#security gone haywire?

[zenkaiankokuart]

NOTICE: The Daycare Attendant is the only animatronic permitted within the Daycare Play Area. All other robotics are prohibited.

...Seriously, this is getting expensive.

-Management

Sun's fine with other animatronics. In fact, he loves making new friends! But I don't recommend entering the Daycare. Very few bots who do, ever leave.

#fnaf sb #fnaf sun #sundrop #daycare attendant #unhinged sun #something in him just snaps when he sees another bot in HIS daycare #security gone haywire? #or is it something much deeper than that? #rip staff bot

[moonlight-prose]

✧ MORE THAN ENOUGH ✧

a/n: i wrote this at 3am, sleep deprived but somehow still thinking about this man. honestly i fully think my best works come out of the 3am haze. the thots are always around though when it comes to miguel. it's hard to believe kinktober is already almost done. seriously october has gone by so fast i'm actually upset. but nonetheless, the show will go on. so enjoy this filthy miguel fic my darlings.

day eighteen - sex pollen | kinktober 2023

summary: "this life was dangerous enough. neither of you wanted to make it harder by being stupid and falling in love. but that was the worst part. he had fallen long before you ever did. and there was no escaping the grasp you had on his heart."

word count: 2.4k+

pairing: miguel o'hara x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, sex pollen (which means slight dubious consent/dubcon), consent is given, p in v sex, miguel being a tortured soul, angst, the ramblings of an exhausted writer.

The mission was routine. Simply another anomaly that you had to secure before heading back home. Each move, each maneuver was familiar—something your body knew by muscle memory now. You apprehended them, grabbed a meal on the way home, and climbed through your living room window at a quarter past two in the morning. Exhaustion riddled your body when you finally entered your bedroom, the dirty suit you wore now an irritation as you slipped out of it.

Even though you wanted to collapse, give into sleep for as long as possible, you were in desperate need of a shower. With a groan, you headed towards the bathroom, suit discarded on the floor, watch still attached to your wrist. Thankfully it was capable of handling a bit of water in the shower.

Halfway through the mission the villain had sprayed you in the face with a powder. Bright red that covered your suit, mixing with the black fabric and practically disappearing. It wasn’t until you saw a red stream into the water did you remember the pungent floral scent that nearly suffocated you. One single spray and you were brought down to your knees, gasping for breath.

Yet the fact that you were simply able to shake it off made you think nothing of it. Until the water turned warm.

A hot stream from the nozzle soothed your aching muscles, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. You needed it after the night you had. But the heat simply continued to build. Steam rising in the room and clinging to your skin the longer you stood there. Your fingers twitched at your sides, senses ringing loudly in your ears as you tried to figure out what part of your body was going haywire.

Hissing at the burn, you scrambled for the nozzle to turn it cold. Yet even that didn’t cure the painful incapacitating ache that began to overtake you. Turning your legs into jello and sending you to the ground with a hard thump. You gasped, clawing at the walls for some reprieve to get out, but your body had gone limp. The heat now seeping lower, curling around the base of your spine and screaming for something.

Something red flashed on your watch, drawing your attention to it quickly. And it wasn’t until the harsh beep of a call came through did you realize it was your vitals notifying you that something was wrong. Slamming your hand down on the watch, a small form of Miguel popped up. His mask covering his face. Yet even from this angle you could tell he stood rigid and worried.

“Miggy,” you sighed, head falling back against the shower wall.

“Something’s wrong.”

You scoffed, pressing your thighs together at the painful ache that surged through you simply from the sound of his voice. “No shit.”

“Nena,” he warned, the soft whine you let out filtering through the call and grasping his attention.

With a sharp inhale, you dragged your hand up your thigh, feeling the way your body jolted. “The mission went wrong.”

“Explain.”

“There was a fucking powder,” you said, eyes trained on the way he moved in the small hologram. It became clear to you that he was pacing. “A red one.” You gasped softly when your fingers slid along your inner thigh. “I’m burning up.”

He let out a harsh breath. “Your vitals are all over the place.”

“Need help.” Letting your fingers dip even further, you felt the pool of wetness that trickled down your leg, your pussy fluttering around nothing. “‘S hot. Can’t fucking—ah—need you.”

Miguel stiffened, mask vanishing and eyes narrowing as he took in the way your eyes fluttered shut, teeth digging into your bottom lip. Before you could beg him again—your voice sweet and enticing—he was ending the call with a guttural noise. A portal already opening up beside him seconds later—your window in his sights.

He could feel a weight fall on his shoulders the second he climbed in, swiftly sliding it shut behind him and flipping the lock for an extra measure. It didn’t do much, but it put his mind at ease knowing the safety was set in place. Miguel wasn’t one to drop everything and go, but this was you. The person whose smile was permanently etched into his heart. Who lit up his day by simply starting up a conversation about nothing—your words quickly divulging into a rambling mess.

Yet he listened anyway.

Content to simply hear the sound of your voice.

Ten steps into the apartment he felt it. His senses flying off the charts, your scent filtering through the air, stronger than normal. Two steps away from the door he nearly fell to his knee as he heard you. The utterly obscene echo of your moans muffled through the door—the sound of your fingers plunging into your slick with reckless abandon. His mouth went dry, eyes darkening and claws descending as he softly knocked. He hoped you were still okay enough to acknowledge his presence; to ask him for help.

“Miguel,” you softly whimpered, pain lacing your voice and that’s what had him shoving open the door. His eyes raked down your naked form to check for injuries before settling on your face. Entirely contorted in a mixture of anguish and bliss.

“Amorcito,” he murmured, face softening as a tear streaked down your cheek, hand reaching out for him.

He fell to his knees beside you, gathering you close. It was hard to ignore the way his cock twitched at your moan—your body reacting to his touch without hesitation. As if you were opening up to the underlying feelings you had both shoved down. This life was dangerous enough. Neither of you wanted to make it harder by being stupid and falling in love.

But that was the worst part.

He had fallen long before you ever did. And there was no escaping the grasp you had on his heart.

“What can I do?” he asked, lips brushing against your temple.

The water still thrummed loudly against the shower floor, heat spilling out into the rest of your home. But Miguel didn’t care. Not when you were curling yourself around his body, lips dragging along his neck and hips bucking up into his stomach. You were wanton and needy. Breathy moans and pleas of needing him falling from your lips—eyes glassy with lust.

“It hurts,” you gasped, somehow managing to catch your clit on the bulge of his suit.

He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he let you work out your needs. Biting down on his bottom lip until copper burst on his tongue while you grinded shamelessly against his body. Your moans being pressed to his neck, fingers digging into his back. It was its own kind of torture. But Miguel refused to take pleasure in the fact that you were in pain. He couldn’t.

Not when your mind was elsewhere.

On his way to the bathroom he spotted your suit on the ground. The red substance clearly marked on the fabric and he made a mental note to take it with him for testing. Whatever the fuck you’d been infected with wasn’t something he wanted out on the streets. Not if it was this painful.

A sharp gasp signaled the end of his sanity. Your eyes fluttered shut, mouth forming an O as your body shuddered. A gush of slick now coating the outside of his suit. His body was screaming at him, fingers digging into your soft skin. For a brief moment he wondered if it was safe to pull away. Simply to regain some control over himself. But then your teeth sunk into his neck, hips moving once more, and Miguel heard the thin strand of his control snap.

With a groan, he pressed you back onto the shower floor, your yelp covered by his mouth. Tongue slipping in to taste you, your moan being swallowed by him licking deeply into you. Hands pulled at his hair, twisting the now soaked locks around your fingers as your legs locked him in place. A gasp echoing in the small space as you pulled away—eyes taking in the way he practically fell apart for you with a single look.

“Please,” you whimpered. “I need you.”

He fumbled with his watch, pressing the buttons needed for his suit to dematerialize, leaving him bare above you. Yet something tight pulled at his chest. A feeling he couldn’t ignore, even as your mouth parted, eyes going wide at the sight of his cock jutting up into his stomach. Miguel wanted to capture that image of you and keep it in his lab. The pure raw desire on your face, blatantly clear for him to see.

“What do you need nena?” he asked, his chest heaving and eyes focused on your face. He hadn’t allowed them to drop ever since he pulled you close, too intent on making sure you were going to live to see tomorrow.

“You.” Your hands slid along his back, pulling him close until your lips brushed against his. “Please. It hurts so fucking bad.”

He nodded. “Okay. I’ve got you.”

A soft puff of air washed across his cheek as he guided his cock to your entrance, feeling the way your slick practically poured across his length. Coating him in a shiny layer of you. It made his mouth water, his body calling out to you even as he pressed into you slowly. Biting back a cry at the feeling of you tightly wrapped around his cock. You were warm. So fucking warm Miguel nearly shoved his way in, but he could sense the slight tinge of pain that bloomed across your body. Your face scrunching up as a loud moan echoed in the room.

“So big,” you gasped, hips canting down to let him sink in an inch further. Until his hips were pressed to yours—filling you so much he felt the wires in his brain fry.

“Mierda.” His hand slapped to the floor beside your head, body going taut as his head tilted back, the veins prominent on his skin. “‘M not gonna last bebita.”

You watched transfixed as he finally looked back down at you, his teeth clenched and bared as he slid out of you slowly, only to shove himself back in. Crying out, you dug your nails into his lower back, feeling the muscles contract beneath your fingers as he moved. Thrusting into you swiftly—barely even pulling out.

It scared him how quickly he became addicted to the feel of you. The way you writhed in pleasure beneath him, moaning out a garbled version of his name. He wanted to bury himself in your chest. To make a home in your heart without any promise of leaving, but he’d settle for this. The heat of your body against his, your eyes rolling back as his cock kissed right where you needed him most.

“Eres mía,” he gasped, sliding his hand up your back and lifting you slightly. He fucked you deep, feeling the way your body trembled beneath his touch, breaths erratic and filled with high pitched whines. “Never fucking leaving this.”

You cried out, your walls clamping down around his cock and dragging a low grunt from his chest. “I-I don’t want you to.”

His eyes snapped up to yours, hips stuttering when your nails dug into his skin, no doubt leaving a mark—or so he hoped. “Yeah?” He shifted the angle, pounding down into you and dragging a sob from your chest. “You want me to stay nena? Fuck you full of me?”

Your walls tightened even further, head falling back as he did what he could to shove you towards what you needed most. What would finally put your body at ease. Tears dripped into your hair, the heat practically radiating off your body and seeping into his. And with one final deep grind of his hips against yours, you broke. Sobbed his name so loud for the entire apartment complex to hear as you soaked his cock.

Miguel nearly dropped you to the ground, his body giving out at the feeling of you dragging him in so tight he never wanted to leave. White flashed behind his eyes, the breath now stolen from his lungs, as he came so hard he nearly collapsed. Catching your lips in a messy kiss, he cried out, spurting into you until he nearly spilled out. Filling you so full you were sure to feel him for days.

With a gasp, your release finally came to an end, body going limp in his hold. He was soaked from the water—now cold—that still echoed thunderously in the bathroom. With a shaky hand he reached out and switched the knob off. Panting into your mouth as he attempted to regain some of his strength.

“Miguel,” you sighed, hands sliding along his sides.

He grunted, lifting himself up with effort. “Let me get you up, amorcita.”

You shook your head, a whine leaving your lips and legs crossing over his back, effectively shoving him back down over you. “Don’t. Please.”

“I have to. The substance is out of your system.” As much as he wanted to give in to those feelings, to stay right there on the floor with you, he knew this was fleeting. Something to help you when you couldn’t help yourself. Because Miguel knew he would always be there when you needed him.

But then your lips met his once more, hands tangling in his hair. “I meant what I said Miggy.”

“It was—”

“Not entirely the powder,” you said, pressing your thumb to his lips. “I care about you Miguel. More than I probably should.”

That weight from earlier slid off his chest and he swore he could hear it crash to the floor. Shattering on contact. Crimson eyes met yours, an emotion flickering in them so prominent it tore at your heart—forcing your feelings to the very forefront of your body. There was no turning back after this. No possibility where your emotions didn’t clash with reality—intertwining dangerously with the role you were given.

But that was the thing when it came to him.

You wanted the danger. You wanted him in whatever form you could get. Even if it was in fleeting moments like this.

“I know our life is dangerous, but I want…” You sighed, your head falling to the ground with a soft thud. “I want you.”

“Amorcita…”

“If that’s what you want too.”

He smiled, leaning down to press his lips to yours, hands sliding along your sides. “More than you know,” he murmured, settling his body over yours completely, finally giving into the feelings that clawed at his chest.

Content to remain right there with you.

For as long as you wanted.

#miguel o'hara x f!reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #spiderman 2099 #my writing #kinktober 2023

[thewriterg]

𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠?

pairing(s); konig x fem!reader, deadbeat!konig x daughter

summary; After a year Konig tries to waltz back into your life flipping it upside down while you tried to keep your daughter right side up —angstober day; 16–

word count; 1.0k

warning(s); arguing, Konigs real name in this is Midas, crying, black coded reader, self berating thoughts, your daughter is around 2-4 months, and language

playlist; dealer by lana del rey

A/n:—GIFs;@villageofshadow & @romeestrvjds—

Whoever said that being a parent was simple lied to your face you realized as you weaned your daughter off your nipple resting her small body over your shoulder her face lying in your neck as you gently shuffled between patting her back and rubbing your palm in a up and down motion until you heard the soft burp erupt from her mouth you pressed a soft kiss on the soft skin of her forehead before lying her in the bedside bassinet you’d got as a gift from your baby shower

It was difficult being a parent in general let alone a single parent with no support from the other party bills were racking up and you were grateful for a retired neighbor who was able to watch your and a semi understanding boss at a temporary job to keep your lives dragging rolling along you stepped into your bathroom connected off your room taking a bit of time to care for yourself that you hadn’t usually had in the past few months as the steam around the bathroom stuck to your skin while you stared at your form in the mirror running hands along your hips and lower stomach that still had a bit of flub to them from baring the life of your daughter

You stalked back to your room your throwing on a random T-shirt that you didn’t realize the impact of it until it was situated on your body falling to your knees the musk clouding over your nose sending your senses haywire at the familiar feeling that you couldn’t say was pleasant you snatch it off your head before throwing it across the room running a hand over your forehead and slightly damp curls

The last time you heard from Konig was when he’d met you at the hospital from your sudden sickness just to find out you were pregnant when you cracked the news to him he swore you would make it work and after a while he said he was going back home to bring you some things when you were released from the hospital a few days later you came home to find majority of his belongings gone and his truck no longer parked on the driveway

If only you would’ve sprung it on him more gently

if only you could go back and remember that damn pill

You perked up at the sound of heavy knocking on your front door your eyebrows furrow and for a brief moment you glance over to your firstborn hurrying to throw on shorts and a army green tank grabbing the hand gun you kept in your nightstand purified water bottle, your breast pump, and a small lamp setting on top of its surface training in SAS didn’t allow your brain to not be prepared for anything especially pounding on your door at god knows what unfaithful hour you inch out of your room inching towards the living space the door staring back at you as the pounding continued and you were spaced out until you felt your hand on the doorknob swinging the door open your hand secure around the forearm your finger a split second away from the trigger meeting its wall until you locked eyes with those sharp blue ones that you’d once loved

“Maus please, please just wait” The Austrians voice seeped from the crack of your door before you had the chance to slam the door in his face he’d set a steel toe boot in the threshold of your house and you shove a shoulder to the surface of the door trying to keep him out

“If you need money, a place to hide out, or whatever I don’t have it” You hissed attempting to keep this intruder out of your home

“Nein it’s, its about the baby” He mumbled his eyes meeting your as you scoff in disbelief with a shake of your head your curls moving with each movement framing your face and a fibbed smile etched on your face

“Oh so now you want to take interest in Solei, ou- no my daughter! Are you drunk Midas!?” The pitch of your voices rises until you hear the wails of your daughter in your home and you don’t waste another second on Konig before going to aid to your babygirl

“Shhh it’s okay Sol mommy’s here” You whispered having picked up her small frame cradling her to your chest for such a little body she had a carrying pitch yet nonetheless settled down when your familiar hum traveled to her ears Midas stood in the doorframe of your room watching you both as you care over his daughter his heart pounded in his ears and before he knew it you were lowering her back down into the bassinet the screaming whales down deducted into tiny whimpers and hefty breaths when you turned around it was your turn to suck in a sharp breath not expecting the 6’10 colonel to be waiting for you but before you could open your mouth he stalked towards you forcing a wide tan envelope in your hands the weight slightly dragging your hand down

“This is what I calculated or tried to, to make up for the last year. Bills, Mechanics, You and… Solei” You noted the sound of your names sounded like a prayer falling from his pink lips that were no longer covered by his sniper hood like before

“You cant walk into our life after you just blatantly left and everything will be handy dandy, it doesn’t work that way”

“I want this to work Mau-, Y/n I want to be there for our daughter and for you I’ll do anything it takes. I was a fool back then and I know that now, but she’s still young and I want to be there before it’s too late… before we’re too late” He pleaded and you shook your head a frown forced on your face

“We are too late Midas, but that doesn’t mean Solei doesn’t deserve a father we take this little at a time… baby step” Konig applauded at your answer going to bring you in a hug before stepping back when you took a step away from him a shocked and somewhat frightened look on your face and he nodded taking one back

“Baby steps”

©2023 thewriterg spooktober do not copy, translate, or modify.

#🦇𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑;𝐆 #konig #konig x reader #konig x you #dad!konig #cod fanfic #cod x reader #cod mw2 #cod angst #fem!reader #black!fem!reader #black!reader #spooktober #angstober #flufftober #kinktober #romance #i love you #thewriterg #2023

[ashimetsu]

【Oh kiss me, won't you?】

: ̗̀➛ the nrc boys' takes on kissing : ̗̀➛ characters: riddle rosehearts, deuce spade, jade leech, jamil viper, trey clover, jade leech, malleus draconia, azul ashengrotto, ace trappola

: ̗̀➛ warnings: some suggestive (azul, malleus) : ̗̀➛ words: 2.6k : ̗̀➛ [a/n]: short drabbles based on different ways of kissing! might extend some of these into full lengths fics We'll See... for now, enjoy!

【Riddle Rosehearts】 -cheek kisses

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"I've told you before, Prefect, you should work harder on keeping yourself presentable."

In a secluded hallway, Riddle has pulled you aside to readjust your tie that had supposedly gone haywire sometime earlier that day. You didn't notice, and it seems Grim and the others didn't either, or didn't bother to tell you. Regardless of how this situation arrived, you and Riddle are intimately close. His deft hands work on the silk knot as he scolds you for tarnishing Ramshackle's name (as if it had a reputation to begin with). Securing the final tie, a small smile appears on his face as he admires his work.

"Aren't you forgetting something, Riddle?"

He shoots you a puzzled look that meets the smirk on your face, a delicate finger pointing to your own cheek. Connecting the dots, Riddle's face flares in a shade matching his own hair. He glances from side to side, assuring the coast is clear before heeding your wishes. Using one hand, Riddle gently thumbs your cheek while leaning into the other, placing a soft kiss. Flowers bloom where his lips were pressed a moment ago, fleeting and leaving a feeling of warmth in your body. You grin at his flushed face and return the favor, in turn, Riddle's face erupts into a more violent shade of crimson.

"See you, Riddle. Pull me aside if my tie needs fixing again."

You turn and stroll to your next class, practically hearing (and ignoring) the steam blow out of his ears.

【Deuce Spade】 -forehead kisses

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Shivering in the chilly weather that's managed to sustain through late March, you eagerly stand in the sidelines of the track field to watch your boyfriend's race.

Sage's Island winters were tough. Snow begins in late October and sustain until late March, until a random snowstorm attacks in April. The on-and-off of warm and cold weather has been getting on your nerves, today being no exception. An icy wind bites at your nose, practically the only part of your skin exposed to the elements. Though the 30 degree weather is better than January's negative temps, you're angry that it's cold in March in the first place. Seething, you hardly notice a tall figure loitering in front of you.

"You look a little cold, Prefect." A gentle voice snaps you out of your rage for winter. Anger dissipates as you look up at Deuce, whose smile could melt all the snow on the island.

"I should be the one asking you that, aren't you freezing in that?" Deuce's outfit consists of a thin long sleeved shirt under his jersey, along with matching black tights under his shorts. The compressed clothes cling to his frame, lining toned arms so you can see every muscle underneath. It reminds you how you didn't fall in love with him just for his dorky personality.

"Running keeps me warm, don't worry about me," he chuckles, taking a step towards you. Caressing your cheeks with both hands, he moves to place his warm lips square on your forehead. He's an oven, and you can't seem to get close enough to absorb his excess heat. After too short of a time together, he pulls away, taking his visible warmth shown on his cheeks with him too.

"Uh, I hope you enjoy the race," he stammers, realizing what he's just done. You smile back at Deuce, his glow radiating through your body for the rest of the day.

【Jade Leech】 -hand kisses

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Crash!

Stars spin in your vision as you take in the situation. Surrounded by broken plates and scattered silverwear, pain begins to bloom on your rear. Although you've been working as a waitress at Mostro Lounge for some time now, mistakes still happen. You just didn't expect who you crashed into.

"My, Prefect, I didn't see you turning the corner. Apologies, it seems I got caught up in bussing tables."

As your vision clears, a hand is extended towards you. You look up to see a pair of mismatched eyes peering down at you. Jade's seemingly innocent grin invites you to take his hand, which you graciously accept. His firm hand pulls you to your feet, being careful that you aren't injured by the broken glass. As you take your stand, Jade wraps an arm around your waist to support you.

"Ugh, I didn't think I'd crash to the floor like that." You rub your temple as you begin to regain your awareness, absorbing the situation at hand. His grip tightens as you lean into his side, taking full advantage of his kindness.

"You really ought to look where you're going," he pauses, tucking a lock of your messy hair behind your ear and bringing your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. "Else," he continues, "you may hurt yourself again."

His cool stare into your eyes as he spoke sent a shiver down your spine and a warm glow to your cheeks. Although your pain dissipated from a simple kiss, Azul ended up letting you go home early, allowing you to rest from the collision. Your "rest" consisted of replaying today's earlier incident over and over in your head.

【Jamil Viper】 -eyelid kisses

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"You're welcome to study with me at Scarabia, I can give you a few pointers for the upcoming exam."

The sun had set a few hours ago, and studying was beginning to feel fruitless in Jamil's room. The two of you set up a work station on his bed, papers sprawled across the comforter. A small lamp cast a warm glow across his concentrated face, still fully focused on studying for the upcoming potions exams. You clocked out of studying about an hour ago, scribbling to appear busy so Jamil wouldn't scold you. The dim lighting, comfortable bed, and boring subject matter were the perfect conditions for you to slowly doze to sleep.

Jamil knew you haven't been studying for the past hour, as seen by your doodles now visible to him after you began sleeping soundly. He let out a small chuckle, there was no way Jamil couldn't be angry at you when you looked so peaceful sleeping. He began to organize your notes, placing them on the nightstand. Jamil pulled an extra blanket over you after noticing a chill run over your body.

"Jamil?" you mumble, eyes fluttering open from the blanket covering you. "W-what time is it?"

"Don't worry about going back to Ramshackle tonight. Stay the night here, it's too late to head back now. Could be dangerous." Jamil smiles as if he planned for this to happen.

"Mm, 'kay," you whisper, refusing to argue with his point. It was late anyways, and Jamil's bed was much comfier than the long walk back to your own. Jamil must have been satisfied with his answer, smiling once you closed your eyes and nestled into his sheets. As you lie still, he leans over and places a soft kiss on your eyelids.

"Sleep well, Prefect."

【Trey Clover】 -crook of elbow kisses

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"A little ballroom dancing, whaddya say?"

A few days ago, Trey invited you to be his "date" for a Heartslabyul ballroom dancing event, as a part of an unusual unbirthday party. You thought yourself as more of a dancing partner, but Trey seemed to treat you more like a date instead, intertwining your hands and holding you close around the waist. He couldn't help himself, your sleeveless red dress drew him to you, caressing you as much as he could. You felt the same towards him, his black tux with red accents complimented your dress, making you two the perfect pair at the dance.

"You look stunning tonight, I can barely keep myself away," he whispered, twirling and dipping you slightly, putting an even greater height advantage over you. You giggled at his confession, thinking his lovey-dovey mood was cute. Trey has shown interest in you before, but now he's seizing this opportunity to show you how he really feels. Swinging you back up to standing position, he raises your hand above your head, exposing the soft flesh of your inner arm. While holding eye contact, Trey presses his face into your forearm, slowly sliding his lips to the crook of your elbow, planting a light kiss. He hums as you squirm in his arm, not used to the sudden affection from Trey.

"Trey, you're embarrassing me."

"Heh, my bad."

【Floyd Leech】 -shoulder kisses

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"Mmm, it's too early to get up yet..."

Dim light peeks through the blinds as morning dawns, waking wildlife all around, except Floyd Leech, who is currently attached to your side, chest glued to your back as he squeezes your waist with his long arms. You tried to escape his grasp earlier, but he's relentlessly held onto you, maybe as a means of preventing the day from starting. More time spent laying by your side is time well spent for Floyd.

You accept defeat and huff out a sigh. Floyd wasn't letting go anytime soon, might as well enjoy his warm figure to melt into. Once you stop struggling, Floyd captures his prey and presses his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin. He can never get tired of this, sucking in as much of you as he possibly can. Floyd's clingy nature is evident by the way he protectively holds your body for hours at a time, refusing to let you go before he's ready to get up too.

He feels your body relax, sinking his head further down your body. Floyd's nose rests atop your shoulder, breaths steadily escaping his nose and tickling your collarbone. You feel warm lips press against your shoulder, fleeting, but ending with a quick nip of his razor sharp teeth.

"Ow. Just for that I should force you out of bed."

"...Five more minutes."

【Malleus Draconia】 -collarbone kisses

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"The stars are beautiful tonight, aren't they, darling?"

Malleus greets you at the door to his room, dressed to the nines in a black tux with an emerald green pocket square peeking from his suit. He can hardly hold in his grin as he soaks in your appearance; a sleek black dress shaping your curves and small jade earrings decorating your ears. Malleus waves Silver away, who kindly escorted you to Malleus' room at this time of night. A few days ago, your boyfriend sent a letter requesting your presence for an outing, dressed in your absolute best. You were nervous that the dress wasn't up to par, but from Malleus' hungry looks, it appears that your choice was perfect.

"Come in my dear, I have something special for you."

You follow the prince into his quarters, which is completely dark, save for the moonlight shining through the open window. The chilly breeze adds to the elusive atmosphere of Malleus' dorm, attracting you to the enigma that is Malleus Draconia. Next to the window stands a tall, floor-length mirror. While checking your appearance, suddenly, Malleus appears behind you, nearly making you jump. His tall figure and broad shoulders tower over your body, reminding you just how small you are next to the prince of Briar Valley. Your heart speeds up as he makes his brooding presence known.

Malleus reaches around your neck and places a cool pendant to your warm skin, burning an imprint of the metal onto the crest of your clavicle. Silver metal adorned with two green gems illuminate your bare neck, completing your outfit. You look up from the pendant to see his face congruent to yours, whispering into your ear.

"It's a family heirloom, my love. It's been passed down from generation to generation in the Draconia bloodline." His voice lowers, raspy vocals tickling the fine hairs lining your ears. "You'll help me continue my bloodline, won't you?"

Your face heats up at the implication of his words and the prized heirloom now placed on your neck. It nearly feels weightless now, having adjusted to the temperature of your skin. Malleus' lips are still centimeters from your ear, though short-lived, as his face continues to travel down your neck, resting adjacent to your newfound necklace. He plants a kiss on the peak of your collarbone, just next to your new heirloom. You can feel a smile spread across his lips, knowing that he's claimed you as his own.

【Azul Ashengrotto】 -thigh kisses

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"You're taunting me, aren't you?"

Face to face with ocean blue eyes lined with a mischievous glint, Azul has you trapped with both hands flat on his desk. You sat yourself on his work, forcing him to pay attention to you. Although most fall into Azul's schemes, you know exactly how to press his buttons and get what you want. Your legs dangle off his desk, brushing against his, eliciting a response of something close to a sigh. You lean close to his ear, voice raising barely above a whisper.

"Kiss me, Azul."

The lips would be too easy, wouldn't it? If you're going to play games with him, he would surely be a tough competitor. He leans his face close to your lips, pausing just before contact. Your eyes travel to Azul's gloved hands that are finding comfort in squeezing your thighs. He doesn't break eye contact as a thumb brushes underneath the hem of your skirt, rubbing small circles while breathing on your lips, feigning the kiss you so desire. Slowly, Azul brings himself down to a kneel in front of you, hands still massaging your soft flesh. Pushing your left leg open, he ghosts his lips above your inner thigh, teasing a kiss you've desired since he walked into his office.

"As you wish, princess."

Cool lips like ice cubes press onto your contrasting warm skin, sending a tingling sensation through your spine. Azul isn't short with it either, peppering kissing along your thigh until his once-cool lips match your body temperature. You comb your fingers through his silk silver locks as he rests his cheek along your thigh, soaking in your warmth and accepting your comforting hold. You both rest in silence, appreciating each other's presence.

【Ace Trappola】 -temple kisses

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"What's that, are you scared of getting caught?"

Ocean waves lap over the white sand. You're sat snugly against your boyfriend's chest while looking over the glittering stars, just outside of Royal Sword Academy. Ace had the slick idea of sneaking out during the academy's Founding Day to watch the fireworks with you. Though a troublemaker through and through, his sense of romance is endearing to you. For once, the two of you are silent, absorbing the gentle sounds of incoming waves, distant chatter of the academy, and the slow rise and fall of each other's breaths. You could have fallen asleep here from how calming the atmosphere was.

"Don't sleep on me, Prefect!" Ace whisper-shouts, squeezing your sides. "The show's starting!"

Looking out at the sky encompassed before you, bright and colorful lights begin flaring, the boom following shortly after. The two of you are entranced by the light show, each successive firework grander than the one before. Ace looks over at you, fondly smiling from the pure child-like wonder on your face. Have you ever seen fireworks before? He'd have to prod and poke at you about that later. Right now, Ace wants nothing more than to just paint your cute expression into his memories forever.

Without thinking, he pulls your head closer to him, pressing a firm kiss onto your temple. You stiffen initially, then relax into his touch and melt in his arms. Though unpredictable⎯and rather mean sometimes⎯Ace really did care about you.

#cw: fahrenheit #floyd leech Get Off Me You Stupid Fucking Fish. #the green ones are wearing tuxes what a neat coincidence #twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts #deuce spade #jade leech #jamil viper #trey clover #floyd leech #malleus draconia #azul ashengrotto #ace trappola #rio writes

[yyokkki]

Asking to Sketch Them

SCARABIA

Kalim Al-Asim

;DDDDD

Instant agree, no payment, no contracts, you don’t even have to be friends

But we’re writing this under the assumption that you’re pretty close so

I feel that among the entire cast he probably is one of the few with a lot of experience in posing for portraits (and who actually cares enough to pose well)

Natural pose, blinding smile, pleasant chatter as well as Scarabia’s breath-taking scenery as a backdrop.

The sunlight enveloping Kalim’s body almost made him look like an angel.

Do they even have the concept of angels in Twisted Wonderland?

Is this real life?

The sound of Jamil’s near silent footsteps send you back, hurtling, into reality.

“Kalim, you have a party in 5.”

“Hours?”

“Minutes.”

Aaaaand he’s gone

It was nice while it lasted

The next day you find imported art supplies, a new smock and a note with an apology and a promise for next time on it at Ramshackle’s doorstep

20/10 This is not a bribe this kid is just sunshine personified

Jamil Viper

Hmmm I don’t know prefect, he’s a very busy man and he hasn’t got all day…

What’s that?

You’ll help around with the chores after?

:>

He supposes 1 or 2 hours of his time would be fine

Has gotten a couple of portraits done of him and Kalim together (by the sunshine boy’s request)

Also has observed Kalim getting his portraits done countless times so he knows his stuff

First of all though, he’s dragging Kalim into the room so he can keep an eye on him

Oh no, you’re not doing this outside just in case he catches sight of any one of those things in the grass

Has already taken precaution for any incidents that might happen in these couple of hours while he’s occupied (bug traps, chore allocation, Kalim securing)

He already knows things go to shit whenever he’s not around

It’s very unlikely things will go haywire unless something very unexpected happens

9/10 docked a point because you had to spend the rest of the day helping around the dorm afterwards but it’s fair

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Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia  

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #twst headcanons #kalim al asim #jamil viper #twisted wonderland scarabia

[ganondoodle]

i talked about why i find the argument people love to use as an excuse as to why shiekah tech is all gone in totk that "they destroyed it bc they were afraid of it" dumb before many times so i wont go over my past points in detail again

- i was just reminded of that and thought of new points to rant about going from that, no evil intentions in mind just when sth is mentioned again after some time i think about it again and can come up with more stuff-

(past points being- how?? shiekah tech seemed pretty indestructable, especialyl the big structures; it seemed like it was a literal holy thing for alot of people in the game; that it would be pretty damn stupid to spend so much energy and probably endanger people to dismanlte it since that time and energy would be better used rebuilding important infrastrucutre instead; if it stopped working why wouldnt you just kinda .. leave it there; why in hells name would you get rid of the shrine of life .. and i guess monk miz kyoshia with it???; shouldnt they be MORE afraid of sonau tech then??)

new thoughts

wouldnt it be logical to research and develope shiekah tech MORE so you can make sure it cant get corrupted again, like a security measure idk anti virus if you will lol

on the specific idea of zelda using it ... shouldnt she be the BEST person to use it bc she could, if it somehow got corrupted again, cleanse it/instantly deactivate it more easily than anyone else??

on the point of people not beign afraid of sonau tech ... that is still like the biggest problem for me with that argument bc .. i get beign afraid of shiekah stuff going haywire again, but then if suddendly alien tech from a literally fully unknown group of people started to appear out of nowhere at the sAME TIME AS MALICE COMES BACK BUT WORSE in the form of miasma shoudlnt that ring your alarm bells and make you flee for your life?? i wouldnt trust that shit after knowing what happened to the tech that we DID know shit about

i know theres like researchers for it but also they really all meddle and play with it immediately like its for them just as much a toy as it is for us the players (also a point that made me feel weird about it ngl), they build businesses around it, made minigames out of it with civilians, use it for transportation with no thought or concern about it, its really weird when this is supposedly takign palce after BOTW where FAMOUSLY ancient barely reasaearched tech got corrupted by evil goo and nearly destroyed the entire land of hyrule (man are they LUCKY gan suddendly has zero interest in ANY tech)

(and i know theres the possibilty that sonau tech is somehow not able to be corrupted but it just seems so dumb anyway bc the people cant KNOW that for sure right of the bat??? and it DOES get possessed with the broken construct too, like .. wouldnt the possibility alone .. esepcialyl with waht had happened in botw make you NOT want to use that alien tech like a toy?? especially with WORSE malice being around suddendly too?? that just smells like a recipy for disaster)

(... man totk realyl is just botw but worse ... the more i think about it the more it feels like that)

#ganondoodles talks #zelda #totk #ganondoodles rants #shiekah tech BUT MORE ANCIENT AND COOLER #ancient gone people BUT COOLER AND MORE ANCIENT #malice BUT COOLER AND MORE DANGEROUS #the champions BUT COOLER AND MORE MAGICAL MCGUFFINY #zelda rescue BUT WORSE BC SHES A FARMABLE GLORIFIED STONE PEDESTAL NOW #shrines again BUT SONAU THIS TIME WEE #tragic loss of family and friends but of COOLER FAMILY AND FRIENDS #zelda character dev- .. oh wait nvm that got undone entirely #.. also how zelda gets the role of the stone pedestal while rauru gets the role of keeping gan in check #talk about downgrade

[itsscromp]

Reader and Rocket running away from the nova corps cause Rocket stole something and Reader ends up getting hurt.

Job gone haywire

Ahh some early-day stuff, I really like it anon. Poor guy, he would feel so guilty getting you hurt and would do anything to help you feel better :D. Word count:891

You and Rocket have been partners in crime for about 7 months now, Rags to riches, you two used your brains together to be able to pull off some amazing heists together. Today was no exception. You've heard that there was an ancient artifact being transported to the collector as you spoke, If it wasn't in his hands it would be worth 5 million units. Oh now this was something you needed to tell Rocket, Immediately running to him.

"Rocket, you are gonna love what I'm about to hear" You smirked.

"Lay it on me pal, what ya got ??" He turned his attention to you.

"So an artifact is about to be present at the collector's emporium, if we can pull it off correctly and quickly, we'll be 5 million units richer," You said eagerly.

His eyes and ears perked up. "5 Million units !!!!"

"Easy 2 and a half to each of us"

"Oh, I am down, when is it coming in ??" He was now super eager, you swore you saw his tail swish in excitement.

"If from what I heard, Later tonight it'll arrive"

"Ok, I think I have an idea"

You both agreed when the artifact arrived late into the night, you'd hack the cameras to make a repeat loop and then Rocket could sneak in and disable any other security measures. Easily pulling it off and sneaking in.

"Ok, so we need to be on the lookout for something that looks like this" You pulled out a drawing of the description of what it could look like.

"Gotcha, now come on, 5 million units await." He then began to look around the place as did you. Up and down, Left and right. You two worked tirelessly to find this flarking artifact.

"How ya looking y/n ??" Rocket spoke up after a little bit.

"Nothing on my side, Yours ??"

"No, goddamn why did they make it so flarking hard to find."

'Wait, hang on I think I got something" You then found a box and began to slowly open it, Rocket right onto it, climbed onto your back gently and looked over your shoulder to see it. Sure enough, this was the artifact.

"Wow... so shiny" He awed at it, making you chuckle.

"5 million unit's is ours" You smirked and raised his fist for a fist bump, which he gladly returned.

But the celebrations were short-lived as the alarms blared, You found that the box had its own tripwire if anyone were to lift the lid, the alarms would be set off.

"Scut, let's bolt it !!!" Rocket shouted and started running, you hot on his tail.

The two were quickly surrounded by Nova Corps officers, You then found a way out and began to bolt for it. "This way !!" You urged rocket.

But then you felt a sharp graze on your thigh as an officer shot your leg with his phaser, Rocket saw the injury and grew scared and angry, pulling out his own weapon and shooting back at the officers.

"Rocket no !!!"

"Go, Get outta here, I'll take care of them !!" He yelled.

You mustered through the pain and began to escape back to the ship, Rocket then threw a tazer bomb at them, which sent a huge electric shock wave throughout the building. He then caught up with you at the ship and immediately high-tailed it away from the planet. Once he was sure they were safe, he ran to your side, seeing you patch up your injury.

"Y/n... I'm so sorry, I did this... this is my fault" His ears drooped deeply.

You've never seen him so worried, so caring. You've always seen Rocket as this cocky lone wolf. But this was completely different.

"Rocket... it's not your fault"

He shook his head, he wasn't taking that for an answer. This was his fault, he wanted to make it right for you.

So later on, while you were changing the bandages, he brought in some coffee and food he coul make from whatever you two had left.

"Here... Your favourite" He gently rubbed his arm gently, looking down in guilt.

"Buddy, I'm not mad at you" You said softly. making him look up at you, ears still drooped.

"None of this was your fault, Absolutely none of it. This job comes with many risks, this is just one of them, ok ??"

He looked back down and gently nodded, without thinking, he jumped on the chair and hugged you tightly. You both were taken aback by what was happening, nevertheless, you gave the hug back. Rocket had a softer side to what you know.

"Hey, besides, How will I share the 5 million units with you ??" Letting go of the hug, smirking as you pulled out the artifact.

His eyes and ears perked up once again, a smile returning to him. "WOOHOO !!!!" He ran around the place, you two were rich !!!

"Oh, what should we do first ??" You offered.

"Drinks and lots of them, I know a really good bar, I'll punch in the coordinates." He ran off to the cockpit.

You smiled seeing him so happy, you would always help him, save him and protect him. No matter what.

Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board

#platonic #reader insert #rocket raccoon #rocket x reader #rocket raccoon x reader #rocket gotg #gotg rocket #rocket imagine #guardians of the galaxy imagine

[bunniekittiee]

TCM headcanons I have that no one asked for:

Pre-Nam Chop Top works at a record store to bring in some money for the family. Absolutely enjoys his job.

Johnny totally loves rock and metal. Chop Top has gifted him many records of his favs since he works at a record store. Definitely something Johnny looks forward to when it’s his birthday or Christmas

Speaking of which, Johnny enjoys music ranging from Metallica, Megadeth, Exodus, Misfits, etc. to Entombed, Death, Bathory, etc.

But who he dearly holds to his heart is Ted Nugent.

Would absolutely slobber all over Ted Nugent’s dick. Like serious super-fan of Ted Nugent.

Chop Top and Nubbins would totally adore The Garden.

What more could you ask for? Two twins who make some good ass music and dress up, Nubbins and Chop Top resonate with that.

Will beg Sissy and Bubba to do their makeup like Wyatt and Fletcher. Doesn’t matter the look, they want it on their face!

They all have fun doing this and they will sing their bad covers of their songs.

Johnny would get sad listening to Superheaven, but he is addicted to them. No bad songs, he loves them.

Drayton has a thing for Jim Morrison. Come on baby, light his fire!

No one needs to know this detail about him, they would never let him live it down.

Sissy sees a sister-like relationship in Bubba more than a brotherly relationship. She will go to him for her problems and complaints that would fall on deaf ears to the rest of her family.

Sissy would love it if Johnny could secure a girlfriend, but he would rather use them and dump them in a ditch.

They have gotten into many fights over this, Sissy just wants another woman in the house besides Nancy’s old ass!

But Bubba will suffice until that day comes.

Speaking of Bubba, he loves to play games!

Gets the family together for Just Dance, but it mostly ends in Johnny opting out and the twins being mean and fighting during Just Dance.

Makes Bubba cry, all he wanted was to spend quality time.

Johnny feels bad and will absolutely bust his ass to Cotton Eye Joe to make Bubba laugh.

Surprisingly a good dancer, it is weird.

Mario Party is CHAOTIC.

Ends in Johnny strangling Chop Top and Nubbins trying to get Johnny off of him.

Chop Top talks too much shit. He is the king of Shit Talking.

Sissy will laugh her ass off while Bubba gets super worried.

Drayton threatens to take their game away if they don't quiet down.

If Johnny was not batshit crazy, he and Leland would totally do the Cotton Eye Joe dance at a party.

Like two Western men.

They would make every heart swoon, on some real shit.

They would be an iconic, powerful duo. Lets be honest here, they would be unstoppable.

Too bad Johnny is too far gone to even be normal lmao.

Chop Top and Sissy smoke weed together and will talk about life. It's their way of escaping.

Drayton has caught them before but he lets them be. They all have their own ways of escaping their minds.

Drayton has totally used the devil's lettuce himself when he was younger, so he knows he can’t condemn them.

Will still act irritated about it.

Cant forget about Nubbins!

Kid is hyper, absolutely fucking haywire that even Chop Top can’t keep up sometimes.

Used to be self conscious of his birth mark when he was more self aware, but as he started to lose his sanity, he stopped caring.

Has tried to cover it up with makeup but none of the foundation will cover it up well enough.

Very impulsive and will forget tasks if he’s in the middle of something.

Let’s just say he was making himself a sandwich and Drayton asks for him to check the traps, he would forget about his sandwich the entire day until Johnny or Drayton complained that he wasted food.

He cant help it! He forgot!

Bubba makes sure that no harm falls upon the barn cats. He loves them! Would cry for months if one of them were to die.

Has tried to keep kittens in the house but Nancy scolded him for it.

However, when it’s really cold in the winter, he will sneak a few inside in the basement.

Him and Sissy will name them too!

Johnny has named a few too, but they were mainly after musicians like Ozzy, Dio, Ted, etc.

His favorite cat would have to be Ozzy. Total cuddle bug and mischievous little bastard.

He sneaks Ozzy in every night and they sleep together. He can’t go to sleep without Ozzy.

Sometimes will invite Dio and Ted but they tend to fight.

Sissy has a pretty, fluffy white cat named Belle. She sneaks her in as well at night to sleep.

If Bubba could, he would collect all the cats and keep them in the house.

Nubbins was extremely confused as to why they were so fond of the cats but he never made any advances to hurt them.

It just confused him.

He didn’t hate animals, he was just used to them being dead.

Johnny adores one of their Jersey cows named Daisy. Spends time with her and plays ball with her in the pasture.

Nubbins has caught Johnny asleep on Daisy and snapped a picture which woke Johnny up.

Cue a lot of screaming and Johnny trying to catch Nubbins to destroy the photo.

But Nubbins was still able to keep it. He thinks it’s a nice photo, Johnny looks at peace.

Alright I think that’s enough for now lol. There will probably be a pt.2 in the future when i have more ideas but that’s it for now

#texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw game #bubba sawyer #drayton sawyer #johnny sawyer #johnny slaughter #nubbins sawyer #chop top sawyer #slashers #horror #tcm johnny #tcm bubba #sissy sawyer #slasher community #slasher fandom

[16eggsforxio]

say marco, i’ll polo

Jill x female!Reader

1564 words, fluff, established relationship

Warnings: depictions of violence

Summary: It seemed like whenever you called for her, she would always find you.

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You cradled your head atop a fence along the Hideaway’s exterior.

Some people had told you that they found the lake around the Hideaway dark, deep; scary. This was usually a description that came after you’d told them you found it relaxing—the stillness of the misty air and the tranquillity of the water surface reminded you all too much of someone. With your unusual fascination with the Hideaway’s surroundings, it took no one by surprise that it was the first place you’d go to when you needed to be comforted.

Which didn’t exclude that moment. You turned your head to lay flat against the top of the railing, ignoring the bustling that was going on in your peripheral vision.

Flashes in your head of bloodstained bodies replayed nonstop like a reel that had gone haywire.

You wanted to be alone.

Or, if you had to be with someone…

You sighed, and the way your chest heaved was almost painful.

“...Wish Jill was here…”

“Yes?”

You almost jumped out of your skin, whirling around, eyes widening with delight.

Jill, with a smile that could calm a rampaging behemoth: “You called for me, my dear lady.”

“Jill!” you squealed, then threw yourself at her with nothing but trust that she would catch you.

She did; her arms found your waist, securing them firmly, then spun you around. For that joyous moment, rife with giddiness, you forgot everything—everything about the Blight, everything about Ultima, everything about curses, bearers, everything about your recently failed mission—

Your stomach churned. Faltering, you slumped in her arms, eyes cast downwards.

It didn’t escape Jill’s notice—she’d never let anything about you escape her notice. Tilting her head downwards quizzically, she lifted a hand and placed a hand on your shoulder. Cool to the touch.

“Tell me what happened.”

Her voice reminded you of soft sunshine in a flower field. You looked up to meet her eyes—welcoming and warm, in contrast to the temperature of her skin, so reassuring, so comforting, that you felt wetness prick in the corner of your eyes.

Jill raised her brows, placing her other hand on your other shoulder. “Is it something you can tell me?”

You nodded, but when you opened your mouth you were afraid your voice would warble, so you shut it again. How would you describe it to her? She would never mock or jeer at you. You could say anything. But even when you tried again, the words caught in your throat, threatening to give way to despair, so you opted to bury your head in her chest and sniffle.

“I messed up…”

Only three words, and it was more than enough for her to understand—there wasn’t much else to mess up as a cursebreaker. Jill circled you with an arm around your torso, the other hand gliding through the strands on the top of your head. “It wasn’t your fault.”

But it was. The bearers you were supposed to rescue dead, the soldiers you’d been ordered to take out escaped…

You shook your head wordlessly.

“It wasn’t,” Jill said again, this time sternly like chiding a child. Steadying two hands on your cheeks, she lifted your head to look at you uninterrupted. “Do not blame yourself for trying to be someone’s salvation. The only ones at fault are those monsters who’ve stolen away countless futures. Not you.”

She smelled like flowers.

“Are we clear?”

A surprising smile crept onto your lips, and you laughed shortly. Jill blinked. “How did you know what I was upset about when I barely said anything?”

She sighed, pressing her forehead to yours. Refreshingly chilly. “I would have failed you if I couldn’t understand what you were upset about.”

“You could never fail me, Jill.”

She only further proved your point by whisking you away to the Ale Hall for some comfort sweets.

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Your lungs were going to catch fire.

You’d been careless. You had known the soldiers from your previous assignment had escaped. You had known what kind of vengeful scoundrels they were. You had known they would stop at nothing to maul those who had provoked their pride alive.

Idiot. Why had you returned to the village, by yourself, and not expected them to have laid an ambush, waiting for your return? Why couldn’t you have waited longer before going back to check on the villagers? Why couldn’t you have troubled some of the other cursebreakers to join you?

You were going to die.

Gasping for sharp inhales of air, your legs carried you as fast as they could, sprint automatic at that point. You were faster than your pursuers, and you could outrun them—but not for long. At any moment, your legs were going to give way, collapse, and then it’d be all over.

You didn’t want to die.

A dagger sailed through the air, and your prayers went unanswered.

Pain exploded in your thigh and you tumbled forward, throwing your hands out to partially curb your fall. Gravel in the dirt grazed your palms, but it was nothing compared to the searing stab wound in your leg. Don’t take it out, you’ll die of blood loss—gritting your teeth, you struggled to your feet, limping forward a few more paces. You knew you couldn’t run. It was your loss.

The soldiers’ footsteps behind you eventually slowed to a halt. You turned back to face them with a glare, already predicting their smug, triumphant sneers plastered across their expressions.

“Maybe this’ll finally make an example of any fools who try to get in our way,” one of them—their little ringleader, you presumed—mused.

Every breath felt like it constricted your lungs more. You wanted to rip off your leg and toss it away. In defiance, you said nothing.

He guffawed, “Any last words, missy?”

“Fuck you,” you spat at them.

Even your meaningless words could cross him. His face contorted into a snarl, and he unsheathed his blade, approaching you. How sensitive he was—mindless things like those would never upset Jill.

Oh.

Under your breath, in the smallest of voices: “Jill…”

A burst of icicles rained from the sky. You barely registered the yells and terrified shrieks from the soldiers before giant crystals of ice exploded on the ground, the impact blowing half of them away and barricading the rest, if they hadn’t been frozen over to death. You didn’t even notice the leader whip around before a wall of ice crashed between the two of you, sealing him away from you—you’d been too enticed with the sparkling dust dancing in the air.

Up above, a blizzard was howling in Shiva’s eyes.

When they caught sight of you, they visibly softened. She descended towards you, and you thought she almost looked like a fairy.

As she landed, in a veil of glittering mist, Jill emerged again. She walked to your side, steadily, with an eerie calmness—she mustn’t have primed for very long. When she reached you, she knelt down on one knee in front of you.

“Jill,” you breathed, and you had forgotten about how every inch of your body was in pain.

She nodded, resting a hand on yours wordlessly. It was cold, but it felt so warm.

“I’m still okay,” you said. Your leg was punctured, but it wasn’t fatal. You’d live if you saw a healer. More importantly: “Watch out, the soldiers are still—”

You fell silent as she cupped your cheek with a gloved hand. Her gaze had fallen to the dagger, still protruding from your thigh, and then slowly dragged back up to meet your eyes.

She smiled, so softly, you felt like the frigid air was going to melt you.

“I’ll kill them.”

With a brandish of her sword, she swept back towards the soldiers with the grace of a deadly dancer.

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It was over in minutes.

Jill returned to you, clothes splattered with crimson. Wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, she exhaled the same way she did when she finished a light sparring session. You watched her every step as she crouched down next to you.

You wanted to hug her, but your arms wouldn’t obey you anymore. You settled for a feeble grin. “You saved me.”

“No.” She carefully examined the dagger in your leg. “I almost failed to protect what is rightfully mine.” Very, very gently, she meticulously drew the weapon out from piercing you, hovering a hand over and freezing the wound over before it could open and gush out. She couldn’t heal well, but it was a trick she’d learnt to shield injuries until a reliable healer was available.

“I already told you that you could never fail me.”

“I would have failed myself.” Throwing the dagger a distance away, she rested a hand on your shoulder. If you stayed very still, you could feel her tremble. “When I heard you returned to the village, I was so afraid, I…”

You must’ve worried her terribly. You chewed on your bottom lip. “I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful next time.”

Jill looked at you, almost looking like a lost child. After a few moments, when it finally settled in that you were alright, you were safe, she finally smiled again.

As the both of you journeyed back to the village for a healer, you pondered on it: it seemed like whenever you called for her, she would always find you.

#jill warrick #jill warrick x reader

[star-keepr]

woooooooooooooo kay writing some headcanons about how I think the Bayverse bros would take care of you if you were sick ^^

(this can be platonic, romantic, or parental, whatever u need rn <3)

Donnie

- I hc him as kind of a momma bird, he'd absolutely *PANIC* even if you just had a slightly sore throat

- One sniffle and that man is ON HIS FEET

- Analyses the heck outta you, will find every single germ/problem and how to efficiently exterminate it

- Will not sleep. It's fine, he only slept a little bit before, and besides coffee can fix anything! (lying)

- Absolutely avoids you at all costs unless extremely necessary (germ transfer can ruin experiments/research!!)

- You essentially just become a test subject till you're better

- Will test all sorts of things on you, and despite the lack of contact, he'll still somehow find a way to apologize way more than he needs to

- After you're better he will sterilize EVERYTHING

- Poor boy means well ;v;

Leo

- He'd get you what you need when you needed it, only doing more if requested

- Not super worried unless it's really bad, will still be protective and make sure boundaries are enforced so you don't hurt yourself (don't go out in the rain, don't get physically active, etc)

- Offers up his room for a sense of security 100%

- I see him as the type to light incense or plug in a humidifier for you

- CANNED SOUP CANNED SOUP CANNED SOUP✨

- Gives u lil kisses on your forehead while you sleep, his calm demeanor is infectious

- Probably believes in a few spiritual remedies, will use them if requested but tries to stick to medical treatment because he doesn't want to feel like he's pushing his beliefs

- Tries to keep you busy with very easy/light activities like puzzles, doodling, fidget toys, youtube/tv (he likes the cooking shows), just whatever is closest/easiest to you two

Mikey

- Wants to get sick with you to get out of having to do stuff

- He would bring out the absolute best comfort movies for both you and him to quote

- Very much a physical touch love language kind of person, if he sees you're upset or not well for any reason you'll get cuddles till you're either asleep or somehow find a way to escape him (impossible)

- Would make you lots of comfort food

- I am a proud supporter of all Mikeys being wonderful cooks ✊✊✊

- The type to try to make you laugh and not bother worrying about germs or 'how bad you sound', you're just fine to him ^^

- Not exactly super careful with you unless you're like *really* sick... He can forget sometimes and accidentally offer to bring you along to do stuff. He means well he's just a lil silly <3

- I could see him just making/giving you lots of things, covering you in his pillows and blankets, sharing all his favorite items/media with you, (trying) to make origami, cooking for you, etc etc

Raph

- Literally won't leave your side till you're better

- He'd say he isn't worried but he definitely is

- Waaaayyyy more lenient with playful teasing/sarcasm

- Seriously he'd be so annoying he'd check up on you constantly to make sure the unsupervised past five minutes haven't gone haywire

- Wouldn't offer it himself, but if you ask him for cuddles/hugs he'll begrudgingly oblige (he's secretly ok with it lol big softie)

- Offers to run errands a lot, and if you feel bad about how much/hard he's working, he'll only work harder to prove it's no big deal

- Extra irritable around others till you're better (probably won't sleep much)

#tmnt bayverse #bayverse #tmnt #tmnt headcanons #sickfic #tmnt sickfic #i personally see forehead kisses as platonic sorry if y'all think otherwise 👀 #bayverse is literally my fav version of the turts save for ROTTMNT and TMNTMM <3

[justadaydreamersland]

It was never meant to be...

Hex haywire 

Pairing: Hex haywire x reader

Summary: Like a drug..

Contains: A little bit of sexual undertones but VERY small, angst

Empty...

Hex couldn’t explain the way he felt, it was a feeling he wasn’t used to. Hex let out a groan as that same twisting in his gut took over, The same feeling he had years ago. The feeling of not knowing where he stood, where he’d go from here, it sent him back to his natural self-preservation instincts. 

In a strange way, it was comforting. In another, it stung. When Hex reached across the expanse of his bed he fully expected to meet cold, empty sheets, but that didn’t mean he hoped she’d still be there. 

Hex rolled over and stared at the other pillow. It was sunken in, a sign she’d been lying next to him mere hours ago. It wasn’t a dream. Though, that wasn’t necessarily a relief. Because now he was left without ground to stand on. When he got up and ventured out of my room what could I expect? 

Nothing.

He couldn't stay in his room all day, he had to feed his cat, He had work to do.

With soft footsteps Hex wandered out of his room and into the kitchen. Hex couldn't help the way his heart stuttered when he scanned the room, only to find it void of her. 

 Alone again…

Hex’s body deflated as he slumped into the kitchen counter and tried to regain whatever composure he had left. 

Why did she leave.. Was it better that she left or worse than what he was expecting to happen?

Maybe that was what he wanted: to pretend it never even happened. Did he regret it? Was he hoping she’d just move on and act like last night was just a fluke? Y/n was always one to hide her feelings well, which was a serious detriment to him now. Without some kind of tell, He had no idea whether this was an attempt to avoid discussing the nature of their relationship or a way to convey that it wasn’t a big deal to her.

“I need to get the hell out of here” Hex mumbled, hitting his palm on the marble counter. Staying home could make things worse. Everything around him reminded him of her. Gods, things had gotten much more complicated then he’d planned.

Hex went to get his things put together and change into clothes that were better suited for being out all day. But as he got ready he couldn’t help but think about Her. For better or worse, He needed something from her. Any sort of indication on her feelings about last night. Because it wasn’t just some little kiss. It was a breakdown of everything that had been mounting between them, a culmination of months of tension. 

And she acted like it was nothing.

That’s when he heard it, the door. The front door opened in near perfect silence, and if it weren’t for the fact that Hex trained his ears to be able to hear even the faintest of breaths was able to help him know she was  coming otherwise he wouldn’t have heard her coming.

 Hex shoulders rose as his body anticipated her presence, and she slowly turned to face her. She wore a pretty blue dress, she had stopped mid way through taking her shoe’s off as she looked up at him, Her hand was secured on her shoe, ready to be tugged up as soon as he was gone ready to leave even at the smallest blink of hex eyes. 

She looked up at him, but her face held a distant stare. Her eyes closed and she inhaled deeply, taking her shoes off and putting them in the rack. 

Say something.

She didn't. She just walked past him getting ready to head upstairs. Instead, his grip fell to the curve of her waist, the warmth of her skin on his hand brought back something he didn’t know he needed. He pulled her against him with just enough strength that she couldn’t resist. He knew she wouldn’t have, but maybe he didn’t know that. Hex looked down at her, studied her, and leaned in. His hand pushed her hair back, over her shoulder. He could nearly feel the pulse of his heart, completely steady, as he walked her backwards against the wall. Underneath him she was crumbling into pieces. 

His face came closer to her’s, and he tilted her chin up in girlish anticipation. But that expectant tingle of a kiss wasn’t met; instead, he dipped his head lower, finding the top of her collar bone. Wet lips closed against her skin, lingering there. Hex squeezed her waist and pushed his fingers through her hair, gently tipping her head back further. His mouth traveled up her neck, taking its time. She grabbed the sides of his shirt, willing him to continue, but he stopped when he reached her jaw. She pulled away and a whine stuck in his throat, he swallowed it down saving enough of whatever dignity he had left. He felt pathetic, he probably looked pathetic.

With a sharp sigh Y/n let go of Hex, and She pulled away once again. She felt the tension in his body radiating back towards him. He lingered, lips parted as he traced her lips before his hands went back to his side.

“I just came to get some of my stuff, I'll be back to get the rest. Be safe.”

Hex nodded, and she was gone. As the door shut behind her she could finally breathe again. She leaned against the door as she watched her olderly neighbor walk into his house. Her fingers came to her neck, gingerly touching the place where his lips had been. The barest hint of saliva was all that remained, and She had to face the mortifying truth of the fact that She needed more of him. 

He’s like a drug.

Slowly intoxicating her, until she got addicted to him just like she did to him.

#nijisanji #vtuber #hex haywire #hex haywire x reader #angst #fyp #tumblr fyp #fypシ #please like #it was never meant to be #It was never meant to be --Hex story

[pccyouthleader]

Hedgehog Hodgepodge: A Story of Espionage, Confusion, and an Evil Plan Gone Haywire

Chapter 13: A Shred of Evidence

Back downstairs, Shadow was helping Amy clean up after dinner. “You don’t seem quite as upset about Aurora’s decision as Sonic,” he said gently. He paused and studied her briefly. “You know she’ll be okay.”

Amy gave him a small smile. “I do. She’s part Rose, after all. Plus, I’ve had a feeling this was coming. Everything you said earlier was right - she needs to be able to make her own decisions.”

Shadow was about to respond when a notification came through on his communicator. Seeing it was from Tails, he lost no time reading the message. 

Amy looked up when he swore under his breath. “Something wrong?”

“I asked Tails to run some tests on that strange trophy he won recently. He’s only had one test result so far, and it’s showing the material used to make the trophy is organic.”

“Organic?” Amy asked, confused. Then she saw the look on Shadow’s face. “You mean alive?”

“Yes.” Shadow stood lost in thought for a minute. “I hate to leave without talking to Aurora, but I need to see Tails. This is urgent.”

Amy wiped her hands on a towel and moved across the room to Shadow. He felt a pang of guilt when he saw just how weary she looked. 

“Hey,” she reassured, “this is Aurora we’re talking about. Sure, she’ll be disappointed, but she’ll understand. Just don’t make a habit of it,” Amy added with a laugh.

“Thank you, Amy. Please tell her I’ll see her as soon as I get a chance.”

—

Shadow decided to walk to Tails’ lab to clear his head. He rubbed his temples and attempted to calm the noise in his brain so he could think. The more clues he came across, the more valid his theory seemed. But wasn’t it impossible?

He reached Tails’ lab and rapped on the door. That crafty fox had to have more ideas up his sleeve. Shadow was surprised to see a distressed look on Tails’ furry face when he opened the door.

“It’s gone!” Tails sputtered. “I got the one test result back, and now the trophy’s gone!”

Shadow pushed past him into the building. “Show me,” he said hastily. Nothing was surprising to him at this point.

Tails took him back to a part of the lab he’d never seen before. “It was in this clear case, and I had just come back with those results when it started giving off this weird signal.”

“The trophy?” Shadow clarified.

“Yes! Almost like it was sending a message!”

“Did you record the message?”

“I didn’t have time. It was mere seconds between the moment it started and the time it stopped. I ran to get a recording drive, and when I returned, the thing had disappeared!”

Shadow took a second to think. “Have you searched the entire lab?”

“That’s what I was doing when you arrived. CC is going through all available data to see if anything picked up the signal. You’re welcome to help me search.”

Tails and Shadow looked the entire lab over twice before conceding that the trophy was truly gone. The doors had been secured from the inside, so no one could have pilfered it that way. CC’s search also turned up nothing.

But Shadow had an idea. “Rouge and Knuckles also came across a mysterious object that was similar in nature to the trophy. I’ll have them bring it here so you can continue your analysis.”

Using his communicator, he put a call in to Rouge, but there was no answer. A call to Knuckles gave the same result. Frustrated, Shadow decided to retrieve the orb himself.

—

Rouge answered the door almost immediately. 

“Doing business offline, now?” Shadow grumbled, annoyed.

“How’s that?” Rouge asked. His surly countenance had her immediately on the defensive.

“I tried to call you,” he answered gruffly.

“Well it’s kind of hard to answer a call that you never receive,” Rouge responded. At Shadow’s confused expression, she continued. “Something has zapped our communicators. Heck, we don’t even have any electricity!” She opened the door wide to prove her point. 

Shadow closed his eyes and told himself to calm down. Rouge wasn’t an enemy. “I’m sorry. There’s a lot going on right now and I’m a little on edge.”

“You don’t say?” responded Rouge with a smirk.

Still simmering, Shadow decided to get to the point. “Do you still have the orb that you showed me earlier today?”

“No.”

“What do you mean, ‘No’?”

“I thought you took it when you left! I couldn’t find it anywhere when I went back into the vault,” said Rouge.

“Not even on the floor?” Shadow’s heart was racing.

“Not even on the floor,” she said, crossing her arms. 

Shadow apologized again, assured her he didn’t take the orb, and hurried back to Tails’ lab.

—

“Things just don’t disappear into thin air, whether they’re organic or not!” said Tails, scratching his head.

Shadow wanted to hit him with a “Thank you, Captain Obvious,” but decided to hold his tongue. He wasn’t making friends this evening with his sarcastic remarks.

“We still have more research to do,” he tried instead.

“But it’s hard to do research on something that isn’t here,” Tails complained. “Besides, right after you left, our systems crashed. Our communicators were fried too. The only reason we have power at all is because of the backup generators.”

Shadow was at a loss for words. “I’ll keep looking,” he finally managed, then left the lab. 

—

Back in Aurora’s windowsill, Shadow’s day had come full circle. He was drained both mentally and physically, but found a great sense of calm just knowing she slept peacefully nearby.

Whether from the exhaustion of his faculties, or a sense of rebellion at the day’s adversity, he decided he had to be closer. To touch her.

Slipping into her room from the windowsill, he inched closer to her bed, carefully listening for sounds from the hallway. Shadow knew if Sonic were to find him in Aurora’s room now, after offering to let her move in with him, that the cerulean speedster would wage war.

Finally he was at her side, reaching to smooth the quills at the back of her head…

“Shadow…” she breathed, completely unaware of his presence. Hearing his name in her soft sigh nearly did him in. His fingers tingled at the very touch of her. He wouldn’t be able to stay long.

His mind shifted to the major changes in her life. Not only was she losing her “only child” status, but she was looking to live on her own for the first time. Living with her parents kept her protected and safe. Sonic was right; now she would be vulnerable. 

Shadow couldn’t actually imagine her moving into his apartment. It would be too much of a temptation, and he wanted to honor her wishes. Plus, he didn’t have any furniture to speak of. 

An idea suddenly struck him. After gently kissing her on the forehead, Shadow quietly made his way out of Aurora’s window, heading toward his apartment building. But instead of entering his own abode, he stopped at the apartment next door and knocked loudly.

“Who is it?” asked a voice a few moments later. The door opened and a slender tanuki stood tying his bathrobe. “Can I help you?”

Shadow stared at him with those deep crimson eyes. “I’m going to need you to move out of this apartment by the end of next week.”

-End Part One-

Stay tuned for an intermission chapter and Part Two, coming very soon!

#sonic the hedgehog #sonamy #sonic fanfiction #shadora #hedgehog hodgepodge #shadow the hedgehog #sonicboom #aurora belongs to e-vay #amy rose #shadow x aurora #sonic x amy #tails the fox #miles tails prower #knuckles the echidna #knuckles x rouge #rouge the bat #cc belongs to e vay #CC the ai #aurora the hedgehog

[twistedgardens]

A Spell Gone Wrong

This is based on a conversation I had with @stygianoir a while back that I'm just now getting around to 😓. Sorry it took so long.

For context:

Magic can and does go haywire. The magic system of Twisted Wonderland is nothing like the fantasy books of Yuu's home world. Harry Potter didn't show them what happened when goes wild and actually turns someone into the opposite gender.

Content Warning: mentions of periods (but only implied and gender is not specified as just about anyone with a uterus can have one)

Dire Crowley

Of all the times for him to burst onto the scene, it's when magic suddenly goes wild with a mispronounced spell. You think overblots are bad, try dealing with a headmaster who didn't dodge a spell in time. Being the overdramatic drama king he is, or rather was, Dire's first reaction to growing new bits and pieces is to panic. It's one thing to shapeshifter into a crow or ghost, but that's only because he cast it upon himself. Turning back is another issue when it's someone else's spell gone topsy-turvy. Functionally he's still the headmaster just...moodier. He doesn't let visitors see him the way he is and cause confusion. If Yuu/Reader is able to have periods, even if they weren't involved in the incident, will be the one to secure necessary hygiene products if the spell isn't lifted in time for Dire to experience the wonderful world of menstruation. Were they in the same room or building when the incident took place? No, but that won't stop Dire from giving Yuu the job of getting a life time supply of products because he honestly does not know how periods work. Hopefully the spell gets broken before PMS kicks in. You think he's overdramatic? Wait until he gets a dose of PMS hormones for the first time.

Divus Crewel

A potion goes wrong because of course it does. However, of all the staff it happens to, Divus is the least concerned. Potion-related accidents happen and getting turned into a woman isn't the worst thing to happen or that he's seen happen in the lab. Divus is the exact opposite of Dire. He answers to having breasts testing the limits of his vest, the awkward fit of his pants from having widened hips, and a different voice by shrugging it off and continuing with the lesson. It could've been worse. He could have been turned into a slug.

Malleus Draconia (this is the only picture I could find that didn't include someone's fan art. it does not represent how his reaction is written)

It's not so much his reaction you need to worry about, it's Sebek's, who is outraged by the incident and won't let anyone forget it. Lilia is rolling on the floor laughing and Silver is in the corner sleeping. Malleus takes to being switched with the opposite gender in great strides, though he's concerned that he'll have to switch schools since Night Raven College is boys only. As a fae, at least he won't have to experience a normal menstruation cycle since their biology is different than most humans. This is a learning experience for him. If he's going to rule someday, what better opportunity to learn about issues facing his subjects who have certain body parts or present/identify as female?

Idia Shroud

Oh, this is going to be fun. No one realizes the spell goes wrong is when Idia opens his mouth. Instead of his normal voice, Idia sounds like a stereotypical female. He clasps his hand over his mouth and stands there stiff as board, too scared to move. Suddenly, all eyes are on him. Because he's wearing a hoodie, the changes to his body aren't noticeable. Idia turns his back away from everybody and looks down his shirt. The shriek the emits from him could break glass. Idia immediately runs away and holes himself up in his room, locking the door. His habits don't change much except he speaks even less and doesn't bother with health class. He's too embarrassed to let anyone accidentally see him while the spell is still in effect.

Rook Hunt

A spell or potion gone wrong turns him into a young lady? Meh. It's not the worst thing that could happen. As a matter of fact, Rook likes it. He'll need a new uniform, but that's easily fixed. This is the perfect excuse to find out how skirts feel since he's only allowed to wear one as part of his new uniform, and only because he gets turned into a girl. The breeze feels nice, but it makes hunting a little inconvenient. The only noted downside is that he can't stop admiring himself in the mirror.

Vil Shoenheit

You think this is the first time? LOL. Vil's an actor, who's played the role of girl once before and he's handled potion mishaps for years. He would be furious if he'd been turned into animal, or even worse, ugly. At least the potion didn't turn him into an old lady. Now that would be bad.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #divus crewel #twst divus #dire crowley #twst dire #twst crowley #malleus draconia #twst malleus #Idia shroud #twst idia #vil shoenheit #twst vil #rook hunt #twst rook #genderbending #family friend content #gender neutral reader

[mute-call]

@entitytcken said: this isn’t what i had in mind. {roleswap!Security Puppet/Spencer Peyton and Steven/Phone Guy 😌}

It isn't what most people had had in mind when Phone Guy's "utility updates" had been announced-- himself included. He hardly seems qualified to assist the security guard when his only real safety feature is knowing how to call 911, but it hasn't gone unnoticed that he's the only animatronic on the premises capable of interacting with adults without hostility. As long as that remains the case, he's the only non-human that management trusts to correctly implement the criminal recognition system, and they've handed him off to Peyton for training in what to do if he does happen to see anything suspicious.

...could they have simply coded in the proper protocols for handling potential threats? Of course. But it has been deemed safer (and cheaper) to rely on human expertise over the same programming that's been going haywire in the other machines.

He's not entirely sure how to respond to Spencer's comment, so he doesn't. ...not one to stay silent for long, however, Phone Guy continues on as though the guard hadn't said anything at all.

"So, it looks like it's going to be you and me, huh? That's great!" As overly animated as ever, the animatronic flashes a cheerful thumbs-up.

"This will be a piece of cake!"

#I ADORE THEMMMMMM #buddies pals coworkers forever & ever /lh #entitytcken #entitytcken 2 #v; their mechanical family #rp #mutecall

[purple-iris]

I just can't wait to reach the part of the timeline where Security Breach takes place in my Elizabeth Afton lives AU

Elizabeth, CEO of Fazbear Entertainment and Afton Robotics, who makes her way into the pizzaplex once the animatronics systems starts to go haywire, and who quickly notice that the only one which isn't corrupted by this strange virus, the one she suspect escaped from that cursed game an intern thought was smart to make by using Springbonnie's memory cards, is Glamrock Freddy.

One of the two animatronics she personally helped build and code, the one she programmed to be just slightly enough like her older brother, gone along with their Father and uncle Henry in that fire so many years ago.

Freddy, who just like Mike would have, is ready to lay everything down for a lost child.

Gregory, who in return, looks like their younger brother, but not quite, as if seen through the lense of a fever dream.

And so she follows along, knowing the security and failsafes codes buried so deep in their programming, even the advanced AI of the robots don't know they are present. They make their way through the pizzaplex, avoiding attacks and Vannessa, her strange bunny getup far too familiar to Elizabeth, until they find the old pizzeria, buried deep under the massive mall.

The pizzeria where her brother died, her father died, her uncle Henry died, and all the souls of the missing children were released. Their bodies, or what was left of them, she had buried behind her childhood home, under a lilac tree.

So when Vanny activates the remnant powered recharge station, Elizabeth knows damn well this isn't her father's skull, under there. It's a mimic, a mere imitation, running on corrupted AI and agony, along with the endoskeleton of Glamrock Bonnie. The other one she made.

So a fight ensues, Liz, Freddy and Gregory against the Mimic, the remaining animatronics and Vanny. The atrocity parading with her Father's name tries to harm Gregory, to extract remnants from him, aided by Vanessa, who's admiration of her Father's crime makes Elizabeth sick. Freddy goes all out against the Mimic, anything to keep the child safe and out of reach of the two psychos, while the two women go toe to toe.

Elizabeth grabs a wrench, and she is fuming. How dare she tries to rebuild this twisted version of her father, how dare she tries to undo all of her brother and her own efforts to free these souls, how dare she tries to sully her name and her company, and how dare she tries to copy her father's work so sloppily. For that's what she is, a sloppy copy cat serial killer who can't even manage to kill properly.

Wasn't that the only moral line of a serial killer, to not steal one another's mojo?

Glaring through her eyebrows at Vanessa, she taunts: "Come on, you think you're worthy of my name, come and get it!"

They fight, and a well placed uppercut chips one of Elizabeth's teeth. She tastes the blood in her mouth, her own, as she passes her tongue against the tooth, and she grins. Rage, yet a wicked form of pleasure course through her. She can already imagine what she could do to Vanny next...

"Vanessa, you forget why I was his favourite."

Their fight begins again, and Vanessa grows frustrated. Elizabeth is around her late forties, how is she throwing back punches and hits, how is she fighting back so hard, with such calculated methods. In half a breath, Vannessa grunts: "Why wont you die!"

Elizabeth laughs, a choked sound in the smoke filled environment as Freddy exploits the weakness she revealed the Mimic had. Fire and intense heat.

"Please, I've got remnant in my blood, my own, from Circus Baby, and my Father's, injected in this very place before his last and final death, his last act to protect me from anything." She spat, oversharing usually leaving a sour taste in his mouth, but now, seeing Vanessa's face fall in desperation at her words.

She ends up knocking out Vanessa, and as the flames rise, Freddy has managed to overcome the Mimic and burn his remnant fueled endo. Gregory, exhausted from the fight, running away from the animatronics and the Mimic, is unconscious from exhaustion. To hasten their exit, she picks him up in her arms as Freddy hauls Vannessa on his shoulder, fireman style.

Outside of the Pizzaplex, with Gergory's head laying on her lap as she sits on the curb next to her bright red vintage Thunderbird, she asks Freddy to power off, to avoid him being interrogated, and as she waits for the police and paramedics with an unconscious boy and a barely awakening Vanessa, she takes a long drag out of her cigarette.

She calls her lawyer, as she knows she'll need him, because she got an orphan or foster boy under her wing now, and she isn't letting anything bad happen to Gregory again.

#five nights at freddys #fnaf #elizabeth afton #elizabeth afton lives au #vanessa fnaf #vanny fnaf #gregory fnaf #glamrock freddy #william afton #afton family #textpost #fanfic #fanfic planning #excerpt #the afton family being utterly fucked up #i dont follow the lore i follow vibes #remnant #remnant elizabeth #the mimic #the mimic fnaf #writing

[hoghtastic]

Translation of Johanne Milland's interview for Femina.dk

( Note: Translation of the available excerpt online. If the rest of the interview is released in the future, the respective translation will be added. )

JOHANNE MILLAND BURNED HER CANDLE AT BOTH ENDS

❝ I've gotten better at being ordinary ❞

Johanne Milland has burned too much, loved too much and not known her limits. Four years ago, it culminated in early burnout, stress and anxiety — a tough period that taught her something about balance.

When Johanne Milland stepped out of her front door this morning, there was a man lying on the ground in front of her. At first she thought it was a homeless person who had gone to sleep, because people just walked past him. Until he looked at her and asked, "Can you help me?" — I started to get him on his feet and looked appealingly at the people who passed by, as in: "Would you like to lend a hand here?" No one responded. Not even if the man was bleeding from the face - he had clearly fallen. This kind of thing just makes me so furious! says Johanne and clenches her hands tightly on the table. The man said he belonged to a care center in Sundby, so Johanne called them and asked if they could do something. They knew him, yes, but said she could call the sociolance (social ambulance) or a taxi, there was no help to be had there. The man would prefer a taxi, so Johanne got him into it and sent him home. She talks about the episode in response to my question about what can get her out of her chair. — In situations like this, I get a wild inner fire. I get so angry and upset when people are treated unfairly that I have a really hard time controlling myself. It is the inner fire that has made Johanne Milland one of the new great talents on both the film and musical scene in record time, but also the one that burned her up almost four years ago. So today she reins it in, the fire. She doses it. — The "old" Johanne was very melancholic in the way that I often lost myself in pictures of my life that I created myself. My inner emotional life and imagination have always been very strong and I used it as an invisible friend. I have lost that a little because I have become more balanced and less "up and down" in my emotional life. I've gotten better at staying… ordinary. Does it make you feel good? To be more ordinary. Hmm, there are some things about the old Johanne that I would have liked to have kept, but you go crazy always driving out there at 180 km per hour. I haven't responded to my limits, and when you don't do it for a long time, your body tells you to listen, otherwise things go haywire. But I've always been quite a pushover, and I've liked it. There was something safe in the fact that something hurt. Why, do you think? Oh, I've spent a lot of thought trying to figure that out! Maybe because there is a sense of security in remaining upset, if you have been [like that]. If you become happy again, you have something to lose. It's just easier… A slightly reversed logic. Yes, but there is also something in this way of living that I think has made me a good actor. Living a lot in a "state". I got burned out early on, but it also gave me a lot because I threw myself headlong into everything and worked really hard in everything I did. It has been both good and my biggest challenge, but that's how I am as a person: I run really fast or I don't run at all. I really love a lot, otherwise I don't love at all. It has cost me something, but these are the blows you take.

A LITTLE ABOUT JOHANNE 28 years old, born and raised in the small Funen town of Frørup outside Nyborg. Graduated from Den Danske Scenekunstskole - Musicalakademiet in 2019, moved to Copenhagen soon after, where she immediately got roles in major musicals, e.g. "The Bald Barber", "She Loves You" and "Atlantis".

In 2022, she played the lead role of Liv in the film "The Venus Effect", and was nominated for both a Bodil and a Robert for her performance. Since then, she has recorded the TV series "Graverne" and "Kald mig far" — the latter with Alex Høgh, with whom she is now a couple.

From March 7, people can see Johanne in the lead role of Ella/Cinderella in the musical interpretation of the old fairy tale in Tivoli Concert hall. Rasmus Seebach provides the music, Line Knutzon has written the script, and designer Søren Le Schmidt is responsible for the show's dresses and costumes.

Control and gaslighting

It is not because Johanne Milland had a traumatic childhood or great sorrows that she had to run away from. On the contrary, she was rounded off by a safe upbringing in the small village of Frørup outside Nyborg, with a mother who stood in the kitchen and baked buns, and a father sitting on the sofa watching football. — I was "the red-haired child", the sprightly, temperamental one, where my sister was more shy, I was the outgoing one, the one with gunpowder in her ass. I've always had a show gene, I wanted to show off, be looked at, have recognition. I also wanted to be the one to decide, and because I was this rider of justice, I was also busy telling people how to behave. Johanne pestered her parents for years about joining Nyborg Voldspil, and at the age of 15 she finally got ➤

permission. She quickly became part of the large amateur theater community in Funen, and from there things went well with big roles and many tours. — I really got some blows for being such a decisive ass there, so I shut down that part of myself and became a pleaser — I wanted to be part of the community. In continuation of that, I met my first boyfriend at HF (Higher Preparatory Examination) in Odense, where I went, and got into a relationship which was very unhealthy. Although I was really a strong-willed girl, I didn't know my limits when it came to love and I totally lost myself. Unfortunately, I didn't realize how unhealthy it was until it was too late, says Johanne. Only several years later does she discover that she has been under control and gaslighting in the relationship. — We didn't understand how to be lovers and look after each other, as you do in a relationship. I have learned that now. That you are a team in a relationship. He wouldn't be with me or talk to me in public even though we lived together and I was really in love with him so it was very, very difficult. Because I didn't feel okay as just me. He controlled me by, for example, deciding what I should and shouldn't wear, what movies we should watch — little things. The relationship lasted only a year and a half, but it allowed to define who Johanne was for several years afterwards. —  I entered the Danske Scenekunstskole in Fredericia and moved to Fredericia, and when I was in my second year, I told him it was over. I just couldn't take it anymore. We both got other partners, but he still haunted my life. He was a drug, I was addicted to him. Addicted to what he didn't give me. And it wasn't because he was a bad person, because he didn't even realize what he was doing. He didn't understand. How did you break free from him? — At that time it had been on and off so much, that I could finally see that it was not healthy for me. And I just wanted to be happy — I was so tired of being sad. Tired of being a victim. Tired of putting myself in that situation time and time again. One of my girl friends told me she couldn't recognize me. That I wasn't myself. You can't see that when you're sitting in it, and since then I've understood that it can actually make things worse when someone close to you says that to you. The mechanism is that if you are told that "you must leave him, he is not good for you, you have changed", then you will want to stay even more. It strengthens the bond with the person who is not necessarily good for you. She continues: — That's what happened to me. And I have learned that if you have to have that conversation with someone who is subjected to control and gaslighting, you have to turn it around and ask if that person is okay, if there is anything you can do. I myself am very careful about how I talk about it if I meet someone in similar situations.

❝ There are some things about the old Johanne that I would like to have kept, but you go crazy always driving out there at 180 km per hour. ❞

❝ Even though I was really a strong-willed girl, I didn't know my limits when it came to love, and I lost myself completely. Unfortunately, I didn't realize how unhealthy it was until it was too late. ❞

The anxiety Johanne had moved to Copenhagen and was sitting on the toilet in her small apartment in Valby when the anxiety attacks started. — I remember that out of the blue I thought a really bad thing about myself. Like: "You can't do anything, you're not good for anything." I had never done that before. Suddenly my whole body froze and I sat like that for a long time, completely in a panic. I had to say to myself, "Now move one foot, travel, go outside. You must get some fresh air. It will probably get better." Johanne had to fight outside in the fresh air, where things went completely wrong. — I called my mother and said that something was very wrong. I immediately made an appointment with a coach because I thought that this just needed to be talked through and it would go away. But it didn't. From there it went downhill with Johanne. Anxiety pounded around her body, and the stress symptoms ➤

appeared as palpitations, sleeping arms and legs, flickering eyes. —  I got so bad that I had to move home with my parents, and for at least three months I couldn't go outside the door without holding my mother or father's hand. They were really good at getting me out and at least getting some exercise so we did a lot of bike rides. But I would totally panic if I couldn't see them all the time. And if I walked alone on the road, I was afraid I would walk out in front of a car. I still have obsessive thoughts as a result of it, it's really uncomfortable. What obsessive thoughts are these? It could be anything. That I die from my work. I know none of that is true, so I have to say, "Well, that was the thought" when it comes. I got hold of the book "Your Self Healing Mind" and it and the best psychologist in the world simply saved my life and changed my view of anxiety. What my journey has taught me so far is that when you suffer from stress and anxiety, your brain is your biggest enemy, and the more you fight it, the worse it gets. I'm still practicing not taking the fight, because I can't win. My thoughts always win.

It was during that period that the film "The Venus Effect" — Johannes' first major film role — was filmed. She had agreed with her mother that if she couldn't, then she couldn't, and then it was just too bad. She had to take it one day at a time and see how it went. — I called the caster and told her I had stress and anxiety and she grabbed me right away, it was so amazing. They might as well have said, "Well, we'll find someone else," but they were so top notch and understood what I was going through. They let me stay in Funen when I didn't dare take the train, and they made sure I got some body treatments, which helped a lot. We talked about trying to use that in the film, because at that time I really needed to feel the ground beneath me, the trees and the grass, so I really WAS my role, Liv. In that way, it actually ended up being a huge gift, says Johanne, who noted the big difference between making a film and making a musical: — On a film set there can be long breaks between takes and it is very normal for the players to "zone out" during their breaks. In the same way, there is no time for that in musicals. The rehearsal period is more compressed and we have to achieve a huge amount during the rehearsals. It's also very social, so you're very intense for months at a time. It's enormous fun and demanding in a different way, but I had difficulty finding a breathing space because I didn't use my breaks to relax, even though I needed to, she says.

❝ I have so many wounds from past relationships that I can only process with another human being. And Alex is really good at healing my wounds. ❞

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