So have any of you heard of a fic series called "Ad Astra Per Aspera" by LadyDayBreaker?
It's one of my absolute favorites. One part is called "To Stay in Heaven, For Fear of Your Creation", where it follows Nori during her time in CFL. Two characters she meets (they're TECHNICALLY canon?) are Max and Bonnie, a pair of security solver drones (that fact is not canon).
Anyway I thought it'd be interesting to draw what they might look like, so uh here we are! Just smth a little silly.
Bonus of Bonnie being Bonnie from FNAF
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oh he is already such a great uncle, giving her the look of ‘I’m supposed to be retired but for you? Say no more, we’ll sneak away tomorrow, your wish is my command’
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Thinking about the Bad Parents this episode because like, imagine your child, who's constantly burdened with the fate of the world, comes to you after school and says it's not enough. That they have to take the Last Stand exam and it's tomorrow. You have no time to take time off work to be with them, to be able to wait for them when they get home.
And then the next day you say goodbye in the morning, you kiss them on the head and tell them you love them. But you know that the next time you see them they will have died. You know that all the day you're at work, your child is fighting for their life in a drastic last stand. How do you focus with that knowledge? How do you move on, wondering if your child is already dead? That while your working or doing chores, your child could be lying on a sandy flood, dead, while all their friends fight for their lives?
How do you move past it? How do you live out that day?
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hi tonight i'm thinking about rlly pent up simon coming home. he's wound taut, a short fuse. he just needs to let off some steam and be a little mean with u ): just a lil tho!!!
while he whispers about how soft and sweet you are, how cute you look pinned beneath him, how pretty your moans are as you lick and squeal as he makes u cum on his cock — he has his big hand wrapped around your throat.
he makes you stare right into his eyes while he has u creaming and squirming. he's glaring even tho he's saying sweet nothings <3 he's got u pinned, his chest pressed against yours, rendering u completely immobile and at his mercy as he stuffs his cock into ur drooling cunt ):
when your eyes inevitably roll back, breaking the eye contact, he lightly slaps you across the cheek. the impact makes your eyes fall back to his and he squints in disappointment.
"eyes on me, sweet one," he growls, "told you to keep your fuckin' eyes on me."
and when he hits just right, nailing that gooey little spot inside you, eyes flutter closed and he smacks you again. it's not hard enough to hurt but the fact your sweet simon is the one treating u so meanly is what gets u really clenching around him <3
"filthy thing," he spits, "gettin' off on me smackin' you around? fuck, you're a lil pervert, love."
you whimper, toes curling in ur fuzzy socks when his pelvis grinds right up against your clit, as he says those dirty things to you ): and he keeps just humping your pretty little pussy until you're cumming again around him with a weak cry of his name, hands helplessly slapping against his broad shoulders.
"i'm not done, sweetheart," he coos in your ear, deep timbre of his voice making your heart race, "gonna keep fuckin' this precious little cunt until i cant remember my own name." <3
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On the morning of the knife fight I was scheduled to lose, I washed myself in the ritual soap and dressed in soft, loose fitting clothes as was the custom. I would not break my fast until after the deed was done.
My second ferried me to the entry point at the North, where I declared my secret name to the gatekeeper and several acolytes in quick succession. They prepared me for the inner sanctum, infusing my veins with salt water and drawing intricate sigils on my chest. I bid farewell to my second, who would keep vigil outside. I remember very little after this, but when I awoke, I felt a great weight had been lifted from my chest.
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Anyway, the top surgery yesterday went great!
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woman seeking blorbo: must be a female character, preferably an adult. Intelligence levels of smart to genius (either through life experience or through schooling), social skills anywhere from awkward to none. Her ability to understand her own emotions should be slim to verging on complete and utter confusion. Either that or just refusing to accept she even possesses any.
It is absolutely imperative that she have no chill. I want her thirsty, but I want that thirst to be restrained. The more clueless she is about potential love interests and their opinion of her, the better. Her fatal flaw may or may not be one of the seven deadly sins, but I want it to be something I can dig my grubby little mitts into. She has to, at least once in canon, make a completely bonkers decision that makes me question her sanity.
Bonus points if she has at least 1 best friend I can ship her with when I'm in the mood for shipping (gender doesn't matter).
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