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Home; a Monster Match Revist — Bodi the Komodo Dragon Lizardman ; M Lizardman x F Human, NSFW

For @ivymemnoch — I absolutely loved revisiting one of my favorite boys!

“Annual projections for this quarter are low, so we need to ensure that we’re doing everything in our power to see those year-over-year numbers…”

You twitched when your attention on the droning voice of your boss was interrupted by your phone screen, lighting up with a message on your desk. Palming the device, you quickly dimmed it, waiting several moments before turning it over, well outside the camera range.

The hawkish VP of sales was on this video call, and seemed to possess a supernatural awareness of when someone was looking down at the small screen in their lap rather than paying rapt attention to the redundant powerpoint slide that was currently being shared on the monitor before you, and you didn’t fancy being called out in front of your peers.

Working from home was a mixed blessing.

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in the rain

♥ relationships: krampus x deaf gender neutral reader

♥ word count: 898

♥ warnings: romantic monster, no context, probably not 'lore' accurate

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Isolation is a horrible thing on Christmas. But it never lasts long, not for you. Throughout years of chimneys having broken, roofs having been dented, floors having been cracked by him, you have learned to wait outside. The rounds of what happened here got annoying, plus, watching his sleigh land makes the butterflies in your stomach ignite. However, this Christmas Eve, you will not be watching it. The rain is heavy, and the night's air is cold while it penetrates your layers in a way you couldn't predict. Just a few more minutes, you tell yourself. Almost an hour later, in the cold, you craved his warmth.

He is consistently heated.

The fur on his chest is thick, but you can run your fingers through it, as you always do. When he leans down and press his muzzle into your neck, your hands to go his ears and scratch like he's a dog. He likes it. He always taps his hooves.

The thud comes. You feel it in your chest like a bass, coming up from your toes to your heart, causing your head to lift and your eyes to flicker from roof to roof. That thud is unbelievably comforting. How far is he? The rain is compact, hiding him from you, the fog and the moon high in the sky, cloaking him. He likes it this way, you realize. Where you cannot see him, but he can see you.

The feeling of your teeth chattering overcomes the pressure of water weighing you down. You try to stop it, clenching your jaw, before understanding that the release might be better. Oh hurry up, you beg, come on, big guy.

Something flies past your feet. There is one, then two, before a sea of what feels like cockroaches tickle your ankles. The artic inhibits you from reaction initially, so with only the mobility in your neck, you look down to see toys scurrying past you. It makes you smile. The daemon creates them himself in a big room in his home, his clawed hands carefully holding paintbrushes in a way that makes your heart swell.

There it is again - a vibration, the ground rumbling under your feet. It is like the dropping of a piano; someone jumping from the highest step; a skateboard hitting the street; something large taking a step. Your feet finally move. You take a step, not yet even turning your body before flinging your arms open with a twist, whereupon you make contact with this thick body. Your fingers dance through his fur. He is stiff, as he always is, but you can tell he likes it from the way his slow blinks descend to him resting into you with his eyes closed. Around his shoulders is a hefty wool robe, one with a lush fur around the edges, so heavy that you have struggled to take it off the clothing rack. Now, he opens it and brings it round your shaking form. The feeling of your wet clothes being pressed into your skin, and for a second you consider taking them off. How would that feel - his belly pressed against your chest, ticklish fur keeping you warm. Your cheeks warm, as does the rest of your body from his touch. It is when his claws climb up the back of your shirt does a wave of goosebumps finds fresh terrain on your prickled skin. The pads of his fingers wipe the wet layer from your skin.

What an excellent feeling. The anxiety - worry that he will pull away - pools in your stomach. It is sick anticipation. Is he comfortable like this? Does he want to pull away, and you are preventing him? His chest rumbles as if he is purring, and you find yourself pulling away. His hand does not leave your back. At night, this night, in particular, the one that comes every year, you wait in the sleigh with the coats of the victims, ones he takes for you no matter how many layers you are wearing. The seat is as cushioned as you remember - not comfortable until he is pressed up against you (or, as the recent time, you sitting on his lap). He puts his hand on your head when you sit. It is not on a roof but instead on the street, surrounded by snow, the rain pooling in the place where your feet go. You sit crisscrossed. You look up at the goat-like man, squinting through the weather's layers. He huffs. It blows smoke from his snout. He moves, shuffling through the dark sack from the back. His big hands pull out a coat, one with a furred hood, a dark, dense material, something similar to his. He holds it out and shakes it when you do not grab it immediately. You hold it in your much smaller hands until you put your arms through the sleeves. He eyes you as you settle. After putting the hood over your head, after lingering a claw on your cheek, he begins to walk off.

You watch the way he moves: not yet stalking, but nonetheless a predator. When he gets close to a house, he jumps, though already out of your sight. After landing on the roof he stands, eyeing your feeble form, that familiar bubbling in his chest, then soon heading towards the chimney.

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I had a funny little idea.

What happens when you try to interrupt their reunion hug??

No.

Just Don't. :)

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Since the first day DJ Music Man was introduced to the Pizzaplex, him and the Daycare Attendant have been the best of friends.

The Daycare Attendant (usually referred to as Moony) would visit DJ every night to hang out after his security rounds were done. DJ always looked forward to his visits, the two of them always had a good time.. But sadly, their fun little routine didn’t last forever..

Overtime things started to change around the Pizzaplex. Freddy and the gang used to visit him too like Moony did, but slowly overtime.. they all stopped visiting him one by one. And when one of them did visit, they always seemed to be grumpy and irritable.. although DJ understood what they were going through. So he never thought much more of their odd behavior… but then, Moony did the same thing. Started acting a bit off, and then stopped visiting all together.. It was concerning to say the least.

DJ began to worry that he had done something to upset them, or that something bad had happened that he was unaware of. But since he is unable to leave the Arcade.. all he could really do is sit there and hope for the best..

One night though, a few weeks after no one had visited the DJ, he was suddenly woken up by his friend in his usual Moon costume. At first he was happy to see him.. but then.. something just felt off. The way he was moving, the way he was speaking.. that strange purple glint in his eyes.. he wasn’t sure which one convinced him, but he knew that something wasn’t right with his little buddy, and he had to do something about it.

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lmao get drinked sky

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Writing advice from my uni teachers:

If your dialog feels flat, rewrite the scene pretending the characters cannot at any cost say exactly what they mean. No one says “I’m mad” but they can say it in 100 other ways.

Wrote a chapter but you dislike it? Rewrite it again from memory. That way you’re only remembering the main parts and can fill in extra details. My teacher who was a playwright literally writes every single script twice because of this.

Don’t overuse metaphors, or they lose their potency. Limit yourself.

Before you write your novel, write a page of anything from your characters POV so you can get their voice right. Do this for every main character introduced.

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actually i deserve to have glowing yellow eyes and teeth a little sharper than normal. i earned it

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Hi guys!!! Soooo this was a BIG passion project for me; as an avid theme parks fan who knows how important character autographs can be to visitors, I thought it would be really fun to create a mockup of what a Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaplex autograph book might look like! I tried styling it similarly to the US Disney parks' autograph books, with some of the character autographs included on the back cover.

Click the read more for some notes on each characters' autographs! :0) I arranged them here (save for DJ Music Man and Monty, switch those two) in the order of which I drew them out. Enjoy!

🚫⚠️ Please do not use my art/illustration without my permission and please do not repost. If there is something you'd like to use it for, please ask me first! ⚠️🚫 Thanks!

EDIT: Please look at my pinned post for questions you may have regarding how you can use the book yourself! :)

Each character typically has their own preferred pen or marker to write with.

The Sun Daycare Attendant's autograph is written with a dying orange Sharpie marker. He's my favorite so of course I had to tackle his first! He likes to use whatever stickers he has on hand to decorate the page. Also worth noting: He has many different monikers with the daycare kiddos and just... in general, so he will often times write whatever name you refer to him as. "Mr. Sunshine", "Sunnyface", "Sun Guy", etc., thus his autograph often varies.

Freddy's autograph is... too perfect, so I either chalk that up to 1) his robotic dexterity is just that good or, more realistically, 2) he uses a special stamp for the name portion and writes/draws out the rest, because he's accidentally broken so many pens/markers trying to get it perfect and left some kiddos crying. Which make him feel HORRIBLE!! Best to avoid that at all costs!

(p.s. I am totally behind the fan theory that Bonnie went by "Superstar Bonnie" and/or called Freddy "superstar" and that's who he got it from. Freddy probably started adding that "To my superstar" bit to his autograph some time after Bonnie's decommission. Yes I ship Bonnie and Freddy so hard shhh 💔💔💔)

Superstar Bonnie's autograph was slightly inspired by the Palmer chocolates logo (and subconsciously, according to my friend Connor, the Cadbury logo). There's a joke here about chocolate easter bunnies. Anyways! Bonnie wrote in a purple ink fountain pen. The bunny face in the "O" was going to just have three dots to represent a bowling ball, with bunny ears incorporated on the "B", but I thought I'd combine the two for cuteness's sake. :-) His autograph is (obviously) very very rare since it's now impossible to get. Probably goes for a lot of money on eBay in the FFCU (Freddy Fazbear Cinematic Universe).

Sorry to any Roxy fans who were expecting something a little more exciting with her autograph! 😭 I just honestly didn't see her as someone who would spend too much time embellishing her writing with cutesy stuff... but I did put a lot of thought into what I wanted hers to look like. Since she's a raceway girl, I gave her a more "human-like" autograph. I wanted it to be reminiscent of a race car driver who signs giant posters, so the tails of her autograph often drag off of the page and it takes up basically every bit of space that it can on the paper. And of course, to give it that authentic "race car driver autograph feel", I tried rendering it like a silver Sharpie marker. :0)

Glamrock Chica just seems like the kind of girl to have a million glitter pens and highlighters and write in bubble letters... like every girl in middle school (and I mean that in the most endeared way possible).

DJ Music Man... bless his heart... he is VERY enthusiastic to sign autographs because he is rarely ever asked, but... he is so big that his autograph takes up two pages, often times with varying legibility (you have to hold that book STATUE STILL for him). However, large t-shirts are often slightly easier for him to write on, so he might have room to draw a music note or vinyl record for you! ...Or just carry a big ass poster board into the pizzaplex if you want. Go crazy! LMAOOO

Monty... as a Bonnie fan, he is on thin ice for me but I respect everyone who loves him LOL so I hope this does him justice! His paper is a bit more crumpled than the others and has a noticeable hole in it from his thumb claw accidentally stabbing the paper (yes, he is left-handed in my brain shhh). He is trying his best y'all 😭

And lastly, but definitely not least (I knew I had to hold myself back from drawing his until the end or I'd never finish all of these LOL), we have the Moon Daycare Attendant! Not much I can really say here about the autograph itself aside from the fact that he too draws a smile on his autograph, just like Sun does. His autograph is, unsurprisingly, basically just as hard-to-get as Bonnie's is nowadays. Once Vanny hacked into him and maintenance couldn't figure out what was causing him to act so... scary... they probably slapped that warning label on the back of the Daycare animatronic's head panel and decided that the Daycare's lights were to stay on indefinitely. Buuuut when he wasn't acting up, he was just as silly and kooky as Sun, just with a slightly different temperament. WE DO NOT STAND BY THE "MOON IS MEAN" THEORY IN THIS HOUSE HE IS A SILLY BOY ALL OF HIS IN-GAME ART IS VERY FRIENDLY IT'S NOT HIS FAULT HE'S ACTING LIKE THIS AAAAAHHHHHH

ANYWAYS!! Thanks for reading my big wall of text if you did!! <:'-) I hope you guys enjoy seeing it as much as I enjoyed making it!

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gregory is a gamer. 360 noscope the security robots. escaping vanessa speedrun any %. that kid is on the grind man

its not what you specifically requested, so have twitch gamer gregory instead.

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*SONIC MOVIE 2 SPOILERS*

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Anyone else screaming? Just me? Alright.

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[Maintenance note acquired!}

Rockstar Foxy is the drummer who is programmed to help children who are handicapped and with disabilities, wherein he instills confidence in them through telling stories, acting, and singing shanties. He is meant to give confidence to children, by helping them with whatever they're struggling with and telling them they're doing a great job. He is also programmed to help children with prosthetics to get used to them. He is also inspired by David Bowie, hope we dont get sued.

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TFP humanformers