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midnightarcheress · 1 month

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i'm procrastinating again so here are some blurbs/drabbles/hcs/idk about how the tf141 would act when they're hurt.

Ghost would purposefully hide any injury, because he knows you will make a fuss of it when he’s not even feeling pain (lie) and give him an earful about being more careful. dismisses your concern when you spot the wet mark on his dark shirt, interrogating him if it’s water, sweat, or blood (his or someone else’s). despite his size, you manage to push the 6'4'' man into a chair - not that he would actually resist your graceful orders - and strip him of his shirt, being met with a nasty open cut begging for an infection.

“quit moving, Simon, i’m trying to help you here.” you mumble, straddling his lap in an attempt to keep him in place so you can clean the raw gash on his bare shoulder. “i've told you already, it’s nothing.” he grunts, placing his hands on your waist. you both know he could easily toss you aside like a feather, but you also note the sly grin tugging on his lips when he slowly starts to hike up your blouse.

Soap, on the other hand, would actively barge into your room and flop on your bed, positioning his body like a victorian child dying of scarlet fever (he scraped his knee). babbling about how much it stings, how he can’t bend his leg, how he’ll never be able to walk again. he really should win an oscar for the man-in-agony performance. however, when he's actually hurt, he'd be caught dead before telling you anything.

“i’m telling ye, bonnie, i’ve never been in so much pain!” “is that so?” you ask, raising your brows at his theatrics, “what should i do to help you, with such a fatal wound?” he props himself on his elbows, shooting you a malicious glare “oh, i’m sure a kiss would heal this poor tortured soul.”

Gaz, being his usual sweetheart self, would be more preoccupied with the paper cut you got on your precious pinky while opening the gauze, than with his busted open brow pouring blood, making a crimson trail down his cheek. he doesn’t notice his mind getting all foggy due the throbbing headache - and possible concussion - but he sure as hell notice your pout when you feel the tingling of the imperceptible slit.

“hey,” he coos softly, taking your hand in his and pressing a small peck on the aching finger, “better?” “i’m the one supposed to be playing doctor, Kyle.” you roll your eyes and smile, while going back to wiping the blood oozing down his face.

Price, the busy captain, would completely forget that he’s hurt. dislocated shoulder, grazing shot, twisted ankle? all of that can wait until he finishes the post-mission paperwork. that, of course, is prior to you entering his office to deliver some papers and seeing his disheveled state. it takes some (a lot) of convincing to pry his eyes off the computer so you can assess how much patching up he needs.

“i have to-” you snatch the pen out of his fingers and lock his chair in position, brows furrowed to the point he just accepts his fate and shuts up. “that’s more like it,” you hum, looking around the room for any sort of first-aid kit, “John, how many times have i told you that your brain won’t function properly if it’s too focused on keeping you alive, hm?”

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thesecondrabbithole · 4 months

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springtrap stuff

im like. thinking about my fnaf au with springtrap bc he’s a fantastic zombie rabbit furry with a lot of problems

so I’m gonna subject to you all with some facts and hcs

during the time he was springlocked, William had already injected himself with remnant which kept him alive and in a bit of a dreamlike state and in constant pain at the same time

springtrap goes into like a void?? his brain still functions even hours after getting springlocked and with the added remnant coursing through him, it forces him into a place where he relieves certain memories of his life

it goes back in forth, where one moment he’s remembering the first time creating the diner and cut back into another memory of his childhood

however these little flashes occur less as springtrap goes back to experiencing the pain of being impaled in every single possible way

remnant is not the only thing that keeps him alive, it is also his sheer will to survive and his anger/vengeance like this man refuses to die and continue to be angry (his agony, emotions are very strong)

over the years, the suffering and anger just kind of melts his mind a lil bit and he becomes more feral (he’s still william afton just a lot more,,,angry cat)

bro also has mushrooms growing on him

springtrap has tons of mycelium (thread like filaments) within him that basically suck out the nutrients of his body

shadow bonnie, in charge of keeping him in bay, eases him (I also have an idea that she’s the one to bring him good memories too as a way for him to move on kind of how in the frights books where jake is able to leave the stitchwraith body via remembering good memories)

that doesn’t work oopsies

springtrap has stitches all over his body, some were made by shadow bon or by himself in order to keep himself together (he made those after escaping the closed room and the horror attraction)

he absolutely loathes crows

the birds keep coming back to take a piece what’s left of his rotten corpse and at one point, many of them flocked towards him in such a violent manner he has ptsd from it that he reacts really aggressively at the sight or even mention of them

springtrap thinks quite highly of himself since he was able to cheat death

he’s no longer william afton he’s something MORE not the man he used to be, william is of the past now

but deep down hes pretty conflicted with it, since after living for so long he kinda just wants to end it all (tho his fear of death, i hc that springtrap is terrified at the prospect of it, prevents him)

he’s a gaslight gatekeep girlboss

springtrap sometimes loves toying with his victims but only if he considers them to be enough for his time and effort

other times he just kills them just for the remnant

he misses his family and henry more than he likes to admit it

he adores his wife very much!! but keeps trying to convince himself she’s just going to be in the way (she’s the identity of shadow bonnie btw)

doesn’t actually hate michael but is still angry due to the bite of 83 and the fires

#fnaf #springtrap #gonna do more definitely #tumblr finally works and now I can dump all the lore and stuff aaaa #william afton

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mactavishwritings · 1 year

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Kitchen Lights and Journal Entries

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Reader

fluff

coming home from a mission

word count: 1054

John MacTavish. Your lover. You held him so dearly even when he was miles away in the hands of the boys from the stories shared during quick visits. Your Johnny. Their Soap. You knew that he tried to keep in touch but it was hard when his mission pulled him to odd ends of the world.

The last time he was home, you gave him a notebook. It was small enough that it would fit in his vest pocket, he made absolutely sure it would fit before he left. You asked him on nights when he was not able to keep in touch to write about his day or his thoughts in that journal for you to read later. It also meant that he would be there alive to bring it back.

Tonight was unlike any other night. You came home to an empty, cold house and kicked your shoes off. Work was long and drained your soul. You flicked on the lights and moved to your bedroom to change into comfortable clothes for the night. You could barely stand being in your work clothes for any longer.

Standing in the kitchen, the only sound that could be heard was the boiling pot of noodles and the soft music coming from the speaker you connected your phone to. You could barely stand the silence. Johnny always made sure to fill the house with noise whenever he was home so the silence was a harsh reminder of his absence. You remembered the first time Johnny came home. You stayed up all night waiting and the moment he walked through the front door, you threw yourself at him. Four years later, you still felt that school girl giddy just thinking about him.

Deep in your thoughts, you faced the stove and stirred the pot. The song you were listening to had ended and when the next one started, you felt two hands on your hips. You screamed and whipped around. “Woah bonnie!” Your heart was pounding as you came face to face with Johnny. Your Johnny. Safe and sound. Most importantly home.

“Oh my god don’t do that to me! When did you get in!” You collapsed into him, wrapping yourself around him. Your heart was still pounding, but your shoulders untensed. Johnny tightly wrapped his arms around your waist, hands interlocking on your lower back. “Not too long ago. You looked so deep in thought. What were you thinking about?” Johnny kissed the top of your head as your head settled into his neck.

“You.”

His chest vibrated as he chuckled. “My timing has always been impeccable, aye?” You smiled into Johnny’s neck and left light kisses. With his tight grip on your hips, Johnny began to softly sway your body. One of your favorite parts of Johnny was the power he had over yours. He could control your movements and the muscles were a plus.

Slow dancing under the fluorescent kitchen lights, you finally felt at home.

“So any new entries for me?” You pulled your head back from Johnny’s neck, finally getting a good look at your man to see if there were any new scars or injuries to attend to. None that you could see thankfully, but you knew that his team would make sure he came home to you patched up. “Got a couple. Want me to read them to you?”

You two lied down after eating whatever noodles you had made. You got cleaned up and he put some of his stuff away. You noticed that he kept his bag out which meant that he wasn’t staying for long but that was something to worry about in the morning. You laid your head on his now shirtless chest as he opened the notebook to the first page.

“July 16. 0100. It is hot as hell in Mexico. I miss you so much and I cannot wait to see your face. I can guess what you probably are up to. Youre probably all snuggled up-”

You smiled and pointed at the page, “You’re has an apostrophe in it.”

“You wanna hear this or no?” Johnny laughed and you nodded, giggling

“All snuggled up on my side of the bed. Im not sure if it still smells like me, but i dont know if you care. Youre probably wearing one of my shirts even though it doesnt fit. Gotta go.”

You didn’t want to think of why he ended the entry there. You reread the passage a few times, noting his refusal of using apostrophes. Charming, but that was your Johnny.

“I didn’t have a whole lot of time to write in it so I only had three entries. Here's the other two. They’re both short. You’ll see why.

‘September 20. 1700. Price said that after tomorrows mission we will be sent home for two weeks. The mission sounds easy enough so that makes home coming soon. Price said that the vacation should be uninterrupted too, which never happens. Im being called.’

November 29. 1900. Fuck Price. That was not an easy mission. Well not actually fuck Price. It wasnt his fault but still. Shit lasted way longer than we thought and we dont even think being home for christmas is an option so fucking wonderful. Mission time’.”

You sighed and looked at today’s date. It was true. He had missed Christmas and News Years. You leaned up to kiss him softly.

“How long you home for now?” You dreaded asking the question, but from the entries it looked like soon. Johnny looked down at you and signed. That alone confirmed your suspicion.

“I have three days. Three fuckin’ days after the shit they put me through. Can’t even get a week with my girl before my fuckin’ master callin’ me back like Ima slave.” His accent worsened the angrier he got. His grip tightened around your waist and your hand rubbed his chest.

“Johnny. Relax. That’s two more than we got last time. You have me now. Stop thinking about that and think about me.” You smiled and kissed his cheek, hoping to coax him down from his angry ledge.

“You’re right. I’m sorry, bonnie.” He dipped his head down and kissed you deeply. “Let’s relax.” he said flirtatiously, making you giggle as the two of you celebrated him being home.

thank you for reading!! let me know what you think!!

requests are open!

#johnny soap mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap mw2 #soap #johnny mactavish #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish x you #mw2 #mw2 x reader #soap imagine #soap fluff

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feastonkings · 22 days

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【 aaron taylor johnson //. cis man //. he/him 】 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… JERICHO HAYES into The Hub. You are registered to be THIRTY and have been given citizenship for SIX YEARS under the Expatriate Act. According to the data compiled, your most notable qualities seem to be ADAPTABLE & RECKLESS. Please confirm that you are CHAOTIC EVIL. From what we’ve gathered your place of employ is currently for the LEVEL FOUR GYM as an UNDERGROUND FIGHTER//. DIAMOND KINGS as an ENFORCER. We strongly advise that you provide the correct information pertaining to your background to ensure proper safety precautions: are you a _HOST_ or _HUMAN_? A deeper dive into our archive suggests that you are A BLOOD TINTED SMILE, WAYWARD CURLS, PERPETUALLY BRUISED KNUCKLES, SHIRTS WITHOUT SLEEVES. Though we noticed you, too, are similar to BILLY HARGROVE (STRANGER THINGS), JAYNE COBB (FIREFLY), CARL GALLAGHER (SHAMELESS), TIM RIGGINS (FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS). ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ ᴠᴇʀɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 100% ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ! Please comply to all regulations and laws. It is our hope that you enjoy your stay.

GENERAL.

full name: jericho duncan hayes

nicknames: jer, jd, the immortal (fighting name)

birthplace: dundee, scotland

gender / pronouns: cis man, he/him

age / birthday: 30, june 13th

orientation: bisexual

occupation: underground fighter at level four gym

affiliation: diamond kings, enforcer

family: elsbeth murray (mother, deceased), douglas hayes (father, unknown), malcolm hayes (half-brother, alive), malcolm hayes jr. (nephew, unknown), tbd hayes (sister-in-law, unknown), bonnie baird (step-mother, deceased)

strengths: adaptable, strong, protective, bold, uninhibited

weaknesses: reckless, impulsive, sadistic, confrontational, unhinged

character inspo: billy hargrove (stranger things), carl gallagher (shameless), ashtray (euphoria), jayne cobb (firefly), tim riggins (friday night lights), james douglas (outlaw king), tangerine (bullet train), tig trager (sons of anarchy), tallahassee (zombieland), tyler durden (fight club)

pinterest. playlist. full stats.

BIOGRAPHY.

tw: death, violence, addiction, neglect

some like to say jericho hayes came about in some unnatural way and others have joked that he's actually part demon, that his rage is rooted in evil. nonsense, the lot of it. jericho came out of his mother screaming in the back of a shitty car on the way to the dundee hospital. he's always been as jagged as the scotland shores he came from, but it's not always rage that's fueling him. sure, it's there. seated rage that burns in his chest and throat, but that's not what you see behind his eyes. no, that there is a pure, untamed, feral spirit shining through those sea colored irises. he's as natural as they come, it's just no one's been able to domesticate him yet.

his mother tried first, his father wasn't ever worth two shits but his mother did what she could. but the truth is, he was never really raised. up until he was somewhere around five or six years old, his mother had him in and out of spaces to live, nothing was consistent from one day to the next. her addiction made it impossible to hold down a steady job and had the wrong people showing up at their door when she could. despite trying to get clean, wait lists were long and she couldn't afford private care for professional help, let alone someone to take care of her. it was a double edged sword. jericho doesn't remember much about her, but he does remember her eyes and the apology that always seemed to be in them. he doesn't blame her. once she was gone he was carted off somewhere new. he's put in the care of someone else his father knocked up and what do you know? he has a brother.

in his new home, the only consistencies he had was the home itself ( it was quite nice not having to move every two seconds ) and malcolm. you had to give it to the guy, even being a mere seven years older than him, he tried to look out for him. he carted him all over the place when he could and while he certainly didn't try to tame him, he did manage to keep him alive, fed, and clothed. which is more than jer could've done on his own. everywhere jericho went on his own he left a trail of chaos and destruction. got to the point that no school would take him by the time he reached the age of fourteen and that was fine by him. he hated school anyways. only was ever good for fighting, flirting, and food.

from there jericho lived life like he always did. doing whatever the fuck he wanted to. a lot of times he'd tag along with malcolm on his jobs, if for no other reason than to watch his brother's back and for something to do. he'd pick up odd jobs that interested him― arson, intimidation, getting things out of people by any means necessary, fulfilling a hit every so once and awhile. most were related to violence and destruction in some way or another. there were times he would take up the protection role, glad to do it for free in some cases but you wouldn't hear him admitting to that. eventually he found the world of fighting and while his brother grew up, got married and had a kid― jer started training and honing his craft. but then his brother got himself locked up and while he could be the one to stick around and take on the role of caregiver to the step-mother who cared for him when he had no one and his brother's family, jericho was young and didn't know responsibility if it slapped him in the face.

instead he made a name for himself both on the street and rings and octagons all over the world as the immortal. he didn't often lose and if he did it was a hell of a fight because if there was one thing to know about jericho hayes it was that if he was conscious, he was getting back up. in the ring he found a home he'd needed, craved― a place to unleash the unbridled rage and hone the primal chaos on one opponent. finally a release that had some sort of satisfaction outside the fighting world there'd been hits put on him many times, he'd been stabbed, shot, and even hit by a car once. sure, this hindered him for awhile but he healed and was right back to it. honestly, he doesn't think much into it either. he went where they told him to go to get the job done whether it was fighting or something else. questions complicated things. if he didn't like something, he didn't do it.

eventually this led him to japan where he'd been able to find a new home for the past six years. roped in to help the diamond kings after landing a gig as a fighter at level four. he isn't quite sure what their purpose is but he's never been a fan of rich fucks, polis, or those that try to step on others just for the sake of keeping them down. the ones that stopped his mom from getting help, forced his step-mother into work she didn't want to do, and tried to stop anyone who opposed their fucked up philosophy. they seemed to be on board with that, liked his style, and that was good enough for him. a year after he moved to japan, malcolm called him up with a whole tornado of news. bonnie was dead, his wife and kid gone. tough fucking break. being about the only person jericho trusts he was psyched to have him not only in japan with him, but coaching him at the gym as well just as he'd done unpaid for a couple decades ( also he's about the only person who can slow him down or put him in his place when he flies off the rails ). life is where it should be, jericho doesn't know where he wants it to go but he's fine not figuring that out till he gets there.

QUICK CONNECTIONS.

drinking/party buddies

casual flings and one nighters

people he fights

people he works with

enemies

people who knew him pre-japan

more to come....

HEADCANONS.

coming soon to a theater near you

#anarchicintro.#jericho.intro #death tw #neglect tw #addiction tw #violence tw

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balloonboyismyson · 3 months

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I agree with you on the RUIN 2 stuff. It's been very clear that this era of FNAF focuses more on psychological and "what's real and what's not" lore.

I personally hope that we go to the Pizzaplex once more as the 3-star family to fix what Cassie accidentally broke. Not to mention the HUNDREDS of loose ends.

The Daycare Attendant is still around, Bonnie may or may not be active, and Chica is...well...in a comatose? I don't know. Surely there's SOMETHING going on there, right?

So here's my idea...Vanessa tries to set the nodes up again, Gregory goes to find Cassie, and Freddy goes to save his husband and his friends that are still alive.

THIS IS WHAT I WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING. What could totally happen is Vanessa is alerted over the security nodes being deactivated and, like you said, the three of them enter the 'plex to see what is going on.

My guess is the reason why the Mimic was able to get Cassie to come by in the first place was bc she has a FazWatch and her and Gregory could communicate that way (since they probably do not have phones). Perhaps when Vanessa and the others enter the 'plex, they are able to see that there is an active FazWatch and they immediately try to find the intruder. Gregory probably abandoned his there which is why Cassie did not even hesitate to believe it was her friend asking for her

(Going off on a tangent) My biggest fear for Monty and Chica is that I kinda think they are too far gone. Physically they are in shambles, however, they have really lost their "humanity."

Monty is not nearly as hyper-focused on killing as Ruined Monty- he can talk, make decisions and deduce. Ruined Monty is kinda just rabid. My guess is he himself has run out of power and is in a hibernated state (since it appears they can only charge through their feet) while the Virus is moving his body for him. There is a chance if you find a way to charge him and fix his body a bit he could come back, but there is a chance the virus has messed with his AI enough that even IF you fix him up he is not there anymore

Chica is the same way- she can charge, sure, but all she can really do anymore is scavenge and eat. Even talking, she cannot talk while Cassie has the mask on- you just hear the same lines from Security Breach over and over again. Even when she DOES get her beak back (if you do that), she again has no new voice lines. I worry that the virus has caused them to be fine with hurting themselves, and they could damage their chips. I mean, Chica has a habit of getting crushed.

Thankfully Roxy is still there, but we also do not know to what extent

#Clownie honks #asks #RUIN Spoilers #RUIN DLC spoilers

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countrymusiclover · 1 year

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28 - The Miracle…Baby

Part 29

Gemini Runaway

@dragonixfrye @secretdreamlandmentality

Standing in front of the window I hadn’t left the house in days too afraid that if my magic was gone that I would need a witch to give me a daylight ring. Wrapping my arms around myself I was still wearing the same blood stained closed. “You should change, Rae. We can’t leave the house with you wearing blood.”

“Have you found Josette yet?” Whipping my head around to my boyfriend he slowly walked into the room.

He paused in his step moving his hands behind his back eyeing me up and down in silence for a brief moment. “I haven’t yet. But my priority was making sure you remained alive.”

“Then we have nothing to talk about. Go find her then I will leave the mansion with you.” I grumbled at him turning back to look out the window watching the rain hit the glass where I pressed my hand against the glass.

He parted his mouth taking a breath. “Raelyn…”

“I have an entire fridge full of blood bags in the basement that you and your siblings have collected. So I don’t have to worry about going without blood. But I will say it again. Go find Josette and tell me she is alive. Then and only then will I leave this house.” I snapped at him wishing that I had my magic so I could just do it myself like I used to.

He shook his head down, eyeing his black boots before meeting my gaze. “I can compel you to behave, you know?”

“But you said you would never lay a hand on my head. So I don’t believe your threats. “ I turned to face him, raising my brows at him.

He vamped the rest of the way until we were pressed up against one another. Our eyes burn into the other's soul. “Right now you aren’t acting like yourself, Rae. You are struggling to deal with your heightened emotions. So yes I may never harm you. I will get you out of this house one way or another. You aren’t destined to be trapped here. You are a Queen.”

“But I am nothing without the family members that actually love me! Oh.” Covering my mouth with my hands I vamped into the bathroom throwing up. Gripping the side I lifted my head up hearing the front door open.

“Klaus! It’s Bonnie and me. She agreed to help us out!” Caroline hollers from downstairs but thanks to my vamp hearing I could hear her perfectly fine.

Wiping away at my mouth I put a hand on my stomach heading towards the staircase with him following closely behind me. “Why did you summon them here. You going to have them drag me out by my feet instead of doing it yourself?"

"They are here to help. Since you can't seem to preform magic the Bennett witch will find your precious cousin Josette." He told me squeezing my shoulder when we reached the bottom of the stairs.

The four of us gathered around a table with candles and the picture of Jo laying on the table. Along with a map and a knife like always. Bonnie extended her hands out to me and Klaus. "Alright so cut your palm and drip the blood on the frame. Then I want you to chant alongside me."

"Uh Bon." Caroline spoke.

Dropping my gaze to the floor. "My magic is gone, Bonnie. I already tried to do this spell but nothing happened."

"Had you turned yet?" She asked me.

Shaking my head no. "What could that possibly change?"

"From what I gather you being a siphon witch means that you should be able to still tap into your power. You weren’t born with magic. So I think you can still do this. You just have to concentrate. Let's begin." We grasped our hands together once I dragged the knife over my palm chanting. "Phasmatos tribum, nas ex viras sequita saguines ementas asten mihan ega petous.”

The candles flames grew where I opened my eyes quickly seeing a figure of Jo standing beside Klaus. “Raelyn, what the hell happened. I felt like I was dying from a spell.”

“Hello Josette, it’s so nice to finally meet you. If you were physically here I would hold you by your neck.” Klaus threatened my cousin by turning to face her.

Dropping my hands from Bonnie I warned him. “Nik, be nice to her. Jo look I can explain later but I am just so relieved that you are alive. What about Lucas and Olivia are they alright?”

“Yeah they’re fine. I called them a few days ago. What exactly happened to you the other day. Cause I called my dad and he said he felt it too. But I could have sworn that he was our Coven leader unless…” She trailed off seeing that my ring was gone. “What happened to your magical ring?”

Crossing my arms over my chest I huffed eyeing my boyfriend with a disgruntled look. “One of my boyfriends hybrids that used to be sired by him took it from me. So after I had taken the energy from your father then I got killed by one of the other hybrids when they attempted to kill Klaus.”

“You’re the leader now. Raelyn, you didn’t have to do that.” I cut her off.

“Jo, I had to do whatever I could to save you. He wasn’t going to stop hunting me or the baby - err babies inside me.”

Nik vamped until we were about to kiss at how close we were having everyone just stare at us silently watching at what was about to happen next between us. “What do you mean, babies? Did you see something while you were passed out before you came to transition.”

“Yeah I saw…I saw my brother. I saw Jacob, Klaus.” I responded by twirling his necklace around my neck.

Bonnie and Caroline both made a confused look between one another. “What do you mean you saw him when you died?”

“I don’t know how but I ended up in this place that looked like my childhood home. And then next thing I knew he said my name and I saw him.”

Klaus focused his attention back on me. “My mother once called a place like that the Other Side. Did he ever mention a name like that, love?”

“He didn’t say the actual name. He just said that souls that hadn’t transferred to peace went - ahhh!” Grabbing a hold of my stomach I felt harsh pain shoot through my body beginning from there. Lowering myself to the wooden floor I sniffed baring my teeth trying to push through the pain but it wasn’t working.

Klaus and Caroline rushed to my aid with Josette crying my name. “Raelyn!!!”

“Look at me, Rae. What’s happening. Tell us what is wrong?” He asked me running his hand up and down my arm sucking in a breath hearing something strong inside your stomach meaning it must be the babies. His babies inside his girl but that shouldn’t be possible now that she was dead.

Bonnie stepped closer to me gently placing her wrist on my hand up to the table cutting it again since it had healed, dripping my blood onto the map. She moved Jo’s picture away calling to the hybrid. “Give me your blood. I’m gonna try a spell.”

“No tricks, witch.” He bites into his wrist dropping blood on top of mine then focuses his eyes on mine seeing that I was still shaking through the pain where he pulled my head into his chest.

The Bennett witch began chanting causing the blood to move in our direction where it fell off the table. While it dripped onto the floor it circles around me then suddenly the map and the blood circle burst into flames. "Phesmatos quare infantatum. Phesmatos quare filios. Ado finet terraeum. Nunc temos rogamus. Combutis et sanguinem. Phesmatos quare infantatum. Finet terraeum. Nunc temos rogamus. Combutis et sanguinem. Phesmatos quare infantatum. Ado finet terraeum. Nunc temos rogamus. Combutis et sanguinem. Phesmatos quare filios. Nunc temos rogamus. Combutis et sanguinem."

"Rae!!" Jo cried out.

"Oh my gosh!" Caroline gasped covering her hands with her mouth.

Klaus rose to his feet gently pulling me up with him. Yet he kept one hand on my lower back and his other hand ran through my loose hair knowing that it would help calm me down. “What have you done, witch. You said you would help her.”

“I was looking for a sign of what was causing her pain and I found the source.” She explains placing her hands on the table. “It’s the baby - uh correction babies. Her brother wasn’t lying. She is having three babies all at once.”

Josette walked over still using the astral projection spell. “Wait, how is that possible. If she’s a vampire now shouldn’t the babies be dead?”

“Normally yes. But before she died as you well know Raelyn consumed Esther Mikaelson’s dark magic. It was killing her until she turned. The reason the babies aren’t dead is because they are siphons. The dark magic became like a protective barrier around them.” Focusing my gaze on the witch my hands fell down to my stomach glancing back to Klaus who intertwined his hand with mine softly.

Caroline picked up her phone and quickly hung up quickly with whoever it was. “Hey sorry but Jeremy tried to kill Elena, we have to go.” Jo disappeared when the pair headed to leave.

Draping my arms around Nik’s neck I sent him a smirk the second they were gone. “Can you help me with something personal?”

“And what would that be, Rae?” He tugged me into his embrace head lightly tilting to the side knowing the smirk on my face meant business.

Leaning up on my toes I brushed my nose against his gripping, his shoulder blades under my nails. It was like after Bonnie said that the babies were alive something inside of me changed course. I never wanted to hurt people but he came after my children and me. “I want Tyler Lockwood to suffer.”

“Then you have the perfect teacher, Queen Raelyn.” He smirked back at me.

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A strange device has been left behind

"6 PM! Time to get the beers and kick up our feet, sports! Let's ditch this shithole." Dave drops Spring Bonnie's head on the ground, not caring to put it back properly. Their job here was done. No point in doing MORE work that he wasn't being paid for. Jack follows suit, dropping Spring Freddy's head on the ground next to the other.

"Don't break those. I'll be the one having to fix them if you do."

"Naaaaah. I can just duct tape it if it breaks. It's fine."

"You know that won't wo-" Steven visibly jumps as his phone head suddenly goes off, and he groans as he deactivates his illusion disk to answer it properly. He thought he told people to not call him unless something was going horribly, horribly wrong-

"Steven!" Peter's voice could be barely heard under all of the static, "the manager - *static* burning- *more fucking static*"

"What? Peter? What's going on?"

"You need to- *static*"

"I need to what?" He looks towards the safe room door as he swears he hears the sound of something metal hitting the ground from outside it. What was that?

"Henry's burning this whole fucking building down with us- *static*"

"Wait, what? Henry's burning the building down?! Peter, where the hell are you?" Steven moves for the door of the safe room, only to find it stuck. It wasn't opening. Jack and Dave notice this and try to help open it with no success.

"The vents system in the basement- *static* all fire traps. Michael and I are- *static* Just get Jack and Dee and GET OU-*static*"

"What do you m-" The call is suddenly hung up at the same time the manager's voice came on over the announcement system. The same system that they had been making fun of the man for adding. Now they know why it was there.

"Connection terminated. I am sorry to disappoint, but none of us are leaving this building today. I led you all back here, to the same place it all began. This diner that has become a cesspit of hatred and agony."

"Shit, move you two-" Steven and Dave stepped back so Jack could try to tackle the door, but it simply didn't budge when he threw himself against it.

"Trust me when I say that I spent a long time planning a way to save us all. Or at least, as many of us as I could. And this is the only answer I could think of, and the only one I know will work. It's worked before. it will work again."

The three of them grab onto each other as the roof of the safe room collapses behind them from the flames, trapping them between the door that won't open and fire that was rapidly spreading.

"To the employees that worked here, who unknowingly helped me set this all up, thank you. Though you may be angry and confused, I know all of you are just like the rest of us. Phone or walking corpse, there is no difference. There was going to be a way out, but then I found out that if even just one of us leaves alive, the loops will not end. We all have to go, at the same time."

"To the people I dragged through this again: I'm sorry. But I needed to ensure that he wouldn't be able to escape again. I promise to all of you that this is the end. For all of us."

Steven looks up in time to see what remained of the roof collapse on top of him, Dave, and Jack.

"End communication."

And then. Nothing.

The flames die down only after everyone is already gone. The invitation arrives too late to save anyone. Not even Glitchtrap, who had been on Dave's phone the entire time, survives this.

But perhaps, it can be used for something else. Nightmarionne, who just barely survived the fire thanks to their unreal amount of remnant, grabs the invitation.

This was the last chance they had. They needed somewhere to keep the souls and recover their strength so they could reboot the loops. This invitation could be the key to a place like that.

So they accept the invitation on the behalf of every soul lost to the flames Henry set, including Henry himself, and leave for the rift.

And after a bit of work from them, the souls begin to wake up again.

Welcome to Location 14, or rather, the recreated memories of Location 14.

#dsaf #dsaf rift party au #dsaf rift party story #systemfailureh4b #IT. BEGINS.

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sparkling-ariaria · 1 year

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Summer Loving (BTS, HP & Stranger Things fics)

Stories that make you feel like dancing on a table or standing in the warm summer wind with closed eyes, taking a deep breath and that moment for yourself~

*Complete fem or non-specific reader insert fics* Upd: 16.04.2024

BTS

Only yesterday by Borathae - Yoongi x Reader Your life in a small countryside village was nothing of the extraordinary, you owned a quaint little teashop, enjoyed warm evenings in your garden and liked taking walks by the river. One day a handsome stranger moves in the abandoned cottage opposite side of the river and it is not long that he becomes a source of comfort in your life.

Sunshine Riptide by jincherie - platonic hybrid!BTS x human!Reader Moving to this island whose inhabitants are mostly hybrids was a bit of an impulse decision, something you did with empty pockets, barely a cent to your name. Thanks to the kindness of the island’s ‘mayor’ you have a place to stay, the last spare room in a sharehouse with seven hybrids, and for three months he will pay your rent in exchange for you to work in his shop until you are back on your feet.

Fish are friends by httpjeon- seahorse hybrid!Taehyung x human!Reader After moving to the seaside, there is a dreadful storm. When all is clear, a man washes up on shore...only he isn’t quite human.

Golden Hour by snackhobi - Hoseok x witch!Reader You’d thought yourself content in your loneliness and accepted your place in the world. Then Hoseok—holding the power of the sun in his hands and his smile—stepped into your life.

Heliophile by alilbihh- alien!Hoseok x human!Reader helio·phile, noun (pluralheliophiles) 1. A lover of the sun

Snapshot by xjoonchildx - Hoseok x gf!Reader After a day at the beach, Hoseok has some surprises in store for his longtime love.

Bloom by beahae - Jimin x gf!Reader Just a perfect summer evening with the loveliest person you know.

August by alpacaparkaseok - Short blurb about Jimin embodying the month August.

Jungkook drabble by onlyswan [fluffy bicycle date]

Oceans: Down the sea + Oceans: I'll carry you by bonny-kookoo - pirate!Jungkook x siren!Reader Every ship is alive; with memories, it's crew, its captain, and sometimes- even its past.

HARRY POTTER

Lay all your love on me by themessedupsonata - Sirius x Reader Sirius has always been your friend, but he falls in love with you and decides to confess his feelings at the sound of ABBA at a party.

STRANGER THINGS

Helping out stressed Steve at Scoops Ahoy by ilovetulips - gf!Reader

Mine by forevermoreharrington - Steve x Reader Summer break spent with Steve who’s secretly lovesick for his favourite girl.

I get mystified by forevermoreharrington - Steve x shy!Reader A summer day with Steve.

The law of seat partners by runningupthatvecna - Eddie x Reader You're going on a high school field trip with your friends and thankfully a long haired metalhead is also there to keep you company and ease the pain of being around obnoxious children.

A scoop of misunderstandings by taintedcigs - Eddie x Reader Eddie is really enamored with the new Scoops Ahoy worker and is jealous of how her and Steve get along so well.

Outside your window by bettysupremacy - Steve x gf!Reader Summer was good for 3 things. The beach, ice cream, and Steve.

Making flower crowns for Eddie/Steve by kaylawritesfics

Lose yourself a little by majestyeverlasting - Eddie x gf!Reader Prompt: Tugging a flower onto the side of their head and, oh god, are they pretty.

I don’t want to think of anything else now that I thought of you by forevermoreharrington - Steve x Reader Steve starts enjoying working at Scoops Ahoy when a pretty girl starts coming in.

Love story by forevermoreharrington -shy!soft!Reader Summer 1990, Steve's been living in the country his whole life, when suddenly there's this new girl and Steve's instantly infatuated with her.

Ahoy! by violetrainbow412-blog In some timeline, Starcourt didn't burn down and Eddie was able to go to work selling ice cream. He and Steve make a little bet, from which Eddie comes out happy.

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Hello FNAF Fandom! I have an AU Idea!

So like... remember that one theory WAAAY BACK in the beginning, that the Phone Guy was the Purple Guy? So, in my little AU, I'm only going to have the first three games be canon, and the Phone Guy will be the killer. I got some information for him below! Tell me what you think!

TW: Child Murder (c'mon... it's FNAF), Athazagoraphobia (Fear of Forgetting/Being Forgotten), Desensitization to Violence, Guilt/Regret

☎️So, in my AU, the Phone Guy's name is going to be Mr. Elsnr (I don't have a first name, yet). He has extreme athazagoraphobia, which is the fear of forgetting or being forgotten. He is worried that nobody will remember him after he dies. He is just a random mechanic working at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Who would remember a man like him?

☎️He has been very desensitized to violence due to his childhood. A lot of people were when the internet was first made and was a bit of a hellscape. Of course, that wouldn't really make a lot of sense back in the timeframe of Freddy Fazbear's, so in Mr. Elsnr's case, he was exposed to a lot of horror. His father also worked as a detective, having a lot of photos of cases he went over at home. Mr. Elsnr would sometimes wander his way into his father's room and secretly look at them when he was little. It quickly became a habit.

☎️As he kept working at the pizzeria, he slowly became more and more concerned about being forgotten. People would remember his dad, because he was such a nice guy! He was able to get so many people the justice they deserved. People would also remember the people who committed those crimes, maybe even more so than his father, because they ruined so many people's lives...

☎️One day, in a desperate attempt at being remembered, he went and killed the children that would soon possess the animatronics. He thought it would be fine. His father often talked to him about how to figure out who committed the crime using evidence. He had decided to use the Spring Bonnie suit in the back to hide his identity and, hopefully, make sure as little evidence existed as possible. He even made sure to hide it in the backroom, just to make sure nobody would find that suit.

☎️He also knew exactly what it would look like when he killed them! He was used to blood and gore from all the pictures he saw. It wouldn't be so bad to cause it. It would be exactly the same as looking at those pictures.

☎️But... it wasn't the same. No, not at all! It was so much... too much. He just did something horrible! He can't... he has to do something! He can't bear to look at it any longer! Using his knowledge of the animatronics, he places each body into a suit. He knows exactly how to do so without it interfering with the way they move and work, as well as to make sure those bodies are COMPLETELY hidden. Nobody else would really be able to check, either, since he is the only mechanic working there.

☎️When he hears from the night guard about the strange way they have been acting, he panics again. He makes up a story about how, after a recent update, they must be able to wander around at night to ensure that they still function the next day. When that same night guard goes missing, only for Mr. Elsnr to find them shoved inside of a suit the next day, he knows what he must do.

☎️He decides to become the next nightguard. It would only make sense, right? He gets to keep an eye on the spirits of those he has killed- those who would be sure to never forget him- and make sure they don't leave. It is anxiety inducing, but he must do it. He caused this, so he should be able to pay the price, right? He makes sure to instruct the next nightguard, telling him the same lie he told the last. When he was caught by the animatronics, he was found by someone in the morning, barely alive, but still breathing. He was rushed to the hospital and recovered as well as he possibly could after the incident.

☎️He became Springtrap after he decided to go back to the, now closed, pizzeria and to destroy what he created. He honestly did regret what he did, but was too cowardly to actually pay the price and turn himself in. He just wanted to make sure nobody forgot him, and what better way than to have the consequences of his actions be spoken for generations through families grieving for their missing children? It wasn't a GOOD way to be remembered, nor would it be a direct way, either... But it was A way, right?

☎️So, after destroying each animatronic and removing the bodies from them, he assumed that they would be free to go on to the afterlife. The guy who killed them stoned for his actions by setting them free and leaving their bodies out in the open. They can be found and buried, now! No, he was wrong. They, instead, are after HIM. Hiding in the suit he used to disguise himself, he inevitably meets his fate in a spring lock failure, possessing the suit and becoming Springtrap.

I am still working on it, but this is what I have so far! This is mostly for fun (and because I am so confused about the FNAF lore like... I looked away for ONE SECOND-), so don't judge too harshly. Lol

#five nights at freddy's #FNAF #five nights at freddy's AU #fnaf au #fnaf 1 #fnaf 2 #fnaf 3 #springtrap #purple guy #phone guy #fnaf oc

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Red Hot Winter- Chapter 16

Trigger warning- Blood sharing, vampire torture, the Mikaelsons being a dysfunctional family

Chapter 16- "Midnight Hours"

It didn't take long for the last harvest girl to make contact with the Mikaelsons. Two weeks after Francesca had died, Klaus, Caroline, Elijah, and Elena had failed in their efforts to locate her, even though Klaus wanted to force Davina to find her to which Elena strongly opposed, they got an invitation in the mail.

While the four of them were having breakfast, Caroline gave the envelope to Klaus.

"You are cordially invited to a night of the harvest feast, tonight at 9 pm." Klaus read.

"Harvest feast, Niklaus?" Asked Elijah, his hand tightening on Elena's waist.

"It could be just a coincidence, brother." Said Klaus.

"What do you mean?" Asked Elena.

"This time of the year, when we were still human it was our village's tradition to celebrate the Harvest Feast or Skördefest. It was to celebrate the successful harvest of the year while we prepared for the months we wouldn't be able to rip anything from the land." Explained Elijah.

"Wait, so what are we thinking?" Asked Caroline. "Most of the harvest girls are dead, you two killed two of them."

"It's not the witches' ceremony love." Replied Klaus, holding her hand. "We don't think the final harvest girl came back, we think our mother came back inside her body."

"How is that even possible?" Asked Elena.

"She was consecrated on New Orleans grounds, and besides, Mother always has a few tricks up her sleeve." Replied Klaus.

"You're not going Elena. Last time Mother was in your presence, she talked you into a spell to kill all of us, and I can't let her do anything against you again." Said Elijah.

"I'm not leaving you alone with her, I'm coming with you." Said Elena, in a tone that left no space for argument.

"I'm not staying either. You said I'm queen, and a queen doesn't leave her king behind." Said Caroline, crossing her arms and looking at Klaus, who smirked at her.

Later that night, Elena was finishing getting ready to leave when Elijah showed up behind her. He was almost ready as well.

"You're afraid." She said, turning around. He stopped butting up his shirt, bringing her close to his body.

"I'm not afraid. I'm concerned. It's different."

"What's concerning you?" She asked, putting her arms around his neck.

"When Esther saw what vampirism did to me and my siblings, she wanted to destroy us. That's why she made our father a vampire hunter, and Alaric Saltzman a vampire hunter as well. I'm afraid Mother will see how happy and in love we are and try to destroy what we have."

"Remember what Bonnie said? No witch can break our bond." She moved her face to whisper in his ear. "And I'd love to make it even stronger before we leave."

Leaning her head back, she scratched her neck with her nail drawing some blood, watching his face transform. She'd never get tired of this sight. His eyes turned black, the veins popped up and his fangs came down, and he bit into her neck.

It doesn't matter how many times they've done this, neither one of them would ever get over the fact of how euphoric it made them feel. Her blood seemed like it was just made for him, just the right flavor. He was addicted to it. Not taking it anymore, Elena bit into his shoulder, ruining his shirt and quenching her thirst for his blood. This was more than just making sure Esther wouldn't break their bond, this was a reaffirmation that no one ever could. Elena clutched into Elijah's back, his blood being the best drink she'd ever had. Their life force mixed together, as it is always supposed to be.

Elena and Elijah stopped drinking and looked at each other, smiling. Elijah held her face and kissed her. As their lips locked, they both had an intense rush of pleasure pouring through their veins, as if they were alive once again. Suddenly, a bond more powerful than anything before began to form. It was as if their souls were connected and intertwined together, and nothing in the world could stop them. They embraced again, this time exchanging each other's blood with every caress. This exchange felt like the purest and most passionate form of love conceivable, and soon they were both overcome with emotion, Elena had no choice but to accept the intense feelings of love and devotion that Elijah was displaying. After a few moments, the intensity of the kiss had not worn. They then shared what seemed like the longest and most passionate kiss ever and soon after they did a rush of excitement and love overcame them both, and they knew that this was a real love, a love that was unbreakable and worth treasuring forever.

When they separated, satisfied, they knew Esther wouldn't be able to do anything against them. Or at least, that was their hope.

Klaus, on the other hand, was not taking any chances.

"You need me to do what?" Asked Bonnie inside his office. Caroline was beside him.

"I need you to do a spell to protect Caroline and one that links me and Elijah," Klaus replied.

"Putting a spell to protect Caroline I get it, but why would you want to link yourself to your brother?" Bonnie said.

"Well, let's just say that the last time me, Elijah, and a doppelganger were together during a harvest festival, it didn't turn out so well for Elijah later. That was the night our mother decided who to ask for blood to perform the vampirism spell, as you all know, Tatia was the one who gave her the blood."

"What does this have to do with Elijah though?" Asked Caroline.

"Love, you can ask me for anything in the world and I'll give it to you, but I can't answer that. Not even I know all the details, but… it took my brother decades to crawl out from what my mother did to him."

"Okay. But what about Elena? Doesn't she need protection too?" Asked Bonnie.

"My brother would die before letting anything happen to her. And besides, I'm pretty sure the blood sharing they've just done will not allow Esther to do much." Replied Klaus.

Bonnie went to work, grabbing one of Caroline's hands and putting over a golden bowl. She cut through the vampire's palm, letting a few blood drops fall, and reciting the incantation. Caroline's blood turned to fire, and what appeared to be a golden halo enveloped the young vampire, quickly fading away.

"You're protected." Said Bonnie, smiling. "Now, for you." She said, turning to the hybrid. "I'm gonna need your blood and your brothers as well, and I'm also gonna need you to write your name and your brother's name in runes. They don't teach runes anymore."

"No problem Bon-bon." Said Klaus, writing down his name 'Niklaus' (ᚾᛁᚲᚨᛚᚢᛊ) and 'Elijah' (ᛖᛚᛁᛃᚨᚺ), and then biting his own wrist, letting the blood fall onto the sheet. Bonnie started to recite another incantation, watching the blood fall onto Klaus's name and then to Elijah, linking both of the originals.

After thanking the witch, who left to continue teaching Davina, even though she didn't like the fact that the young witch made a new witch friend called Kaleb, who had been showing up to their meetings all the time, Caroline turned to Klaus.

"You want to protect your brother." She said.

"Yes, my love." He said, looking at her. "While my father has done unspeakable things to me throughout the centuries, I'm afraid my mother has done something far worse to Elijah." His tone in the last sentence left no room for question.

"Why do you call Mikael your father? He was not your biological father." Looking at his feet, he said:

"He has done damage only a father could make. Sometimes I wonder if I'm gonna do the same things to Hope." Tears fell from his eyes.

"You're not," Caroline reassured him, wiping his tears by kissing his face. "You know how I know?" He looked at her, while she held his face between her hands. "You're doing everything in your power to make this place a safer home for her. You've been doing right by her even before she was born. You love her, and you have forever to spend with her."

Klaus gently kissed her. She was truly his queen.

The ride to Esther's house was fast, but what they dreaded was inside. The four of them got into Esther's house and were greeted by Vincent. Both Elijah and Klaus had a deadly grip on Elena and Caroline's waist, ready to attack if they had to. They were led outside by the witch. There was a bonfire in the middle of the yard, a table set for six with various types of Viking food, and by the smell of animal blood in the air, it appeared that Esther had followed the tradition to a T.

"Welcome, welcome." Said Esther, in the body of the fourth and final Harvest girl. "Niklaus, Elijah, so great to have you in my house. But I don't remember inviting a young vampire and a third-generation doppelganger."

"You do anything against them Esther, and I'll rip your heart out." Said Elijah, in a threatening tone.

"That's no way to treat our mother!" Said Vincent.

"Mother? The only one who would say such a thing would be Finn." Said Klaus. "Wasn't it enough to come back from the dead? You had to bring our most annoying sibling along?"

"Niklaus." Said Elijah. "You can't say those things about our brother."

"Can't I?" Defied Klaus.

"You lock me up in a box for 900 years Niklaus. You expect me to thank you?" Said Finn.

"Children, we have visitors." Said Esther, trying to quiet her sons. "Now, let's eat." The six of them sit at the table, Esther and Finn at both ends of the table, with Elijah sitting next to Elena, and Caroline and Klaus seating next to each other facing the couple.

They all started to eat, Elijah serving Elena, with Klaus doing the same to Caroline.

"Now Elena." Said Esther, after a few minutes. "How's your brother? I heard he had become a hunter of the brotherhood of the five."

"Mother, don't." Warned Elijah.

"It's okay, Elijah," Elena said, holding his hand with more strength than she usually did. "My brother was killed by Katherine to wake up Silas."

"I'm terribly sorry for your loss, dear." Said Esther. "In the matters of the supernatural, is never good when a poor child loses their life." That got Klaus's attention, who looked at her. "One week our beloved Henrik was alive and running through the fields as if nothing mattered, the next he's dead because he and Niklaus went to watch the wolves." Caroline put her hand on Klaus's leg to calm him down, because he was about to snap. "By the way" Esther's turned to Klaus. "How's my little granddaughter doing?"

The silence was deafening. The four of them knew they couldn't deny and say she was dead, though the whole city thought so. If she knew, she had become a more deadlier threat than they had originally thought.

In a matter of seconds, Klaus stood up and held his mother by her neck. Finn stood up, but Elijah was quicker and held him back.

"You and Niklaus, always looking out for each other." Said Finn. "It's almost pathetic how devoted you are to him, Elijah."

"I swore my alliance to him the day you and Kol decided to leave me and Rebekah behind."

"He puts you in a coffin for decades and you still stand by him?"

"I'll never leave my family behind, not even if I have to stand against you brother."

"What do you know about Hope?" Klaus demanded to know, squeezing Esther's neck. "I've killed you once. I can easily do it again"

"I know she is not dead. Do you really think the witches wouldn't feel if a being so powerful like her died? You might have the entire city, the vampires and the wolves convinced she is dead, but the witches know better."

"If you make a move against my daughter, your life will be reduced to a never-ending agony."

"I don't need to make a move against your daughter Klaus… I just need to hit you where you hurt." And with that, Finn started to recite an incantation. The chains that had been used to restrain the animals for the harvest came off the ground, locking themselves on each of Elijah's wrists, and then tying to two branches of two nearby trees. Both Elijah and Klaus screamed in agony. The chains had been soaked in vervain and were piercing against the vampire's skin.

"No!" Screamed Elena, going to him to try and let him go. Finn tried to hold her back but she had transformed into full vampire mode and bit his neck, drinking his blood enough to keep him away. "Elijah!" Elena tried to take the chains out, but even with her strength, she couldn't open them up.

"Don't bother." Said Finn weakly. "You will never be able to open them up"

"Let him go!" Said Klaus, who had let off his mother when the chains had been tied to his brother.

"No." Said Esther. "I'm gonna make your life, and your brother's life as unbearable and agonizing as I can."

"Niklaus…" Said Elijah, debilitated. "Get her out of here."

"No, please Elijah, don't…" Begged Elena.

"She can't break our bond, love." Said Elijah. "I don't want you to stay here and get yourself hurt because of me."

"Elena, let's go." Said Caroline, trying to get her to go.

"I'm not going!" Said Elena, her tears mixing with the blood she had drank.

"Elena, look at me, please." Begged Elijah, having trouble breathing. "I know you'll be back for me. I need you to go, I need to protect you, my lovely Elena. Please."

Elena kissed him one last time as she leaned into him. Tears streaming down her face, she felt like time had stopped as they embraced and all her worries and fears seemed to disappear. She savored this moment, remembering how his lips felt as he did the same.

Each kiss they shared had been like a testimony to their time together, and this last one carried the weight of all the others wrestled with the knowledge of what it meant – she had to leave him. Tears blurred her vision as she stepped away.

If it wasn't for Klaus dragging her away, she'd stay behind, even though Elijah had asked her to leave. Elijah breathed out in relief, watching his brother take his love to safety and finally let the poison of the vervain overtake him.

Back at the compound, Elena was ready to give Klaus a piece of her mind.

"Elena, do you really think I would go to a dinner party with my mother and not have an advantage?" Said Klaus, pouring himself some scotch, while Caroline was trying to calm her down. "Before we left, I asked the Bennett witch to link me and my brother. That way, even if my mother tries to kill him, she can't kill me. I'll heal and so will him."

Elena flew across the room, holding Klaus by his neck, and throwing his cup away.

"Why didn't you tell me this before?" She asked.

"Well, you and my brother were too busy sharing your blood. And besides, we're going to rescue him" Elena let go of Klaus.

"And how are we gonna do this?" Asked the brunette.

"Well, mother is in the body of a teenager. Knowledge is not her problem, but she is not as strong on that body, and she wouldn't be able to compete against a Bennett and a Harvest witch together."

Even though she didn't want to bring Davina into this, Elena knew the young witch would do just that. She considered Elena her older sister and would do anything to keep her happy.

"Fine." Said Elena. "Let's do it your way."

Elena got out of Klaus's office and went to her and Elijah's bedroom. She took her clothes off and put on one of Elijah's shirts, being enveloped by his scent. Laying on the bed, she started to cry.

"We're gonna bring you back." She whispered.

Back in Esther's yard, Elijah could've sworn he heard Elena whisper that they’d bring him back. His moment of hopefulness was cut short by Esther driving a stake with vervain on his chest, and he gave himself up to the darkness again.

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Thoughts on 3x12-3x22 ok lots of thoughts again! I will say I’m not totally sure how I feel about this half of S3. While I was mostly entertained and I enjoyed some of the storylines it did feel like the show was going through the motions for much of this half. I think it had to do with the plans changing with Klaus and wanting to keep him alive for the spin-off. The Evil!Alaric and ring-that-makes-you-murder plot were zzzzzz and Esther was eh as well. I’m also not an “original groupie” I found most of the family annoying or boring especially at this stage so that probably didn’t help (I do like them better on the spin-off particularly Klaus and Bekah). While I don't care about the triangle back and forth the Defan scenes were mostly great and I did enjoy the focus on Stefan's addiction both with bloodlust and his personality.

3x12

Well Bill Forbes I don’t forgive you!

This show loves its deadbeat Moms, I tell ya! Also did they really make Abby abandoning Bonnie about friggin' Elena!?! This has to be the worst season for Bonnie and I put all that blame on Plec and Dries because they can't stand Bonnie getting anything!

Um Stefan is being way too dramatic about Elena kissing Damon, like come on man. Maybe if you weren't terrorizing her for the last few months she wouldn't have gravitated towards Damon. Even if you want to try and excuse it like "he was compelled to turn it off" his humanity was on for his most recent terrorist activity of threatening to drive her off a bridge! Damon deserved to be punched in the face though, no issues with that.

3x13

Elijah talking about the “exquisite beauty” of Tatia like we don’t all know exactly what she looks like she’s a friggin’ doppelgänger!

Stefan going to shake Klaus hand like “we have a deal… ON OPPOSITE DAY!” The murder boyfriends are fighting.

3x14

Everytime Klaus talks about someone betraying him I just cannot… have you met you? I do love how un-moved Caroline is by any of his romantic gestures because of that fact too.

Well Esther if Bonnie is the only reason you’re out of your coffin why TF didn’t you invite her to your ball! Forever and ever mad Bonnie didn’t get to go to the ball and wear a pretty dress.

How did Klaus draw Caroline so fast lol

3x15

I like how Elena is like “but Elijah?!” and everyone is like “anyway, let’s dagger an original!” because I agree! The hell I care about Elijah, already stabbed them in the back once.

This Alaric subplot with Meredith and the ring that turns you into a serial killer plot is very confusing and boring.

Nice to see Elena facing some consequences for bringing the Salvatores into everyone's lives and their actions always negatively affecting her friends. Caroline is such a good friend by being able to protect Bonnie there, and not make Elena feel too bad while making a great point. I mean they could have easily manipulated Elijah into backing off by playing up the "humanity and morals" bullshit he pretends to adhere by.

3x16

It’s kind of weird how the show randomly started hinting at Matlena being romantic, Matt just throwing his hat in the ring since he’s got nothing better to do.

Damon is a horrible sober sponsor.

We have reached the very strange point in my rewatch where DAMON is the least annoying member of the trio right now. He seems to be the only one who understands his brother is an addict, in all forms of life. Like he said Stefan goes from one extreme to the other, he cannot do moderation. He's either the good brother or the ripper there's no middle ground (yet). As soon as Stefan found out Elena kissed Damon he went back to the extreme "good brother persona" which, maybe if you weren't so comfortable with Damon BEING IN LOVE WITH ELENA while you were together this wouldn't have happened, Stefan. He hammed it up in 3x14 with soulful glances and manpain, that obviously worked hook line and sinker since he made it all about Elena. Then the terror at having to be the one to turn Abby to the point Damon knew he had to do it because he doesn't care (neither does Elena but that's a whole nother conversation). Then when she saw him with blood feeding on a girl he acted like everything is ruined! What I'm trying to say is Stefan is insane.

3x17

Damon and Elena arguing about who's better at teaching Stefan self-control when the answer is NEITHER LMFAO!

Elena wanting Bonnie's help to help Ric unbelievable, fix your own fucking mess for once.

I like that Caroline is using all the methods Stefan taught her when she first turned. When she told Jamie that Abby needs him and to not avoid her so she maintains her humanity with human connection. Just like how Stefan brought Caroline to the swimming hole to be with Matt and convinced Bonnie to give her a daylight ring (I miss my babies this is all I can get right now *sigh*). In general though watching Caroline's vampirism storyline has been wonderful! I have even more appreciation for it during this rewatch.

3x18

Now Elena is making Ric killing Caroline's Dad about herself and how bad she feels ugh SHUT UP. I should have kept a tally on how often this happens. I wonder if Caroline ever uses this against Ric, because I would "you didn't do the dishes like you said you would" "well you killed my Dad"

Klaus being like "you're torturing technique is subpar and your skills are lacking" to Rebekah about how she's draining Damon of vervain CTFU!

RIP Sage and Finn you were tragic but cute.

3x19

Caroline being so proud of Matt tricking Rebekah with the decade dance LMFAO I mean she is the EASIEST person to manipulate but we all gotta start somewhere!

Eh Caroline it's not just Damon who doesn't care that killing Klaus will kill Tyler, it's all of them but you.

Okay fine the Delena motel kiss was a great scene, congrats universe you win this one. They actually have been more tolerable this half of the season for me, probably won't last but I haven't wanted to roll my eyes during their scenes recently so baby steps.

3x20

Elena being like "oh you're not bias or anything" about Caroline being team Stefan instead of team Damon as if she doesn't have every right to be! The fact that Elena never acknowledges that Caroline's hatred towards Damon is a big reason that I dislike her immensely.

I'm sorry but the salt ring Esther put is ashgghdjhbdhbv did she use a dump truck!?! Crying!

The 1920s decor must be getting to Klaus’ romantic side because he tried to proposition both of his boos tonight. Trying to get Caroline to run away with him even though she can’t stand him. Then calling him and Stefan “strange bedfellows” wanting to rekindle their flame from the ‘20s even though he hates him. Oh well!

Steroline crumb!

3x21

Klaus stomping around the porch before using a soccer ball and picket fence for darts really sells it. I just love when Klaus is over-the-top in a funny non-whining way, I could do without the yelling in so many of his scenes.

Tyler saving Elena and saying "I'm not your little bitch anymore" was a great scene for him and overall he's had such a great arc the past few seasons. He's also just so devoted to Caroline and they have a great romance, and I think it's one of the reasons I can never get into the KC scenes. Because I do get the appeal and they have some good scenes (I like the chemistry in the "rescue" scene this episode) but ultimately Caroline never shows anything besides an attraction to Klaus and that's not my vibe.

I know a lot of fandom thinks Elena should have chosen herself instead of picking a Salvatore and while I do agree with that (she needed to pick lots of therapy and anti-depressants) it's kind of fundamentally not who she is. Elena loves love and being in love and because of that she's incapable of choosing to be alone.

3x22

I’m confused when Tyler swapped with Klaus, I think they answer that next season though.

Bonnie saying she's done be pushed around YES! I wish we got a real dark!Bonnie storyline though...

Forwood "I will run with you" scene *tingle* *sniff*

I don’t know if Stefan wasn't so off balance battling between extremes this season with his bloodlust and ripper/good brother personalities he would have made the same decision that he did, to save Matt over Elena. Watching it all unfold in a rewatch binge like this I noticed way more instances of that being pointed out (especially by Damon). Look I've heard all the reasons to why Stefan let Elena die, and yes he let her DIE because no one knew she had vampire blood in her system and would come back (even then he know she didn't want to be a vampire). No matter how you spin it "he didn't want her to hate him for letting Matt die" "he always respected her choice and didn't want her to have survivor's guilt" "insert any 'actually it was really selfless excuse' you've read" the fact of the matter is he looked at the love of his life drowning and saved her friend instead. That is so CRAZY!!! That his need to be the "good brother who respects Elena's choices" outweighed her life. I have even seen that he didn't save her because he feels so much regret for forcing Damon to turn and taking that decision away from him, but like when has Stefan EVER respecting Damon's decision to die? Everything he went through this season is because he wouldn't let Damon die, hell the reason he's dead now is because he wouldn't respect that decision! I think Stefan's psyche is so fascinating and how he's essentially an "addict" in so many ways. He does get better at moderation between all of his extremes (personality and bloodlust) though in later seasons, but right now he is hella hella crazy. I think this scene was pretty detrimental to Stefan in re: Elena because it meant Damon was right he's the one who was going to keep Elena alive. All I'm saying is there's a reason Paul Wesley hates this scene.

Lines that made me laugh:

Damon: Insulting a bunch of dead witches not smart I made the same mistake first time I came here (Damon was so smug someone else got to be tortured by the witches for once)

Caroline: I can hear every word you're saying about Damon and the vampire gigolo. (you know she was mad about it too)

Tyler: What's he gonna do, draw you another picture? (Trevino delivers this line with perfection LMFAO)

#tvd rewatch #tvd spoilers #delena for ts #forwood for ts #S3 rewatch #3x12 - 3x22 #k rewatches tvd

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wouldntyou-liketoknow · 2 years

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Day 5: Revenge

(Trigger Warnings: talk of death/dying, implied murder, descriptions of rot/decay, pain/suffering, blood, broken bones, fatal injuries, strong language. Please let me know if I missed anything.)

Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 6 Day 7

Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza had never been too appealing of a place. Mare had held that opinion even when the restaurant was operating, before he’d died.

The place had changed—not for the better, obviously—after being closed and forgotten about for years.

Puddles were scattered about the black-and-white checkered floor, slowly but surely growing in size thanks to water that was still dripping from holes in the roof. Black mold gathered in the corners, crept up the walls around peeling paint. Rats scurried here and there, probably trying to decide whether or not Mare was human. The air was damp and fetid; if Mare had still been alive, he had no doubt that the stench of decay would’ve quickly worked its way into his clothes and hair.

All in all, the restaurant seemed to finally look the way it had always felt.

Mare drifted through the dining area for the hundredth time now, past the show stage (which had practically sunken into the floor). His footsteps made no sound. He didn’t even feel like he was moving. He paused just outside of Pirate’s Cove, waiting patiently.

The Foxy animatronic eventually poked its head out through the purple, star-patterned curtains, looking at him with a glassy, bright yellow eye. Mare waved a hand towards himself before turning away. He could hear metal thudding and scraping against the floor as Foxy followed his lead.

Mare listened to booming thunder and drumming rain. He hummed in time with the storm outside as it tried its best to shake the abandoned restaurant.

He’d been navigating this place for an eternity by now. He hated knowing every single nook and cranny by heart. He couldn’t even take comfort in the fact that he’d never been alone. The only people he had for company were in a constant state of agony and anger like he was. Even now, he could feel the anger radiating off of Foxy, who was only following him out of confusion.

But tonight wasn’t like all the other nights he’d been trapped here.

Because someone else—someone alive—had been trespassing and hiding out in the building for the past four nights. Mare knew who the aforementioned trespasser was, and he’d made it abundantly clear to the trespasser that he was being stalked, being hunted.

And the trespasser just kept coming back. Which, of course, prompted Mare to start experimenting with different tactics. He’d managed to form a plan, and so far his attempts had been successful.

As long as tonight followed the same script as the previous ones. . .

Mare led Foxy down a certain corridor; the one that led to the restaurant’s saferoom.

Three familiar animatronics—Freddy, Bonnie, Chica—lay on the floor, completely and utterly dismantled. Their limbs were twisted in unnatural positions, their rusted jaws hung open, their blank eyes stared at nothing.

Despite all this, somehow, you wouldn’t be able to see what was inside those robotic carcasses.

But Mare already knew. He didn’t need the animatronics to be opened up.

Even after all this time, the stains around the animatronics’ eyes, mouths, and joints—the areas where blood and mucus had leaked out through—still had yet to fade.

He stopped and stood before the carnage, waiting.

As soon as Foxy caught up to him, the saferoom’s door slammed against the wall.

A blur of movement rushed past Mare, and Foxy was suddenly writhing on the floor. A man stood above the animatronic, mercilessly beating it with what looked like a sledgehammer.

Foxy shuddered and convulsed, trying and failing to fight against its attacker.

In a matter of minutes, the animatronic was in pieces, just like the others. The man panted like a dog as he finally stopped his ambush. Mare stepped closer, glowering at him with all the hate he could muster.

This wasn’t a man; this was a vile, hideous, motherfucking waste of space parasite who’d killed innocent children because watching people suffer was the only source of joy in his pathetic life. Out of all the victims he’d taken, only one had been an adult: a night guard who had known that something wasn’t right with him, who watched him very carefully, who had managed to follow him into his little hideout and witness the atrocities he’d been committing.

And that night guard had gone by a name that Mare simply couldn’t remember anymore.

That night guard would’ve looked a lot like Mare, had Mare been healthy and breathing.

That night guard had died in the middle of trying to save that bastard’s victims.

The parasite sneered right back at him as he hurried into the saferoom, just as he had the previous nights. Mare lingered near Foxy, staring down at the mess the parasite had made.

He watched as what looked like a cloud of mist began wafting off of the animatronic. The cloud hovered in the air for a few seconds, then shrunk into a humanoid silhouette. And just like that, the spirit of a young, freckle-faced boy was standing before Mare, looking lost and frightened.

Muffled screams began echoing from the saferoom. Mare huffed a laugh as the boy’s expression grew more and more aware. Without needing to be instructed, the boy phased through the door. Mare was right behind him.

The second Mare and the boy entered the saferoom, four more children—the ones who had previously been trapped inside the other animatronics—all converged into the room.

Just like him, their eyes resembled pools of ink. Just like him, their faces were semi-obscured by tear tracks, which resembled stationary wisps of curling smoke. Just like him, their skin appeared unsaturated and decayed. They each boasted different types of horrible injuries. Stab wounds, blunt-force trauma scars, discolored impressions of fingers encircling the skin of the throat. . .

They were all dead, having been killed in this very place all those years ago.

The children circled around the parasite like sharks in a frenzy, howling with rage, clawing at the parasite’s clothes and hair. The parasite’s face was contorted in panic, fear, and understanding.

Mare watched, feeling the schadenfreude that had become so familiar.

The parasite tried swinging his sledgehammer down onto the freckled boy’s head. There was no impact. No blood sprayed against the wall. The boy didn’t scream or fall to the floor. Instead, the boy gripped the sledgehammer’s head, wrenched it out of the parasite’s grasp, and swung it right back at him. The weapon collided into the parasite’s side with a solid crunch.

The parasite cried out in pain and stumbled back. He tried to charge at Mare, but Mare’s only response was to herd him back into the center of the room. The freckled boy dropped the tool and joined his peers to give chase.

Now swaying and limping, the parasite sprinted in circles, fairly uselessly. The children kept intercepting him as he kept failing to hurt them. Obviously desperate, the parasite surged over to the corner, where a bulky yellow springlock suit was slumped against the wall. It was none other than Spring Bonnie: the same rabbit-looking mascot that the parasite had used for his disguise.

Mare knew for a fact that he had every single fucking right to hate that thing. But he also couldn’t deny that, even if it hadn’t been part of the parasite’s signature, it still would’ve just looked. . .wrong. The smile its face had been designed with looked eerie, more obsessive than genuinely happy.

The suit was a monster all on its own, but the parasite had made it even worse.

The parasite knelt before Spring Bonnie, hastily shoving its head off of its neck, opening it up around its joints. He managed to close it up around himself, then picked up the rabbit’s head and positioned it over his own like the mask it was. He stood there, breathing heavily as he stared at the ghosts he’d created.

Mare paused, then glanced at each of the children in turn. Despite the hollow murk of their eyes, it was clear that they were frightened. They were remembering how the parasite had donned this exact costume when he’d lured them to their deaths.

Not only that, but they were all obviously trying hard to be brave. They continued snarling and shouting at the parasite, but their voices wavered. Their trauma was still present, and that caused a dull ache to resonate through Mare’s empty chest.

And as if it couldn’t get any worse, a scratchy, ear-splitting sound was suddenly filling the room, bouncing off the walls. It took Mare a few seconds to realize that the parasite was fucking laughing at the children.

He started to lunge at the parasite, but a small blur suddenly rushed past him. His heightened anger was replaced by surprise as he watched a dark-haired girl pounce and shove at the parasite with everything she had.

Had she been alive, her attack likely wouldn’t have been successful. But death, in all its irony, could make you deceptively strong, no matter what age or condition you’d been in before the end.

The metallic parts of the parasite’s disguise crashed and groaned as he hit the floor, toppling over like a slow avalanche. The girl loomed over him, punching and kicking and shrieking at him with absolutely no mercy. Almost immediately, he started screaming, convulsing.

Mare tilted his head at this. He drew closer and discovered that blood was seeping through Spring Bonnie, slowly but surely mixing into the rancid puddle the parasite had been shoved into. Then, a muffled cacophony of flesh being punctured and torn, of bones snapping finally made itself known to him, though the sounds were nearly drowned out by the girl’s war-cry.

This encouraged the other children, who rushed over to surround the parasite.

Mare remembered overhearing the pre-recorded messages one of his co-workers had been required to listen to. He remembered the very explicit safety instructions that came with wearing one of the suits Freddy Fazbear’s was (in)famous for; if any of the springlocks inside were dampened—hell, even just nudged out of place—they would disengage. And if they disengaged, then the wearer would suddenly be completely vulnerable to the suit’s internal exoskeleton. And at that point, it would’ve been more appropriate to stop calling the suit a suit and start calling it an iron maiden.

Although the children were incapable of being physically struck, and although the parasite didn’t have time to even try to struggle against them, Mare’s instincts were in overdrive. Mare maneuvered himself around the children and grabbed the parasite’s arms in a vice-like grip, holding them at an angle that would not only cause the parasite more pain, but made it impossible for the parasite to attempt self-defense.

The children kept at their attacks for. . .Mare actually wasn’t sure for how long. Minutes had always had a bad habit of dragging on when he was alive, and time moved even slower after he’d died. But he didn’t mind; the children had been waiting far too long for something like this to happen. He wasn’t about to make them stop. They’d stop when they were good and ready.

For the first time in years, Mare felt himself relax. He smiled at the scene before him with a sort of joy that would’ve been unconventional had it not been justified.

To put it simply, he was proud of the children. He’d never seen himself as a fatherly type, but he’d spent the vast majority of his afterlife trying to guide and comfort them. And now? They were getting the justice they deserved all by themselves.

Sooner or later, the children eventually began to calm down. They stopped screaming, stopped the ambush altogether, though you could tell that it was as begrudgingly as it was out of exhaustion.

Mare watched as the children moved away from the parasite, then turned his head to stare into the parasite’s eyes. Even with the children’s escalation, it would be a long, long, long time before he actually died. It would be slow and agonizing. And he deserved every single bit of it.

He also wasn’t worth any more of Mare’s time. So, Mare roughly released the parasite from his hold and delivered one more kick to the side of his head.

He left the parasite in a wailing, twitching, worthless heap.

But he only made it halfway across the room before stumbling to his knees.

The children all gasped and quickly approached him, trying to help him right himself.

Since the day he’d died, Mare had felt nothing but numbness and cold, which was occasionally accompanied by dull pain. Right now, however, the aches he’d never quite adjusted to were slowly dissipating. He felt lighter, warmer, and. . .

Tired.

Not even while he’d been bleeding out had Mare ever felt so tired.

Mare glanced around at the children, and his mouth fell open in surprise.

Each of them seemed to be glimmering. Their skin transitioned from sickly gray to the natural shades they’d been born with. Their wounds vanished, one by one. Their dark, oily tear tracks evaporated into the air as their eyes softly shifted to colors other than black. Mare didn’t need to look at himself to know that his form was changing in a similar manner. For a split-second, he could’ve sworn that he’d felt a heartbeat rushing through him.

In no time at all, the children each looked healthy enough to be alive again.

But they weren’t. Mare knew they weren’t, and they did, too.

Even after the miraculous healing process, the children were still translucent. Except now. . .light seemed to be fluttering around them, as though candles had been embedded into their cores.

They were fading in and out of view, becoming harder to see with each passing second.

The children’s expressions were all an odd mix of confusion and relief. Mare beamed at them, knowing that they wouldn’t need him to explain. Slowly but surely, the children smiled back.

Up until now, they’d only ever known death. Mare didn’t expect them to have an idea of what would come after they’d been forced to remain for so long; not when he had no idea what was in store for himself. But whatever it was, his instincts made it clear that it was good.

Mare barely had any strength left, but he held onto it. He had to if he wanted to see the kids off.

He waited silently, patiently as each of the children vanished into thin air.

After a few moments, only one was left: the dark-haired girl. The one who had been the first to attack the parasite.

Her face was joyful, but still uncertain. She kept looking around him to glare at the parasite. She was making a valiant effort to stay. She knew she didn’t need to, Mare could tell, but she just couldn’t help but be anxious.

Mare knew that anxiety inside-out. He knew it hadn’t felt the same to him as it had to her, but he understood. And that was just enough.

Mare gently patted her shoulder. “You’ve got to get some rest now,” he said, as she craned her neck to face him. “It’s time to move on.”

She blinked, then let out a small sigh and nodded. She closed her eyes and hugged his arm tightly—Mare could still feel her embrace after she disappeared.

That was it. Everything was finally over.

Foreign light began creeping around the edges of Mare’s vision. . .The room started spinning, but it didn’t make him nauseous. . .All he felt was an indescribable, wonderful sense of contentment as he quickly and painlessly went blind. . .

And then. . .

. . .He was gone.

@that-bat @sammys-magical-au

#my writing #goretober 2022 #nathan sharp #natewantstobattle #natemare #natemare nwtb #fnaf #fnaf missing children #tw blood #tw talk of death/dying #tw implied murder #tw gore #tw broken bones #tw fatal injuries #tw pain #tw decay/rot

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Henry and Mrs Emily Details/Headcanons

This is just my personal headcanons and details for the Emily family in both a timeline where William kills kids and where William doesn’t kill kids (so a good au) for whenever I write the characters. I’ll make it clear which timeline I’m on about here so for the good au I’ll say (good au) or for the actual fnaf timeline I’ll say (fnaf timeline).

Henry Emily.

Born in October 1935.

Sexuality-Bisexual (though has a massive female lean)

Lovers-Hannah Smith (his wife) and a friends with benefits situation with William Afton.

Henry is a very timid person and is often a workaholic. At a young age Henry didn’t have many friends as most of the kids in Hurricane thought he was just weird (which he kinda was). The only person who stood by Henry was his sister Jen and his future wife Hannah.

Henry went abroad to England to study for a bit and began working on his future creations with robotics and even meet a new friend called William Afton who was very much like Henry with his ideas for building robots. The two were clearly the smartest at their college and even kept in touch when Henry moved back to Hurricane.

When Henry got back to Hurricane Henry proposed to Hannah who happily accepted. The two were married and invited William to stay with them for a bit in Hurricane. While William was living with the two Henry and William began work on their new restaurant combining their robotic genius which led to Fredbear’s family dinner with Fredbear and Spring Bonnie.

On May 13th 1969 Hannah gave birth to twins which delighted Henry. As life went on everything seemed well until his daughter Charlie was stabbed in the back alley of Fredbear’s.

(Fnaf timeline)

In this timeline Charlie dies as normal and Henry is devastated at this. He shuts himself from the outside world and has a divorce from Hannah though he keeps custody of his son Samuel (or Sammy). Henry’s life spirals out of control with dead kids pilling up and up. After the shut down of Freddy’s in 87 Henry leaves town without saying anything to anyone including Sammy.

Eventually Henry pulls himself together (by that Jen finally smacks sense into him) and rekindles with Hannah before the events of fnaf 3 and 6.

(Good timeline)

Charlie lives and tells the police who is the person who stabbed her being William. After hearing this Henry is thankful that his daughter is still alive but is mad at himself for being friendly towards William and doesn’t forgive himself. Henry has a good and quiet life with Hannah and when they are old the two decide to travel around the world.

Hannah Smith or Hannah Emily.

Born July 1931

Sexuality-Pan

Lovers-Henry Emily. (The two both agreed that the two could have sex with other people if they wanted despite the fact they were married)

Hannah was Henry’s best friend while growing up. When Henry went to England Hannah began work on being a music producer and was one of the best in the game. When Henry got back England he made the animatronic Chica for her and proposed.

Hannah would have to go and leave her family a few times a year due to her being a music producer but would always make sure to show up for Charlie and Sammy’s birthday.

(Fnaf timeline)

Two years after Charlie’s death Hannah divorces Henry and doesn’t take Sammy with her. Hannah doesn’t even keep in contact with her son until he invites her to his wedding.

Hannah shows up and does manage to rekindle her love with Henry though she isn’t able to do that fully with Sammy who is still bitter at his parents for what they did. Hannah dies shortly before the events of fnaf 3 and is a big reason for why Henry does what he did in fnaf 6.

(Good timeline).

Hannah does the same as she did before Charlie got stabbed and lives a happy life with her family.

#phantom headcanon #henry emily #mrs emily #fnaf fandom #fnaf #charlie emily

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sevensistersofsussex · 1 year

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TVD, 2

Klaroline, 2 and 4

Elena Gilbert, 14 and 19

Sorry I'm asking too many 👀💕

No no! I love answering these. They are so fun to think about.

TVD...my three favorite characters and why I love them so much.

I like all of these characters primarily because of how they develop outside of their ships. Each of these three could have been the main characters with how much of their own "stuff" they had. (But wait, isn't Elena the main character? I don't know that I always agree with that. Maybe she was, but it feels like it became so much more about the love triangle in the end. And she kind of always seemed like an inconsequential part of that love triangle to me that she stopped feeling like the main character).

Bonnie Bennett

When we meet Bonnie, her powers are beginning to manifest in ways she can't ignore. And she has a few lines dismissing it on her "drunk" grandma, but the stronger they get the more she can't ignore them. Her family dynamic is just interesting and I wanted to know more. Why is Rudy not around a lot? Why do they not share the same last name? Why does she have this perception of her grandma as a crazy drunk?

There are these established elements that make what comes next interesting. Her growing relationship with her grandma. (She's the only main character I can think of that went to an adult about the terrifying supernatural business. The trust!) Building this trust on this secret she now has. She's a witch. She comes from a long line of witches. It's discovering and growing in this whole new identity that she shares with the women in her family. And the absolute horror of having to go through that on her own, initially before she tells her grandma and then after she passes. Seeing what she sees with the numbers and when she touches Stefan and not being able to explain it to any of her peers.

The inner conflict of her character and journey she goes on is just main character energy to me.

Elena Gilbert

I'll say, in general for TVD, I forget most of what happens between season 5-8. The first few seasons of the show, Elena as a character outside of the love triangle is interesting.

This girl with immense survivor's guilt trying to keep it together. How everyone else has moved past her grief and their patience for it is so relatable. She's a year or two older than her brother, but feels this really scary responsibility to take care of him even with her aunt alive. It's so much pressure. And on top of that, she finds out that she was cursed with a face (and blood) that people want to use and sacrifice and take advantage of.

I just love seeing characters on screen that are more internal processors. (I know the books are so different from the show, but if the show was written out most of where Elena would come through is in internal monologues).

Tyler Lockwood

Tyler might have the best character growth in the show, hands down. To go from pushy, stereotypical jock to sensitive, strong pack leader is a journey.

There are so many scenes I love watching him in. When he stands up to Klaus to help unsire the other hybrids. Him advocating for them against his friends. Setting boundaries in later seasons with Caroline after finding out about her romp in the woods with Klaus. His dedication to his friends and keeping them safe. HIS PERCEPTION. Seriously, Tyler lived with an abusive dad. His observation skills are through the roof.

I think that's one of my favorite parts about his character. This perception that he's a dumb jock and the reality is that he is a deeply sensitive character who is so observant about the world around him. That he has a hidden heart of an artist.

Klaroline...why I do or don't ship them.

My brain is broken and most canon ships or end-games don't appeal to me. I think it's that I oscillate between "best friends who always liked each other as friends and had each other's backs and then other people notice they like each other first" OR "these people are toxic together and make each other objectively work but its hot that way"

Klaroline...how many other characters in my opinion see the chemistry of this couple before the couple itself does.

I had so many thoughts on this one. Certainly Kol teases Klaus about it and Katherine has that moment of talking to Caroline to ask how it was with him.

But I think the character who really notices first is Tyler. He's a perceptive character. I think that's his strength. Some might say jealousy and there is that, but I think underneath it all - he sees what is happening. Both from Klaus and Caroline.

Elena Gilbert...what I think they want more than anything else.

So many things that revolve around her family and keeping people safe. I think there's guilt and shame there with her feeling like her existence causes pain and heartbreak for people she cares about. And because that is there, there is also an obligation to live your life for other people.

I kind of just see her wanting it all to stop.

Elena Gilbert...a song that describes how I feel about this character.

This might come off really mean, but Car Underwater by Armor for Sleep. It's just peak early season Elena (which is my favorite Elena) and I can totally see her listening to this in the hallways between classes.

(I tend to think of Caroline as being into pop music. Upbeat and fun. Bonnie I see as being into folk music. Anything flowy and romantic. And I can't get it out of my head that Elena would prefer emo and angst. Their road trips pass-the-aux moments are fun and chaotic.)

#anon ask #fandom ask #tvdu #if you are sorry for too many questions #then im sorry for being so long winded in my answers

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Mike Messed Up: Chapter 1

Author’s note at end!

Warnings: frequent cursing. Mentions of murder and death.

Back Of Book Summary: Mike was just another night guard waiting to be killed by the end of the week. No more, no less. The thing is, how exactly are you supposed to react to your victim never hearing Phone Guy's messages, and instead is assigned to clean the dining room long after the clock strikes midnight?

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Fuck whoever came up with the night shift.

Mike stares at the iron doors he has in command to keep out...something. He doesn't believe a thief would have the power to break something like that in a million years, but there's never a reason not to be careful.

He was honestly surprised when the manager took one look at him and said he was hired for the restaurant's position of night guard. Didn't need any training, no need for papers to be signed, not even a resume. All he had to do was get to work on time.

And that's exactly what Mike did, showing up at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria at 11:50 PM.

Spinning around in the chair his eyes wander over the many relics sitting on top of the desk pressed tightly against the wall of the small room. A tablet of some sort sat on the edge, an old fan, a creepy pink cupcake with giant eyes, and…

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," he mutters to himself. Leaning forward his eyes scan a single piece of paper addressed to him.

Mr. Schmidt,

As stated in your duties as a night guard, you are required to do a few tasks to get the restaurant ready for the morning. Simply complete these tasks by 6:00 and you will be able to leave on time. Thank you.

Mr. Seal

"'Thank you' my ass." Mike growls as he turns over the paper to see basic cleaning needed to be done in the dining room. The thoughts about the steel doors are pushed aside in favor of getting his mind on track.

Glancing at the watch on his wrist he stands up and trudges down the hallway to where he saw a janitor's closet, hoping the tools he needs to complete the list are there. After gathering the essential supplies, he then walks into the dining room and gets to work, back turned against the three animatronics to keep himself from getting too creeped out.

Freddy was quite surprised to see the newly hired guard walk into the restaurant so early, afraid he already had a clue as to what the group of animatronics would be accomplishing before his shift ended.

A smirk lights the bear's face though as the man, Schmidt his badge read, dragged his heels as he walked. Observing the new guard further, this one simply wanted to arrive on time, not having any clue as to what awaited him. This one will be easy then, a simple stuffing where Bonnie can walk into the office with no qualms and catch him completely off-

"Fucking boss," a voice echos. A shadow marches down the west hallway to reveal Schmidt walking into the dining room, completely vulnerable.

Freddy feels his servers loosen up as he shakes away the chills of not being able to command his own body. Something about this new guard seems, off.

"So fucking stupid," Bonnie smirks, offering a smile to Freddy. This will honestly be the easiest kill yet, making sure the guy never comes back a second night.

The purple rabbit and yellow chicken start to walk off the stage, when Freddy's left paw is held in the air, signaling them to stop. The two stare at their leader incredulously but stay where they are, looking at the lucky night guard who managed to earn Freddy's good graces.

"O', Freddy! Wha' be the hold up!" Foxy calls.

"He doesn't realize what happens to every other night guard."

All three of them look at the bear animatronic as if he sprouted two heads, but after hearing liquid being moved around, they turn to see the man, mopping.

For some reason, this one didn't stay in the office and listen to the tapes. He didn't even have the tablet connected to all the different cameras that's proven so helpful with keeping the miserable humans alive in the nights. He doesn't even look at the stage, simply mopping with a concentrated look as he hums a tune.

"We are only going to watch him tonight. Tomorrow we'll see how it goes." With that Freddy allows himself to be locked back into his original position. Bonnie scowls the man working but complies, never wanting to go against his leader even if the consequences seemed so small compared to the prize.

"Freddy, he got this job for a reason. He probably is a menace to the world, doing nothing more than being good at mopping floors," Chica hisses quietly, not wanting the guard to notice her speaking. The leader doesn't say a word and she huffs but also locks herself back into position.

Freddy's eyes watch the man the entire time, studying how he simply works, never checking the stage or pirate's cove, nor making sure the two areas are in his line of sight. Mr. Schmidt truly doesn't know about the horrible things the Fazbear Gang have done.

Mike on his part kept cursing the person who hired him every two minutes.

He knew he was doing these chores for cheap labor. Being a night guard in a place that has nothing to steal is an easy job, and therefore can be paid at minimum wage for just sitting and watching the restaurant. The day time workers have to deal with people and parties all day and are paid more. Telling Mike to do all the chores just let the bastard keep more of the money earned through the shit hole of a restaurant.

"Fucking asshole. Who does he think he is? Pushing me around like shit." It takes at least a solid hour to mop the floor clean, but right after that Mike goes to wipe down the tables, the next part of his list.

After five straight hours of cleaning, the man finds a random chair and flops down into it, his breath gone from all the hard work. Sure he could've half-assed it and saved the time, but the floors and tables really needed a good cleaning.

Freddy's eyes widen at how good the restaurant looks after Mr. Schmidt's work. None of the employees ever took the time to make sure the job gets done right, and even then their hard work becomes dirty again before the cleaning supplies could do what it was meant to, children running around and placing their hands on everything to mess it all up perfectly.

Looking at the clearly exhausted man Freddy stares at him. Why would he do all that work? Was he told to do it? But even if he was, why do it to the point where he's out of breath at the very end?

Very interesting this new night guard. Very interesting indeed.

True to his word Freddy doesn't so much as move a finger the entire night, even when the new worker slips off into a light slumber.

"Can't we check him out Fred?" Bonnie asks after the guard fades off from the waking world. Blue eyes searching the rabbit's red ones, and the bear finally nods once then resumes his position. They won't kill the man as long as Freddy requests it, and it's too cruel for him to not allow the others to move around freely during their only time to do so.

"Finally. C'mon Chica. Let's see what this guys all about." With a graceful hop the purple animatronic lands on the dining room's tile floor, taking the time to set down his beloved guitar on the stage before stalking over.

From far away the new guard is just a normal human, male and average height. Nothing fancy about him, though his hat always seems to dip on his head.

"Think I should scare him?" Bonnie smirks, leaning so close to the guard's face he can feel the soft breath.

"Freddy wouldn't like that," Chica says as she ambles over. Her eyes flicker over his prone form and softens a bit. "Poor little guy. He worked so hard to clean the place up."

"I can't wait to stuff him. Maybe tell Foxy to rip out his spine this time."

"You're always so gory. I think he's really sweet." Chica scans the man once more, taking note of his badge and the word Schmidt on it, when she spots a piece of paper on the table. Grabbing it she looks it over then thrusts it over to Bonnie. "I know why he didn't stay in the office."

Snatching the paper from her the rabbit scans it as well, eyes widening at what was stated.

"Someone wants him to get killed," he breathes.

"Why woul' anyone wan' tha'?" Foxy questions from his curtains.

"He could be a murderer who never got convicted of his crimes," Bonnie smiles, leaning menacingly over Schmidt.

"Oh hush! Mr. Seal probably wanted him to do something other than cower in fear all night. Good thing he did or else those pizza stains would never be wiped away," Chica berates. Taking one last look at Schmidt, she trudges back to the stage, swiping up her cupcake and plate before falling into place.

"Can we talk with him this time then? Ask why he did such a great job on the place?" her friend whines from behind.

"You can always talk with them. Only if it doesn't give away your position before you attack," Freddy answers.

"'Course Fred Bear. I'd never let them know I'm coming to get them," the rabbit purrs. Looking back at the guard he sighs at the lost opportunity but climbs up the stage, also checking to make sure his prop is in his paws. Foxy ducks back into the dark cove, just in time for their servers to lock up once more and a day time worker to unlock the door.

Mike didn't know what happened. All he remembered was finally finishing the cleaning put aside for him by the dick who hired him, only to suddenly get screamed at by a random guy.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" he screeches, flying backwards and out of the flimsy chair.

Bonnie and Chica, for their parts, try their hardest to control their laughter, though a few snickers carried through the pizzeria. Fortunately, with Mike's crash both humans were busy trying to help him back up and missed the animatronic's amusement with the situation.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you. You just wouldn't wake up to me simply saying your name so I had to get louder."

"No no, it's okay," Mike smiles as he stands up. He straightens up the chair and offers a real smile to the startled man watching him worriedly. "Thanks for waking me up. I don't think the boss would appreciate how I was sleeping on the job."

"I get it. It's the night shift and it's really late. I don't envy you. Well have a good day, hopefully I'll see you tomorrow morning when you're done." With that the man walks away to do his job as Mike walks to the doors.

Wait, he hopes to see me tomorrow?

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Well hello, hello!

To start with, this particular writing is fairly old, at least four years old. It was my first ever FNAF fanfiction, and also one of my first ever complete one (as in with chapters instead of oneshots)

I went back and forth with the thought of ‘should I move this to tumblr or not, and if I do should I rewrite the entire thing’. It’s been on a different platform this entire time and to be it felt...weird? to put it over here if I didn’t rewrite or edit before hand.

The thing is: I love it. For what it says about how I wrote before. How far I’ve come in making a different writing style. Maybe one day I will completely rewrite it, but after I finish the plot in my head in which I haven’t written for in several months it’s bad.

Hopefully this will give me more motivation to get those chapters written! Maybe both platforms will have this story stay on hiatus until twice a year a chapter gets knocked out. At least on here it ain’t uncommon ;)

Just wanted to let ya’ll know there will be a chapter popping up for ‘Mike Messed Up’ every week! Thank you so much for reading, I really appreciate it! I hope you enjoyed ^^

Have a wonderful day!

#FNAF #Mike Messed Up #oh yes #no FNAF bois around here #no editing either #we die like phone guy on night four #tw #trigger warning #older writing #BTE writing

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