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theoakleafpancake · 1 year

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25. Unite

News flash, Jarred, Anna, Endon, and Josef are alive! Except they’re the most-likely slightly more chaotic versions :)

#there’s not enough info about the next gen and I hate it #or even headcanons #I don’t really see much of the next gen at all #deltora quest #emily rodda #roddaverse #dq next gen #roddacember 2022 #also happy holidays!

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lukasbestgirl · 1 year

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Holiday sale!!! ( •̀ .̫ •́ )✧

Hey y’all ! The holidays are approaching, a thin layer of frost is on the ground, and FINALLY peppermint mocha creamer is in season so thank god for that

So from today to Dec 30th I’m offering my speedpaint illustrations for 50$!

I might also close the sale earlier depending on how many commissions I get, so its kinda first come first serve!

For my full gallery and commission prices go here! :3

Examples under the cut! (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ

#commission sale #commission prices #my doodlydoos #artists on tumblr #come getcho gifts #also happy holidays!#i think yules sometime soon and hannukahs in two days #fuckin winter revelrey time bb

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evebestt · 1 year

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Given what the book says about Rhaenyra sometimes joining Laenor and Qarl in bed that if she hadn't went for Daemon her next three would have been Qarl's. First half the marriage spent in a weird polycule with Harwin, the second have with Qarl lol

LOLLL that certainly would have been better for the Targaryen family tree — continued to bring in some new blood and un-rat’s nest their bloodline. And Rhaenyra would’ve gotten to live her best poly dreams

#ser crispy could’ve been a part of that if he hadn’t been such a bitch #also happy holidays!#if you did anything I hope it all went well #and if not I hope you had a relaxing day #rhaenyra targaryen #hotd

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damiduck · 13 days

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Damian, handing Bruce a piece of paper with a very neat calendar on it: father, I will be taking a step back from my participation in our nightly patrols. I have carefully considered factors such as, but not limited to, school tests, most likely days for breakouts and when other people will be available. Here is my schedule.

Bruce: any particular reason you are stepping back from Robin?

Damian: I have reached an acceptable age and am by far mature enough, so I will be participating in Ramadan this year, father. Afterwards I will pick my duties up as normal, but with changed sleeping and eating patterns, this is the most logical step for now.

Bruce, who grew up with a jewish mother and christian father who were intent to raise him on some weird mix of the two, then a second father who was atheist, proceeded to lose his entire way in any form of religion due to losing himself in his teen years, took in Jewish boy, then a catholic one with religious trauma, then an atheist one who had no idea how to even approach the idea of religion, followed up by a pagan girl and already making seven different mental lists of things he will need to research, how to add aspects of Islam into their weird family holidays and trying desperately to show his support for his son: ....hnn

Damian: thank you father

#bruce is trying #he really is #but hes just so incapable of voicing any Emotion ever #but he just really loves his kids and wants them happy #also you cannot convince me the wayne family holidays are not a mess of a situation due to different religions lmaoo #i intended for cass to be the pagan girl simply bc she gives me such vibes #i can see it yk #bruce wayne #damian wayne #batman #robin #batfam #the batfamily #muslim damian wayne #good dad bruce wayne

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blametheeditor · 1 year

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Jeremy Messed Up: Chapter 4

NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL AGES

The Sequel To Mike Messed Up

First | Previous | Next

Mike was just a night guard waiting to be killed by the end of the week. Now, he is the proud, and soon to be sole owner, of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Business is booming, animatronics are teeming with life, and Foxy is back in the spotlight after so many years. Even so, the dark past of Freddy's is slowly encroaching upon them. One with more ties than they could ever imagine.

Content Warnings: Mentions of death and murder, want to harm someone, cursing (lots of cursing), mentions of tracking someone down. Mentions of teasing about being in a relationship when not.

I didn’t queue this last minute nooooooo

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"SHHHHHHHH!"

Mike should've tried to defend himself. Reacted like anyone would when someone unknown and potentially dangerous goes and lunges at him. At least jump instead of take a single step back.

Hell, he could've yelled for the animatronics. As much as he's pissed off about Henry, and them knowing he was throwing a tantrum from it, as many times as he gets angry or frustrated, getting on their nerves at times like everyone does, they would never let him get hurt. He still trusts them. And they're more than ready to rip someone's head off to make sure he stays safe.

Yet, there's no weapon. No yank at his arms before something secures his wrists together. Not even the smug look of 'it's over'.

Nope! His massive fuck up of not using his well calibrated instincts ingrained into him from getting 'hunted down' by murderous robots, the reliance he has on them making his life exciting and fulfilled, not even listening the logical side screaming to get away?

Turns out they just wanted to put a hand over his mouth. Both their hands. His head isn't held to make sure he can't jerk away and scream for help.

...well then.

Is he relieved? Yes. Is he a dumbass? Yes. Is this kid actually a young man looking as scared as Mike should be?

Also yes. What the hell?

Blue orbs meet panicked greys shinning with unshed tears. While he's scrutinized though, there's no other reaction. To make sure the slightly taller can't actually do anything to get out of the truly odd situation. Or the guy at least glancing at the doors hoping to get away before someone comes to check on the severe lack of angered screaming the new restaurant owner is famous for doing.

Looks like they're both idiots today.

"Mmm mmm mmmm mmm mmm?"

Mike huffs as he stays in place to have his 'who the hell are you' question to come out as muffled as it does, knowing he can and should simply step away. But he doesn't.

"D-Don't call the animatronics," is pleaded. Coming out weak and almost raspy. A voice of terror the slightly taller knows personally. How he sounded after finding out he was supposed to die, with Freddy not helping after holding him down with a yell. The dust and sweat coating slightly scraped cheeks certainly completes the look.

A moment passes to show the long process of contemplation. Not A Criminal immediately brightens as a nod is finally earned, relaxing as the hands are removed.

And then Mike takes a deep breath in preparation to yell.

The strangled yell as the kid leaps forward to stop him has a fit of laughter become muffled. The older gently bats away the unnecessary limbs to properly display his snickers to the betrayed expression, watching to make sure there's no true fear from the prank. Even though someone came into the employee's only section. "I trusted you!"

"I didn't call them," Mike quickly amends, hands held up to state yes, it was a dick move. No matter what the kid wouldn't get hurt, though. Be traumatized from the four after getting placed outside and politely told not to ever come back potentially.

To be honest, his opponent can't be more than eighteen years old. If he wasn't the person who fixed Foxy, upgraded them all, and kicked the asshole running the restaurant out to give them a fulfilled life being there for kids like they deserve, the technical intruder would've earned cake instead of a statement of no longer being welcomed.

The pout of an ally making him think he'll get in trouble only confirms Mike's first assumption this is a kid. Complete with brown curls that bounce with every movement. The face that should be perceived as handsome is too soft. The look being given is one the restaurant owner's seen kids have whenever they're caught stealing a bite of their parent's pizza. Definitely not someone who really should be worried about authorities being called with the assumption an idiot was trying to rob the cash registers that were up front and clearly being used.

What the fuck was he even doing?

Mike glances back at his desk, eyeing Cookie Thief with a raised eyebrow. "So, just a thought here, why were you under my desk?"

"W-Well the back room was worse!" is exclaimed. "I took one step inside and I couldn't breathe cause it smelled like death!"

Well guess who's gone nose blind...

The older nods his head seriously, because that's certainly a reason not to hide there. And if it didn't once house rotting corpses, the numerous heads staring down at you might've been a reason. He definitely understands it.

"Mhmm. Follow up question, then. Why were you hiding?"

The kid's mouth shuts with an audible clack, shoulders bunched forward as if waiting for some kind of attack. Those grey eyes lock onto the space an admittedly tight squeeze, despite how skinny he is. Mike's only an inch taller, and height alone makes hunching down that far nearly impossible.

Desperation had Not A Criminal come back here.

Mike straightens up at the realization the guy was trying to escape. That's the only reason he needs to hit the buttons to the doors.

The animatronics know not to question it. They've been told the reinforced steel will only be used in emergencies. Child in trouble, an adult, a family. One of the four will be here in a moment while everyone else in the restaurant is watched much closely. The person may or may not have trespassed, but someone in trouble would never be left to fend for themselves.

The small and panicked scream doesn't ease Mike's worries. The flinch from him placing a hand on the kid's shoulder is respectfully heeded. He waits until realization dawns from the fact they're completely alone. Nothing can get inside, including the animatronics that were terrified of.

"Is someone following you?"

"YES!" and someone's getting stuffed today. "Well...n-no."

...the fuck?

"N-Not someone!" he amends, visibly shaking, panicking at the thought Mike will turn away. "But they're following me! I-I lost my tools, my dad's, and she's going to be so mad-d, but I had to, an-nd-!"

The older catches the hands flailing about and making wonderful air-art, pulling them to the center his chest. Standing as close as they are, what he originally thought as dust from hiding with cobwebs reveals itself to be dirt with a long scratch trailing from chin to ear. Mud plastered into the fluffy curls.

The kid looks like he's been through hell. "You look like shit."

"H-Hey-!"

Mike turns them around so the East Hallway is behind him. Elbowing the door button, Chica is revealed, given both a giant smile, and a strangled scream from Would Be Robber. Only the best at Fazbear's!

"Chica-Chee! You mind grabbing the first-aid kit?"

"DON'T LET IT IN!"

"On it, Mike!"

A smile is sent toward his secretly favorite SUCK IT, BONNIE! With the chicken gone, his patient is carefully shoved into the wheeling chair miraculously having landed right-side up after getting thrown. And with that they're back in the office. Doors closed and waiting patiently for back up, the restaurant owner sitting on the desk with his glorious throne currently being used.

"Alright, ground rules Parts And Nervous."

"I'm not-!"

"Chica-Chee is a she," Mike gently interrupts. "Fuckbear, Foxy, and the pain in my ass named Bonnie are he's. Not its, they don't deserve your shit. Second, they'll make sure nothing gets to you while you're in my restaurant."

He doesn't think it's his imagination the already pale tone turns white as a ghost. "Y-Y-Y-Your restaurant?"

"Just got the official title after Mr. Fucker ditched."

The kid gives him a confused but hopeful look, meaning he's doing something right.

"Any questions, comments, or concerns?"

"I think you can-n assume I do," is sassed, and they're going to be best friends by the end of this. The underlying terror is substantially gone, what looks like bleeding knees behind the ripped-up jeans is finally spotted, but they can talk about that.

Mike knows he really should've been more cautious. There's a stranger locked inside a space not even big enough for two people. The guy could be a wanted criminal who hasn't been caught because he's so goddamn adorable.

But to hell with good decisions! By now, he should just invite William Afton himself and see how things go. For now, someone's asked for protection from something.

He'd be lying if he wasn't as curious as he is worried about what the fuck happened to the poor kid.

"What if we trade off? I ask a question, you ask one?"

For the first time, true distrust appears as grey eyes narrow.

"Hey, you hid under my desk!"

"We're allowed to skip."

Mike offers his hand to shake on it. A smile appears as it's quickly taken.

A yelp emits when a knock announces a rather unimpressed Freddy clearly having heard about how Cake Snatcher was introduced.

"Care to share, Michael?"

"My boyfriend and I need five more minutes."

"Your- I AM NOT!"

#again #to reiterate #did NOT queue this last minute #nu uh never happened #:D #but HAHA #also Happy Holidays!#hope ya'll had a good one!#semi-older writing #FNAF #Jeremy Messed Up #BTE writing #cw: gore #conent warning

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mroddmod · 1 year

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the party visits Hawkins for the holidays, circa December 1991.

i was lucky enough to get to participate in a secret santa gift exchange along with my friends, some of the most talented people in the stranger things fandom! my recipient was @halosketches, one of the coolest people i know. it was a pleasure to be able to work on this and i'm happy to able to share it now! happy holidays, boys 🫶

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inkskinned · 6 months

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for the longest time my family used to host one of the biggest haunted houses on my block: elaborate, themed amateur haunts that pearled out along our lawn for one-night-only. spinning circus wheel-of-terrors and walkthrough alien crash-landings and spiders that arched over our driveway, leaking venom onto your feet.

we didn't have a lot of money; and honestly i don't know how we afforded what we did have. there were not going to be pneumatics or projectors or any supply over 20 dollars - and even 20 was a stretch. we were lucky, and we lived in a town that had a "swap shed", where people would drop off any banged-up-but-usable items that they wanted to get rid of. the whole year, my family would pick over someone else's discarded fans and lights and weird decorations, asking each other - what do you think? for halloween?

we would strip the motors out of rusted fans and spraypaint vases and saw broom handles in half and apply a very thick coat of cardboard and duct tape to everything. for our pirate year, i made the mistake of individually drawing woodgrain onto each strip of cardboard that made up the ship. i then gently painted and distressed the "boards" so they'd each have lichen and cracks and unusual patterns. i hid eyes in the knots and shaped skulls. you couldn't see any of it in the dark, even under our "spotlight" (someone's target-branded workshop flashlight).

i have a lot of very strange skills as a result. i know how to make a flying ghost appear both physically and in the mirror. i know how to make a witch's brew that stirs itself. i know how to burn and cut and paint until there is an iron throne you can sit on, or an alien brushing your ankles, or a hearse trundling along. i can't say we ever made it beyond our local newspapers, but we tried so hard that the town would regularly shut down our street.

i can't put any of these skills on a resume, and i haven't been able to put them to use for a while. i live in an apartment, there's no lawn for me to decorate. for years i've wanted to do an alice in wonderland theme, and have been collecting ideas like coins in a fountain. at other houses, i am transfixed by 12 foot skeletons and paper mache spooky lanterns; easily wooed by the knowledge of how much time people put in.

someone asked me once - so what was the point? and why didn't you guys charge anything to show up?

in truth, we probably needed the money. for years there, we were a 1-meal-a-day kind of a family. i was being polite earlier up in this essay: we furnished both our house and our halloweens using things left a recycling center. we live in new england and still didn't turn on the heat until the end of november, no matter how low the temperature.

every year we would collect donations for unicef and other charities. on an average year, we would collect enough to pay for our food for weeks. every year, without fail: we donated every penny.

this endeavor took months to plan and design and execute. we had to organize any volunteers and check safety and hope-for-the-best. it took at least 24 hours to set up, a week to take down. the motors and fans and lights all had to be packed tight. the cardboard would scatter, pangea in the rain and sleet. i remember picking up a plank from that pirate ship, the paint blown clear off, all my hard work completely erased. a new kind of driftwood.

if this was a poem, and not a memory, i could wrap this up prettily. i could say that these skills landed me a cool job in the haunting industry or that it taught me the value of friendship and responsibility. but i actually think it's something better, something very pretty: there wasn't ever a moral to it.

the night was a long one. yes, there were assholes, people who broke stuff. but mostly it was just kids like us in cardboard costumes, dressed as an incredibly niche kind of truck. good parents who were friendly and laughing. teenagers who slunk in at late hours, wide-eyed and secretly delighted; who asked us can i help next year? like, do y'all take volunteers, or whatever? every year more people came, and told their friends, and offered to pay. and every year we said maybe next year and meant absolutely never.

we did it because it was enough to love something, and to make that love visible. we did it because there is very rarely an excuse to have fun. i think maybe especially, for me - we did it because every year, there was one first "customer" somewhere around 3-4PM, while we were still putting on the final touches. the sun would still be up, and we were frazzled and always-running-late, and these kids saw our vision unfinished in the bright light of day.

something about their parents murmuring say thank you and telling my mom this setup is so sweet while this little kid would grin up at us, dazzled by our artistic mediocrity. the fall air and the chill and their coat-over-a-panda-princess-costume. that first phrase of the night awkwardly managed over a pair of overly-large vampire teeth: a beautiful and excited trick or treat!

#wholesome #happy halloween #writeblr #just something to maybe warm ur heart in these times #my parents also usually let me take nov 1st off #this is the first year in like 20 years im not taking it off bc it became like a family holiday #i regret not taking it off but alas. capitalism.

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emo-batboy · 5 months

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Harley: Happy Hanukkah, Brucie!!! Here's your present :D Do you like it? I hope it’s the right size.

Bruce, openly weeping as he holds up an I am Kenough hoodie: It's fine.

#also bruce two seconds later: btw how did you get into my house?#Alfred let her in #they’re both Jewish and I will take NO CRITICISM #Harley went to Hebrew school n everything and Bruce is non-practicing #battinson #bruce wayne #batman #the batman 2022 #batman 2022 #the batman #dc universe #dc #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #hanukkah #happy holidays

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