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thestrangestthlng · 9 months

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Public Figures Owe You Nothing

Same thing, different fandom. Now, my first soiree into internet fandom was Glee nearly fifteen years ago. Given insane popularity of the show and one of their two main couples, Klaine, and Darren Criss being a straight man, I am no stranger to the "only gay (out) queer actors should play queer roles" argument.

I don't necessarily disagree completely. Queer actors should be highlighted in queer roles. But guess what, the film industry is shit.

Not everyone is out, can afford to be out, is ready to come out publicly, or cares to have anyone in their business. There is a huge number of fans who are way too invested in the parasocial relationships with their "favs" and cross lines.

It's a tale as old as time. Darren Criss' now wife, Mia (Swier), was mercilessly harassed online and honestly in person. I distinctly remember people MAILING her things. There was an incredible amount of hate directed towards her because SHE wasn't a HE and a group of fans were hellbent that he and Chris Colfer were secretly in a relationship, even though both were happily in their own relationships. (Both of them are actually still IN those relationships and I love that for them.)

Someone gave Dannell Ackles (wife of Jensen Ackles) a gift at an event. When she reached it she was cut by a bunch of rusty hooks in a fucking voodoo doll.

One of the NSYNC members (I can't remember if it were Chris or Joey) ended up being broken up with by their partner at the time because of the amount of hate they were getting.

This came up because someone said on instagram that they "will not be watching [RWRB]" because [Taylor and Nicholas] "are not out" and "they are gay for pay". So, me being me, says to them that the actors owe you nothing. Their sexuality/gender identity is no one's concern but their own.

Also, it was really disgusting what alot of Heartstopper did to Kit. He's just a baby and they strong armed him to coming out before he was ready and made him feel like he had to justify it. Cruel irony being that it's the exact opposite of the point of the books, and exact opposite of his character. I'll never forgive them for what they did to my son.

I went on to tell them that Hollywood is shit. It's homophobic, racist, sexist, xenophobic, transphobic, everything phobic. They like beautiful and handsome, classically beautiful, white, straight actors that fit into their perfect mold. As soon as actors come out they get type cast, lose rolls (because how could a homosexual portray intimacy with a woman? It's not like they are actors or anything). I, of course, got blocked because they didn't agree with me and that's fine.

Did you know that many actors in the union don't even make the $26,000 a year that is required to qualify for health insurance? Most actors are working class. Yes, many acquire a net worth, but it's honestly one huge disaster from losing what they have. The median salary for actors in the US is about 60K a year. So why would a working class actor or even a upper middle class actor, want to potentially dismantle their career trajectory by telling something that is really no one's concern anyway?

Not everyone wants to be stuck in a Ryan Murphy rotation. Maybe once we get more queer film and show makers and Hollywood execs start to fuck off we'll get more. I'm 99% sure that RWRB is the ONLY gay romcom without underlying trauma porn. The only other one that comes close is a Christmas movie.

Actors are still human and deserve privacy. They owe fans nothing. Their partners deserve privacy. If they are queer good for them. If they are not, good for them. But fans don't get to dictate who comes out and when. So yes, we want more queer actors in queer roles, but we don't get to decide if the ones who are not open get to have these roles. Sometimes it is who is best for the role.

As far as RWRB: Neither Taylor nor Nicholas have ever made any public statements on their sexuality and are both private people when it comes to their relationships. It's really goofy that people think it's an appropriate question to ASK them personally. Interview or not.

All that matters to me is that they killed that online and the characters they acted were madly in love with each other.

Moral of the story: they can want someone and love some one and not want that life for them. Neil Patrick Harris and David Burtka were together for three years before they came out and that's when NPH came out - at 34 on his terms, as it should be. Some people really missed the message of the book; that queer people deserve to come out when and how THEY want to.

/Ted Talk

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 3 months

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Well, I suddenly had an idea that... suddenly, for example, a situation broke down that a farmer and some person were close enough or just acquaintances, but their spouse just noticed some things all the time, like how close this person was to the farmer and how the person's hand was accidentally touching them.. and then their spouse would get jealous! and of course it would be interesting for me to read about sve characters, so...

it would also be interesting to add, for example, something NSFW, you know( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).. but this is optional of course

Hmmm, some jealousy headcanons 🌝

Welcome back Mazya! And thanks for the ask ❤️

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Lance:

Lance isn't jealous by nature. After all, he, like Farmer, has plenty of friends both among the adventurers and now among the regulars now that he's moved to Stardew Valley, so there's nothing wrong with devoting some time with friends. And the pink-haired adventurer in no way forbids the Farmer from spending time with their close friend... as long as their close friend doesn't break the boundaries of what's allowed. Because if they start hitting on Farmer or start being really touchy-feely, Lance will have a reason to be a little worried. Nevertheless, he'll resolve things in a civilised manner and explain to Farmer what and why Lance is feeling this way.

Magnus:

Magnus is having a bad time after this seemingly completely inconsequential incident. Even he and Farmer have discussed the moment and his consort has assured Magnus that whoever hugged them "for too long" (Magnus' words) is only a friend to them and Farmer will cross their courtship attempts, if any. Which, however, didn't help the old wizard shake off his feelings of jealousy. So let the Farmer not be surprised if their spouse is very close to them and a little suspicious of their friends.

Victor:

Victor is sure to drive himself to the brink of paranoia when in reality it is the Farmer who loves the spaghetti lover and not their rather clingy friend. The thought that it's all false accusation and the thought that Farmer already regrets choosing Victor begin to bang against each other in Victor's head and it affect him in real life. Eventually, he can't stand it and asks Farmer to talk to him. What a relief Victor will feel when he realises that there is absolutely no reason to be jealous and suspect cheating! Why hadn't they both talked before?

Olivia:

Oh, Olivia knows that her partner is loyal to her and that they love each other madly. Alas, some of Farmer's friends are behaving a little inappropriately, since they allow themselves more than is usually allowed in friendship. Then the businesswoman has to remind everyone that she's Farmer's wife, in case anyone forgot that. Nothing extreme or toxic, just Olivia taking some precautions. Very skilfully, by the way- so skilfully, without destroying the friendship of Farmer and their friends, and without ruining her relationship with her spouse. The wolves are fed and the sheep are safe, as they say.

Sophia:

Sophia doesn't understand the concept of jealousy as such at all. Of course, just because the pink-haired girl may occasionally switch into "I wanna attention right now!" mode and lash out at Farmer for hugs, she doesn't harbour jealousy towards Farmer's friends. Because Sophia knows that if a friend lives far away (as in her case with Scarlett), you want to spend more time before they leave again. Besides, the Farmer always comes back to Sophia, always tells her about their day and always makes her smile and happy. She trusts them, so no jealousy.

Claire:

Claire had been walking around a little depressed all day. As much as she tried to distract herself from bad thoughts, the moment when Farmer's best friend, who came to visit them, started to hug and touch them for quite a long time, made Claire feel jealous. Sad, uninspired, maybe this isn't all as she imagines, maybe she'll start false accusations and hurt her spouse, or maybe... Luckily, the caring Farmer started the conversation first, as they couldn't understand why their wife had become so silent. They both solved their problem and Farmer reminded her that they love her and only her.

#sve #stardew valley expanded #sve lance #sve magnus #sve victor #sve olivia #sve claire #sve sophia #thanks for the ask!#sorry for no spicy HC here. but maybe I'll write something spicy later 🔥👀

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You got any headcanons about Gen 5?

It’s my favourite generation of Pokémon :)

So I’m taking this and running with it because you didn’t clarify what kind of headcanons. So Ash is defiantly aged in this one

Cilan is the one who gets Ash into weed. Not even smoking but just edibles.

Ash got his ass rocked by a Seismitoad while fucking around in a muddy pond. it was under the water and he stepped directly on it's head by complete accident. he kept whining about the bruises so Cilan gave him a 5mlg just so he would stfu.

he's introduced to Mario Kart and Sonic somehow in between going through Castelia City and Nimbasa City

Ash has already started to box and dance before he get's to Unova so he ask's if the Nimbasa Twin's wanted to rumble around after their dual battle with him and Cilan.

Emmet refuses but Ingo takes Ash on and quickly becomes he best sparring partner Ash has ever had so far. in the end Ash extends his stay in the city for just a full day of boxing with Ingo, thankful that the man took a day off to do so.

if Alder was asked who he favored the most out of all the trainer's he met during that year, he'd pick Cilan without hesitation. Ash is a close second but Alder doesn't like how quick to anger he is, especially when trip's around.

Unova as a whole is defiantly a trail in patience for Ash. since Pikachu's aren't native to Unova a lot of rich people or influencer's try to put a price on the Pokémon. wanting Pikachu for their own gains.

it take's everything in Ash not to swing at Iris near the middle of their travels because she hadn't dropped the 'kid' thing yet. in reality he doesn't lift a finger but mentally Iris has most likely died at least thrice by now.

the reason why is most likely related back when he was traveling through Kanto and how Misty bit at his heels for acting like such a kid despite Ash being 10 years old. he feels guilty that Misty and Brock both had to grow up fast but that doesn't mean Ash has too. he's learned it's better to let the insult roll off his back and not put to much wind to the flames but Iris just won't give up.

Iris had grown up quickly as well despite being a year and a half younger then Ash and about three years younger then Cilan. she's jealous that could see the world through rose colored glasses and take them off when things start to get serious.

she doesn't realize that she can do that too until much later, like around the time when Ash is in Alola for a time frame, but it's hard for her to do.

both Iris and Ash realize that Cilan's a mean and sassy drunk, he's like a year older then the legal age drinking limit in Unova, until they get knocked out of the league during the final battles. sitting by the green haired chef who's somehow gathered a group of people so they could just shit talk.

it's definitely the first time Iris and Ash has seen this so their off to the side. contemplating on whether or not to approach their friend or not. choosing to just stay in ear shot and keeping Cilan in their eye sights in case the chef bolts off to somewhere.

Ash ends up tasering Trip at some point during the entire Unova arc. no one knows how it happened and Trip actively refuses to even speak to Ash and his friends afterwards for a while.

Ash and Iris originally thought that there was some hella sexual tension between Cilan and Burgundy only to realize that it went deeper then that.

apparently Burgundy liked another connoisseur girl that was a rank above her but that girl liked Cilan instead of Burgundy. the girl publicly turned down Burgundy before going and also publicly asking Cilan for a date.

what Burgundy doesn't know is that Cilan had left mid date after realizing just how bad the girl was. absolutely clueless about what happened to Burgundy.

Iris knows most of the story but Ash is the one who knows all of it. they both agree it's 'not their turf' so they don't bringing anything up.

Ash and Georgia are so neutral towards each other that if they were left alone in a room, it would be completely silent because they would just ignore each other.

Elsa's Tynamo has a thing for Ash's Pikachu after their gym battle and it takes a while to peel the eel Pokémon off of Pikachu after it gets healed up.

#ash ketchum #pokemon cilan #pokemon iris #pokemon burgundy #pokemon georgia #champion alder #pikachu #tynamo #gym leader elsa

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ria-writes-stories · 5 months

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For: @taminam02 because- art- I dunno I just wanna show my appreciation towards an artist that I enjoy the content of very much

Ship: Smokey bat (Uzi x Sam, cuz I noticed they liked the last one)

Genre: Romance, Cotton

Title: Cozzy cats

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(No one's pov)

Uzi was simply doodling in class, as usual, because her intelligence was far above the average of the class, meaning that every work that the teacher assigned to the class was under stimulating for her, therefore...the teacher gave a challenge enough for her. "Uzi, Sam, pair one for the group project-" "WHAT?!" Uzi said snapping her head up as her eyes widen while she broke the pencil she was holding in her hand as a few other students near her got startled by her sudden burst of a loud scream.

The teacher sighed and rolled his eyes. "Uzi- you need to partner up and develop social skills-" "I DON'T NEED 'EM!" Uzi said standing up on the desk angrily. "Ugh, Uzi please sit down." The teacher said rubbing his forehead as Uzi proceeded to point at the teacher while pressing the poor student's head in front of her onto the desk using it as support for the strange cat like position she was in. "BITE ME!"

The discussion was cut short by the bell and everyone left the classroom as did the teacher leaving Uzi unable to negotiate to do her project on her own, like always.

Uzi groaned loudly in annoyance as she kicked a chair and crossed her arms over her hands before hearing a snore which caught her off guard, startling her and making her turn around to see where the noise came from. To her surprise a drone was asleep, resting their head on their arms, folded over on the desk. He was wearing a cozy sweater and a beanie with his eye color a magenta. Sam was of course as usually far too stoned to be aware of what is going around him so there is no surprise that he was sleeping during class and even now when classes were over, just now Uzi realised the true challenge she had in front of her, however...she saw it as an opportunity. If he was this spaced off she could still do the project on her own and just write his name at the end of it. Great! Should she tell him about the project? Probably. It was the decend thing to do after all, right? Yeah.

Uzi walked over and gently shook him. "Hey- wake up." "Hm-? Duuude- huh?" Sam looked up at Uzi puzzled as if he expected someone else. "Uhm...so we got paired up for a project but-" "Where is everyone?" Sam asked confused as he looked around tiredly. "They left- school is over. As I was saying we got paired up for a project and-" "Who are you-?" "STOP INTRERRUPTING ME!" Uzi snapped like a hissy feline as Sam's eyes widen in shock as he raised his hands up. "We got paired up for a project however you do not have to do anything, I will do everything and credit your name as well so I'll be going off now, also my name is Uzi-" "Oh-? But- paired up for a project means we both work dudette." "Have you not been listening? Why even would you want to work when you can just not? Also what's a dudette-" "Dudette, it would be unfair if I let you do everything, come on I can do something too." Uzi looked at Sam utterly confuse as he got up and Uzi got a reality check on how tall this guy was besides her, as if it wasn't enough that she was already shorter than Lizzy and Doll...

"Ugh! Fine-! Just- follow me I guess." Uzi mumbled as she took her backpack and started to head out as Sam followed her covering his mouth as he yawned.

Uzi was thinking about the project while Sam followed close behind her, and before Uzi knew she was in her home. Strange...usually she was so lost in thoughts she bumped into all of the doors on her way somewhere, well, usually she didn't have Sam behind her to notice that she's so concentrated in her own world that she could hurt herself, so, he simply opened all of the doors and kept them open until she passed by, hell he even greeted Khan by waving, catching the old man off guard but he didn't seem to question much about why Sam was there or following Uzi, he was too uninterested.

Uzi threw her backpack on the ground. "Take a sit somewhere or something." Uzi said waving her hand as she took out her notebooks and school manuals.

Sam simply flopped onto the bed, resting on his back as he closed his eyes and simply breathed while Uzi opened her PC and began to take care of the project since she already does all of her homework throughout the week the moment she receives it, sometimes doing it during school recess and the small break between lessons as to save up time. Boring details shoo. Any who, while Uzi was working on the project Sam proceeded to get up and sat his head on Uzi's.

"?! What are you doing?" Uzi said with a slight blush on her cheeks as Sam simply looked at the screen. "I told you it's not fair if you are the only one to do the work dudette." Sam said as he placed his hand on Uzi's, which was resting on the mouse of the PC, which caused the angsty rebellious teen to blush further.

He moved it around and clicking at stuff, adding customize to the project, with some surprisingly intriguing animations and features that aren't found in the base of the program, things that Sam simply did on the moment in a few clicks. Uzi was genuinely impressed. "How... did you do that?" "It's just shapes dudette, it's suuuuper easy!" Uzi said in his usual slow sheepish tone as he gave a dorky smile. "You- can't even read!" Uzi said absolutely flagger blasted by Sam's talent. "Yeah dudette, only pictures." He said pulling some papers from under his beanie. How did those fit there? Uzi wasn't going to ask...

Uzi took the files and went through there. They were all advanced programming and engineering! Most of them were indeed based on pictures. Uzi looked up at Sam with a spark of curiosity as she didn't know of any drone other than herself and her dad to be good at these things. "What classes do you take again?" "Advanced coding and engineering dudette, but you seem pretty sharp yourself, why don't you come to those classes?" Sam asked politely as Uzi blushed a bit at the compliment and looked away. "Shut up! And- uh- well- I did take them but I found them...boring so I-"

"Boring? Wo-ho! You are smart dudette!" Sam said doing finger guns at Uzi as he winked and Uzi proceeded to turn around in her chair since it had wheels as she frowned while her cheeks grew extremely hot as she wasn't used to compliments. "Uh-?" Sam said scratching his head as he didn't understand what he did wrong. "So- do we continue the project-?" "Yes! The project!" Uzi said snapping from her flustered self as she turned to the PC. "Uh- I don't have another chair, sorry." She said looking up at Sam. "That's ok, we can work on the bed." "..." Uzi looked at the bed, considered it, and decided to just get over with it.

For the next two hours Sam and Uzi worked on the project together with Sam resting his head on Uzi's and lazily placing his hand on her's and clicking things as he didn't have the energy to just ask her for the mouse so he could do the work himself, and Uzi was too flustered to correct this bad behaviour of his. The project was done before you knew it and as Uzi sat her laptop to it's place as she noticed that Sam was barely awake at this point. "Alright. You can head home now, thanks for the help." Uzi said closing her eyes as she opened the door waiting for Sam to leave but when she didn't hear anything she peeked with one eye and realised that Sam wasn't moving, was he...asleep?

Uzi went over and when she was about to poke him she suddenly got pulled in by a pair of surprisingly strong arms. "WOAH!" Uzi said in shock as Sam pulled her onto the bed, holding her closely to his chest out of instinct. He yawned and then proceeded to go to sleep resting his head on Uzi's. "Hey! Cut it off! Let me go!" Uzi said embarrassed as her cheeks went ablaze. Sam's response? He simply took Uzi's beanie off and held it in the air out of her reach while with the other hand he held her down. Uzi's eyes widened in shock, and they widened even more when she saw that Sam opened one eye and stuck his tongue out with a mischievous smile on his face.

Uzi was absolutely unable to react to this as she felt her heartbeat in her chest as she groaned and tried to get her beanie back squirming in Sam's hand as he simply watched Uzi with a smug smirk, and after a long time of struggling Sam simply placed Uzi's hat back on as he chuckled.* "You're cute dudette." *He said with a sheepish innocent warm smile as Uzi had to move her beanie since it was slightly over her eyes as she blushed madly looking away with a frown as she didn't want to admit that he managed in fact to get her to such a messy state.

An lazy orange cat and a devious black cat, but either way, a cat's a cat. All cats have a hint of mischief, and all cats are stubborn, but they still enjoy affection in whatever shape and manner that they receive it as long as it is gentle and soft.

Silence fell over the two and before you knew it Sam was sleeping while holding Uzi closely with his chest pressing against her back while she was on her phone before she eventually succumed to the warmth of his body.

Two cozy cats sleeping together.

The end

#murder drones uzi #murder drones sam #murder drones smokeybat

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scapegrace74-blog · 2 years

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Don’t Let Me Fall, Chapter 7

A/N This is a pretty crucial chapter which sends our pair spinning off in a brand new direction. That said, you may be cursing me by the time it’s over. All I can say is to trust the process. I officially know where I’m going with this and you won’t hate me for long. Also, don’t be too hard on poor John. He may yet have the chance to redeem himself.

Previous chapters can be found here.

“Are ye planning on ne’er speaking to be again, then?”

Jamie had entered the Finnish sauna one evening to find John Grey on the uppermost bench. Before he’d had the chance to sit down, the other man had silently risen and walked towards the door. Jamie spoke as he poured a ladle of water onto the heated rocks, causing a billow of steam to rise and hang just below the wooden ceiling.

“What’s there to say?” John replied with his eyes averted. “You needed a partner, and I got the shaft. The show must go on, or some such bullshit.”

“I didna request her, if that’s what ye’re thinking. And it wasna Claire’s idea either.” Rather than stand and argue with a white towel draped around his waist, Jamie sat on the lower bench, arms extended along the upper seat behind him.

“Oh, please, spare me. She’s been flashing her tail at you like a filly in heat since she arrived. You cannot possibly be so blind.”

Besides being patently untrue, John’s accusation was uncharacteristically vulgar.

“I dinna ken what ye mean,” Jamie said, a low growl seeping into his voice. He was willing to forgive his friend some hurt feelings, but only up to a point. Incriminating Claire was a bridge too far.

“Do I need to draw you a picture, man? First Anna-Louise, then Geneva, now Claire. You think these attractive, ambitious women just happen to fall in your lap? Christ, Jamie, they’re doing their jobs. Gotta keep the top talent happy.”

A sour kernel solidified in his gut. It wasn’t the first time the idea that his female partners pursued him sexually because they’d been asked to do so by management had occurred to him, but it was the first time someone else had given the thought voice. If the pattern was visible to John, what could have been a coincidence took on the contours of fact.

Back home in Scotland, he’d been the artistic loner, or worse, the effeminate gymnast, and local girls hadn’t gone near him. Likewise in circus school, where his natural shyness and blossoming height did nothing to interest any lass he took a shine to. Then suddenly upon landing a lead role at the Cirque, Anna-Louise had propositioned him. He’d been an awkward twenty-year-old virgin, and here was this beautiful, sophisticated, older woman inviting him to her bed. He’d attributed it to amazing good fortune, but maybe something more craven had been the cause.

“You know what gets me the most?” John continued with frosty malice. “You don’t even want to perform anymore. You should give Marylebone what he wants and bag a role in creative. If you’re being led around by the cock, might as well make it worth your while.”

With those last hurtful words, John left. The wooden door banged closed behind him, leaving Jamie sitting gutted and alone.

***

“Have you seen Jamie?” I asked the moment John Gray opened the door to his suite. It was only after the words left my mouth that I realized how terrible he looked. Normally impeccably put together, he wore a baggy pair of sweatpants, and his shirt was untucked. Even his hair looked unkempt.

“He’s your boyfriend, not mine. How the hell should I know where the big stud is?” my former partner remarked with a shrug.

Pushing my way out of the hallway so as not to be overheard by anyone passing by, I rounded on John in a fury.

“First of all, Jamie is not my boyfriend. He’s my partner. We were supposed to meet with the seamstress for costume alterations tonight after dinner, but he never showed. I’ve looked everywhere. You were my last resort. Which brings me to the fact that you have been acting like a spoiled schoolboy whose favourite toy got stolen at recess. I know you’re attracted to him, but be a goddamned professional and get over it, John. This is no time for melodrama. We all have jobs to do.”

John rolled his eyes as I finished my rant. “Some of us have more pleasant jobs than others.”

“What the fuck do you mean by that?” I was well past being patient with his veiled barbs.

As John spilled his recriminations, the tips of my fingers grew cold. I had no idea whether what he was saying about Anna-Louise and Geneva was true or merely the conjuring of his jealous imagination. What I did know was how hurt Jamie would be if he had even an inkling of the rumour.

“God, John, please tell me you’ve never shared any of this bullshit with Jamie.”

His averted eyes were the only response I needed.

“Okay, here’s how this is going to play out,” I said, grabbing him by the shoulders. “You are going to help me find Jamie. Then I’m locking the two of you into a room until you work this thing out between you. You were friends long before I arrived, and I won’t be the reason you grow apart.”

“He won’t listen to me, Claire,” John muttered, suddenly more subdued. “After what I said to him, I’ll be lucky if he doesn’t cripple me on sight.”

“Good news, John. Jamie’s a pacifist. Unfortunately for you, I’m not. Right now, the only thing keeping me from beating you senseless is the fact I need your help to find him.”

We scoured every inch of campus to no avail. I wanted to go to security, but John cautioned that might only backfire if Jamie had gotten into some sort of trouble that would lead to disciplinary action.

We were walking beneath the streetlights towards the dorms when my phone rang. My heart leapt, but the incoming local number wasn’t familiar.

“Claire Beauchamp,” I answered crisply, praying it wasn’t the police, or worse yet a hospital.

“Allo,” a strong French Canadian accent replied. I could hear faint music in the background. “I am calling for…” a long pause and a muffled exhange… “Pardonnez, mademoiselle. I am calling for a, er, touriste?”

“Oh, thank god,” I gasped with a watery laugh. “Where is he?”

“He is right ‘ere, mademoiselle. At my bar. I do not tink he is enough good for to take the taxi. He asks dat I call you instead.”

“I’ll be right there.”

***

The establishment where we found Jamie gave hole-in-the-wall a new meaning. It was lit by the glow of a video lottery terminal and a few bare bulbs covered in years of cobwebs and cigarette smoke. A single row of chairs faced a high-topped bar. On the last of these sat Jamie, a half-empty glass of something amber resting between his elbows, his head cradled in his hands. He wore only jeans and shirt sleeves, and I wondered if he’d walked from the campus, emotion cocooning his large body from the crisp October air.

John hesitated by the door, looking decidedly out of place, as I went to collect our quarry.

“Was’ he doin’ ‘ere?” Jamie slurred as I climbed onto the chair beside him.

“He’s been recruited to help me maneuver your big drunken limbs into his car. After that I thought we might steal his shoes and leave him in Jarry Park for the vagrants to play with.”

Despite his recent bout of remorse, I still hadn’t forgiven John his heartless actions. Far from it.

“Sae fierce,” Jamie muttered with a dopey smile. I was relieved to see he was a silly rather than a melancholy drunk.

“Come along, Fraser. Let’s get you back to campus before they notice you’ve gone AWOL.”

He threw back his drink with surprising efficiency and pivoted to stand. He held onto the bar rail while his tall body swayed like a tree in a windstorm but managed to stay vertical.

“How much do I owe you?” I inquired of the barkeeper, who was presumably the same man who had called.

“Is good, mademoiselle. He give his Visa before the drinking.”

I shuddered to imagine how much alcohol Jamie had put away since disappearing. He was going to be in a world of hurt tomorrow, especially considering we had an eight o’clock physical training session.

I slid a twenty-dollar bill to the barman in thanks and together John and I managed to wrangle his uncoordinated weight towards John’s idling car. Jamie flopped into the backseat, and I settled beside him. We’d barely begun to move when a heavy head landed in my lap with a sigh. I carefully ran my fingers through his hair, marveling at how soft it was.

“Feels good, mo nighean balnain,” he murmured into my thigh. I could sense John glancing at us through the rearview mirror as he navigated the empty streets.

“That’s temporary,” I advised. “Your future has a lot of pain in it.”

“Aye,” he sighed wistfully. “When ye leave me tae return through the stones.”

I met John’s eyes. He shook his head, indicating he had no idea what Jamie was talking about either.

“I’m not leaving you, Jamie,” I assured him. “We have a routine to nail, after all.”

“S’alright,” he continued as though he hadn’t heard me. “I kent ye were only passing through. Jes a tourist. The Lady of Balnain always goes back to her time, no matter what.”

Mystified by his drunken ramblings in which he seemed to have conflated me with the mythical subject of his proposed circus show, I could nonetheless hear the underlying fear of abandonment in his words.

“The only place I’m going,” I tried to assure him, hoping the sentiment would permeate his intoxication, “is on tour. With you. I’m your partner, Jamie. And more than that, I’m your friend.”

The solid weight on my lap made no indication he had heard me. I looked in the rearview mirror to see John watching me with an indecipherable expression. I held his gaze until he looked back to the road.

***

The moment he had both dreaded and anticipated had finally arrived. Today was the day he and Claire would perform their routine without safety harnesses for the first time. Jamie counselled himself that it was irrational to be nervous. It had been weeks since one of them had needed the support lines to stop them from falling. Still, he knew as well as anyone the boost of confidence that was gained when a performer knew an error would be inconvenient, not fatal.

Claire carefully chalked her hands nearby. He was pleased to see that they weren’t shaking or clammy.

“Are ye ready, Tourist?” He came to stand by her side, watching the twin straps as they were lowered towards the mat.

An insubordinate tilt of her chin. Twin flames of excitement glowing in her eyes. He’d been an adolescent the last time he’d grown aroused while on the mat, but he could feel the telltale tingle now. Then John’s portent words intruded on his thoughts: being led around by his cock. He shook his head to clear it.

“Everything alright, partner?” Claire asked, watching him with concern.

“Aye, dandy. I was jes recalling something an old aerials coach used tae say,” he lied, dragging his focus back to the present challenge.

“What’s that?” Claire asked as she took his hand, leading them both towards the straps.

“Ye have tae be willing tae fall in order tae fly.”

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“Slainte mhath.” Jamie toasted with a goblet of wine the colour of rubies. I replied in kind, letting the alcohol sit on my palate a moment before swallowing.

“That’s very good. Malbec?”

“Aye. It will pair well wi’ the steak,” Jamie replied as he pivoted back to his cooktop, broad shoulders encased in a button-down shirt for once. His hair caught the light from the range hood, refracting a hundred shades from brass to rust. I did my best to keep my sightline above his waist, though I knew his trousers cupped his arse to perfection.

We were commemorating a minor miracle. With only a few days to spare, we were ready to tour. Last night’s full dress rehearsal had been the final test. When we stood in the middle of the practice tent Cirque des Étoiles kept permanently erected on campus, the stage lights shimmering across our make-up and costumes, I knew without an ounce of doubt that we would nail our routine. I had that much confidence in our partnership, in our ability to face any difficulty and master it.

And we did. As the final note of the sensuous accompaniment faded to a whisper, a single resounding clap rang out from the audience. It was followed by more and still more, until the entire audience – coaches, trainers, costume designers and administrators, even Gilles Lemieux himself – were on their feet, whistling and cheering. I learned later that the first to applaud had been Sergei Panteleenko himself.

Muscles still shaking with exertion, Jamie and I had broken with dress rehearsal protocol and turned to the audience, acknowledging their recognition of all our hard work with a wave and a bow.

Tomorrow we were flying out to Tokyo for the first leg of a nine-month roadtrip, but tonight we were celebrating. With no grueling workouts or early morning costume fittings to discourage me, I indulged in a second glass of wine with my steak, and then a third as we retired to the sitting room to digest. Jamie was recounting a ridiculous story of a prank he played as a youth back in Scotland. Something involving his family’s herd of Cheviot sheep and some food dye. I found myself giggling like a teenager, my eyes watery and skin flushed with mild intoxication. Beside me, Jamie wasn’t faring much better, despite his much larger size.

“Will you go back? Once you’re finished spinning Englishwomen around, that is?”

“Och, how can the Highlands ever compare?” he teased, then replied in earnest. “I may return eventually, but I’d sooner stay on wi’ the circus in a creative capacity once my days in the air are done.”

I remembered the leather portfolio I had been caught examining during my first visit to his suite. The Lady of Balnain. Jamie had called me that name in Gaelic when John and I brought him back from the bar stinking drunk. I wondered why he connected me with her legend.

“Have you spoken with Marylebone?” I asked. “He’s obviously a big fan of yours. Maybe he can help make your dream a reality. When the time comes,” I added hastily, not wanting him to think I was trying to be rid of him so quickly. In truth, I couldn’t imagine being an aerialist with anyone but Jamie as my partner, but he had been performing for years before we met. Having an exit plan was a sound strategy.

Jamie rolled his eyes in truly dramatic fashion. “Oh, aye. He’s a fan, alright. All I need do is offer myself tae him, an’ he’ll put in a good word.”

Alcohol made comprehension sluggish, but when I realized what Jamie was implying, I stared at him in shock.

“He actually said that to you?!” I’d heard the artistic director was prone to having relationships with the much-younger male talent, but to offer to trade influence for sexual favours was far beyond my lowest opinion of the man.

“Wi’out actually saying the words, aye,” Jamie confirmed, taking another sip of his wine.

“Jamie, that’s sexual harassment. You could turn him in. Hell, you should turn him in. Then you could take his place.”

“I canna do that, Tourist. T’would always be a question of whether I stabbed him in the back in order tae secure his spot. Ye ken how circus folk gossip. I’d ne’er have a chance of winning their respect.”

While I didn’t necessarily agree with that assessment, it was Jamie’s career and his decision. It also made me want to help him succeed all the more.

“Show me those sketches again,” I demanded, leaning over him to where I could see the portfolio resting on a nearby end table. “Maybe I can make some suggestions. Help you out with ideas for the musical score, if nothing else.”

Jamie’s expression turned wary. He used the bulk of his shoulder to prevent me from snatching up the illustrations. Which was strange, considering how easily he pardoned my snooping the first time around. To be honest, I was a little bit hurt. I’d assumed the two-way ebb and flow of our partnership extended to matters beyond the mat as well.

My reaction must have been televised via my face, because Jamie hastily relented, handing over the portfolio like a man signing his own warrant.

Upon opening the chapbook, I was once again struck by the uniqueness of Jamie’s vision. His sketches were rudimentary, lacking a background or much context, and yet they burst with feeling and the vibrancy of motion. I could look at each page and imagine the performance coming to life before my eyes.

Something caught my attention and I leaned over the pages to examine it more closely. Next to me Jamie’s weight shifted on the sofa cushion as though he couldn’t get comfortable.

The first time I’d seen these sketches, the main character of the woman who travels through a magic ring of stones into a foreign land had been indistinct, recognizable only by her mass of wavy hair and bold colouring. Now she had unmistakable features, and those features… were mine.

I looked over at Jamie, who had added a grimace to his squirming. The tips of his ears were bright red.

“I hadna meant tae show these tae ye quite yet,” he muttered, sounding like a contrite schoolboy. “I wanted tae wait til… well… no’ now, in any event.”

My fingertips brushed the coarse paper, outlining the topaz eyes and pale salmon lips.

“Is this why you called me, umm, mo nighean balnain? The other night in John’s car? Because I’m the inspiration for this role?”

If he was surprised by the fact that he’d already revealed his secret in a drunken comment, Jamie didn’t let on. Instead, he looked down at his lap as though contemplating an appropriate penance.

“Jamie,” I urged with a light nudge. “Don’t be embarrassed. I’m flattered.”

Seafaring eyes snapped up to meet mine.

“Ye are?” he asked hopefully.

“Of course. I’ve never been someone’s muse before,” I teased gently. “To be the inspiration for something so unique, that you obviously care deeply about, well…” I trailed off, afraid to share just how intensely I felt about this revelation.

“No’ jes the inspiration, Tourist. If by some miracle my idea was ever tae be produced, I’d want ye in the starring role. In fact, I’d insist on it.”

The warm glow that had settled in my belly rose up my gullet and suffused my face. As we spoke, Jamie and I had unconsciously drawn closer and closer, until now I could make out the kaleidoscope of blues and greys that surrounded his pupils.

“You’d want… me?” I clarified, gaze darting down to his lips, over the russet stubble on his cheeks. Somebody’s breath had grown loud in the quiet flat, but I couldn’t match its rhythm to my own.

“Aye," he whispered.

The last few centimetres of air disappeared between our lips. My eyelids fluttered closed, thoughts a noisy collision of anticipation, nervousness and elation. Warm, moist air caressed my mouth as Jamie breathed my name. My true name.

“Claire…”

And then with a sickening lurch, I remembered John’s speculation that Jamie’s previous partners had been tasked by our employer to keep him entertained and happy, by any means necessary. I, of course, knew I was under no such orders, but Jamie did not. How could I ever prove to him that my affection for him was sincere if we moved forward now?

Sensing my hesitation, Jamie drew back and opened his eyes. Whatever he saw caused his hopeful smile to wither like newspaper in flame.

“I’m so-.” he began.

I grabbed his hand from where it had fallen limply from my shoulder, holding it tightly between both of my own.

“Don’t you dare apologize, Jamie. You haven’t done anything wrong. But with everything we’ve gone through over the past eight weeks, and all the pressure we’re about to face, I just think…”

“Aye, ye’re probably right,” he admitted with resignation.

“I’m not saying never,” I clarified, not liking the sting of rejection in his voice. “Just… not yet.”

“Agreed,” the cool fire in Jamie's eyes blazed anew. “No’ yet.”

#my writing #outlander #fanfiction

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snzysimper · 1 year

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FINALLY!! I haven’t posted a fic in AGES. Apologies for that. This is probably the longest thing I’ve ever written. I’m really proud of how this turned out. It took me a while, but I hope it was well worth the wait for everyone. This is the re-write of this fic. I tried to keep it loyal to the original, but also make it better.

Note: I had everything italicized and shit, but tumblr is stupid and doesn’t keep it when it gets copy pasted from a google doc so I’ll go back and fix it later. For now, you can just use your imagination because I am to lazy to do it rn.

Another note: not that this really matters, but Security Breach doesn’t exist in my AU, so first of all, no ‘Burntrap’ and also no SB Vanessa. I much prefer the fan made version from Help Wanted, so that is who I use in my fics and such, but feel free to portray it however you like. She just looks better. Feel free to look at some fan art else where.

A Warm Surprise

A Will/iam x Van/ny Snz Fic

Written by SnzySimper

Word Count: 1950

TW: Spray, Snz (ofc), mentions of deceased children (only briefly)

| I am allowed to write what I want and I would appreciate if you keep whatever rude comments you may have to yourself |

It is about 11 o’clock at night. The pizzeria was far past closing, which was 8 o’clock. One would generally expect for the place to be empty. Isn’t that how this works anyway? Starting in only one hour, the haunted robots spring to life and, well, you know the rest. But, no, not right now. We are far beyond that point. Long story short, after the closing and re-opening, new animatronics were made, and the Fazbear brand was re-started after someone bought the name. As of the current moment, a new man owns the name brand. Well, not quite. After escaping his presumably eternal hell, William Afton put his consciousness inside of a game, making himself nothing but a piece of computer code. With the help of an innocent bystander, he was set free into the world again and, under a new name, bought his company back. Who’s his partner in crime, you may ask? A young woman named Vanessa, or Vanny, as William usually calls her. His little reluctant follower, although she has become less reluctant as time has gone by. In fact, she had become much less of a follower and more of a friend. The two did most everything together. Were they themselves together? Well, no. Not right now, anyway.

Sitting down on a table, Vanny looked over towards the animatronics. They were powered off, as they should be. She and ‘Dave’ planned to keep it that way. No more vengeful ten year olds wanting to damn your soul. And hopefully not ever again. He didn’t have any reason to make it happen again. He had obtained his immortality, so why would he need to kill more children. It’s not like he needs the remnant. She glances around the pizzeria, not used to it being so empty and quiet. No sounds of children giggling and screaming. No music. Only the hum from the air conditioner. A bit creepy and unsettling to most, but she had come quite accustomed to it. She found it almost peaceful. It was silent, and peaceful, and not a single sound to-

“-gGGes’SSHHhss!!”

Slightly startled at the broken silence, Vanny looks up. She was alone in the pizzeria, minus her ‘boss’. It had to have been him. Come to think of it, had she ever heard him sneeze before? Being a computer code, she didn’t really think he could sneeze. Oh well. Who cares? A sneeze is a sneeze. No skin off her teeth. She pulls out her phone, not paying it anymore mind. “Hh’gGG’shhh!!..’Ggsshh!” Well, this was certainly interesting. It was strange enough for this to happen once, granted that it had never happened before. But three times? Curious to what could possibly be happening, Vanny hops off of the table to go and find him. It was getting to be time to head home, so she should go and get him anyway.

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“Hhhh…”

Sitting at his desk, William breathes heavily. He was happy that the day was finally over. He could just go home and fall asleep on the sofa. He crosses his arms and lowers his head, about to fall asleep in the chair. In front of him are blueprints for trying to fix SpringBonnie. Trying. Although he may as well just start from scratch. The suit itself is beyond repair, but the internal parts, or at least the springlocks, could possibly be salvaged. It would take a good bit of effort though. As the AC turns on, he shivers, wrapping his arms tightly around his chest. Was it usually this cold in the pizzeria? Or maybe someone had just messed with the thermostat. Who knows. Giving William the benefit of the doubt, he is a TWIG. The average weight for someone who is 7’2 is around 230. William is 190. One could say that this is due to him not eating much. He doesn’t see a reason why he should. As we have previously established, he’s already immortal. It isn’t like he can starve. Although, the occasional meal is nice. He slowly raises and tilts his head back, his breath hitching slightly. “hhHh’GGschh!!” Damn. Why is he so cold? Wiping his nose on the back of his hand, he sighs. Was it possible he could- no. No, no. He’s a piece of computer code for crying out loud; barely even able to be classified as a human being at this point. Being sick is completely out of the question.

Right?

It had been a long day of listening to the same 6 songs on repeat, children's laughter, and, worst of all, the smell of shitty cheap pizza. He was more than ready to go home by now. Vanny walks in the room, softly knocking on the door. “Mr. Afton?” She walks up behind him, and gently places her hand on his shoulder. Having completely zoned out, he jumps at the touch of her hand. She jerks her hand back. “M-Mr. Afton-! I’m so sorry, did I wake you?” While they were ‘friends’, Vanny’s voice still trembled whenever addressing him. She knew all that he had done in the past, and was terrified of what he would be capable of doing now that he was immortal and essentially invincible. William, however, didn’t respond in his usual manner. “Vanessa,” he gives her a small weak smile. He doesn’t face her directly. He simply looks back at her using only his eyes. His piercing, icy blue eyes. “It’s nearly midnight.” She wrung her hands. “Shouldn’t we be leaving soon?”

“Yes. Worry not, we will be heading out soo-”

He abruptly stops speaking. He looks a bit dazed for a moment before quickly bringing his hand to his face, pinching his nose. “Ht’nnt-!” It is almost silent. “Ht’nxxt!! ‘nxxT -nnt!” And again. “hhHt’nkkt!!”

“Bless you,” Vanny says softly. He lets go of his nose, which is now a warm pink, and sniffles as he wipes his nose on the back of his hand. “Hhh, thank…thank you.” At last, he turns in his chair to face her. Vanny is worried by the sight of him. His cheeks are a touch of pink, and so does his nose, although his nose is a brighter shade. The parts of his face that aren’t flushed somehow look even more pale than they usually do. The dark circles under his eyes are more noticeable than normal. Tiny droplets of sweat are present on his forehead. Almost by instinct, she reaches up and gently presses the back of her hand against his forehead. “Mr Afton, you look awful. Are you feeling alright?” Realizing that she literally just reached up and touched his face without any sort of warning, she panics and quickly tries to jerk her hand away. Before she can fully pull her hand away, William reaches up and presses the palm of her hand against his cheek, sighing happily. Vanny blushes, shocked by the intimate gesture. He closes his eyes and lowers his head. He looks very happy to say the least. “Your hand,” he says quietly. “It feels really warm. It feels nice.”

“Your face is very warm, too. And not in a good way.” She lets him hold her hand and uses her other hand to feel his forehead again, now assuming that he doesn’t mind her touching his face. “You have a fever. I’m sure of it.” She removes her hand from his forehead and moves his hair so it isn’t covering his eyes. “Mmhm,” he hums in agreement, although she is quite sure that he isn’t paying all that much attention to what she is saying. She laughs softly. “Come on, let's go home.”

Vanny helps walk him into the house. Leaving her side, William walks away and flops face first onto the couch. He looks pretty comfortable. Vanny giggles. She isn’t used to seeing him so relaxed. Usually when he interacts with others, he lacks much emotion and is very curt. Any time someone tries to care for him or assist him with something non-work related, he snaps at them to leave him alone. With her he is usually a bit more friendly, but not much. Tonight, he had been everything but that. He even smiled at her. Vanny walks over to the couch and sits down next to him. William helps himself and rests his head on her lap. She lets out a small squeak, shocked at the fact that he is being so affectionate. She sighs and begins gently scratching his head. He smiles. “We should probably get some medicine for you.” William hums softly. “I’m fiiine.” He closes his eyes, sighing softly. Vanny sighs. “Alright. If you say so.” She didn’t want to challenge him on anything, so as not to take his gentle and chill attitude for granted.

They are silent for a good ten minutes before William starts sniffling. Vanny looks down at him. He is rubbing his face with the back of his hand, his nose clearly irritated. William eventually gives up, deciding that his efforts to relieve the itchy tickling sensation in his nose are fruitless. He looks adorable, Vanny thinks. She gently presses the tip of his nose with her index finger. “h’EHshhSS!” Vanny jumps slightly. “Oh. Bless you.”

“Mmm..what was thah for?” He grumbles sleepily. “Sorry. You just looked so cute. Your nose was twitching like a little bunny.” Vanny giggles. William rolls over to face up at her, his eyes still closed. “Could you..do it again?” She is a bit surprised, and pretty confused. “What, why would you want-”

“My nose..it’s still itchy. I need to sneeze. Please…” He opens his eyes looking up at her, his eyes practically begging for her to do something. Vanny can’t help but feel bad for him. “Alright.” She takes her thumb and index finger and begins gently rubbing the sides of his nose.He sniffles a few times as she continues to gently touch his nose. “I-is this helping? Is it working?” He sniffles once again. “Y-yeah, snff, sorta.” Vanny moves from the sides of his nose to the base, just below his nostrils. “Oh- hihh right sndff there..” She continues rubbing his nose, a bit harder this time. William’s breath is hitching. He tilts his head back, before inhaling sharply. “Hh’Gggshhs!! HGg’essh!! EH-shhiis! Ht’chh ‘chtt!!” He tries his best to avoid spraying Vanny, although he still gets her a little. Vanny lifts his head off of her lap. “I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go find some tissues.” She quickly rushes out of the living room to go and search for tissues.

William sits up, holding his nose shut as he continues to sneeze wetly. “hMP’tchh! Ht’CHH!! T’chh k‘chh -gSHH!!” Vanny comes back with a box of tissues and sits back down on the couch. She hugs William, leaning him back in her arms. She holds the box of tissues out in front of him. He quickly grabs one and holds it up to his face. “H’ppshh!! Hh’IISHH!!” He sighs, having been able to finally catch his breath. He rubs his nose with the tissue. His nose is revealed to be much more pink than it was before. He sniffles, draping his arms on Vanny’s shoulders, holding on to her like a sloth. He rests his head on her shoulder, closing his eyes. “ I’mb sorry sndDF for..snff sneezigg on you.” Vanny chuckles softly. “It’s alright. I don’t mind.” She rubs his head and begins playing with his hair. Laying down, she holds onto William and hugs him close. “Try and get some sleep, alright?” William hums in response. It isn’t long before she hears him softly snoring. She smiles, kissing the top of his head. “Sleep well, Mr. Afton.”

#snzblr #five nights / at freddys #snz #snzfucker #snzkink #wil/liam af/ton #va/nn/y #snzfic #snz blog

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hannahhook7744 · 4 months

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Yen Sid and Quinlynn Hearts Headcanons;

His full name is Yaz Sorcerer of Enchania.

Lil Yaz is a childhood nickname and his wrapper name.

He has two maternal cousins under the name of Zim and Zam and one paternal cousin named 'Calista'.

He is the son of Yzma and Cedric the sorcerer of Enchania.

He has two siblings (Yzla and Zevon).

His mom's nickname for him is 'Little Cat'.

He is 19 years old in d1.

Lil Yaz died of Appendicitis before Wicked World.

He is more morally grey/neutral than his cousins and siblings.

He was a laid-back guy and often came off as apathetic to those around him.

He was more focused on living his life to the fullest when he was alive.

He was the closest to Yzla when he died.

He collabed with the Bad Apples a few time and was apart of Harriet Hook's crew.

Lil Yaz has a pet cat named 'Maisy'.

He was apart of the isle santa intuitive.

He was really good with kids.

Lil Yaz always wanted to see the cats of the world and the Kuzcovian Empire if he ever got off the isle but he was never able to.

He had a crush on Diego but was turned down.

This led to him being too nervous to ask Quinlynn Hearts out and led to him putting it off until he was unable to (due to his death).

He was very close to his mother and a tad resentful towards his father because he could leave the isle when the rest of the family couldn't.

He was taken to the isle in year 2 when he was a year old.

His favorite colors are blue, purple, and gold.

He hates his maternal grandmother but loves everyone else in his family.

Her full name is Princess Quinlynn Mirana Hearts of Wonderland.

She has two younger siblings. A brother named Hart who is in Uma's crew and a sister named Red (who goes on to time travel in Rise of Red). She also has an older brother named Jack somewhere and some cousins.

Despite the fact they look nothing alike, they are all actually full-blooded siblings (as far as they know anyway).

She is apart of Harriet's crew and works at her mother's saloon.

She likes doing nails, playing cards, baking, potions making, chemistry, doing hair (especially crazy hair), listening to music, and dancing.

She bitter and disillusioned with love because not only did Lil Yaz die before she could tell him how she felt but after she tried moving on with Cheekbones Stabbington, he died too.

After losing them, she swore she'd never love again and she might just keep that promise.

After losing Lil Yaz, she and Yzma fell into a kind of tradition where they have tea and spinach puffs on Friday nights and reminisce about him. These nights almost always end with both of them in tears.

Quinlynn also goes to a grief counseling group once every two months with her crew mate, A.J Slade, her almost sister in law, Comsia Athanasiou, and others like them who've lost their romantic partners. They meet in secret.

She likes Pop music but prefers rap and jazz.

I'll add more if I think of any.

and

Milo Manheim as Lil Yaz.

Piper Curda as Quinlynn Hearts (suggested by and the edit made by @darkshadow7 ).

#descendants #disney descendants #melissa de la cruz #disney #descendants au #wicked world #disney descendants au #lil yaz #quinlynn Hearts #lil yaz son of yzma #descendants headcanons #disney descendants headcanons #etc

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sapporo-division · 7 months

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Relationship: Family - Yuki Kuraokami

Alexander (White) Kuraokami (56 years old) — Yuki’s father. He’s british businessman who rarely shows emotions just like Yuki. He works as the president of WHITE Co. that runs a luxurious cars & sportscars manufacture company and whom Yuki have barely seen him for a long time. He wasn’t close to his dad after being apart in working overseas for a long time. His dad was always busy with his own business and didn’t bother come to visit the family together during holidays or day offs. Sadly his father rarely sees or knows his own children, one of them had a bad relationship. Deep down it almost made his frozen heart shattered knowing that his father completely forgotten about caring of his own family so Yuki tried many attempts to reconnecting him through phone calls, messages and asking his own siblings if they can contact him, telling him that he should come home to see his children (or at least Yuki as well) but apparently his dad doesn’t have time to contact him and Yuki had no choice but to give up on him and pray for a miracle of his dad to realize what’s more important in his life.

Kimiko Kuraokami (49 years old) — Yuki’s mother. Kimiko works as Chief of the Chuohku Foreign Affairs and is a member of the Party of Word who gained the position of international connections with all around the world. Kimiko is a Japanese women where she resides in Japan like Yuki. She came from a traditional wealthy family, growing up to be intelligent, cunning, and refined noble lady in understanding the harsh side of the world works. When she was in England, she and Alexander met through an arranged marriage from their respective fathers for both families tied together and became business partners but in the condition to use Kuraokami as the family name. She is stern and always serious, following to her family’s harsh rules on doing whatever what’s best to be in top for the family even if it means putting her children to a strict discipline. Same with his dad, he barely seen his mom due to her work as Chuoku member dealing with other countries issues but they’re still in contact sometimes through phone calls and sometimes they would meet up. He kind of admires and respect his mom wholeheartedly but sometimes he doesn’t like her ways & beliefs in conquering Japan by Otome’s words, hoping his mom could see the right path

Morine Kuraokami (29 years old) — Yuki’s younger brother. He is one of the family member whom Yuki is close with. He resides in UK living with his siblings, working as the Secretary of WHITE Co. even though Yuki and Morine live far apart, they still have a good brotherly bond and they sometimes contact with eachother. He is gentle and well-mannered man who treats people with kindness but hates to get involve with disputes or taking sides. He cares Yuki a lot as much as his other siblings. In the past, Avaron and Yuki were treated strictly by their mom, forcing them to study and excel all subjects from school to be a successful sons of Kuraokami family however he still isn’t quiet smart or talented as his older brother. Both ended up working with their father’s company. After Yuki left the household moving to Japan, Morine was the only one will take responsible in looking after his siblings on doing his best to be a good big brother for them. Morine deeply cares his siblings but on the other hand he has mixed feelings towards his parents from parental neglection and being taught to respect and love their parents as what every children must do

Torvald Kuraokami (27 years old) — Yuki’s second younger brother. He doesn’t have a job however he is a biker spending all his life traveling around the world. He is very cheeky, carefree, and enjoys toying people. Yuki also had a good relationship with Torvald although they havent made contact with eachother for a very long time. The reason he became a biker is because Torvald used to have a huge arguement with his parents (mainly his mom) how they pushed him too hard to be successful as his older brothers however Torvald had enough of living up to his parents expectations from him which gives him the guts to rebel against them by leaving the household. Until now Torvald is quiet happy with his freedom lifestyle even if he still have a bad relationship with his parents and wouldn’t want to go back to the family as long as they’re alive. Despite that, he still love Torvald while behind that band boy facade, Torvard admits he misses his family a lot

An Kuraokami (22 years old) — Yuki’s younger sister. She is a university student but she rather to stay with her family’s home instead of college dormitory. She is a easy-going and friendly young woman who can be easily to talk with, especially gets along with her siblings. She also shown to be a mature young woman on the surface however only her family knows she’s actually a loud person, spoiling her younger siblings with a big-sister love except Yuki. Between him and Alice, their relationship were more like a comical sibling rivalry were they endlessly belittle each other. She enjoys bullying and teases him by commenting shameless remarks (being old, always frowns, virgin bachelor, King Arthur’s simp and who knows what). It’s probably because she was jealous how the rest of the siblings adored Yuki more than her but despite the constant tease, he does care about Alice even if he has to tolerate her teasing but that doesn’t mean he won’t back down the fight, same goes to her though. As she was raised as a noble and taught how to deal with the harsh lifestyle world, she won’t be afraid to get her hands dirty like for example, her hobby is film making so she secretly hid her phone away from anyone eyes without noticing they were video recorded and use those videos to make into a film (definitely use for blackmail, bribe or make fun of them)

Avaron Kuraokami (18 years old) — Yuki’s third younger brother. He’s a high school student who’d soon to be graduated. Avaron is generally quiet and intelligent young boy, consider himself to be the brightest & talented student in his school but has a hidden arrogant rich kid attitude that he often look down on others and makes this very clear through frequent patronizing comments. He may be blunt and not afraid to express his thoughts but his delivery tends to come off as rude although he acts politely only towards his family except Eri & Erity for constantly pranking him. He also deeply respects and admires his dad & Yuki to the point he wanted to be cool as them so he puts on an effort to act mature and reserved as them. As an older brother, Yuki cares about Avaron even couldn’t help to praises his efforts although he worried about his bad attitude, thinking he won’t have friends like him for the rest of his life so he usually tend to give him a wise advice of changing himself

Eri & Erity Kuraokami (15 years old) — Yuki’s identical twin younger sisters. They are a high school students and currently reside in UK with the rest of the siblings. Eri and Erity are a energetic and playful pair, enjoying doing impressions of each other and they share Torvald’s cheeky personality of teasing people out of fun. They are also mischievous troublemakers who likes to make silly pranks towards any target they’re interested; one of them had to put up with them was Avaron. It has been shown that they’re identically playful however both of their characteristics are greatly different from each other as Eri being more outgoing and dependable person for her younger twin to count on while Erity is a pleasant person, acting in a selfless and sweet manner whom her older twin cared so much (even being overprotective). Yuki loves their twin younger sisters and enjoys going along with their antics, knowing that their pranks didn’t cause harms way while the twins also loves him. They pretty much can understand his true feelings with his cold expression showing. After they heard their brother participate DRB tournament, the twins wanted to cheer him on

Madoka Kuraokami (10 years old) — Yuki’s fourth younger sister. She is a energetic little girl with a gigantic heart. She loves cute things and dollies but most importantly her greatest love is her family. Yuki adores his little sister however his time with Madoka was short, only during vacation that he rarely spend time with her. Even though he is still close to her and does have time playing pretend (though he wasn’t fond of it) with her. Surprisingly she is smart but not too smart though and eloquent, able to talk down anyone with her sass although she’s naive of her parents neglecting them for a long time. Her older siblings would make make up white lies for her to believe they were always busy from work just to save Madoka’s young innocent heart but those little white lie didn’t fool her at all. In fact, she already get a hint by their obvious absence however she chose to pretend she didn’t know anything. The reason she’s doing it because as an older sister of Hikaru, she too wants to protect his innocent heart

Hikaru Kuraokami (7 years old) — Yuki’s fourth younger brother. He is a sweet innocent boy who is generally shy however he is actually quiet friendly and very curious on things whenever he set his eyes on. For example, he has a fondness with insects & rodents that he wasn’t concern of touching a tarantula or bringing bunch of rats to his home which brought the maids and his siblings to be creeped out of his morbid interests. He’s very close to his siblings and also misses Yuki a lot. Hikaru fully admires Yuki and they get along well although there are times he got scared of him whenever he sees his big brother because of his cold expressions; even though it’s only his normal expression that he couldn’t help to cry over it. Regardless, he knows his big brother wouldn’t hurt him or anyone because he is a kind brother to him. He is also very naive of his parents neglecting them for a long time. His older siblings would also make up white lies for him to believe they were always busy from work just to save Haruki’s young innocent heart unlike Madoka.

#hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #oc division #sapporo division #polar knights #yuki kuraokami #family relationship #it’s one big family for Kuraokami family

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masschase · 2 months

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for the ask meme: matt and casey, 55. tracing the lines on the other’s hand :]

This got so long... but then it is me we're talking about 😅

'Touching' prompts list (will accept more!)

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Heart Line

It really should have been Nyte Blayde night.

It was Friday, after all, and they weren't all the way through their second watch of it yet. However, the moment the Boss had confided in her partner that she'd actually never seen Tron: Legacy, there'd pretty much been no doubt how they were going to be spending their evening. She'd suggested they cuddle up in bed to watch it, mostly so if she got bored it wouldn't be so hard to distract him toward something else, but so far, the movie didn't seem too terrible.

“So this is the guy that made you decide to start puttin’ blue lights on everythin’, huh?” Casey commented matter-of-factly as they watched the protagonist.

“And made it evident I like men.” Matt pointed out with a smirk.

“What made it evident you also like women?” she asked offhandedly. He raised his eyebrows and nodded at the other figure on screen. “Oh yeah.” she chuckled, remembering. “Well... thank you Quorra, I guess.” she said, faux saluting her.

Matt let out a slight chuckle too and took her left hand in his since his right was already around her shoulders. Rather than just holding it though, he began to sweep his thumb along her palm, inevitably catching the lines on it and starting to trace across them one by one. Her hand began to tingle slightly at the touch.

“Mmm.” she purred, glancing down at what he was doing. “That feels nice baby.”

“Yeah?” he replied, smiling and continuing to make his way along them. After a moment he stopped and began to stroke back and forth in the same spot.“I like this line.” he mused. “Sounds a little ridiculous but it's on this top bit of your palm so it’s all... squishy.”. He demonstrated by giving that part of her hand a little squeeze.

Casey glanced down. “Ah see, that is my heart line." she told him. "If you look, it's actually really splintered cause I have y'know... like a shitload of emotional trauma.”. Matt looked over at her, a mixture of confused by the relevance and sympathetic, but she honestly didn't feel the need to talk it through right now, so she shrugged it off and finished her explanation. “And it's up real close to my fingers because I usually suppress my emotions, find it hard to express ‘em, all that shit?”. He knew it better than anyone, if the time they spent dancing around each other before they got together was any indication.

“Love, I don’t want to be an arsehole, but I genuinely don’t know what you’re talking about.” Matt admitted in an amused tone, letting go of her hand and pulling her closer to plant a gentle kiss into the side of her hair.

She sighed, knowing it was stupid but she’d started the tangent now so she might as well get into it. “Look, there used to be this little uh... psychic place back in Stilwater.” she explained. “I didn’t have any money but the lady in there read my palm a little anyway.”. She paused. “She also...said I had poor circulation ‘cause my hands were so cold.” she muttered absent-mindedly.

Matt scoffed slightly. “OK, I’ll give her the last part.” he conceded. “But you know I think that sort of thing’s bollocks.”

“Hey, so do I.” Casey insisted a little defensively, but her eyes did flick over to some of the little good luck charms she’d accumulated over the years that were pinned to a board on their wall, aware that maybe that wasn’t entirely true.

“Right, so all those arguments about ghosts we had were, what, foreplay?” he asked, drawing back a little with a raise of his eyebrows.

“Matt, I swear to god, I’m time jumpin’ us to Old Stilwater some time and this whole damn thing's bein’ put to rest.” she replied.

“Well I look forward to that.” he replied calmly, but there was definitely a tiny hint of smugness to it.

She rolled her eyes slightly. There was a lot of shit she wouldn't have believed had it not directly happened to her, so she didn't feel the need to convince him right this second. But she knew what she’d fucking seen. At least she... was pretty sure. Maybe. Either way, it wasn’t really the point right now. “Look, I don’t believe in all this palm shit now.” she clarified. “But uh... I was 12 so... I may have gotten a little into it after that. I... took the book out from the library, started copying out all the pages and shit...”

“Oh my god.” Matt replied, bringing the knuckle of his index finger to his mouth to stifle a laugh.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m lame.” she replied. “Remind me what you were doin’ at 12 again?” she asked sarcastically, nodding at the screen.

“Trying to hack into The Pentagon, mostly.” Matt pointed out. He paused for a moment. “Go on then, trainee palm reader lady.” he suggested teasingly, offering her his free hand. “Tell me what mine says.”

She took it in both of hers and began to run her fingers over his palm, but she couldn’t resist getting him back. “Huh...” she mused. “Interesting. Says here you were a little bitch when you were a teenager.”

“Oi!” Matt responded, pulling his hand back faux defensively, although he was laughing slightly. “Sorry for trying to indulge your highly scientific pastime.”

Casey laughed along with him. “Baby, c’mon, I couldn’t waste that opportunity.” she laughed. “OK, imma do it for real.” she assured, reaching for his hand once more.

"Real...?" Matt replied sceptically, but he let her take it. She traced the lines more thoughtfully this time. She watched out of the corner of her eye as it made him smile and shift his shoulders a little, obviously finding the sensation rather pleasant. “Well, your head line’s super long.” she explained. “Means you’re smart but like... you overthink shit sometimes.”

“Are you actually reading this or do you just so happen to have met me before?” Matt joked.

She gave him an amused look before glancing back down. “But look, see, you’re also super creative because it curves down a lot.”

“Oh yes, I’m quite the artist in my spare time.” he continued sarcastically, leaning his head back against the headboard, looking entertained.

“I meant with your simulations and shit.” she pointed out. “Although one could argue your fanfic also-“

“Yes, I think you’ve made quite enough jokes about my fanfic, thank you very much.” Matt muttered quickly. He was blushing a little but was comfortable enough with her at this point that he didn’t seem as embarrassed as he once was about it. “Let me see; saliva isn’t lube, don’t use “raven-haired” so much, and you think I need to get some dick.”

Casey bit at her lip, smirking a little. “Well I mean, I was just gonna say the whole setup for Nyte Blayde and Ryder, the character who has the greatest resemblance to you in the entire show by the way, to fuck in the secret lair was pretty creative.” she pointed out. “But good to see you were listenin’ I guess.” She smirked over at him, then returned to looking at the lines before he could further protest. “Ooh, OK, so, your heart line starts in the middle of your palm, that means you fall in love pretty easily.”

“Well... that’s not... entirely untrue.” he admitted.

“Matt that’s probably gonna be the most accurate thing on here.” she teased. “Oh, but it also touches your life line, so you also get your heart broken pretty easily.”

“I can’t tell if you’re supposedly reading it, making it up, or just taking the piss now.” Matt admitted.

“Sweetie, if I was makin’ it up I’d be waaaay more flattering.” Casey admitted, repositioning her head on his shoulder.

“Isn’t that the whole point of these sorts of things?” he pointed out. “Telling people what they want to hear?”

“Well...” she relented. “Maybe if you were paying me.”

“Could be using it to get into my pants.” he teased in a slightly flirty tone, glancing across at her.

“You aren’t wearing pants.” she pointed out.

“Yeah I am.” he replied, releasing his hand from hers and snapping at the waistband of his boxers to prove the point. “I’m not wearing trousers.”

“Not this bullshit again...” she chuckled, squishing the area of his palm just under his index finger. “Hmm, well this says you’ve got a bit of an ego?" she said, raising her brows a little to feign suprise as she looked back to him. She caught the rather intense blue of his eyes and suddenly wasn't so focused on looking at his hand anymore. “But you’re also... real easy to talk to...” she continued. “Sweet... loyal... funny...”. She reached over and pushed his hair back off his face with her free hand before continuing. “You’re all... passionate about your special interests and shit.”. She looked over at him with a fond smile. “You’re just really fuckin’ cool, Matt.”

Matt looked genuinely touched, a far softer smile lighting up his features in return than the chuckles and smirks they'd been enticing from each other. “Well.” he said gently. “I suppose, coming from the Emperor herself, that means a lot.”. He paused and moved his hand to interlink his fingers with hers. “I love you, Cass.”

“I love you too, Matty.” she replied.

He used the arm around her shoulders to pull her towards him and towards him for a soft, slow kiss. That genuine smile was still present when they parted. “You know sometimes I still find it hard to believe you do.” he admitted. “After how long it took to get us here and everything.”

“Yeah, well...” she replied, stroking the hand along his face and catching sight of the little line that had started this whole discussion, then catching his gaze again and smiling. “You make it real easy.”

#not fully edited #wrote this in bits and pieces throughout the day it was fun!#i want to start writing more for them again #thanks for the prompt! :3 #matt: *is british* casey: really? again?#writing #matt x casey #sr boss: casey clark #matt miller #post-sriv #saints row #saints row boss

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apersonwholikeslotus · 1 year

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'Just Shoes'

Pairing: A side of AusHun (not the main focus though)

Warning: Alcohol mention.

Notes: okay so, I was having feelings about baby Liechtenstein and her stuffy Austrian dad, and then I was listening to My Fair Lady, and then I'm also writing stuff for my friends as a Christmas present. And this happened, first thing I've been able to finish in a week. Enjoy.

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Erzsébet walked through the house wiping her hands on her apron while looking to make sure she didn't miss anything. She liked to tease Roderick far too often that being his lover should come with 'not being the maid anymore' privileges, but she also knew she would be bored without the daily chores. Speaking of though, she couldn't seem to find Roderick or Liesl anywhere. Usually Roderick would come around by this point insisting she had done enough for the day; or Liesl would show up wanting to help. Something Erzí never let her do. She didn't mind it anymore, but she was also insistent Liesl wouldn't end up working for someone else. Her excuse for the six year old was always something along the lines of 'What if your prince shows up? Will you want to be covered in dust to see him?' it always worked.

Her wandering took her to the side of the house with the ballroom. The large room wasn't used often... but Roderick was one for parties so whenever he decided to have one on a whim she preferred to not have to clean it when there were other things to do. She hated the parties, having to dress up and be overly nice to people she hated. Roderick and Liesl both adored them though, well, Liesl adored watching people show up for them. The girl had to go to bed before it even officially started, she had been excited about her 'debut to society' for years already. She asked every year without fail when she could go to her first one; and Roderick told her every year without fail as soon as she was sixteen.

"No, no, no, your timing is off!" Erzsébet stopped at the closed door, listening, Roderick's voice was easy to identify inside. She assumed it was Adéla he was scolding, he always claimed she embarrassed him at balls.

"But papa! You're doing the counting!" Instead of hearing the Bohemian woman she heard her daughter, giggling as she argued with her father.

There was a loud huff, "You can't blame your partner for your own shortcomings,"

Erzsébet heard the counting resume, along with footsteps far too heavy to be her lovers. She listened as the counting died out replaced with humming; Liesl started singing mimicking the sounds the song would make on a piano.

"See" The footsteps stopped with Rodericks voice, "That's where you lose your stride, when you start singing"

"I can't stay quiet, you hum, and mama sings when you two dance"

"Your mother and I can keep our step," she listened as the steps continued this time with Liesl counting out loud, Erzí opened the door just a crack looking in. She tried not to laugh as she saw Liesl standing on Roderick's feet; stepping in unison with him. They went through the motions a few times, she recognized quite quickly they were doing the waltz.

"Finally!" Roderick exclaimed, "I've never seen so much potential, just a little more practice and you'll be a dancing protégé"

"Really?"

"Absolutely. Don't you think so, liebling?" Roderick looked towards the door making it known that he had seen her. Erzí opened the door the rest of the way, coming into the room as Roderick picked up Liesl.

"Of course, we should just go ahead and send you to France to learn ballet," Erzsébet teased lightly, watching as Liesl held onto her father tighter.

"Please don't" both her parents quickly assured her she wasn't going anywhere, not as long as they could help it, calming Liesl down quite fast.

"What were you two doing in here exactly?" Erzsébet asked, trying to play it off as if she hadn't been watching them for the past ten minutes.

"Obviously I was teaching her how to dance, our princess needs to be well versed in many things" Roderick almost rehearsed the line, it was heard at least once a day in their household both them, and the other people living with them stating it. Liesl was Roderick and Erzsébet's daughter but by now she was being raised by everyone in the house. The theory that everyone would stop cooing over her after they got used to her presence, turned out to be completely incorrect. Even with Adéla who claimed to hate both the girl's parents with every ounce of her being.

Erzsébet knew her partner though, and knew dancing and now holding Liesl however small she may be was tiring him out quickly. "Edesem, why don't you go find Emma and see if she has anything for you to do?"

At the mention of the Flemish woman, Liesl half wiggled out of her fathers arms running for the hall with both her parents yelling after her to not run in the house.

As soon as Roderick was sure his daughter was gone, he simply sat down on the floor, immediately eliciting a laugh from Erzsébet.

"That tired are we?" she asked him, sitting down next to him.

He nodded, "She has endless amounts of energy, I swear it comes from your side"

"Oh I don't think so," she countered him, "Maybe she got it from your brother"

Roderick groaned, "Don't ever make me think about Liesl inheriting anything from any of my siblings ever again"

She rolled her eyes at him a little, thinking him being overdramatic. "She has endless energy because she's six Kedvesem"

"I am aware..." he trailed off for a moment, "You're sure you want another one?"

"I want three more" Erzsébet quickly countered,

"Three!" Roderick laid down completely putting his hand to his forehead, "I think I need a beer to even deal with the thought"

She laughed at him again, "That's what you said when we found out we were expecting Liesl"

"No, then I needed a beer and a chair," He jokingly patted the ground, "Now I'm already sitting so I just need the beer"

"You love her" she smiled at him.

"I never said I don't" Roderick countered, sitting back up.

"Let me finish, I know you love her because you danced with her, letting her scuff your favorite pair of shoes"

"They're just shoes,"

Erzsébet hummed, "They're never 'just shoes' with you."

#tw: alchohol mention #cw: alcohol mention #hetalia #aph austria #hws austria #aph hungary #hws hungary #aph liechtenstein #hws liechtenstein #aushun #ig #hetalia fic

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ladydelaisol · 1 year

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An intriguing team

So yesterday I had an idea for PMD2 one shot so here it is.

Note/Summary: Takes places during the early parts of chapter ten so the PMD hero’s identity isn’t reveled to Dusknoir yet. This told from Dusknoir’s POV and it’s about his perspective of my PMD2 hero (Clara the Skitty) and her partner (Echo the Piplup) before the reveal. Also, there’s no dialogue in this one shot.

Excuse me for any mistakes, also excuse me if Dusknoir is OOC

Word count: 658

My current time in the past so far has been interesting. Part of me wishes I could stay for as long as I desired, and yet I know I could only be here for as long as the mission could last. Besides, I try my hardest not to bond with the Pokemon of the past as it would be irrelevant, and yet I find the Pokemon of the past to be intriguing.

Due to my reputation of being a famous explorer, many have come to talk to me. They have complimented and praised me for my duties, and they have always liked to share stories. At times, I would simply just nod and smile to their praises, but deep down, I know I am not worthy of happiness.

I have also engaged in conversations with many exploration teams. For the most part, they seem to be no different from the common Pokemon. However, one team was different from the rest.

From what I could tell, they were a rookie exploration team run by two females, a Piplup and a Skitty working under the guild. Despite that, they seem to work hard to their best to become more recognizable.

The Piplup Echo is a timid yet determined young lady. She is full of excitement, yet she also has quite the maternal side despite her young age. While it is not clear how old she is, from my observation that she is an adult or close to being one.

She always has a smile on her face every time she sees me. She tends to ask me if she could have a moment of my time in a polite manner. She has easily shown how mature she is, which makes her a more interesting Pokemon to talk to during my time in the past. I do end up smiling anytime I see her as well.

On the other hand, her partner seemed to be the complete polar opposite, at least when it comes to our relationship. From just observation, she seemed to be more serious, stern, quiet, and even more independent and mature compared to Echo. There was no doubt she was the same age as her partner.

Strangely enough, she barely engages in any conversation with me and only gives me looks from time to time. At first, I thought she was like this to any Pokemon in general. However, when she is not around me, she seems to be a lot sweeter and kinder to other Pokemon. She even laughs and shows a ton of support.

This means she only acts this way towards me. It is if she doesn't trust me for some reason. However, I suppose not everyone would care or trust me off the bat, so this does not bother me, and yet there is something familiar about her. However, I don't even know her name, nor have I ever met another Skitty.

She is fascinating for a Skitty. From what I have heard, they are more playful and hyperactive for the most part, but this one is far from that. They are also not common around these parts, which made her more intriguing.

Despite her lack of trust, the Skitty doesn’t seem to mind when her partner and I talk to each other, though she’s always by her side, as if she is protective of her. In my opinion, it makes her a good partner, and they seem to have a trusted bond, which is a great thing for an exploration team.

I do not think the Skitty would ever warm up to me, but I would not mind if she ever decided to change her mind. Nevertheless, in the end, I doubt it matters. Eventually I would complete my mission and leave for my timeline. More than likely, I will never see these ladies again, but for the brief moments I have interacted with them, I would not say my time was wasted.

#pokemon #pokemon mystery dungeon #pmd #pmd2 #writing #pmd dusknoir #pmd explorers #del writes #also wow first story post #no dialogue

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 11 months

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||Horror Book Chapter 5: A Hacker kidnapping Part 2||

*Waving* Hi dears, I'm back with another chapter to the horror book. It seems I still will continue this like I said but I was lost on what to write. So, lets see what this chapter presents. If you wish to read the others so far, chapter list is down below.

~~Book chapters~~

Horror book one: Bloody game of Hide and seek

Horror book two: Darkness of one self

Horror book three: How to Be Evil: Scared Straight Beyond Prank Part 1 and Part 2

Horror book four: Hunting grounds

Horror book five: A hacker's kidnapping part one

((Your reading horror book 5 part two right now))

||Warning||

~Will have horror in the drabble

~Blood and maybe gore will be seen in this

~Scary themes will be also seen as well

~Dark themed is present in this drabble

~~Drabble Summary~~

After being kidnapped, Fosh and Mouse wakes up to see they were in some unknown place. Wrists tied and looking like they were trapped. However, a familiar face was seen startling the hackers. BLT has been the one that kidnapped them and now he's ready to do some experimenting. Now the hackers are on the run from this man. Wanna know how it goes? Read to find out.

((Guests in this drabble))

Jellyfish belongs to my rp partner/friend @demon-blood-youths

Mouse belongs to me and a guest visit from BLT a NPC villain from a old thread will be showing up.

((Just a heads up: Grammar is not good and their will be heavy mistakes but this was written for fun so please enjoy. ))

Heavy panting was heard in the hallway of this place with Fosh and Mouse running to get away from BLT. This place was pretty dark with light dim lighting and their was many electronics around. However, that was not important! They had to get away from him before he catches them!

"We need to find a way out of this hallway! Maybe we can find a computer to contact someone!" he said running even with their wrists tied together with rope still.

"I know we should find something hopefully but we need to get rid of these ropes!" she said but as the two get to a door, she tries to open it only to see it locked.

"Damn locked!" she said struggling trying to open it but Fosh was trying to help her to hear some laughter from behind them. Both Fosh and Mouse looks seeing BLT rushing towards them.

"Come back my beautiful new toys!!! I just wanna cut into you and rip you to bits!" he laughed but the two looks around trying to find a way out till Fosh noticed another door to grab Mouse by the arm to gently push her to the right. "Here, go in here!" He said as the two run into a door but they quickly shut the door and lock it behind to move away from the door. BLT looks around in that area but he was looking seeing his normal machines to laugh.

"Ohhh new toysssssss come out, come out, where ever you are....." He sings out looking around in the hall but didn't know they ran into the right room. Fosh and Mouse was quiet hiding behind a wall but they held their breaths, feeling their hearts pounding in their chests.

"........."

"........"

Fosh and Mouse looks seeing the small window in the door but their was some lights flickering but they didn't say anything to tense seeing BLT's shadow before hiding again. Fosh was scared but he looks away to see they were in some room but it was bigger. The room had screens with static or just turned off. A table was there with something laying on top. Some surgical tools sitting in water that was bloody. Seeing all this made Fosh pale but he slowly didn't want to know before Mouse keeps looking seeing BLT's shadow slowly walking off. She lets out a shaky breath to see that but closes her eyes.

"Geez, that was too close.." she softly said nervous. "Come on Fosh, we need to keep moving to get out of here." she reaches to touch his shoulder as he grabs her wrists to look ahead.

"M..Mouse....." she looks down to him but then looks at what he was seeing. Her own eyes widen seeing the room but it looks to be some lap.

"W..what is this?" she asked disturbed to see the area even the blotches of blood as well. The two hackers looks around but this place already gave bad vibes. The two slowly shook their heads looking around to try finding a way out. They step forward into the lab passing the bloody mess of tools and items even the table with something laying on it. The thing looked human judging by the form. However, when checked closely, she sees blood blotches on the sheets and even more at the top.

"......D..do you think that's.." Fosh started to say but Mouse was too nervous to answer. "......Mouse?"

"..I..I don't know but I get this sick feeling of my answer being true..." she looks away but looks to Fosh. "C...come on, we need to keep moving." she said as the two hackers walk but they did see a knife near by so Mouse carefully reaches to pick it up and start trying to cut Fosh's ropes loose. He waited not looking around this place but he did see the ropes cut rubbing his wrists that showed some rope burn. He then takes the knife to start cutting Mouse's ropes.

He was focused on cutting the ropes but Mouse was worried, feeling his hands shaking. He was scared and she was too. They were not expecting to be in this mess and yet here they are.They couldn't even do anything thanks to the shots BLT gave them so they were powerless but for how long? When he was done freeing her, Mouse gently takes his hand to have Fosh look.

"Fosh?"

"........"

"Fosh..Look at me..." she sees him slowly look up. "Trust me, I'm scared as fuck myself because I was not expecting this to happen. But believe me, we will get out of this..." she said hoping to help calm him down but even he was worried.

"I know I just......*Sighs* I'm just shocked that crazy psycho has been trying to find us all this time and now he wants to cut us up....that's just wrong. So fucking wrong.." he shudders and yet Mouse rubs her arms thinking the same.

"Well, as I did warn back then when we did that mission, he is always like that. But we did stop him from doing damage to the cyber world Fosh but now..seems he's been busy. But right now, we have to keep away from him and find a way out. We can't let him catch us." she knew that if he did, they would be fucked. For now, they had to keep moving.

"R..right..right..." He sighed but he saw Mouse look at him but takes his hand. They keep moving through the lab together now passing more of the tables near by. More things were drenched in blood but the two passed a certain one to tense. A human hand was seen under the sheet but their fingers were missing. Mouse and Fosh said nothing but they slowly keep moving not wanting to look anymore. As they pass more tables, more body parts were seen with some mission or in jars and tubes. Just what the hell was BLT doing? Kidnapping hackers to rip them apart? Or was it for something worse. As they keep walking, the two hackers stop seeing a door!

"Oh thank god. We can get out of this lab. Come on Fosh." she said gently pulling him as they get to the door. They get to the door but sees that it was unlocked. Mouse and Fosh look at one another then looks to reach to grab the door handle and turning it. The creek of the door was heard as the two look seeing another room but two more doors.

It was dark in this room with the only light from where they are showing inside. Both the hackers walk through but Mouse begins looking for a light to turn on. Fosh looks to help as the room even smelled horrible.

"Did you find the light switch?" she asked.

"Not yet...it should be around here somewhere...wait..I think i found it." He felt something near his fingers and flips the switch. However, he wished he didn't as a bright light turns on making Mouse and Fosh shield their eyes. They wince from the light but slowly lowers their arms with their eyes wincing a little. The light was not as bad but they slowly open their eyes that slowly looks to see the room.

Right away, Fosh and Mouse's eyes slowly widen in shock and horror. This was BLT's work office but they saw a teenager sitting in a chair but their face was hidden by a cloth. Wrists and Ankles chained to the chair but their head was cut open. Wires, needles, and other things were inside of his brain while he appears to be dead. BLT was even ripping bits and pieces of brain tissue from the other but the teen was already dead.

"....." Fosh's eyes were wide but he suddenly felt sick to cover his mouth to puke on the ground coughing with tears in his eyes. What the hell was wrong with BLT!?

'O..Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god....' he said this in his mind over and over but Mouse's eyes were wide. Horrified of what BLT did that she was crying shaking.

'S..so it was true. He does this to hackers just to find secrets in their minds? This is...this is so wrong...' she thought shaking afraid. She wished she could just change into a bird or something and get both her and Fosh out of here but she couldn't do anything yet. Neither can him.

This must have been where he's experimented on other hackers explaining different body parts, organs, blood, brain tissues in jars and tubes. This was just insane and sick!!!!

Mouse shook where she stood but she was at a loss for words. However, she reaches to rest her hand on Fosh's back. "W...w...we need to leave...Fosh, come on. We gotta move." she said trying not to cry but Fosh was too paralyzed in horror to move.

"........"

"F...Fosh? Fosh, come on. We gotta move.....please.." She slowly grips his sweater as he snaps out of it to look at her but saw something. She was crying. She wanted to leave this room before that monster finds them. Letting out a shuddered breath, he slowly stood and helps Mouse on her feet.

"Y..Yeah..l..lets g..go.." he said as the two was about to leave.

"Ahhh so this is where you both been."

"!?" Both Fosh and Mouse quickly look seeing BLT there. He found them! His sick smile was seen on his face as both Mouse and Fosh turns to run only for them to ram through the door to run again. However, he rushes to press his hand on the door to look down at the two scared teenagers.

"Heheh, I see you stumbled upon my little treasure room. Beautiful isn't it? Such a nice reward after getting the targets and scrapping through their brains finding more information to add." He smiled seeing Fosh and Mouse afraid as he smiled.

"Awww, don't be scared. I did say I wouldn't kill you yet....I rather break both of you piece by piece to see what makes you tick. I won't hurt you....." He grins but right away, Mouse and Fosh move away from him but Mouse grabs a metal pipe to point it at BLT who looks to blink.

"Just what the fuck is wrong with you!? How could you d..do this to innocent people!? To teenagers like us!?" she shouted but all he did was smile.

"Simple; for information. You young ones are fresher and ripe. It's more fun to rip someone apart when their at the right age. And with you two..your at the perfect age. I really wish to sink my knives into you both. Ripping you slowly and painfully....you should be honored.! I heard your both the best hackers in NYC so if I find out what makes you that way, I'll have even more information to become greater!"

"Y..Your insane!" Fosh said but BLT smiled.

"I know..now come on, let me have a little bit. I promise it will be not as painful." he steps towards them as the two back away from him. Mouse tightens her hold on the metal pipe but she was feeling sweat running down her face. This was bad! They had to find a way out of here and away from him!

BLT smiled seeing the fear in their eyes before he suddenly rushes towards them as Mouse swings the metal pipe to hit his face. BLT winces feeling his jaw break but he quickly cuts Mouse's side as she yelps to wince when getting punched.

Mouse slams into the wall holding her injury as she bleeds with Fosh hitting the table knocking some jars down. Glass scattering around when he heard a yelp. He looks seeing BLT holding Mouse down while laughing trying to attack her worse.

"MOUSE!"

"Get away from me you asshole!" she hissed trying to push him back but he was laughing still reaching and trying to make her lose strength. Seeing blood running down to the ground from the wound. He even hits the pipe and stabs her even deeper as she screams in pain.

"Stop fighting me my new beloved toy! Let me cut you up, slice up that delicate skin of yours. I need your brain to see what makes you tick! And when I do, I will do the same to your friend! Your both mine now!" he laughed as Mouse was struggling to push him away. Fosh looks left and right trying to find something to help her then noticed some broken shards of glass. Looking, he quickly reaches to grab it and rushes to help Mouse.

BLT laughed still trying to cut Mouse again and again while seeing her wince. "That's it! Your mine now!" He laughed about to cut her throat when something stabs into his side. He screams seeing a shard of glass in his side. He then gets kicked off by Mouse as Fosh helps her up as she was coughing.

"Mouse!! Mouse!" As he tries to help her, he felt something hit him in the back as he crashes to the table knocking it over.

"F..Fosh!" She sits up wincing in pain from the wound but she saw him gripping his arm feeling a deep cut.

As BLT tries to attack him, Mouse gets in front but she picks up a glass jar and throws it at him. It hits his face hard to knock him down before she looks to try helping him."

"I got ya Fosh, come on we gotta run!" She helps Fosh to his feet as they both ran to the door that leads to the outside! It looks to be some old abandoned building but they quickly run as BLT coughed from the injury. He growls to slowly stood up, yanking the glass out as blood drips from it. Looking at it to chuckle, he threw it to the side now following them. Both Fosh and Mouse kept on running to get away from this creep but Fosh stops seeing the edge of a small hill.

He was able to stop but Mouse accidentally crashes into him to make the two stumble and fall. They land into some boxes to wince in pain. However, they heard BLT's laughter to quickly run.

"COME BACK!!! COME BACK AND LET ME HAVE YOUR BRAINS! DON'T YOU FUCKING RUN AWAY FROM MEEEEEEE!!!!" The two kept running faster and faster, not wanting to get caught.

"Hey, come back! Don't run from me!!" he laughed only for the two to run faster. Mouse tried to use something or shapeshift into something but she still couldn't! Fosh was trying to teleport but still can't! Stupid serum was still in effect. They only could keep running! Getting away from that crazy killer as he was dead on their trail.

After a while, both Fosh and Mouse got to the end seeing a blocked off wall with bob wire as it was sparking. The two was worried but heard heavy panting seeing that BLT caught up. He looked like a bloody mess but the two were nervous not wanting him near them.

"You two really are something else...I love that! Now, lets keep playing. I wanna see just what you two can do!" He runs towards them but he saw them duck trying to run away. Seeing that, he quickly threw something to trip the two as Fosh and Mouse falls to the ground but he only laughed seeing them trying to move. He walks to stomp on their backs to keep them from running.

"Oh no no no. We can't have that! You two have played long enough..I'm growing more excited seeing you both squirm." his smile was scary but Fosh and Mouse was shaking trying to get away from him. Even with the blood they were losing, they were trying to move!

Chuckling, he reaches to grab Fosh and lift him up and he looks at him. "Maybe I should start with you. You seem pretty smart as the data tells. I wonder what your brain hides." he smiled seeing Fosh wincing trying to get him to let go.

"Let Fosh go! Let him go!" Mouse said hitting him but he back slaps her hard to see her hit the ground hard.

"M..Mouse!"

"This is so much fun! You both have such a spark in you! I love it!" He tightens his grip seeing Fosh wincing in pain. He was hurting him! Now kicking his feet, he was seeing him drag him into the ground and steps on Mouse who was twitching in pain. She was coughing but he keeps going.

"Mouse! Stop it! Stop your going to kill her!" he shouted.

"But that's the point! If I keep this going, I can knock her out and then your next! Just seeing her struggle and cry is nice! Your cries will be just as nice!" He laughed still going as Fosh was trying to make him stop. Till he tries to knee him in the face to get dropped. He quickly moves to cover Mouse while looking at BLT.

"Y..You st...stay away from Mouse! I won't let you hurt her!" he shouted but he kicks Fosh in the face to break his glasses as he walks over to stomp on his chest seeing him cough twitching.

"Heh, I'm going to enjoy breaking you too.." he smiled holding his knife to grip his braided hair. The blade was near his throat while seeing Fosh shaking with eyes closed. Some blood seen from his nose and chin.

"Though, maybe I need to see just how loud you scream too!" he laughed about to stab his throat when suddenly.......

A bomb explodes near by along with another that blinds BLT who roars to cover his eyes. He drops Fosh on the ground as he steps back rubbing them. "GUAAHHH! MY EYES! I CAN'T SEE!"

"Good, then you won't see this coming you fucking asshole!"

Wait, that voice sounds familiar...

Even if Fosh was blacking out a little, he saw a familiar red jacket but another short sleeve jacket who was holding a spear in the palm of her hands.

"Yeah, your dead you dead beat asshole!"

Fosh knew who it was. It was Navarro and Echo! But if they were here then that means...

More destruction was heard when a giant fire bursts from behind shaking the area as the sound of rushing feet was heard. A fight was happening from what Fosh could see but he was laying on the side to look ahead. He did hear muffled voices.

'Oh god Fosh! Mouse!! Opehlia! we need your help!!!'

'Mouse, wake up please! Your going to be alright please wake up!!'

'Their bleeding to death!? What the hell did this monster do!?'

'Nevermind that! We gotta get them away from here!'

So many voices..and yet he was too tired to figure out who was talking. He begins to feel his consious slip away when seeing someone near by shouting for him to stay with them.

'Fosh, stay with me!! you'll be alright! Fosh!!!!!'

"........."

~~~~~~~~~~Hours later in the mid afternoon~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sun was up this time after a few hours but Fosh was resting in a bed bandaged up with his head turned to the side. Ophelia was watching over him worried since she was hoping he would wake up. However, he felt some of the sun shining on his face that he slowly turns his head to make Ophelia notice. Was he waking up?

"...F..Fosh?" She looks to see him hear her voice and turns his head to face her. His eyes slowly open to look seeing someone. For a moment, he saw a flash image of BLT to make him snap away and gasp sitting up but Ophelia gently held his shoulders.

"Easy! Easy Fosh!...it's alright...." she said as he was looking to see it was Ophelia. He didn't say anything but he was calming down to feel her keep him back on the pillow.

"..O..Ophelia? W..wha..."

"Fosh, thank god your awake. H..How are you feeling?" she sees him look at her then at himself seeing the bandages. He didn't say anything but he slowly turns to look at her.

"I....I guess I'm okay. Sore but....where are we?"

"Your back home. We were all so worried about you and Mouse after finding out you both were kidnapped. You were gone for two weeks..." she said but Fosh looked shocked.

"T..two weeks? W..we were gone for that long?"

"Yes. When you both didn't come back that night, we got worried and went to look for you. Thanks to Fin, his fraction was able to track your phones and saw they were smashed. It told us someone kidnapped you and Mouse. However, we were about to find you thanks to Echo and Navarro making a tracker device..."

"......." Fosh couldn't believe it but that left him wondering, if he was here then...He quickly looks worried in a panic.

"W..wait, then where's Mouse!? Is she here!?" he tries to sit up but Ophelia stops him.

"Calm down Fosh Please!"

"But...But Mouse! She was badly hurt as I was! Please..i..is she alright!? Is she.."

"Calm down.....she's alright. Mouse is sleeping over there...." She said looking to the right. Fosh looks but saw someone else in bed asleep. Also bandaged up, Mouse was asleep.

"......S...Has she woken up?"

"No. She was tired as you were so your the first to wake up. I was able to treat her and you and get rid of whatever was in your systems from what that..guy injected into you. For now, your too weak to heal yourself so I suggest some bed rest for a few days." she said but Fosh looks down at his lap but looks down gripping the blanket.

"Here, if you want, I can let you rest up. I'll come back to check on you later Fosh Okay?"

"O..Okay.." seeing that, Ophelia goes to tell the others Fosh was awake but as she leaves, he was looking quiet then at Mouse. She was sleeping quietly on the other bed but she was resting so that was good. He didn't know why but seeing her like this was painful. He didn't like seeing anyone of his friends hurt. That goes for Mouse too.

For now, he lays back while looking up at the ceiling but his upper face was hidden as he bit his bottom lip with tears running down his cheeks. That was a horrible night for both her and him.

For now, he just can rest and prays Mouse wakes up. But one thing is for sure: he hopes they never remember that night ever again.

#IC #silver roses #Drabble/short or long stories #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #Horror Book chapter 5: A hacker kidnapping part 2 #Fosh and Serena #the Jellyfish and the blue bow mouse #Jellyfish #Mouse #The fractions of NYC #demon-blood-youths #peahen writer #horror world au

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terry-perry · 1 year

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Leave Me in the Gloom

Pairing: Jack Barnes x Natalie Rogers

Characters: Natalie Rogers, Odinsdottir!Reader, Jack Barnes, Marcy Spector (mentioned)

It had been about a month since their mission. Everything seemed to have returned to normal. Everyone was back to their regular routines, for the most part. One thing Nat noticed, however, was everything she realized afterward.

She and Jack had been close since they were in diapers, but getting older, they started to spend less time together. In high school, they formed different interests and had different experiences. With Nat gravitating towards the other theatre and art kids while Jack would rather spend time with his band and other metalheads, they weren't as close as they once were.

She didn't realize how much she missed him until they joined the Avengers. They partnered up for plenty of missions, spent time discussing ideas, and would catch up by talking about what goes on during their downtime. They even took the time to understand each other's interests and appreciate the skills they each had. It still brought a smile to her face whenever she remembered the way he praised her for the way she designed her stealth suit and even asked her if she could do one for him. And then there was that other time she went to go see him play.

It was all just like old times.

Then when Jack almost died, she realized some more things. These were things she had pushed down for a while but they were pulled back up upon seeing him covered in blood and with broken bones. When fixing him up with her healing magic, she just kept telling herself she was being a good teammate. She would've done this for anyone.

She wasn't the one staying at the hospital while he fully recovered. Marcy was the one doing that since she was Jack's girlfriend. So whatever these emotions were that she was struggling with, she needed to do whatever she could to get them under control. Because as much as she cared about Jack, she also really liked Marcy. She too was a good teammate and friend who was there for Nat during certain situations.

So Nat decided to keep her distance after hearing from Bucky that Jack was doing okay. She even went so far as to travel all the way to New Asgard to visit her parents and A.J. She was determined to do everything she could to make sure that she was spending quality time with them and clear her head. She wondered if Bucky told them about what happened and if they connected it to her visit. Regardless, they never bothered her about the reason she was there and just thought it was a nice surprise.

"Darling?"

Nat tore her eyes off the book she was reading to put her attention on her mother who was offering her a soft smile as she entered her room.

"You have a visitor,"

She had a visitor? That was certainly a mystery to her since she didn't personally know anyone in New Asgard other than her family. Then again, everyone knew who she was because of them.

"A visitor?" Natalie voiced her concerns by repeating that very word.

Before her mom could say anything else, another person stepped in. Her eyes stretched out upon seeing who it was.

"Hey Nat," Jack greeted her with that warm smile that always made her feel so warm and content.

To be continued...

#oc x oc #dad!steve rogers #dad!bucky #marvel #marvelcinematicuniverse #marvel cinematic universe #mcu fanfiction #mcu imagine #mcu au #mcu #child oc #natalie rogers #jack barnes #odinsdottir #asgardian!reader

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moboxcritique · 2 years

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Part two of my Mobox research

So part two here.

The SL cast had fused at some point in the au. shown here and here [Note: I think this was a one-off event based on these asks. This fused character only showed up in very few instances and wasn’t a main part of the SL AU from its story.]

Now Mangle as I mentioned is somewhat important but not too much here here and here. The soul was named Lydia Cawthon, which I believe makes her Bart and Beta’s sister and Scott’s daughter. Also Mangle and Spring Bonnie were shipped at some point shown here and here [Note: Lydia has not been mentioned since the early days of the AU, but this is still good to archive. Both Mangle and Spring bonnie are portrayed as young kids in these posts. I also took out the second link because that is a different character, Sussy, who is part of Sassy’s backstory, not Lydia.]

That’s all for Mangle

But with Ennard uh yeah when you said Yenndo was weird towards him you weren’t wrong. He’s a creep. Here and here were some I found but the last one is what I mainly have a problem with due to Yenndo responding to the ask saying him and Ennard are like brothers says that they are but more “close” now while they aren’t brothers Yenndo agrees with the statement they are like brothers whilst having a creepy one-sided attraction to Ennard. Also apparently at some point Yenndo is under the impression Ennard was a girl here [Note: This is a very good addition, thank you!]

Now Baby and Ennards relationship, I found more on it unfortunately

Here and here with Circus Baby and here Scrap Baby also just wanna mention you said Ennard was 50 yet here he is 30 which gross still yes the 50 thing seemed to be retconned(yet again the 30 one was as well) [Note: So Baby seems to be pushing the relationship more than Ennard, now? I guess a lot was retconned with these two, it’s hard to say.]

Also Nightmare seemed to hate or dislike Ennard due to this moment between Nightmare and Baby

Now some stuff connected to VR here

So Matt(I’m assuming is the one from Fazbear Frights) seems to view the FNaF 1 Endoskeleton as a s!ave to him even if he meant it as a joke given the n*zi stuff it didn’t come off very funny. here’s the post

He also has a character Chloe the pigtail girl who in the future works for Sallam yet a character with a similar shadow seems to be toy/shadow bonnie here [Note: The character with a similar shadow to Chloe is the soul of bonnie, a girl named Brandy who was a very old and very popular OC in the old FNaF AU. As far as we know, she survives(?)]

now I have found more on the abuse between partners

first the funtime freddy x bon-bon part

here we see that bon-bons legs are scarred and bandaged and freddy lost his hand at some point.

now Glitchtrap x Vanny

here shows Vanny has absolutely no idea about the brainwashing that Glitchtrap has done, making the relationship toxic. Sorry about these two being long all together [Note: Mobox’s portrayal of Vanny x Glitchtrap seems to be getting worse and worse, with how much more weird stuff we keep finding.]

[Final note from mod Springtrap: this is a very good archive of more details regarding some of our older posts. I will add as much of this info that I can to the older posts as well as post this as well in case anyone wants to see. Sorry for the long wait on a response to this as well.]

#submission #toomanyfandomsyt #mobox87 #fnaf affinity au #text post #archive #mod springtrap

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small-strong-bookish-butch · 2 years

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So many of my coworkers are just… weird, and N also confirmed it yesterday. (To clarify, I think all the back-of-the-house production workers are pretty normal, but we don’t talk much, due to them mostly speaking in Spanish and me being quiet.) Does everyone have weird coworkers, or does my job just attract people like that? I think my job just attracts them somehow.

My coworkers who actually still work with me/who I see regularly are….

My manager (T)

a middleaged Black lady

only listens to reggae music, as far as I can tell (she controls the music station at work)

the one who listens to the apocalypse podcast and believes everyone should be stocking up on toilet paper and learning how to raise their own chickens because of the cost of eggs these days

extremely anti-vax 😬😬😬

very nitpicky and I thought she hated me for the whole time I worked with her (later, my GM said “She doesn’t hate you!!” and then R was like “Oh, she (T) hates everyone”)

something is always wrong, or someone always did something wrong, and she Will Complain about it Five Times Or More

has some weird grudge against one of the production workers and both of them refuse to be an adult about it

My GM

seems pretty normal and seems to have a normal family

thinks it’s “sad” that I don’t drink

a #girlboss

tiny dynamic blond lady

speaks in short sentences (“Nice!”, “All right”, “Do it like this next time”, “Remember to do thing”, etc)

very fast walker?? No one can ever find her immediately

laughs at videos of people getting hurt (i.e. thrown off of amusement park rides, things like that)

I noticed she asks questions about people and gave her permission to also ask me questions about my life (but said that I wouldn’t just tell her things if she didn’t ask)

doesn’t speak Spanish other than “Hasta la vista, baby!” from… whatever movie that’s from. IDK I don’t watch movies

asked matter-of-fact if I “always liked girls” after I told her I had a partner; doesn’t understand the ‘they pronoun’ thing at all but she definitely has the gay-allyship spirit and isn’t weird about [me being queer] 🌈

drinks coffee every day for breakfast

literally no one else likes her husband because he’s not considerate of her (I don’t know the situation and it’s not my business to ask, but I’m like, sad and frustrated for her but I’m not close enough with her to ask)

genuinely likes working out and going to church

told me the other day, after learning that I’m engaged, that she and her husband didn’t live together until they were married “because my church says you should” and I was like …..okay then. 🚫 Literally did not ask.

this old, energetic, grandma-type woman

my first interaction with her was when my old glasses screw fell out in the bathroom, and she tried to help me find it 🥺🥺🥺

very sweet and talks to everyone (including the production workers, in Spanish!)

worked with one of the production workers for 11 years, counting the current job! And they talk in Spanish a lot at work

definitely weird somehow

she’s kind of befriended me (!!) (but we haven’t talked outside of work yet)

very private person and seems very busy and introverted (and has a second job), but he always smiles and asks how everyone’s day is going

I was worried I was weird towards him at first, but we’re cool at work (and I don’t want to invade his space)

I accidentally stole his work polos and eventually told him about it, and he was like “Oh, no way, that was you?!” and just got me more shirts that are actually my size lol

somehow knows that I’m queer….? The way he talks about it briefly makes me feel like I’ve had some conversation with him about it at some point, but damn if we have any idea what we said or what he knows 🤔 (and we don’t work with him closely enough or talk to him alone long enough to say “Hey dude, my memory is literally always bad, so it sounds crazy, but: what do you know about me being queer?”)

Reblog with your weird coworker vibes if you like? I just needed to put this somewhere

#personal #work stuff #coworkers #tw disordered eating #the other alters internally yell about making posts #hi hello i’ve made like 4 versions of this post in my drafts. here it finally is lol #okay to reblog #okay to comment #memory shit #christianity #tw apocalypse

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