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eruden-writes · 10 months

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Room & Board - Part 16 (vampire x reader)

paranormal fantasy vampire x human eventual triad (x werewolf)

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After the eventful night, you awake the next morning to heat against your back and an arm curled around your middle. Sunlight streams through your curtains as memories sluggishly creep through your brain, realizing the heat at your back is too warm to be your vampire roomie. As if the encroaching sunlight wasn’t evidence enough.

Rolling over, you confirm your suspicions as Ewan squints at you groggily. He is no longer in wolf form, but sporting a light beard. Faintly, you wonder how often he has to shave to maintain his appearances.

“Morning,” he grunts, a roughness to his voice that is either sleep or after-transformation gnarl. Whatever the rasp is from, he still grins at you as he always does. Perhaps with a touch more fondness than usual.

You hum an acknowledgement, reaching up to smooth the wild tufts of curls atop Ewan’s head. The man gave an entirely new definition to bedhead, you muse as he tilts into your touch with a happy sigh. But you can’t forget the missing part of last night’s triad. “Where’s Tabaeus?”

As your fingers crook, raking gently over Ewan’s scalp, his eyes flutter shut and he sighs, “They’re bunking with the sugar gliders.”

Your hand pauses, eyebrows furrowing with confusion. “What?”

“They’re in bat form,” Ewan explains as his eyes open slowly, grudgingly resigned to no more petting.

More incredulous than confused, you repeat, “What?”

Ewan’s grin grows, amusement glinting in his eyes as he pieces together the reason for your surprise. “Haven’t they shown you their bat form?”

“No!” You try to ignore how Ewan’s grin broadens at your almost-pained exclamation. Tabaeus has a bat form and he was currently sleeping in the sugargliders’ cage? Your mind fumbles with the idea, half-upset for having missed the spectacle of Tabaeus morphing last night.

After you fumble out of bed for an oversized tee-shirt, and Ewan pulls on his jeans from last night, the two of you venture out of your bedroom. Down the hall, in a separate room relegated to Bjarka and Liuva, you lead the werewolf.

The door is ajar, no sunlight filtering into this area of the hall. As you step into the room, you find the curtains are drawn tight and the lights out. To your left, a huge cage sits, filled with enrichment and food and a potty area for the gliders. The cost of the set-up had been exorbitant, but you couldn’t say no to Tabaeus’s puppy dog eyes when they asked. Your money was mostly thanks to them, anyway.

Using the flashlight on your cellphone and setting it on a table by the door to give you some mild light, you venture closer to the enclosure. “Tabaeus?”

Something rustles from the sleeping pouch and soon something relatively small and furry pokes out. You squint, the creature is similar to a sugar glider but definitely not one. A bat stares at you with little beady eyes and, somehow, transmitting a groggy expression. Even the fur has a rumpled, askew look. Like a little bat version of bedhead.

Once the little furry creature seems to recognize you, their big ears perk up and they crawl - none too gracefully - toward the edge of the cage closest to you.

What is wrong?

You're startled to hear Tabaeus’s concerned voice in your head. They stare up at you, dark little eyes alert. Raising a hand to the side of your own head, you touch your fingers to your temple. "Can you transmit your thoughts into my head?"

Something in you believes you see shock cross the bat’s face, but there’s no way. Their features are too inhuman to emote. Tabaeus tilts their little head, their comically large ears twitching. What? Am I not using my mouth?

"You mean you little furry bat mouth?” You point to their face as you crouch down, becoming more eye-level with Tabaeus.

Yes? Tabaeus’s voice in your head sounds confused, before their ears twitch again. Oh, I see your point, but Ewan did not seem surprised when I talked to him in this form.

"Someone needed to close the cage." Ewan shrugs as you toss him a curious look over your shoulder. He stands near the door, leaning in the door jamb. You’re not sure if he’s giving you and Tabaeus space out of respect or if he’s keeping a careful distance for another reason.

"Well, on the topic of things I didn't know, we should probably hit the library today. Do some research." Your attention returns to Tabaeus, your heart twisting as the little bat shirks a bit under your words.

From the door, Ewan’s curious question rings, "Research?"

"The journal ordeal we mentioned last night,” you explain as you open the cage, not bothering to turn around. “You don’t have to come with us if you’re busy or have other things to do, Ewan.”

As you hold out your hands for Tabaeus to crawl to you, Ewan clears his throat. The floorboards squeak under the werewolf as he shifts. "Speaking of last night, how should I take what we did? The fun."

You blink at the sudden shift of topic. Right. Last night and the fun that had continued at home. At Ewan’s acknowledgement of last night, your body twangs with the ache of well-used muscles. Faintly, you feel Tabaeus’s tiny claws grappling onto your fingers, heft themself into your palms. They weigh much heavier than you’d expect of a tiny bat.

"I'm just trying to temper my expectations. I've liked you for awhile and things can get complicated when fun sex gets involved," Ewan babbles on and you can hear him fidgeting, shifting his weight from foot to foot. Looking up at him, you notice his tense body language. Almost as if he’s prepared to run away as his mouth continues on, "And I know I made that joke about becoming a roommate, but- "

Ewan trails off, shoulders hunching and unable to meet your steady gaze. On the other hand, you can feel Tabaeus’s eyes on you as they sit in your palms. Your eyes flicker to the bat, trying to decipher their expression.

It wasn’t as if you didn’t have the space in the house. There was certainly enough room for Ewan. Whether Tabaeus would agree with it or not was another question, but they kept their expression - or feelings? - distant.

And, of course, there might be a chance for more bonding, a salacious part of you thinks.

Besides having another person to help with chores and bills, another part of you notes that having a werewolf around might be good protection. While you were fairly sure you could trust Tabaeus, if something happened - like a curse or a return of human-hating memories or who knew what - Ewan might be a good guardian for you.

"I'd be fine with you moving in,” you say as you briefly glance up at the werewolf again and back down to Tabaeus. The intent look in your eye is self-explanatory.

Under your gaze, the bat squirms and you get the impression they turn their attention elsewhere. When Ewan joins in on staring, Tabaeus’s little body expands and deflates with a sigh. Well if I say no, I will look like a right ass.

"Glad we agree.” With a grin, you raise the bat up, booping your nose against theirs. Despite themselves, Tabaeus seems to be pleased with the action. From the corner of your sight, you see Ewan sag with relief. Getting to your feet, your thoughts turn back toward the day’s itinerary. "Now let's get you downstairs so you can rest or get a change of attire."

You can feel Tabaeus pout with uncertainty. How? There's so many windows.

“Like this.” The little bat squeaks as you pluck them up and stuff them down the collar of your shirt. Through the shirt, one of your hands supports the little furball as your other clasps around them. You hold Tabaeus against your chest, feeling their little clawed tips dig nervously a little into your skin. “Think this will work?”

I-It is… acceptable. Even through whatever telepathic link Tabaeus has established, you can sense their awkwardness and masked delight.

You give an amused snort, glancing up at Ewan who is leaning against a wall again and watching. His playfully narrowed eyes give you the impression he’s jealous of the little bat’s good fortune. Ignoring the pulse of amusement and heat, you exit the room. As much as you’d like to linger with them, have some more fun, you really need answers.

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Hours later, you find yourself in the local library, sifting through old papers and files on a computer in a dusty basement alcove. Ewan sits at another computer, the sound of his click and scrolling sounding far more productive than it likely was. Tabaeus - after being smuggled via bat-form - has disappeared among the stacks of books and ledgers, oddly quiet. You try not to worry too much about them.

While you’re not even sure you’ll find anything, you at least have some starting points: Dr. Kieran Bennett, a Dr. Forsythe, and all of those dates in the diary entry.

After scouring student directories, you find three Kieran Bennetts who apprenticed or went through a university. Tracing through their schooling, their travels, their families… Occasionally, you have to stop tracing their paths and reference towns they had been through. At one point, you think you can eliminate one of the Kierans, before a realization hits.

With a groan, you lean back in your chair and press your hands to your eyes. “Why did so many fathers have to name their sons after themselves?”

To your left, you hear Ewan’s chair creak. You think he’s turned to look at you and you can imagine the concern in his eyes. “You doing alright?”

“Yes, it’s just so much information. I can’t keep it all straight,” you sigh, pinching at the bridge of your nose. Beside you on the table, the journal is open to cross-reference the hefty tome sitting open before you. Even as your eyes crack open, you blink as the numbers and words blur in front of your eyes.

“Maybe we should break for a little bit?” Ewan stands, stretching his arms over his head until his tee-shirt rides up to show a sliver of his lower stomach. The glimpse is quickly over as his arms drop and he nods to the stairs. “Get a snack at the library’s cafe upstairs, maybe?”

“That’s probably a good idea.” A part of you balks at the idea of leaving, of not learning anything yet. You convince yourself some food in your belly and a rest couldn’t hurt as you straighten your area and note which book you were currently perusing. As you step away from your workstation and place the Kieran’s journal in your bag, you turn to the rows of shelves.

A nagging concern nibbles at your thoughts. Odd, that they haven’t chimed in yet. Taking a step toward the shelving, you raise your voice to be heard through the room. “Tabaeus, what do you think? Coming with?”

Nothing answers back. Your heart trips in your chest, dueling senses of worry and betrayal coasting through your thoughts. Those feuding thoughts propel you forward with Ewan tagging behind you. Grasping tight to the strap of your bag, you continue to call, “Tabaeus? Tabaeus, where are you?”

Finally, near the edge of the aisle, in a far corner, you spot them. You call to Tabaeus again, but they still don’t answer. They don’t move or blink an eye. In their hands they hold a book, slowly flicking the pages. Something seems wrong, you think, as you raise your hand. You can’t bring yourself to touch them, though. Can’t bring yourself to disturb their trance.

It’s Ewan that steps around you, slinging their arm around Tabaeus as they wave a hand between the vampire’s face and the book. “Hey, Earth to the crusty old vampire.”

With a full-body jerk, Tabaeus is shook from wherever their thoughts were. Wide red eyes blink from behind their round red-tinted sunglasses as they turn to you and Ewan. They don’t even shirk away from Ewan’s arm still slung over their shoulders. Soft and a little muzzy, they ask, “What?”

Ewan squints at Tabaeus, his nose twitching. Was he picking up on something you couldn’t? Or was he just concerned that Tabaeus hadn’t risen to his earlier taunt? “Are you okay?”

“Yes, yes, fine.” The vampire nods their head as they snap the book in their hands shut. With a little more force than called for, they push the book back along its peers. With its spine so faded, you mentally note its location for later investigation. A strained smile parts their lips as they turn to you. “Are we leaving now?”

“Well, we’re not leaving the library.” Tabaeus’s smile remains firmly in place, in spite of the curiosity and suspicion painted over your face. You do your best to not glance back to the book they had held. Faint memories of what Kieran’s journal entailed waffles through your head, but you push the knowledge away. “Me and Ewan were thinking about going up for a bite to eat. Want to come with?”

After you ask, your eyes flick over Tabaeus, double-checking that their outfit will protect them from awry shafts of light. Though you’re uncertain their black bucket hat will protect them, the rest of their outfit - a long-sleeved checkered shirt beneath an oversized wine-red button-up and dark jeans - seems fine. You suppose the hoodie they have wrapped around their waist can be used for additional protection, if it becomes a problem.

Even as you look over them, something in your head wonders if you should worry so much about them. Instantly, you hush that paranoia. Tabaeus had plenty of chances to hurt you and hadn’t. They were just as lost as you, when it came to their past.

“Oh, I see. Yes, I think I would like to come. Perhaps see other areas of the library?” Their own question sounds painfully hopeful. As if they couldn’t take being in the dusty archives for much longer.

Something about their eagerness makes a pang shoot through your chest. Whatever they had been looking at, wherever their mind had taken them, it had hurt. You manage to smile up at them, giving a light nod. “Yeah, we look around.”

With Ewan flanking Tabaeus on one side and you on the other, the three of you climb the stairs to the first floor of the library.

x x x

After a quick nosh of smoothies and pastries from the library’s cafe, your little troupe ventures out into the library. At first, the three of you aimlessly wander through sections that interest you. Comic books, cooking, fashion. You notice how Tabaeus ignores when Ewan suggests the history section, the vampire instead moving toward Art. The obvious stonewall is even picked up by the werewolf as he exchanges a curious look with you.

The two of you follow Tabaeus, though. Without even talking about it, Ewan seems to have understood something tenuous is balancing in the air. All the same, he lingers close to your side, as if afraid something will happen to you. And you can’t say you’re not relieved at his presence.

Before Tabaeus can even step into the proper aisles, a display catches their eye. Their course diverts and you follow.

Displayed on a table are choice books for the month. You’re not sure what the theme is and, sometimes, librarians just prop open art books to catch interested eyes. That seems to be the case now as Tabaeus stares down at two paintings displayed on two opposing pages. As you step closer, Ewan remains at your elbow, but he cranes his neck to see what has Tabaeus’s attention.

While you are no scholar on the subject, the paintings appear to be a set, perhaps meant to give a panorama of a situation. Both depict crowds - of adults and children - in dress that remind you of Rome or Greece, every figure’s expression ranging from morosely resigned to contorted sobs. A dark smoky glaze reminiscent of ash coats everything as buildings crumble and statues are in the midst of toppling. Balls of fire streak through the dark sky, smoke ballooning through the atmosphere.

“I remember these paintings. I told the artist about this day.” Tabaeus whispers, fingers still on the print in the book. Startled, you glance up at them, finding that distant look in their eyes again. Their voice has gone soft again, pained and hesitant. “It was terrible, the shaking and the fire. The screaming and the ash and blood. People running with nowhere to go, the wretched screams and the children sobbing.”

You can almost hear the screaming, the woe, as fire hisses down and the world rattles angrily. Heat and smoke, the burn of tears.

Ewan thankfully asks the question you can’t force from your throat, “How did you survive?”

“I…” Raising a hand to their throat, Tabaeus’s eyebrows furrow as their lips tremble. “I agreed to become something.”

“A vampire,” Ewan says, voice uncharacteristically soft. There’s a curious lilt to his voice that makes him sound uncertain of his answer.

“Not simply that. I agreed to become something else.” Quickly, Tabaeus shakes their head at Ewan’s words. Their brows furrow as their hand transitions from their throat to their head. Angrily, they tap their fingertips against their forehead as they mutter, “Why don’t I remember?”

“Tabaeus?” Finally, you reach out, hoping to comfort them with a light touch on their shoulder. They flinch from your touch, turning their gaze onto you.

“It’s right there, but I can’t reach it. There’s just so much in my head. Images and sensations and emotions,” they croak, words painted with misery as their eyes glisten. All you can do is stare up at them, your hand still outstretched, with worry pinching your own brows. Tabaeus reaches for your hand, presses both their palms around it as they burble sadly, “Please, believe me, amata.”

Before you can respond, before you can even think to respond, Tabaeus pulls away. They turn back to the book of paintings, flipping through the pages at an erratic speed. “There’s so much I almost remember. Names and photos in the books in the basement, and these paintings and these artists, and–”

Their head abruptly snaps up, eyes wide and faintly glowing behind their sunglasses as they hiss. Startled, you stumble back into Ewan, only to find he is turned away. His arms are slightly extended, as if to shield you and Tabaeus from something. It takes you half a second to realize he’s glaring in the direction Tabaeus’s eyes snapped.

An unhappy electricity cracks through the air as you carefully peer around Ewan to see what has them riled.

A figure stands at the end of the aisle, seemingly flipping through a book and minding their own business. For the life of you, you can’t help but shake a dreadful sense of familiarity. You stare, trying to figure out if you truly know this person. Dark hair and sunglasses with transition lenses. Boring, yet expensive clothes. They look up, as if realizing they’re being watched, and tilt their head toward you.

As their eyes meet yours, instant realization washes through you. They smile and sharp canines flash in your direction as Ewan and Tabaeus tense. Your brain rattles as the person’s words, from the diner, ring through your ears. “My apologies, I didn’t mean to startle you. I simply wish to tell you that your friend is very entrancing.”

“Dreadfully sorry. Allow me to introduce myself,” the figure chuckles, sliding the book back onto its shelf before turning and walking towards you. Behind you, you can feel Tabaeus tense like cat torn between fleeing or fighting. In front of you, Ewan growls a low warning.

The figure before all of you ignores both expressions of displeasure. Though they do pause a few feet away, tipping an imaginary hat as a broad smile crosses their lips. “You may call me Lachlan Barrett, he/him.”

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shellyshroom · 7 months

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★____ABOUT ME____★

Name: Shelly/Shell/Shelby/Kin names

Sexuality: Fictoromantic if that even is a thing???

Things I like: "It's a Small World", Steven Universe, the rubies, taking breaks away from politics for a bit, Ryder from Frozen 2, Kristoff from Frozen 2, Shroomy from SMG4, The Buddy 3000 from Jingle Jangle, Hermey the elf, Art, Literature, History, Science, Shooting games usually playing them to get rid of my anger, RPGs, Party games, creative games, Life sim games, whimsical games, the countryside, big cities, camping, amusement parks, beaches, cruiselines, airplanes, any other cool vehicle, outerspace, the wood smell, the gingerbread smell, lemonade especially raspberry lemonade, soups, anything spicy, ramen, deviled eggs, coffee, hot chocolate, collecting pins and plushies, happy music, fantasy related things, different countries and their culture, robots, puppets, Walt Disney NOT THE COMPANY!!!! THE COMPANY CAN DIE, Pixar, Rankin bass, Nintendo, Christmas/winter related things, toy soldiers, rabbits, ladybugs, butterflies, caterpillars, reindeer, dogs, cats, dolls, the swirl design, Hetalia, Elsamaren, Kristanna, Sufin, Sawpin, selfshipping, getting mad at those who deserve it it's usually to try defending myself..., creating memes to try and cope with whatever is stressing me out, using fictional characters to help cope with my UNCONTROLLABLE anger Anti shroomy, 2p Finland, and Angry unikitty, and object shows

Things I do NOT like: Most politics because it messes with my head, zionists, puking, headaches, having a cold, math, cockroaches, flies, wasps, bees, yellow jackets, hornets, mosquitoes, the stupid "it's a small world is terrifying" joke, my own anger issues mainly because it's an annoying mental issue I have had for years usually calling this my "evil side" to try cope with it, people who are purposely trying to push my buttons, people who refuse to separate the Disney art from the company, people who like hurting people's feelings for no reason especially if it's my friends or family, people who unironically hate happiness, horrible/stupid people in general, the whole proship vs anti bullshit, multiple people talking at once in vcs, the feeling of forgetting what I was going to say, the acronym "KYS" I know I'm sometimes saying it to TERRIBLE PEOPLE ONLINE but I'm feeling bad saying it right after, like this acronym is bad and I have some SHITTY memories with this word, and accidentally staying up until 6:00 AM

My fears: Anything sharp except for swords and butter knives I am ESPECIALLY scared of shredders.... I've had several bad dreams related to this machine, being an extremely problematic person, giant ass spiders, my family or friends getting hurt really bad by someone or something or dying in front of my eyes, the pitch darkness, being told I act nothing like my kins or that I'm trying so hard to be like my kins, being told that another character fits me more than my original kin, losing my friends, being told that my apologies are extremely weak, severely hurting someone with my anger issues especially if it's a person I love, getting hurt really badly to the point I'd need to go to the hospital, loud alarms playing out of nowhere in a quiet room, death in general, going blind, people jumpscaring me out of nowhere when I'm not looking, and passing out idk if this is because it was traumatizing to me or what..

My kinlist: https://docs.google.com/document/d/13lvGokYgbepTtFsycxka_yZMVisbsmHhGamFe8_jstA/edit

A fun fact about me: can't believe I forgot this tiny detail about me! This is like almost my whole personality..! 😭 I'm able to eat almost anything that you're tossing infront of me! I love food so much! But sometimes I'm eating less due to my random stomach aches.. My stomach pains get way worse when I'm in a hot area or stuck in one room, but I'm still able to see the positivity and know everything is gonna be ok! I also know exactly what to do when my stomach begins acting up so we're ok here!

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hadestownreconstruction · 1 year

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The Problem with Demogorgon Design

So we've all seen the demogorgon, right? Big, tall, skinny, face like a flower with rows upon rows of jagged teeth. Terrifying apex predator of the Upside Down. Bit of a glaring fault in its design, though.

Because as cool as the tooth-lined maw is, the way it feeds is completely incongruous with how its anatomy should function. If we take a look at the inside of its mouth, it's lined with teeth in a way directly inspired by the papilla-lined throat of the leatherback turtle. According to the National Marine Life Center, the papillae "grip on to the jellyfish that it’s eating and ensures that it doesn’t slip back out as the turtle uses the muscles in its throat to expel excess salt water." While the demodog doesn't live in such an aquatic environment, the teeth would have the same purpose: hold onto potentially struggling prey long enough for the dog to kill and/or swallow.

Of course, all of this hinges on the prey being small enough to fit in the creature's mouth/throat. While a leatherback feeds on jellyfish, we only ever see the demogorgons and demodogs feed on prey far larger than their mouths. Even when we do see a young Dart feed on Mews, he's digging into the cat's side like a fox or wolf might, to get to circumvent the ribcage and get to the lovely soft tissues. This implies that the demodog (and by extension, demogorgon) is tearing away pieces of flesh to eat.

This makes no sense, considering the shape and structure of its mouth, and how it moves as it eats. If we take a look at this clip of a demodog eating Bob Newby, we can see that it appears to be sucking on his flesh.

If it were tearing pieces away, it would need to either be pulling its head back furter and closing its mouth to separate the flesh from the body, or it would need an additional internal structure to pull the flesh deeper into the mouth.

An alternate theory has been proposed in the comments of this Reddit post (and other places, I'm sure); the demogorgon and demodogs drink the blood of their victims. It would make sense for the teeth to be shredding flesh across a large surface area if the creature drank blood. After all, why waste time finding an artery when you can sever every blood vessel at once?

However, if that were the case, the shape of the mouth itself or the movements as the creature feeds would have to change. If we kept everything as is, there would need to be an excessive amount of sucking force to draw the blood into the throat, and we would see a lot more sucking and swallowing motions in the mouth and throat of the demodogs and demogorgons. The few clear clips we have of demodogs feeding again show that they seem to half-pull, half-suck, doing a mediocre job of both that would be inefficient to draw out blood.

The other way it could take in blood would be via some sort of structure on the inside of the "petals." That way, as the teeth tear through blood vessels, the tissues surrounding them take in the blood. But if that were the case, the demogorgon would have a much smaller throat. After all, each square inch of surface area for the throat opening as a square inch of surface area lost to blood absorption. That throat is far too large to be practical for that kind of blood sucking.

The throat in general is enough to disprove the blood sucking theory altogether, if nothing else due to the presence of the teeth within it. Even if the demogorgon had its entire face opened as far as it could go, the teeth in the throat wouldn't make contact with the prey at all, making them an entirely pointless structure to evolve. The only thing they could reasonably be used for is, as previously stated, holding and swallowing live prey small enough to fit down its throat. Which, also as stated, we never see it do.

So, while the design of the demogorgon and demodogs is clever and frightening, it doesn't make much sense in the realm of actual biology.

(Tl;dr: demogorgon faces are not designed for swallowing live prey whole, even though we only see it eat in a way that suggests tearing away small pieces of flesh. The alternate theory that it drinks blood is similarly not biologically feasible.)

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libertineangel · 9 months

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In Bloom/Blood, for @tes-summer-fest

It was another bright summer's day in Wayrest, in the year 574 of the Second Era, and Edalanne Marquette was sat at the dining table with a modest array of alchemical equipment, various pieces of plants carefully arranged and separated, a collection of small empty bottles with blank labels, and a list. She was working in a comfortable routine, almost a rhythm, as she consulted the list, picked up the proper quantities of necessary plants, combined them and poured the results into an empty jar, then with a tap of her finger on the list then the label she transferred the potion's name from the one to the other.

There was a loud thud, followed by a cry of pain, from the next room, and her routine was brought to a halt. She stood up from the table, slowly drew her fingers through the air with one hand and firmly gripped the slender spike of ice that followed them in the other, and crept toward the disturbance.

The source of the noise, it turned out, was an exhausted and disheveled young boy who let out another cry of pain as he stood up from the floor in front of the open window, and whose leg appeared to be dripping as he stumbled over to the nearest chair and sat down heavily.

Edalanne was mildly relieved and thought she really should've guessed.

"Hastiel, we have a door for a reason, what in the world possessed you to come through the window?"

"Seemed quicker...was running from a dog...big and angry one," the boy panted.

"And you're sure the dog actually was chasing you this time, this isn't like the other week with the bees?" Edalanne asked, more exasperated than concerned as she gently tossed the ice spike out of the window into a soil patch, where it rapidly started to melt.

At this point the street began to echo with determined barking, growing steadily louder and more insistent until culminating in a heavy slam against the front door of the Marquette household.

"Well, I suppose that answers that," Edalanne muttered as she leaned out of the window. "Now you calm down, and go home," she said to the dog as sternly as she could, pointing an authoritative finger at it from which a ray of green light emerged, landing on the dog's head and rendering it perfectly polite and docile. She then turned back to Hastiel, and failed to repress a sigh.

"Alright, so why was the dog chasing- wait, 'Tiel, you're bleeding! Hold on, let me fix that, and then tell me what happened." She knelt down and put her palm over Hastiel's leg wound, spoke a few Aetheric words, then took her hand away to inspect the result - the area was still raw and red, with a noticeable dent, but now at least devoid of holes. She stood up, and motioned for Hastiel to speak.

"Well...you know it's Dancing Day soon?"

"Yes, I do know it's Dancing Day soon," Edalanne answered with a bemused smile.

"Well, Faric wanted to talk to Marielle, the fishmonger's daughter, about...Dancing Day, but he wasn't sure how to bring it up, so Alain suggested he try with flowers, but none of us knew what's in bloom right now..."

"There are flower sellers in the market all the time, couldn't you just buy some from one of them instead of...whatever it is that got you bleeding and chased by - I'll give you that, a very intimidating dog?"

"That's what Alain suggested but Faric decided he really liked the idea of flowers so he didn't want to just get any, he wanted some that would be really good quality, rich fancy people's flowers; Alain said flowers are just flowers and only people who know about flowers could tell the difference, and Marielle probably doesn't, but Faric wanted to be really sure."

"And how, exactly, did this result in you bleeding and getting chased by a dog?"

"Well, we decided to have a look around where the rich fancy houses are, see what flowers they have growing, but the thing is they all have walls around the gardens, so I had to climb up one, and then I fell in the garden and the massive dog happened to also be in the garden so I had to climb back out very quickly, and I slipped and fell back down into the street and cut my leg on the corner of the wall as I went over, and the dog jumped over and chased me, so..."

Edalanne buried her head in her hands for a moment, took a deep breath and tried to keep her voice as level and steady as she could.

"'Tiel, I have told you this many times before and so has the city guard, climbing walls is trespass and it is a crime. Please, love, eventually the town will run out of patience, I know you don't have any bad intentions but that doesn't matter when you're still breaking the law."

Hastiel looked down and let out a small sigh, and was silent for a moment.

"At least I don't think the guard will find out about this one," he eventually replied, his voice a little quieter than before, "only the dog saw me and I can't imagine it's going to tell anyone...and I did see what flowers were there too."

"Well, I suppose a dog getting you home is a step up from a watchman...what flowers were they?"

"They were...sort of blue," Hastiel answered, losing faith in the sentence before he'd entirely finished it.

"...right. Any more details, or any details at all, for that matter?"

"They were really bright, and blue but also sort of purple, and kind of tall. I think, maybe."

"Really? That sounds like wyrdbloom, I wouldn't expect it to be flowering yet, that's interesting, maybe there's a..." Edalanne replied, her gaze drifting away for a moment as she trailed off before blinking and turning back to Hastiel. "It's just as well you got chased off, don't give that to Marielle, wyrdbloom petals crushed into fish oil makes a numbing agent, a day helping in the market and she wouldn't be able to hold the things."

"I will definitely inform Faric of that, and - speaking of the market, that's where we agreed to meet in case I got chased off, can I go over there and let them know the dog didn't eat me?" Hastiel asked tentatively, aware that he might be pushing his luck.

Edalanne thought for a moment, and sighed once more before replying.

"Alright, but be back at a sensible hour - through the door this time - and please, don't get into any more trouble, especially not the sort that might involve the guard."

"I will do my best on all counts, I promise," Hastiel said as he gave his injured leg a stretch, then stood up and headed to the door. "I'll be back later, and hopefully without any animals of any sort chasing me."

"Or any people either, nor any people with swords dropping you back here," Edalanne called after him as he left, then returned to her work at the dining table.

"Hastiel, what happened? Did the dog catch you?" Alain asked loudly as he and Faric spotted Hastiel entering the market square and walked over to meet him.

"No, I managed to get home unscathed and jump through the window, and mum fixed my leg up. She also told me that the flowers in that garden are probably wyrdbloom, and they'll probably make Marielle's hands go numb."

"Oh, well that's no good at all," Faric replied. "I wonder what's in the other gardens?"

#tes #hastiel marquette #tesfest23

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lonespektr · 6 months

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OCTOBER 21 HORROR WATCH

Fantasy Island (2021)

This is Blumhouse so

Opening standard white girl forest run

Tries to make a call

Standard wait how do you know my name /not a critique

Classic , hits every time

Contest winners

For influencer cred online yammer

No service i guess not EVERYTHING is possible

Stunning island setting

Thought ms 3B yogurt commercial was in on it but nose bleed saying she brain washed

Former guest???

Parisa Fitz-Henley is our 3B sis she has horror chops and kinda does well rounded as far as genres go but

They need to take a note from twenty years ago Jurassic Park 2 and not explain why people of different races are related

Michael Peña is i just realized playing Ricardo Mountalban 🤣🤣🤣

Who has a VERY SPECIFIC accent

Another hallucination that's two people they were both graphic and disturbing

Unclear why the one gay guy needs a separate gay room in the big party 🙄🙄

He pulls them out of the general resort area one by one to get more details

In addition to hallucinations that's appears to be one actual guy running around the island

Up to shit

There's a weird lurch guy who is all in white (like any other hotel staff)

So any way the first girls fantasy is to say yes to a proposal to her ex whom she rejected because she has low self esteem

She is literal perfection (Maggie q) but that's realistic most perfectionist have low self esteem *cough*

The thing is she just walks into a room and he's like just there

Not a hologram as the speculated

So of course they are like wtf how'd you get him here and what's the point of faking it now years later

You're still built like a small boy

Revenge girl wants to bully her high school bully

The bully is in like a chamber strapped to a chair so obvs can't touch reach/ see her and that's very odd lighting in the chamber

She dumps toilet water on her

Apparently she still keeps tabs on her shit maybe she lives in a small town that would make them unavoidable even past jr high

A film of bully cheating starts playing in her torture control room

With an option to post to her FB wow

revenge girl goes for it

Why would they have live film of her husband??

Now they are showing the footage of her actual kidnapping

And she's figuring out it's real

You can see the absolute personal distain the host has for unimaginative and bland fantasies

One guy (cop) who is put on a desk wonder why

Wants to be a soilder

So he gets dropped off in the forest with a duffel 🤣🤣

The guy finally makes an appearance

The pacing is quick

Other "soldiers" (not even enemy ones) find him an already zipped tied him

He's failing the role play

The brother who is hung up on an ex is very happy his younger brother is sleeping on the couch with him

A random model suggests they should "grow up" basically

Honestly they aren't displaying anything toxic or codependent so... Leave em alone Americans hate when families are together

Soilder boy ran into his dead brother

Ovbs people who are already cops don't want to really be military still for no reason and yes you don't wear random dog tags

The thing is the fantasy from one party was effecting another party (sound)

So i don't think they are going to bother to explain the how

Uh doctor torture ( her therapist who's normal) has his mouth swen up shut and is doing the actual torture

Revenge girl thinks fast and manages to remotely disarm the torture guy and saves her bully

Now they are running

Seriously brilliant thinking

She just

And apparently the boys also pretty basic fantasy is to be rich guys who fuck models

They just get attacked by some crime lords

Soilder boy got grazed by a bullet and passed out for hours

Oh it's his dad, i thought it was his brother

Now they are fact forwarding time with the guy and they are 5 years into the marriage

Host is "explaining" the island is magical

Soilder boy spilled the beans and apparently the "dad" believes him that he never made it come instead of dying heroically he's going to run

Soilder boy convinces "dad" that they have to save the men there's a tussle but now that he's here they can change the outcome

The crime lords hit the brothers with the maybe this isn't your fantasy

Host says the island brought his wife back to life

Still unclear to what extent there are sort of actor/clones and actual kidnapped people

There's literally a double of the bully stalking and creepy crawling thing

There's a crystal with a fantasy mirror thing that infects the water, makes it black

Okay the guy is a PI hired to find out

I assume the 3B is his wife

Oh oh oh

Ms perfection wants to give up the love of her life and her kid because apparently someone died and now that she knows it's a real friggin island

The 3B gives her a hint

What she actually wants is to save someone she could have saved

I mean obvs wants her dream family but she also doesn't believe she deserves them and also shes a goody goody and letting somebody die isn't a thing she can deal with it will fuel her self loathing no doubt

Turns out

PLOT TWIST

Everyone was at the fire

The boys were in the apartment the cop refused to save the neighbor

Dude with the portable saw keeps falling them is that solar powered???

PI saves bully and revenge girl

Soilder boy and criminal fantasies are crashing into each other

Some island created things stay dead , some don't

🙆🏾‍♀️🙆🏾‍♀️

The revenge bully made amends and realized they actually contacted the outside world during the revenge fantasy and they got the cheated on bully husband to make a call

The googdy goody went back inside the fire but passed out and 3B wife pulled her out

Everyone met up and realized they were related to the fire incident and that this isn't their fantasy

It's the arson victim's

The island is doing that fantasy

The rescue plane was hit by the crime lords

They are hatching a plan

Very few of them are directly responsible for the arson victim's death

They all already got separated just when they were making sensible moves horror film logic attacks they all get lured by the island doubles or something

And the island doubles just dragged soilder boy underwater

Now how the frack would shr make noise skittering on the wall but none dropping from the ceiling

The bully double is her final boss a mean girl

The burn victim was the one lurking around the island

Yea who's julia?

The mom?

Everyone is literally fighting their demons this is a good plot twist

Dude the crazy one did it is not a cool ending

I appreciate the bullys final boss remains because you can't turn over a new leaf that quick

This is a pretty complex plot

Can't believe this flew under the radar

Rare low body count for a horror

Literally resurrected somebody too

Bro said u put your whole life on hold for me 7 years

And he gave up the rest of his life to stay on the island with the guy who invited them all there to die

But also probably nonstop vacation stuff when he's not being a hotel staff

This was seriously good

What's the rotten tomatoes on this ha 8% 🤣🤣

It is incredibly convulted but i think they wrap it up extremely well there's multiple threads to follow but is pulls together at the end enough

The pacing was very quick which made it difficult to keep track of the threads

The biggest issue is the "island magic"

Which honestly the plot had enough twists that it was interesting enough that i didn't give a shit

Biggest problem is the depiction of mental illness frankly

It was entertaining as frack aside from that

I'm in the minority on this one apparently I thought it was fun

#fantasy Island #graywatchhorror23

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comiiical · 1 year

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Thomas lives in a loft with two floors crowned with a lot of white and some black adn grey decoration for a playful set of shadows. He has 3 bedrooms but they’re marely separated by crystal doors that can be covered by blinders like in an office, but these stay within the crystal to give, isntead of a sense of reduced lighting, one of reduced visibility as it makes the crystal less transparent. The biggest room is his own, while the dogs and cats have their own. He doesn’t plan on having any children around the house and if he has guests they’ll have to use the guest room which is on the second floor within the only solid wall with a proper door for obvious reasons. The staircase that leads to the upper floor is a spiral one, and the two bathrooms to meet the basic needs differ on the area. The bottom one is the most spacious, like the previous mentioned walls has no solidity to the eye and only achieves it through an attempt at privacy, the first sight upon entering the bathroom is the white marble tub and behind the shower stall behind which lays the toilet covered by a blue tiled wall (privacy for shitting, yes). The left wall upon entering is full of mirrors while the opposite is a bunch of wardrobes with towels and hygiene products. The other bathroom is much simpler: one single tub that serves for showering and bathing with a toilet to its side, spacious enough to fit 3 to 4 people at once each with etheir own occupations but smaller in comparison. He has a winery room next to the kitchen and a wide living room with a big screen. His balcony leads to a garden that’s full of red and blue flowers that he takes care off as well as a designared area for the dogs to dig whenever they want. and that he fixes on a daily basis to keep the digging dirt good for the fun of the dogs. He also cultivates catnip. The house is connected to a smaller building that was meant to be a garage but he uses as a workshop for his engineering projects as an amateur car fixer.

Part of the first floor has a lower ceiling due to a pool standing above it, it’s of small size but it helps him swim and come in relaxation with his powers. The room underneath it, and thus the one suffering with less ceiling is actually a refuge for the sheltered animals that need to be alone so he can sit with them or outside to normalise his presence to them.

#set on stone 📃 headcanon #→ thomasw

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australianpet · 2 years

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Source: 5 Reasons Your Big Dog Needs Their Own Bed

#Dog Beds Large #Dog Beds #Large Dog Beds

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ralstonramos65 · 2 years

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Becoming familiar with "Meow"; A Guide With regard to Cat Lovers!

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#raised cat food bowls #orthopedic cat bowl

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jellybeanforest-a-go-go · 4 years

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One of the things that perplexes me about the anti-AO3 crowd is that they have the gall to come to AO3 and demand moderation when AO3 was clearly and explicitly established in response to censorship and fandom purges of more popular (at the time) fandom spaces. AO3 was created not because the original crew were huge fans of problematic (but legal) content but because they recognized that content’s right to exist regardless of any one person’s particular taste. AO3 is popular precisely because they don’t moderate. I left fandom in like 2012-ish around the time of one of the big FFN purges. At the time, FFN was the big site and AO3 was a little nothing site with a fraction of what FFN had. I returned in 2017 when AO3 suddenly seemed the place to be for writers and readers of newer fandoms. There’s a reason for that.

It’s like... okay, let’s say there’s a dog park. The dog park is sprawling and super popular among owners of all dog breeds and sizes. There are separate spaces for terriers and large dogs with signs posted so you know what types of dogs are allowed where. All of the sudden, some small dog owners, the ones with teacup poodles and yorkies or whatnot, decide that the pit bulls all the way on the other side of the park are a PROBLEM because pits are dangerous. Doesn’t matter if they only play in the one area that is specifically designated for them, and there are warning signs indicating their presence. They’re a breed that shouldn’t exist because what if a child tried to pet one?

Think of the children!

No matter that children aren’t allowed in the pitbull section; they might break in unaccompanied by an adult to pet some pitbulls. All pitbull owners are dangerous, irresponsible assholes who want nothing more than to train their pits to eat small dogs and attack kids. In fact, if you have ever owned a pit, not only are you a bad person, you are a literal murderer who trains your dog to attack children on sight.

Think of the children!

The anti-pitbull crowd is persistent, and pits are not very popular in general, and a lot of people don’t like them, so the dog park decides to ban pitbulls. But the purge also sweeps away German Shepherds (a popular but potentially dangerous breed also known as explicit slash) and Boxers and other large dogs. Maybe some of these dogs were dogs the anti-pitbull crowd even liked, but hey, all is done in the name of safety, right? Because:

Think of the children!

It’s not that you can’t find pitbulls in the dog park anymore. They’re still there, except now they aren’t tagged and easily identified as pitbulls and aren’t confined to one area. They’re much easier to stumble across by accident. But hey, maybe 1 or 2 of them will be reported and kicked out for a spell until the owner sneaks them in again. It’s not like anyone is really checking every single dog at the door for pit ancestry. It’s too unwieldy; there are millions of dogs and not enough staff to do so, and they can’t quite agree on what a pitbull is anyway.

Anyways, a few of the dog owners think this is bullshit. Maybe some own pits but mostly they own like Golden Retrievers and Black Labs (that are technically still allowed in the park, for now, but hey, you never know what will happen). They decide they’re going to build their own dog park where all dogs are welcome as long as they stay in their designated sections. It’s a small operation at first, but it’s free and staffed with enthusiastic volunteers, and as more dogs are booted out of the first dog park, some entire segments of dog owners (including many that don’t own pits) gravitate to the new dog park. It’s friendlier there. They accept everyone, and won’t randomly kick out the odd bulldog for looking pit-like. All their friends are starting to go to the new dog park.

New dog park grows, gains a lot of traction over the old dog park, and becomes the place to be.

Only now, the anti-pitbull crowd is also there. They use it frequently and like its amenities, but there’s only one problem. They allow pitbulls here. Nevermind that they’re tagged and in their designated area. What if a child tried to pet one?

Think of the children!

So they start reporting pitbulls. The pitbulls are a danger to society; they should be taken out back and shot. Why TF would anyone allow pitbulls into their dog parks??? The staff looks at them, shrugs, and points out their policy, which has been there since the beginning, which is the reason for their popularity and what everyone agreed to when they entered the dog park, that says All Dogs Allowed.

‘But that’s not right,’ the anti-pitbull crowd screeches.

Think of the children!

Other dog owners point out that old dog park still exists; they don’t have to frequent this one.

‘But this dog park is more popular! More people will play and interact with my dog here!’ they say, stomping their feet. ‘You should accommodate me and my preferences.’

‘No.’

They throw themselves to the floor, thrashing their arms about, in full tantrum mode. ‘Then I rather this dog park not exist. It is a danger to children everywhere!.’

Think of the children!

Think of the Goddamn children!

And that’s basically the story of AO3. AO3′s lack of content moderation is not a flaw but a feature. And if you don’t like it, FFN still exists. Have fun trying to avoid untagged pitbulls there.

#AO3 #AO3 Discourse #Pro AO3

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positions | b.barnes & p.parker

[warnings] dark!bucky barnes x reader, grey!peter parker x reader, petplay, abduction, collars/bondage, brainwashing, noncon/dubcon oral sex, degredation/dehuminization, sex slave training, some weird shit

A/N: So I tried something new and this is kind of a test to see if people like it. I’m into it so I figured I might as well write it :) if you don’t know what petplay is ... google it

In which Bucky trains you for your new owner, Peter Parker.

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You dipped your head down, trying to get your fingers closer to your mouth you could pull out the gag tightly wrapped around your head. Your cheeks were wet with mascara and tears and your body was completely sore, having been wrestled, bound, and thrown into a cage. Leather cuffs decorated your wrist, ankles and were even wrapped around your thighs, all connected together by chains and leaving you positioned in all fours.

You even felt a tightness around your neck which could only be a collar.

Where are my clothes?

Of course, he knew you were a tourist, having asked him directions to the club you were supposed to meet your friends at. He joined you and bought an entire round of drinks for you and your friends. You were broke so how could you turn down drinks from such a nice guy? Who cares if he was trying to get into your pants, your friends would help if he got too handsy. You remembered dancing with the older and extremely handsome man for most of the night, actually enjoying being pressed against him.

You remembered the dark brown hair that he pushed back from his face, the stubble you felt against your cheek when he spoke in your ear.

You were supposed to take the pill he offered you together but now you knew his must have been a placebo. Your friends saw his face and they’d help the cops find you. That’s what you told yourself but as the hours that felt like days went by in the dim, concrete room.

You weren’t alone, you knew that, you could hear the moaning and whimpering of other girls that you assumed were locked away just like you were. You were being sex trafficked, you assumed, and the thought was suffocating you more than the gag was. You began to hyperventilate and, no matter how much you tried to control your breathing, you couldn’t stop yourself. You welcomed the darkness of sleep and hoped you would wake up in your hotel room.

You awoke to the sound of tapping on the cage, your heavy eyes blinking open to find the man who was responsible for your kidnapping. Unlike the smile he wore when you first met him, the look on his face was stoic as he bent down to examine you.

He said his name was James but his friends called him Bucky.

“Look how beautiful you are even when you’re crying,” He said, a pain in the back of your throat when you realized the tears were starting again, “Look at those eyes … I knew you had the face for this.”

He reached towards you, pulling up the hinge that was keeping the cage shut. It was a simple contraption but with your limbs pinned by leather, it made the simple task impossible to do. He opened the cage, reaching into his back pocket, and pulling out what looked like a … leash, “C’mon, doll, let's get the hard part over with,” He was going to lead you around like a dog? You backed yourself up further, suddenly thinking you might be safer inside the cage, “I’ll give you another chance ... “

You shook your head, an inaudible sound of protests coming from your mouth because you were gagged. He clicked his tongue, “That little collar around your neck, that's the one good girls wear. Would you rather wear an electric one?”

You paused, your eyes widening. This was even worse than you assumed and, although you were shaking, you let him attach the leash to the collar. He stood, pulling on the leash. It tightened the more you hesitated and you found yourself struggling for air. You crawled out onto the cold concrete, unable to stand up.

The room reminded you of a basement or a mad scientist’s lab, concrete walls, one wall lined with cages, another covered in what looked like torture devices, and a metal table in the middle of the room, “There you go, good girl,” He started pulling you further along and but you couldn’t coordinate your movements. The feeling was so unnatural. You finally got a look at the other girls but, unlike you, they weren’t bound like you were. Some were sleeping peacefully and the others had their wide, wanting eyes on Bucky as if they desired his attention.

Growing frustrated, you started to pull back, but it only choked you further. You struggled to make actual words come out but you were loud against the gag, though your efforts were probably futile. He forced you to crawl over to the table, where he paused before he was suddenly wrapping his arms around your torso.

He lifted you onto the table and, for a short moment, you imagined the muscles that were probably underneath his black shirt. The cold of the table sent a chill through your body, adding to the eerie nature of the room. As you tried to move into a more comfortable position, resting your bottom back on your feet, you felt a sharp sting to your bottom, “I didn’t tell you to change positions,” You heard him say, and when you tried to turn your head to look at him, he spanked you again, “Face forward, pet.”

You tried to blink away your tears as you turned your head away, “Are you naturally obedient … or are you just scared out of your mind, huh?”

You weren’t sure either. The only thing you knew was that you wanted to be miles and miles away from where you were now. Were you even in New York anymore?

“The fear will go away,” He said and you felt him messing with the leather cuffs wrapped around your limbs. He tightened them in areas that were loose and made sure they were secure. When he got to your gag, you didn’t expect him to untie the cloth from around your mouth. Before it was loose enough, “Speak and the shock collar goes on … nod if you understand.”

Slowly, you nodded. Trying to protect yourself, you decided you would be obedient for now. When there was a clear chance of escape, you could take it. The gag being gone gave you back some comfort but your lips trembled. You wanted badly to say something, to reason with him but he seemed set on doing whatever he was going to do. Whatever he did to those other girls …

You felt a hand on your waist, it wasn’t rough, but his touch sent warning signals through your brain, “From now on, the only words I should hear from your mouth are ‘Yes, Master’. Do you understand?”

Your lips did not part to utter those words which led to a spank on your bottom. You yelped at the initial one and his assault continued until you gave in. You squeezed your hands into a fist, embarrassment rushing through you, as you finally said, “Y-Yes, Master.”

Sounding triumphant, he moved on to the next part of his inspection. Still looking forward, you were pulled to the side when he grabbed a hold of your hair. He separated it, almost neatly, into two sections, tying each side into a ponytail and effectively removing it from your face. Next, you watched him walk over to his wall of torture tools.

You looked at him then down at the restraints around your wrist. You pulled your hands in opposite directions, testing the strength of the chain connecting them. When he approached again, he was holding another black item. You tried backing away but he grabbed a hold of your arm, “Shhh,” He spoke, sounding more annoyed than calming. You weren’t sure what it was until it was right in front of your face. Black leather straps attached to a metal ring. When he grabbed your face, forcing the ring into your mouth, you thought you might choke once again. Like the cloth gag, he tightened this one behind your head, “There, that’s better. Your first, big reward will be getting to take off that gag … in the meantime, you’ll learn how to beg without using your words.”

He held your chin in his hand, the other touching over your hair. For a moment, he seemed to look at you with adoration.

For the next three weeks, you’d stay in that cement room for almost twenty-three hours of the day, Bucky only letting you out for your “lessons” or to let you relieve yourself. He’d told you a while ago that you wouldn’t do anything without his permission, not even go to the restroom. It was dehumanizing which you knew was the point of all of this. You were already starting to feel relieved whenever Bucky appeared because it meant you could come out of the cage.

He often walked you around the room, letting you practice coordinating your movements. Humiliating as it was, your favorite thing was when he’d take off the restraints, letting you stand up, as he bathed you.

Today, things were different, “It’s your lucky day, pet. We start house training today.” In the morning, he came down the stairs, and, this time, he led you up them. Undoing the chains but leaving the cuffs allowed you to move more freely but you learned that he still wanted to crawl. It made you feel small, in comparison to the massive house that was built above the basement. The home was sleek, expensive, and clean as well as full of grays, whites, and black colors.

Bringing you into the living room, The living room was illuminated by the tall windows and you could see the thick green trees outside. You definitely weren’t in the city anymore. You could run now, if you could find a way out. So far, you hadn’t spotted a front door but maybe that would be the obvious out. He was a professional after all and your escape would take some critical thinking.

Right now, you were focused on not being punished. From the moment Bucky decided to move the ring gag, you’d do anything to keep it off. You’d gotten used to the feeling but it was still painful and it didn’t make you feel any better about yourself when you were constantly drooling on yourself.

You soon learned what exactly Bucky meant by housetraining. Instead of spanking, Bucky decided on a new positive reinforcer. With everything you did right, he gave you little bites of chocolate which you became grateful for. The food he served down in the basement didn’t resemble anything tasteful.

First, you went through positions.

Stay, Sit, Heel, Wait, Come, Stand, Bed or Crate, and plenty more an adult woman could easily do but fight her cognitive dissonance at the same time. You tried your best to not focus on the embarrassment and remembered the food … you even took comfort in the soft pats on your head and bottom, a reminder of human contact.

“When I tell you to Mount, I want your face down and ass in the air,” The command was simple enough but Bucky sensed your hesitance. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen every inch of your body already, “Face down,” Bucky urged you, his voice deep and commanding.

Slowly you moved down to the carpet, your bottom in the air. You felt him standing behind you, probably taking in the view. He placed his feet between your legs, kicking them apart and allowing him a better view. He was quiet for a moment and you began to assume the worst, jumping a bit when you felt a hand on your bottom, “Face down,” He commanded again and you pressed your cheek to the carpet, “Good. Don’t you worry, sweet thing. I’ll leave this hole untouched for your future owner … though I am tempted.”

“Up,” He said, grabbing ahold of the leash attached to your collar. He led you towards the white, leather couch, taking a seat while pulling you in between his spread legs. Leaning forward, Bucky’s held your face in his hands, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. Bucky watched the panic in your eyes, the uncertainty and fear that was still lingering, “Things will be so much better when you realize you rather be a dumb, little puppy … the overthinking, the anxiety, you can let it all go, let someone else take control.”

You began to shake your head and Bucky grabbed your chin roughly, his eyes darkening, “You’ve been good all day, don’t start now,” He said, his grip still tight, “I think you need to show me a little bit more gratitude.” You watched him begin to wrap the leather leash around his hand, over and over, until he had all the control of it. It pulled you closer to his crotch as Bucky leaned back against the couch.

“I’m sure you’ve done this before, right?” He smirked, undoing his belt, and unbuttoning his jeans.

“Please-” You yelped as he pulled you even further.

“Pets don’t get to make demands. I don’t want any thoughts going on in that little head that don’t involve your mouth being around my cock. Understand?” Another rough pull.

You nodded, “Y-Yes,” You rushed the words out, “Yes, Master.”

“Good puppy,” He spoke condescendingly, reaching into his briefs to pull out his cock, and he touched it against your cheek, letting you feel how hard he already was, “If you make me cum fast enough, I’ll let you sleep upstairs tonight.”

You’d never fully admit it to yourself but the prospect of sleeping in a real bed, at least not sleeping in a cold basement, sounded a lot more appealing than the food. Though you were hesitant, you knew how badly you wanted to stay upstairs, even if that meant you had to be with Bucky.

You grabbed the base of his cock with your hand and put the tip of him in his mouth. As Bucky’s head tilted back, you began to work your magic which wasn’t much seeing as how you hadn’t been in many relationships. You worked him into your mouth slowly, trying not to trigger your gag reflex, while you stroked his bottom half. “Good girl … good girl,” You heard him whisper, trying not to find the way his face contorted in pleasure as attractive. He took you away from everything, you had to remind yourself.

As time went on, you could tell he was getting close. You swirl your tongue around his tip, anticipating his orgasm. He grabbed you by your ponytail, pushing you further down, as he came down your throat, “Swallow it all,” He grunted, “Good girl.”

You did swallow it all though it was hard to hide your disgust at the taste. Bucky looked amused, once again taking your face in his hands. He had a thing for your lips, that much you understood, and you wondered if he wanted to kiss you. Maybe it was another thing that was oft limits and to be saved for your true “owner”.

That night, Bucky kept his word though you slept at the end of his bed with a pillow and blanket, your collar chained to the bedpost. Somehow, it was the best night's rest you had in weeks.

“This is … impressive,” Peter breathed out, stuffing his hands into his pocket in order to keep them from fidgeting. The sight of women displayed before him, each one of them beautiful, was reddening his cheeks which he hoped Bucky didn’t notice, “And you’ve trained all of them yourself?”

Like he was showing off one of his greatest accomplishments, Bucky smiled. Three of his “pets” sat on their knees obediently in the area in front of the fireplace. All tourists and all of them had something special Bucky noticed about them. Holding two glasses of bourbon, he handed one to Peter to which Peter accepted politely, “Tricks and all. Piper there has been with me for over a year. Feel free to touch and try out the merchandise, they love it.”

The girls did seem eager to get their hands on him, with warm smiles and flirtatious eyes. Though they loved Bucky, they’d been trained to work hard so that one day they can be adopted by someone else. All they had worked for would be worth it once they were chosen.

Peter’s eyes widened, “Actually, I don't think-”

“Not your cup of tea, Pete?” Bucky raised an eyebrow, bringing his glass to his lips.

“No, uhm, that’s not it,” Peter said. The entire idea of this was becoming a little too real for the young Avenger. He knew what had led him here, the loneliness of being a superhero, and the inability to get close to someone out of fear that his enemies would target them. That's how he lost MJ and he’d promised himself that he’d never hurt like that again, “I’m not sure about … all of this.”

Bucky placed a hand on Peter’s shoulder, giving him a look that father might give a son, “You have a lot of empathy, that's why,” Bucky explained, “But you already do your part to society, saving people and risking your life. It’s okay to be a bit selfish and take back from the universe. You deserve it, kid. Besides, I’m sure your left-hand could use a break every now and then.”

Peter shook his head, trying to hide his amusement, “Ha ha.”

“C’mere, let me show you something,” With his hand still on his shoulder, Bucky led Peter over to the basement door, “I’ve never shown anyone where the magic happens. My customers usually see one of the girls, gets over excited and immediately wants to buy one.”

The lights flicked on and illuminated the staircase. As they went down, Peter’s eyes were wide with curiosity, feeling as if Bucky was the villain and he was entering his evil lair. Well, his feelings weren’t totally wrong, “... do they usually test them out too?”

“Usually, yes …” Bucky trailed off, realizing something, “You’d like someone untouched, I can tell. There’s someone that I think would be perfect for you.”

The two walked along a long corridor until getting to a room full of metal cages. You were the only one left downstairs, the other girls were ready to be sold, and you were sleeping peacefully like you did most time during the day. After seeing Bucky leading the other girls away, you didn’t expect to see him for hours. Now that he had returned, you were perked up, and even more curious about the man with him.

Seeing someone new made you want to cry out for help but that would be stupid. If he was with Bucky, he was probably into Bucky’s sick business too. They stopped in front of your cage and Bucky crouched down to open the lock, crawling out as Bucky beckoned you by waving his hand.

Peter’s heartbeat quickened at the sight of you, watching how your eyes darted back in forth between the two men. You seemed just as frightened as Peter was, “Sit,” Bucky told you and, hesitantly, you sat back on your knees, your hands in your lap. Though you were still naked, you’d earned your way out of the restraints except for your collar of course. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she? I haven’t named her yet but I’ve only had her for a few months.”

Bucky ran his hand over your hair and then down your back, his hand resting on your bottom, “Yeah, uhm … yeah,” You connected the dots quickly, realizing the man with the light brown hair and kind eyes was interested in buying her, “She already seems very behaved.”

You looked to Bucky to see his reaction and he had a proud look on his face, “We had an issue about two weeks ago but it was easily corrected,” You cringed, looking away, remembering the week you spent with the electric collar on all because you’d tried to run to the front door. You could still feel the current rushing through your body, paralyzing your muscles, “She is very sweet, good with her mouth and she’s a cuddler, that’s why I think you’d be a good match.”

Bucky stood and you wished for a second that he’d keep caressing your back. He’s spent most of the last week with the other girls and you hadn’t slept upstairs in ages, “Would she really be ready after two months?”

Bucky sighed, “I’d have to keep her for a few more months. It usually takes more than a year,” Peter nodded, “But, for my friend, I’ll make sure she’s ready as soon as possible. So?”

Peter looked you over again. There was something about you that was different … special, even, “She’s the one,” Peter said, surprising himself and Bucky smiled.

You didn’t know if you’d be able to recognize yourself in the coming months but, just like that, your fate was sealed.

six months later …

You remembered your last night with Bucky. He reminded you every day it seemed like that you’d be going to Peter soon. You’d curled up in his lap, letting tears fall down your cheek as Bucky wiped them away, “I know it hurts, pet,” He spoke soothingly, “Peter is a good friend, you’ll see me soon. Besides, it’ll be nice not having to share, won’t it?”

Bucky took your silence as a sign of acceptance, “That’s my good girl,” He cooed and you tried to keep in your sobs as you accepted his comfort. He leaned down to kiss your forehead and then your cheek. It was the perfect distraction and you almost didn’t notice that he pricked your neck, filling you with a sedative, “When you wake up, you’ll be somewhere new, but I want you to be on your best behavior. You’ll listen to him … you’ll comfort him because he’s your new Master. You can do that, right?”

“Yes …” Your voice began to trail off as your eyes got heavy, “... Master.”

“Goodnight, pet.”

Peter awoke the next morning to a phone call. He rolled over in bed, picking it up, “Hello?” He asked groggily.

“Mr. Parker, you have quite a large package here. Should I send it up?” It was the man at the front desk downstairs. Peter was confused at first since he hadn’t ordered anything but the realization hit him quickly, “Mr. Parker-”

“Yes, send it up, please!” Peter was already hurrying out of bed, looking around the room for clothes. Peter was expecting you tonight and he thought he’d have all day to get things ready for you. When he finally made it out of the room, there was a knock at the front door. Taking a deep breath, Peter answered. One of the bellhops rolled in the package which was wrapped in red wrapping paper and a bow. Just in time for Christmas in a few days.

Peter waited for the bellhop to step out and tipped him handsomely. Even if the man did think Peter had made a shady purchase, Spiderman wasn’t exactly a figure you wanted to go against. A lot had changed since he was a teenager, a lot for the better. He wouldn’t be standing in the foyer of his penthouse apartment if things hadn’t changed. Peter couldn’t buy his happiness, he knew that, but he had a feeling you could change things.

Peter carefully unwrapped the paper, trying not to startle you further, but it seemed that it was too late for that. As Peter crouched down at the opening of the cage, you had pushed yourself to the back of it, your knees pulled to your chest, and tears dry against your cheeks.

You looked different, Bucky having dressed you in a new, light pink collar as well pink ribbons to decorate your pigtails. He’d even given you a dress though it was tight to your skin and barely went over your bottom.

“I’m not going to hurt you, I promise” Peter said, opening the door to the cage, “I’m Peter, remember? … do you want to come out?”

He was asking you? Bucky never asked what you wanted.

Peter racked his brain for all the training information that Bucky had given him, “Come,” Peter said, remembering the word from the manual, “ … please,” He added.

You moved slowly, getting onto your knees as you slowly crawled out onto the cool, marble floor. Up above you could see a shining chandelier and looking around you could tell there was much to discover. Peter, kneeling beside you, said, “This is your home now,” He informed you and couldn’t help but wish Bucky was here. You were already missing his bed, you even missed when he would come down to the basement and set you free, “I’m going to take care of you from now on.”

Peter was your Master now, you had to remember that. You belonged to him now and, unlike with Bucky, you belonged to him solely.

You trusted Bucky. And when you were finally reunited, he’d be overjoyed that you’d done as he told you. Bucky wanted you to be happy here and he wanted you to make Peter happy so that’s exactly what you’d do.

“Do you like it, Princess?” Though you still had dry tears, your lips pulled into a thin smile which surprised Peter.

Princess, you liked that name.

The younger man, reach out, and you took the opportunity to brush your face against his hand. Peter stroked your face as you nuzzled into him. You loved his touch and you craved more of the feeling. You pushed closer and closer, causing Peter to fall back on his bottom as you climbed on top of him. Still grinning, you placed soft kisses along his neck and then on his chin.

He laughed, sitting up on his elbows, “I’ll take that as a yes. How about a tour?”

Anything to make you happy, Master.

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Springtrap

Yandere

Male Reader

Part 1

Sitting in the black swivel chair, you spin once or twice before coming to a stop, grimacing at the feeling of sticky floors beneath your shoes. This place is brand new, how the hell are the floors sticky?

Actually, on that note, how is everything so covered in dust?

Sighing, your mindless fidgeting comes to a stop as the phone, just as dinky as the walls around you, begins to ring. You pick it up but put it back on the table, eyes drifting to the laptop and swing-out tablet. When you flip the former open, you note the four buttons, each relating to something you would have to reset when it comes time to. The latter has cameras that are scattered around, including a separate tab for vents. There’s an option to block off vents, which sends a chill up your spine as you glance to the big ass one at your side.

You decide to block that one off for now.

Humming, you familiarize yourself with the layout of the place, deciding to ignore the shadows that crept through your vision.

Your unenthused eyes scan and take in everything. The replicas (you had seen the originals, and they were permanently stained with both the smell and color of pizza sauce and lawsuits) that were in and around the office, as well as the little bobbleheads that sat on your desk of the animatronics, which were, for some reason, human? You boop the one who you assume to be Freddy, hearing the familiar squeak.

A small smile comes to your lips.

It was at this time that you realized you had completely ignored the man on the phone, but you couldn't really bring yourself to care.

The little drawings that were put up were authentic; not just anyone could recreate what a child's mind spits out and decides to draw.

That Freddy looks a bit fucked up.

The posters were cutely designed, and after getting the gist of what everything was and how everything works, you were on your phone the rest of the night.

When six strikes, you casually leave, giving the building a quick once over as you leave the doors, locking them behind you.

If every night is going to be like that, this is going to get boring.

He’s stuck.

This suit traps him like a rabid dog, eager to stay gripped onto his neck.

Still, things would be changing soon.

He can feel it.

He can feel it as a fresh breeze, the first in many years, hits his nostrils, sending a wave of euphoria through his system. The bloodied musk that hung in the dank room was not a pleasant one.

He can feel it as his body accepts this new host, more and more, until soon, quite soon, he will become one with his vessel.

Just as the animatronics before him did.

He ponders.

Why was he being freed from this prison of his own design?

Is he being taken somewhere?

…

Will there be a night guard to terrorize?

A grin takes to his broken lips as he ignores the pain and blood that comes from them. Oh, a night guard! Truly, that will be a sight!

He can't wait.

For now, however, he must play dead.

My, that voice that shouts with excitement from behind him…

It sounds so familiar.

"Bring the truck around!" He calls. "I found one, a real one! It's got the rips, the weird colors, and what I am going to assume is pizza sauce! Ohohoh man, I hit the jackpot with this one! Fazbear's Fright needed something, and here it is!"

His congratulatory tone made the man within the suit want to throw up. Finding him was nothing to be happy about; he is despicable, incapable of redemption, and an awful being.

And you know what?

That's just the way he likes it.

So to have someone happy to find him, especially for their own purposes?

He won't let it stand.

Yeah, if this place has a nightguard, he'll kill them without mercy before burning the entire thing to the ground.

Might as well make it fun for himself.

As light peeks through, clearly originating from a flashlight, he feels his pupils shrink, resisting the urge to let out a groan as his weak eyes ache from their decades of being in the dark.

"Whoahoh! This one looks gnarly!" The same man as before speaks, probably referencing the organs and tendons that were showing. "C'mon, let's get it up!"

His grin only grows as two people lift him onto a dolly, beginning the move.

Goodbye, saferoom.

And hello, Fazbear's Fright.

Humming, you walk into the building, skimming over the decorations once more before noticing something.

The papers that had fallen onto the ground from before, they had dirt on them. Not surprising on its own, but when they were in the shape of tire tracks?

You decide to follow them, using your memory of the cameras to guide you through the building, which was already rather linear anyway.

Entering the last area, you could see a rather dilapidated animatronic suit, with organs visible and its fur matted with blood. Real blood. The old Springbonnie suit was nearly green from how old and dirty it was.

Your eyebrows raise. "Is that guy just stupid or did he knowingly bring in a suit that has a dead body in it?"

Honestly, you didn't care. "Eh, whatever. It'll probably start moving when I start my shift… I've heard those rumors about the other locations." You turn, stretching, unaware of the eyes that followed you or the head that turned your way.

Damn, does he want to kill this one?

Well, he can think it over more soon. After the merge.

He grins again, feeling his uneven, gouged skin begin to flare with pain.

You exit the room fully, making your way back to the office with all the urgency of an ADHD-riddled person doing laundry.

Which is to say… not much.

You fall into the chair, cursing as the thin mesh cushion does nothing to protect your tailbone from the metal frame of the chair. The phone rings not a moment later, you picking it up and laying it on the table again, eager to ignore it just as you had done before. You stretch again, arms raising above your head as you begin to flip through cameras, finding the rabbit in the same spot it was in before.

You yawn.

Hopefully it starts moving soon, or else the entire reason you took this job would be unfulfilled.

You were bored, and you remembered this place from the times you had gone with your younger brother, who was now in his early twenties. You, however, were 28 years of age, with nothing better to do than 'investigate' the Fazbear's Fright that opened up. Still, if that rabbit has a corpse in it, it should make things more fun.

As you lazily flip through your cameras, you set it down and look to the side, seeing a rather dirty looking man with an eyepatch and fox ears. To his confusion, before he could lunge at you, you reach out and swipe a hand through his chest. You continue to swipe forwards and backwards, the incorporeal man stuck standing there until you leaned back.

"So, you're a ghost."

His mouth opens as if to retort, but he just gives up and leaps at you, you not even looking at him anymore. He closes his mouth halfway through the jump, and with an unsatisfied sigh, he disappears.

You continue flipping through the cameras, checking in on the rabbit a couple of times before shoving the tablet out of the way, opening the laptop to have it ready and sitting back in your chair.

You glance towards a shifting figure in front of the window, the hat and bear ears telling of who it is. He limps along, eventually falling beneath your view before seemingly phasing through the wall and leaping at you. You stare passively as he does so, him not completing the jump to instead stand in front of you, confused.

For shits and giggles, you wave your hand through his chest once or twice.

"Why… aren't you… scared?" He croaks, voice ruined from years of no use.

"Oh, was I supposed to be scared?" You genuinely ask. "Uh, sorry. If you do it again I promise I'll hyperventilate."

"Don't try to… lessen your survival chances…"

"Okay. My bad."

He sighs, and after annoyedly rubbing his face, he disappears.

You flip out your cameras once more, finding the screen obscured by static and a small error in the center. Lazily, you reset cams.

When your screen clears, you check the rabbit. He looks… strange. Like his body is evolving in front of your eyes.

To be honest, you don't give enough of a shit to watch a potentially world-changing discovery if it looks that gross. You aren't paid enough to, anyway.

At this pay grade, you even coming into the damn building is volunteer work.

You check your phone for the time, seeing a cool time of one in the morning.

"Aside from that science experiment gone wrong happening in the back room, it's still really damn boring."

However, it's still not boring enough to watch that transformation or whatever. That corpse (well, at this point, you kinda doubt it's dead) can do whatever the hell he wants with that suit. It's his body, not your business.

After another fifteen minutes of staring at a wall, you check the cameras to the sound of loud clicks and pops, now seeing a heavily scarred man with 1.5 rabbit ears in place of the suit. He takes one step out from his original spot, body heaving forward before he lifts himself up, looking up at the camera with a grin.

"Huh. That's new." You say, watching him jolt forward, continuing to take steps before relearning how to walk smoothly.

It only takes him a moment to rocket off.

"I doubt that's good." You mumble, beginning to flip through the cameras to follow him before playing a sound in the room behind him, making him pause. He turns, walking back with a confused expression.

Continuing to flip through cameras, you watch as the man, who you'll dub Rabbit Guy, wanders, seemingly having lost his focus. Hearing a sound to your left, you pay no heed to whoever it is, instead waggling your hand in what you would assume to be their torso.

"You're strange…" They say.

"Uh-huh. If you'd excuse me, I am currently working on keeping Rabbit Guy the hell away from me." Your voice is monotonous but sincere; you aren't trying to be sarcastic or mean, just trying to tell them the facts.

Glancing to the side, you see that it was a child, so you were waving your hand in his collar. "Oh, my bad. Does that… make you guys uncomfortable?" You ask, retracting your hand.

"No, we can't feel it."

"Huh." You blandly respond, playing the sounds to lead Rabbit Guy back to where he started, before resetting sounds as you weren't able to play them anymore.

It seems like Rabbit Guy is getting progressively more and more annoyed at being led back, if his attempts to move fast enough to avoid the sounds or block out his ears meant anything.

His body was responding to the sounds, not him.

It was then that he disappeared, so you check vents, finding him in one that led directly to the room beside your office.

You block it off, much to his annoyance, before yawning and sitting back as any thumps you hear from inside the vents come to a stop.

You find him standing in the room where he had entered the vent, irritated as he glares at the camera. Preemptively, you reset all, thankfully right as cams and sound go out.

Sighing, you lazily check through cameras, brows slightly furrowing as you look for him. He was completely gone, not in vents or in rooms. It really is unfortunate how many blind spots and shadowed areas there are.

When you hear the thumping of the vents, you search through them, only finding a stupid knick-knack laying on its side halfway in your sight.

Looking to your side, you peek into the vent, leaning down to see if anything was there. Your gaze meets Rabbit Guy's.

"Shit." You say, quickly switching cams over to this one and holding down the seal button.

Your eyes shift back to him, finding him way too close for comfort. As you lift your finger to let the gate close on the vent, the man (who was crouch walking) catches it, forcing it back up. You hear something grind that definitely shouldn't be grinding, and you have a feeling that that vent cover just might be broken.

Getting out of the vent, he stands over you, waiting for some sort of plea or… literally any response at all.

"So, you, uh… come here often?" You ask, leaving him genuinely at a loss.

"Wh- was that a pickup line?" His rough, baritone voice catches you slightly off-guard.

You weren't expecting something that was pretty much a zombie to have such a good voice, or a slight british accent for that matter. "Was it? Shit, more people've flirted with me than I thought."

"Really? That's all you can come up with before your death? I'd hate for those to be your final words." He lightly teases, leaning against the wall with a mean grin.

You look up at the ceiling with a vague smile, his eyes widening momentarily. "To be honest, of any place to die, I'd much rather have it be in a place where I know I'll reach the front pages than in some random alley."

His grin falls into a frown as he watches you turn to him, the smile still on your face. It feels strange.

He feels strange.

Why does a random night guard make him feel so…

So… comfortable?

You were calm, collected, not making any sudden moves or even attempting to exit the chair. Theoretically, the perfect prey, but not a satisfying kill.

If he even wants to kill you, that is.

“What’s your name?” He asks, watching as you spin to face him in your chair. You would be taller if you stood, but he would still have a few inches on you.

“Y/N. You?”

“I’m… William. Or, rather, I was, when I was well and truly human.”

“And now?” You ask.

“I don’t exactly have a name.”

“Can I still call you William, then? Well, if I live long enough to do so?” You ask, eyes moving up to meet his. Looking up at him like that… He wishes the hot feeling in the pit of his stomach would go away.

“...Fine.”

“I mean… are you going to kill me?” You ask, face not shifting as he glares down at you.

“I won’t kill you on the first night, you need to give me more entertainment.” At least, that’s what he told himself.

“Oh, so we’re both here for the same reason.” You blankly say, his face contorting from a glare to confusion once more.

“You’re here… for entertainment?” He slowly asks, answered by your nod.

“I’m certainly not here for the pay. This place gives like half of minimum wage but I can’t complain about it because the other part is supposed to come from tips. Somehow.”

“How do you even live?”

“Well, right now I’m on an paid leave due to some unfortunate deaths in my family. To be honest, I never really cared for any of them, but hey. I’ll take any chance for a break I can. Then I got bored.”

He huffs out a laugh. “So you went to another job on your break?”

“Listen, getting a month off leaves a man with little to do when capitalism has left me with no hobbies. Besides, this gives me a great excuse to continue avoiding people.”

His lips curl into an amused grin as he leans forward, lowering his head to be eye level with yours. "Well, you won't be avoiding me." He practically purrs, you averting your eyes at the tone he uses.

Why would he say it like that?!

His golden eyes follow you as you close the laptop's screen, enjoying your reaction. You…

He'll keep you around.

You're entertaining and friendly. Open, and… warm.

He wonders.

You're human, and fully alive. He's a revived corpse who merged with his vessel. You probably are very warm compared to him.

When he comes back to his senses, he notices you slowly raising out of your seat, hand outstretched towards him.

Well, might as well take the chance.

He grabs your wrist, looking down at you unimpressed. You quietly huff, falling back into your chair and forcing him to move away from the wall in order to not dislocate your wrist.

Well, his hypothesis is correct. You are very warm.

He feels the tightening in his gut, not wanting to let go but knowing that he will have to.

You, however, don't actually care either way. You begin your attempt again, this time with your left hand. Slowly raising out of your seat, you actually manage to stand fully up before he notices again, grabbing your other wrist.

"What are you even trying to do?" He asks, a light sneer on his lips.

"Well... uh, I was trying to… boop your nose? If you're bonded with one of the original suits, then I figured either you or Fredbear would have the sound effect."

He lets out a few short laughs, his sneer replaced with the same amused grin as before.

"I'm afraid neither of us have the sound effect. That only came about with the second and third generations of animatronics."

You hum, interested.

His eyes quickly scan over you, taking in your form. This position, practically holding you hostage… Needless to say, he didn't dislike it.

Still, he releases you as he catches you glancing at what he assumes to be a phone. Things have advanced quite far since he was trapped.

You turn it on quickly, checking the time. “Well, we have around an hour and a half before my shift ends, so…” Pausing, you check the time again. An hour and a half?

He steps closer, you glancing back up at him before leaning back as he leans forward, looming over you. “Tomorrow, you best make this more fun for me. I’ll greet you, but then I’ll head to the back. Try and stop me from getting in.”

“Uh, sure. Are you still planning on making the punishment for loss, uh, death?”

His eyes narrow in coordination with a widening grin. “That’s for me to know. You either figure it out, or you don’t. It all depends how well you play.” His gruff voice slightly echoes in the mostly empty building, you nodding in response.

“Oh, cool. Can I tell my brother about you?” You ask suddenly, him quirking a brow as he stares down at you, easily at least half a foot taller than you. He was always tall, but now that he’s in this new form, he grew to be somewhere from 6’6 to 6’8. You sit down once more, exacerbating the height difference.

“Feel free to. Just know that if he ever comes around here, he won’t be alive for very long.”

“I doubt he will. He’s always preferred Foxy the most because he has taste, but-”

“Taste? For liking that liability-strewn fox? You like him as well?”

“To be honest, I never really liked any of them more than the other. I was in my emo phase when I went to see them, so it was practically illegal for me to like anything. But Foxy had sharp teeth and a wicked lookin’ hook, so… I guess I did.”

He hums, clearly slightly annoyed.

“Are you jealous that I liked the fox more than the rabbit that isn’t even the same generation as you?”

“I really should kill you.” His irritated expression shows the truth to your statement.

“It’s okay, I’m willing to call Springbonnie my favorite.”

Now, William was confused. Your tone… you weren’t joking. You were being genuine about something as stupid as this? What is with you?

“You’re very confusing. I think you joke, and then I listen to your tone and you’re genuine. But still, I wouldn’t mind if you did so.”

“It’s not nearly as confusing as how time passes in this place. It’s been like ten minutes since I met you but the clock says like three or four hours have passed.”

“What? Really?” His brows furrow as he steps closer, finding another excuse to close the distance between you both as he leans over the chair, seeing you pointing to the screen. “How strange…”

“Yeah. It doesn’t seem like tomorrow’s hunt will last for six hours, then. Thankfully.” You sigh.

“What, do you not want to feel like my prey for six hours straight?” He grins, leaning over further until his arm rests on your shoulder.

You shiver. “Why do you have to say it like that?”

“Because it makes you react, obviously. It’s entertaining to watch you squirm from something as simple as... the tone of my voice.” Of course, in order to prove his point, he does exactly what he did before, lowering his voice a few pitches and upping the growliness of it.

In covering your eyes, you also cover your cheeks, which have gained a slight flush. “William, I am begging you. Please, please, please, stop talking like that.”

And, naturally progressing, he was left somewhat stunned by the sound of your pleading tone. There’s just something about it, especially as you say his name, that makes him want to…

...makes him want to chase, and capture, and possess forever.

You as his prized prey, and him as the hunter.

“I’ll use it when necessary.” He vaguely answers, watching your head droop.

“I’ll take what I can get.” You concede breathily.

He chuckles, hearing the chime of a bell, signifying 6 in the morning. "Well, I suppose I'll see you tomorrow, then. Don't keep me waiting."

"Asshole. I won't." You turn your head away from him, hiding the flush on your face, and stand up, stretching. "See ya, William."

He hums, eyes tracing your form as you stretch. It was a nice view, watching the button up shirt crease around your back as you stretch, clearly hinting at the muscle beneath. His eyes did drift lower once or twice, and that's how he figures out that damn, you have a really nice ass!

You begin to walk out, and he follows you with his eyes, watching you turn past the replica Freddy husk and unlock the door, exiting into the fresh morning. His eyelids droop, gaze slipping up as his lips curl into a wide grin.

“Y/N… I won’t kill you. Especially not when I’m presented with such an ample opportunity to make this into something so entertaining.”

Well…

Is that the only reason?

Of course, he knows it isn’t.

His grin falls, leaving him coldly leering at the aged panels above him before his sight shifts back to the room around him. As he exits the office, he glances at the stained and shaded glass of the door, not allowing much, if any, light in. He turns away, heading back to where he was originally.

As he walks, he lets his form shift, feeling his body grow to his previous monster rabbit self, the creaks of his metal joints loud in the silent building.

He ignores any shadows that creep in the edges of his vision, the specters traversing without sound.

“This is going to be… boring.” His voice, far rougher than before, comes out unfeeling and croaky. As he returns to his previous position, slouching over once more, he decides to use his old tactic to pass time; inflicting enough pain on himself to fall unconscious. It doesn’t matter if his dreams are infested with darkness, nor how much he suffers in them.

It was better than the boredom of sitting in one position with an unchanging environment.

He begins forcing his muscles to flex and strain within the suit and pull against the beams they have welded to, making him grit his teeth before the searing pain fades away, along with his vision.

Goodnight, Y/N.

“Yo.” You greet your brother, the man tiredly yawning as he ruffles his hair.

“Heya, Y/N. What’re you up so early for?”

“Well, I got bored and got a night shift job at this dinky little horror attraction opening up next week. I decided to tell you about what happened there before I head off to sleep.”

“You got bored during a break from your job so you… got another job?”

“Y’know, William said the same thing.” You say, your brother narrowing his eyes at you.

“A coworker?” He asks.

“Eh, not quite… he is the reason I stayed up to talk to you, though.”

He hums, walking around the couch you were splayed on with your shirt half unbuttoned.

“So, to begin my tale, you remember Freddy’s? The pizzeria with the animatronics?” You question.

“Yeah?”

“Well the horror place I went to is based off of that; it’s filled with replicas and a few actual things from the pizzerias of the past, but something came in tonight that was… different.”

“Which was?”

“An animatronic. One of the originals, Springbonnie. Granted, the suit was ripped to shit and covered in enough dirt to be green, but it was authentic. It even has the dead body! Well - not so dead body, but still visible.”

“Did you call the cops?” He asks, worried.

“Hell no! I’m not paid enough to give a shit about what could-or-could-not-be a dead body. Either way, he transformed into a human, which was rather odd, but-”

“Just to be clear, this rabbit had a dead body inside and transformed into a human, and you don’t question it?”

“No. Continuing on, he got into my office and then we talked for a bit, I learned that his name is William, time passed really weirdly, and then we struck a deal where I have to keep him out of my office or I'll maybe die.”

“You’re still going back there?! And ‘maybe die?!’”

“Yeah, he said the knowledge about whether or not I die from losing the hunt was ‘for him to know.’ I didn’t question it further.”

“You know, Y/N, sometimes it feels like I’m the older sibling. You’re fucking stupid.”

“I’m well aware.”

He leans over the couch, glaring down at you. “Then wisen up and quit that damn job.”

“I’m good. William is good company.”

“He threatened to kill you!”

“And? He hasn’t. Yet.”

“You infuriate me, gayboy.” He says, stepping away from the couch.

“Cool. I’ll sleep here for now, when you get back from work I’ll definitely be up.”

“Whatever.” He waves his hand at you, ignoring the middle finger pointing his direction from behind the couch’s back.

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Part 2

also a lot of the stuff i write from now on may be male reader inserts lol

heres my springtrap design

here's the updated design lol

#springtrap #springtrap x reader #william afton #william afton x reader #afton #fnaf #fnaf x reader #fnaf 3 #yandere #yandere fnaf #yandere springtrap #five nights at freddy's #yandere x reader #x reader #male reader #male insert #reader insert #fnaf springtrap #gay

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edwardelricsrightarm · 3 years

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Riza Hawkeye as a child/young teen but she's just this Annie Oakley ass prodigal sharp shooter little shit who cuts her hair off with kitchen scissors and runs absolutely buckwild in the woods on her father's estate terrorizing small animals (humanely hunting I'm just being dramatic)

Roy boy is just this awkward nerdy little cornball who wants to get along, but they also kinda have that dynamic from the Swan Princess when Derek and Odette were kids ya feel me? Just watch the childhood montage from that movie you'll understand- ☠️

They have like nothing in common at the time (so they assume) and yet they end up thick as thieves cause Riza hasn't had many friends that she can see outside of her education and had an extremely isolated upbringing, so this goofy sweet baby faced dork just got her like that, even if he sometimes drives her nuts a little bit.

Riza would get upset fairly often bc her neglected social and emotional upbringing would get to her (bc realistically,,,,we know that was the case), and Roy got extremely good at knowing when she's upset and would often be the one to listen to her air her thoughts out (callback to the phone call scene after her encounter with pride, this lends background to how he knows her so well and reads her stress levels like a book even over the phone)

Mundane headcanons:

Roy would transmute little clay/dirt doves and targets for Riza bc he was worried about her shooting glass bottles and other assorted not necessarily safe objects.

Roy is trans, I can't untrans him that's just who he is to me. Riza is a self declared tomboy who I hc as nonbinary/demigirl. They're also bi4bi it's canon Arakawa told me.

Riza didn't really know good birthdays, and when Roy realized this it broke his heart bc Chris always tried to remember stuff like that for him and she's not even his own biological mother. So, he made an annual routine of gifting her something (often transmuted and unique).

Riza loved being out in nature back then and knew the wooded areas around the estate like the back of her own hand, when she and Roy had warmed up more to one another she made a routine of showing him all the neat little spots she'd found in the area for one reason or another, just for the sake of sharing that with someone. These remain some of their fondest memories.

Riza would be more likely to go out to shoot targets when she was angry or upset, if she was having a good day and had the time she would be more likely to go hunting because she enjoyed the hiking and tracking but couldn't focus on it when internally upset. Roy eventually figured this out as well.

Riza climbed so many trees, rocks, outcroppings, etc- and was always scraped up from something she probably shouldn't have climbed getting the better of her.

Riza used to have a nanny birddog named Otto, but he passed away before Roy came around, so making a new friend in him after that loss was a big comfort to her. She was hesitant to have other dogs until Hayate.

They're both autistic.

Relatedly, Riza would go nonverbal and lock herself in her room sometimes. Roy, concerned, would approach this by slipping little notes under the door offering company if needed, while not pushing her to talk.

Riza would sing/hum while doing chores or out and about exploring and on every occasion Roy overheard this he'd turn red from ear to ear- if she caught it and realized he'd heard she'd be twice as embarrassed.

Riza would take Roy foraging and showed him some useful/edible plants, and safe berries and mushrooms that she knew in the region. He was honestly always pretty impressed, especially considering some mushrooms that are safe have toxic siblings that look identical.

Both of them are varying levels of nerd. Riza is the type who's full of trivia, especially weird facts about her special interests (animal behavior, guns, bushcraft, navigation and tracking stuff, etc), Roy started out neutral to this but over time infosharing kinda became their love language, and he'd start to infodump right back. They'd spend hours like that some days.

Riza knows constellations really well for navigational reasons, and there were times that she showed Roy a way to get onto the roof from the attic and they'd stargaze. She would teach folk names of constellations, regional lore behind them, navigational uses for them etc; Roy would tell her basic facts about space and astronomy that come with understanding of alchemy.

Riza typically stuck to small prey (rabbits, fowl, easy to retrieve misc.), but Roy had an awakening when Riza first killed a whole ass deer (albeit a young one) and came back with it thrown over both shoulders with the determined energy of a small lionness.

Riza is REALLY good at cooking and baking because she had a bit too much free time to fuck around in the kitchen. She also learned how to cure and smoke meats bc of her hunting. It certainly helped them stay well fed.

Roy developed a habit of cooking for the household pretty regularly in a swapped routine with Riza after only a while of being around because he saw how much she had to be self sufficient in almost every way and honestly just wanted to relieve her of the constant responsibility and self parentification. He'd also help with chores constantly.

Roy had major internal conflict even early on because he respected his teacher greatly for his intelligence and brilliance, but also kned that Riza wasn't being raised well, and that no matter what he does, Berthold can only decline mentally. This is the root of his protective and caretaking behavior with her, ultimately.

Roy doodled and sketched a lot back in the day and had a little booklet that he guarded with his life bc it started out random assorted things, but eventually devolved into a book full of cute little doodles of mostly Riza jammed into the last half of the book (She can never know-). He still has it stored away.

Riza could easily pick him up even then, this never changed. She got to show this once when he sprained his ankle on a hike with her and she held half his weight as a crutch with no strain to herself. He never quite recovered from that (but boy did it make his crush worse).

Roy would notice rarely he'd have a shirt go missing and never could figure out why til he'd find Riza wearing an identical shirt. (She told herself it's just cause they're cozy of course- she just likes boys clothes too! They look nice under overalls and are comfortable to sleep in! nothing more /s) They never said a word about it even though it was right in front of them, they couldn't dare.

Roy had a bike, and she'd ride behind him down some of the rural roads and paths that could support it for fun sometimes.

During winter the home would get pretty chilly because of its size and not enough stoves/fireplaces to fully warm the declining estate, so when snowed in on miserably cold winter days they'd usually end up reclined in the study by the space heater or in the loungeroom by the fireplace reading separately, but still occasionally talking back and forth.

Riza stopped hunting post-Ishval. She couldn't bring herself to derive that same innocent pride and appreciation for the circle of life she once had, and felt she no longer deserved to have that respectful exchange with the cycle of life and death after what her skills had been used for. She never stops going to shooting ranges, but it's either for standard upkeep of practice or to vent.

#royai #roy mustang #riza hawkeye #young royai #fmab #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #fma #fma brotherhood #headcanons #long post

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shyrose57 · 3 years

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AU(s) where all the mod videos Tommy does, along with some other videos, are all alternate universes, and their residents end up in the SMP. Chaos ensues.

Voice Mod AU:

Universe where nobody talks aloud. They telepathically communicate, and the closer you are, the clearer and louder you are, unless you have the control the lower your mental voice.

Why?

Post-apocalyptic world(because Tommy said welcome to the new world at the start, and I too that and ran with it). They’re the new versions of humans, created after life returned on the planett, and the telepathy is a survival method, because outward noise draws predators, inner noise does not.

This also means they possibly have some other features similar to that. Like maybe Quackity’s duck wings being from some newly evolved duck species in the new world, Wilbur being a bit abnormally tall, or similar. I’m not sure.

Oh hey, no, Wilbur can be like a tree hybrid or something, cause Treebur.

Basically, evolution and telepathy.

Wilbur has a horse named Bert, he is speedy, and spends just as much time dragging his owner out of trouble than he does riding him into it.

The gang is basically just traveling the lands, exploring what’s about.

There are fish-horses, ender-horses, spider-horses, silverfish ponies, and horses that are somewhat like a breed between llamas and sheep in the world.

There are a lot of new horse breeds.

The Quackity of this universe wears clothes a lot like Manhunt Dream’s, hoodie-wise, but it’s all bright blue, and his mask has the :] face on it.

Size Mod AU:

Universe where people can shift and change sizes, though only to certain ones.

For example, Wilbur’s stuck small. He can shift to the size of a small dog, height wise, or that of a flower, but he can’t get big. Quackity can go smaller than Wilbur, or literally bigger than the Enderdragon. Both Tommy can be normal sized, or big, and Phil’s can be about the size of a tree, or become the size of a small mountain.

They all live in a nice house in the plains and spend their time terrorizing the locals.

Wilbur has a little house within the house, and he uses his size to cause havoc more often than not. Quackity is equally guilty of this.

Sometimes when the kids are being particularly bad, Phil puts the smaller ones in a compost bin and holds Tommy off the ground until he starts behaving.

Quackity’s a follower of the Blood God. Not to Techno’s length, but he goes and kills rabbits for him, and dedicates the chaos his giant form causes to the guy. In return, the four always have a flourishing harvest, and Quackity’s absolutely mean in battle.

Wilbur sleeps in one of Tommy’s old shoes that he stole and made into a bed.

Honestly, Wilbur’s kind of like the house mouse. He steals stuff and vibes in his little home in the walls. The cats that occasionally slip in try to eat him a lot too.

Wilbur and Quackity are bird hybrids, Tommy’s a zombie hybrid(cause he’s fighting a zombie and saying ‘I burn’ at that little bit), and Phil’s an iron golem hybrid.

Quackity and WIlbur have little bird-houses set up around the area for them to dart into and hide if anything comes after them.

They all met when tiny Q and Wilbur tried to rob Tommy and Phil. They succeeded with Tommy, but Phil was less than impressed at the attempt. Somehow it resulted in them all sharing a house.

Dragon Mod AU:

Universe set in more medieval-themed world. Phil, Quackity, and Tommy are dragon hunters. Wilbur’s a mischievous dragon sorcerer who enjoys shapeshifting into a dragon to mess with people. The hunters were originally sent after him, but spent more time frantically running for their lives while he laughed at them.

Wilbur’s actually good friends with the actual Enderdragon, who he calls Keithette. It was with her blessing that he decided to pick on the hunters.

He just spends all of his time messing with them. That’s all he does. He messes with them. It’s originally more malicious, which means they had a ridiculous amount of deaths, but they eventually all grew fond of each other, so now it’s more playful.

He helps them find treasure and scares off rivals.

Tommy’s a trained medic.

Quackity and Wilbur are...something? It’s a Skephalo situation. They could just be very affectionate friends, or they could be dating, or they could be messing with everyone. Nobody knows, and everytime they think they’ve figured it out, the two seem to magically know and do something to throw them off.

They’ve confused many, many people with their antics.

(They’re probably messing with people though, because they definitely know what they’re doing)

When the actual Enderdragon and her egg mysteriously went missing, Wilbur rounded up his friends and asked for their help in finding her-so now the group is on a quest to find her and return her to the End.

Natural Disaster Mod AU:

Universe where world ending natural disasters just keep happening. It killed off a lot of people, but honestly, at this point, it’s been going on for years, and those that remain are pretty used to it.

Tubbo and Wilbur are followers of the Mule God, and were brought together by him. Jack and Tommy are two good friends who came together to survive. And Phil’s a top-tier survivalist who keeps an eye on the four, mostly because he’d feel bad if they died too often while they live in the area.

Though they’re all three different groups, they stick together and help each other out.

Tommy and Tubbo were childhood friends before the disasters separated them. A young Jack found Tommy and took him in, and Tubbo was saved and blessed by the Mule God. They’re still friends, but have somewhat grown apart with their differing lifestyles.

Tommy’s a penguin hybrid.

Tubbo and Wilbur have been known to try and scam people passing by, and they have tried this with everyone in the area too-the difference is the ones who stick around know better than to buy it.

Whenever Tommy wants to hang out, he declares he’s rescuing Tubbo, and steals him from whatever he’s doing. Wilbur has long since accepted that occasionally Tubbo is going to be stolen, and doesn’t even blink anymore.

Tommy wears green, and Tubbo wears red.

Storm riding is a favored sport of Tubbo’s, where you grab a hang glider and get swept up into the storm. Jack hates it, but often gets dragged along anyway.

Morph Mod AU:

Universe where shapeshifters are more common, and Tommy, Charlie, Phil, Schlatt, and Wilbur are all a clan of them.

They co-exist with humans, and actually protect the local villages they live close too.

They also spend a lot of time messing with people outside said villages, but that’s unimportant.

Charlie and Wilbur prefer to be aquatic creatures. while Phil transforms into whatever works better for the environment he’s in. Schlatt just does whatever, and Tommy usually sticks to human form, only shifting when he’s bored or he needs too.

Wilbur tried to transform into a horse once, while in fish form. He’s not sure what exactly happened, but long story short, he’s the reason for the myth of the hippocampus.

They have a house in the village, one out, and then general little areas meant for them in animal form.

Because shapeshifters are strongly group-oriented, they prefer to shift in pairs or groups. Charlie and Wilbur typically pair up, as do Schlatt and Tommy. Philza doesn’t really have that instinct as strongly, so he just stays close to them instead.

Laser Eye Mod AU:

Universe set in a futuristic setting, where, due to an ancient void deity becoming malicious, Tommy, Phil, Charlie, and Wilbur are selected to become plasma wielding cyber warriors(futuristic magical girls, basically) to fight back against such threats.

These four’s cybernetics were embued with magic to produce specific plasma that would be effective against threats.

Phil wields divine plasma, and it’s fired out from his cybernetic wings, which were implanted as a military experiment. He can even detach a feather to act as a plasma covered sword.

Tommy wields phoenix plasma, and it’s fired out of his cybernetic eyes, which were transplanted into him when he was in an accident young, rendering him blind. They allow him to see by scanning out the outlines of objects and areas, and feeding the image into his brain.

Wilbur wields soulfire plasma, which is fired from his prosthetic legs, which have a kind of mermaid-motif, with fins and all, and make him a fast swimmer.

And Charlie wields greekfire plasma, fired from his cybernetic arm-it can also fire slime-like globs that rapidly grow and incase the area they’re attached too.

Wilbur was actually the first selected for the program, but he went missing shortly after, stolen and controlled by the void deity, who turned him into quite the obstacle for the others.

They eventually rescued him from it’s control, and after he recovered, he joined the fight.

Endermen and endermen hybrids are common minions of the void deity-it seems to have End-based origins, being able to control them.

Lava Ravine Mod AU:

Universe where Phil, Charlie, Wilbur, and Tommy are all strangers, who get a mysterious invite to an unknown world. It seems like a lovely vacation at first, strangers aside, but things turn deadly when a seemingly normal ravine in the ground begins to grow, the lava inside it begins to rise, and our heroes find themselves unable to leave the world.

They soon realized they may have been selected for their ability to survive, but to do that, they’re going to have to all work together.

Tommyinnit originates from the world of RLcraft, Phil grew up in Hardcore Mode, Charlie is a fallen god from a world of chaos, and Wilbur has lived through a world like this before.

They build a giant glass and stone dome, and live within there, using their various skills to survive.

Wilbur pretty much knows how this world works to a T, and is able to predict when the lava will raise and how quickly. He knows how to survive and work around the heat.

Tommy and Phil have a variety of skills from their lives before, not limited to first aid and cooking.

And Charlie’s got a bit of godly power he can put to good use here, as well as many out-of-the-box ideas for what to do.

Charlie brought a card-game from his old world, and teaches Wilbur how to play. It becomes a favorite past time of theirs.

Jump Mod AU:

Universe where enhanced individuals have recently begun to exist. Tommy, Wilbur, and Quackity are some of many who choose to use their new abilities for their own gain, becoming thieves. They were taken under the wing of master thief Philza, who was in the game long before he gained his new powers.

Or, well, they were thieves. A job gone wrong resulted in them being caught by authorities, and forced into a deal. Once thieves for their own gain, now they’re agents for the government, stealing back what was stolen from their country.

All of them are generally more physically enhanced, with agility, endurance, and all that jazz. But they also have other abilities.

Tommy’s faster than anyone. Wilbur can refract light, essentially becoming invisible. Phil can communicate with birds. And Quackity can change the density of anything he touches, himself excluded.

Philza was actually caught because he stayed behind for his new partners. He had realized someone was looking into them, and didn’t want the younger ones going into that alone.

TNT Mod AU:

Universe where everyone is a mob hybrid, and they live divided in tribes. Tommy, Phil, Charlie, and Wilbur are a tribe/keg of creeper hybrids, who protect their territory, and cause havoc for any trespassers who happens upon them.

No one dares settle there, because these four are just as likely to swear a village’s protection as they are to laugh as they set it ablaze. It’s purely up to how they feel at the moment, finicky keg that they are.

However, there is a reason some do venture here.

Every tribe/(name for grouping of specific mob) guards a certain treasure. For the creeper boys, it’s an orchard of apple trees that grow, not only red apples, but gold ones too-and rarely, a god apple.

If you do happen to stumble upon their territory unintentionally, your best bet is to appeal to Wilbur, as he does have a soft spot for people-of course, you’ll need to make sure none of the others think you’re taking advantage of that soft spot, lest they slowly and painfully kill you for even considering it.

Creepers are very friendly to them, and see them as one of their own. Other mobs, not so much.

The orchard is surrounded by a dense forest, that’s abruptly lets up to a clearing that rings around it. This is where the keg lives, in high tree houses all connected to one another.

Their forest is their pride and joy, and it’s filled with many exotic trees and plants from around the world. Bringing them an addition for it is a sure way to assure your survival, and even gain an alliance, if it’s a really good addition.

Likewise, messing it up even slightly will immediately get you murdered.

Black Hole Mod AU:

Universe where the sun exploded and became a black hole that’s slowly consuming the world. Though many perished, some survived, with the advanced technology in the future.

Wilbur, Charlie, Phil, and Tommy are some of those survivors.

Charlie is a scientist, studying the black hole to see if there’s anyway to perhaps stop it, or survive within it once it consumes them.

Phil’s a former mercenary who came to the lab with Tommy, after finding the young student stumbling about the remains of a city.

Wilbur’s the former on-board scientist from the crew that first encountered the black hole. He was originally presumed dead, but suddenly reappeared one day, and was found nearby by Phil, who dragged him to the lab. He’s...different. He’s seen things.

Charlie and Wilbur graduated from the same university, and were actually working in the same lab before Wilbur joined his crew in space for an up-close study.

Philza has a bad habit of adopting any creature he finds, and it’s become something of a joke by the four. He adopted Tommy, he’s adopted Wilbur and Charlie, and he has quite a few birds and other creatures that followed him back.

Body Shuffle Mod AU:

Universe where glitches a common sight, and humanity has evolved alongside them.

The world basically...well, I wouldn’t say revolves around? But glitches are a large part of life at this point, and players have specifically evolved to be able to work with them.

A common glitch includes the Body Glitch, where random body parts will seemingly vanish off a person without causing them harm or effecting them.

Tommy and Charlie are Takers, people who have a special, glitch-specific gene that allows them to take a glitch effecting a being or item, and pull that effect from said being/item, and upon themselves.

They’re equally loved and hated, considering the rarity of the gene, and what uses it could be employed for.

The two have a business that they use this ability to take and relocate glitches for various purposes.

Philza and Wilbur are the two’s bodyguards turned friends, who protect them from less savory people, and suss out the ones with bad intentions.

Gas Mod AU:

Universe set in a modern fantasy world where a mysterious gas suddenly overtook the planet. Many died. A few survived-but for some of them, that was the crueler fate, as the mysterious gas began to make them monsterous creatures that sought flesh and blood.

Tommy, Charlie, Phil and Wilbur are the scattered survivors in a city overtaken by the gas, banding together to fight back the monsters born from the green fog, and stay alive.

Wilbur was formerly a cartographer on a ship. He’s also half siren, and his most priceless possession is a diamond dagger given to him by his former captain.

Charlie is a doctor, as well as a wizard. His magic pet is a slime-like dragon. Yeah, he’s not sure where the little guy came from either.

Phil got a whole cocktail of heritage, but most are sky-related, so he’s got a strong grasp on air magic, which he uses to create safe bubbles for the gang to breathe freely.

And Tommy’s a low tier human-turned demon after death- an imp, basically. He causes havoc.

They all have to wear gas mask, which are heavily enchanted to keep the gas from affecting them.

The group basically just has a weirdly domestic life in the abandoned city, after they cleared out an abandoned apartment building to chill in.

Surgery Mod:

Universe where the gang are the experiments of a mad scientist having escaped.

Tommy is a poison-based experiment, Wilbur is a Nether-based one, Philza is an End-based experiment, and Charlie is an Over-world based one.

They were all grouped together in a cell because the older three are part of the Dimension Project, and Tommy accidentally imprinted on Wilbur when he was created, meaning he would have died if he was separated from him.

The four eventually decide that they hate this life, and stage a break out with the rest of the guys experiments.

Once they escaped, they decided to travel the world as a family, exploring everything they’d never had the chance to see, and finding where they belonged in this place.

Lava Floor Mod AU:

Universe where all the oceans in the world have been replaced by lava. For Ninja, Tommy, Wilbur, and George, their get-along vacation goes south when they’re stranded alone on a chain of distant islands, far from any sign of civilization.

If they ever hope to survive, they’ll have to put their issues to the side and work together to get to the one place unaffected-the Nether.

Tommy ‘Smokes’ Notfound, and Wilbur ‘Soot’ Fortnite are the two children of the struggling couple George ‘Specs’ Notfound and Ninja ‘Bow’ Fortnite, who haven’t seen each other in years, despite still being married.

The two, knowing how close their kids were, agree to meet up so the two can hang out, which is why they ended up on this vacation on the first place.

Wilbur and Smokes would really appreciate if their parents could get along too-it’d make vacation a lot nicer without all the tension. And yes, they could worry about all the oceans turning to lava, but they won’t. Instead, they’re going to be gremlins who try to get their parents to make up, whether that means divorce, or becoming a happy couple again.

Rising Void Mod AU:

Universe where the planets are being eaten by the void. Tommy, Philza, and Quackity are all aliens who managed to escape the demise of their home planets, and crashed landed on Earth, with the intention of warning them of what was coming.

Unfortunately, the only guy around for miles is Ranboo, a conspiracy theorist who prefers his isolated mountain cabin to the city...and also is in complete denial about the existence of aliens, even if they’re standing right in front of him.

Quackity is from a planet where ores and gems have a large part of fashion culture.

Tommy’s planet was the first to fall. However, Quackity was the one who was closest to be touching, and it leaves side effects-like him occasionally hearing it’s eldritch whispering calling for him to surrender himself to it and stop fighting-

But, y’know. It’s fine. It’s all good.

(Although he does happen to be the most aware of their inevitable fate, and uses humor to cope with the knowledge that no matter how hard they try, he and these people he’s grown to care for are going to die, and there’s absolutely no way to stop that)

Sky Grid Mod AU

Universe where Ranboo is a young, lonely god born to a grid-formed world. Though he has made many interesting creations, he decides he wants someone like him. Who can listen, and answer, and love, and hate.

And the universe loves him, so it answers.

It finds two souls who’ve died too young, and puts them into his hands to mold as he wishes. One, he creates in colors of green, like grass, and emeralds, and poison alike. The other, he creates in colors of red, like lava and poppies, and warm beds.

Their names are Tubbo and Tommy, and they’re different than what he thought they’d be. They cannot be controlled or remade, but they can bleed, and they can laugh, and most importantly, they can make choices.

And they choose to love him, taking him in their embrace as a friend, treating him kindly, and as one of their own, regardless of his power or abilities.

The three make a home in the gridded world, finding themselves and never fearing the fall, because the world loves both it’s godling, and the people made within it.

Terraforming The Moon AU:

Universe where the remains of humanity have fled to the moon upon the destruction of earth. They unintentionally awake age-old space deities, who, luckily for them, feel like lending a hand-mostly.

Wilbur is the only actual deity of the moon, but the rest of the SBI spend more time there than they don’t, because humans are interesting.

Tommy’s the youngest god, a deity of the stars within their young galaxy-it’s a position that was passed onto him by the former star deity, Clara.

Technoblade is the deity of both Mars and Venus. He’s actually been to Earth a few times before it’s destruction, and finds their cultures fascinating-particularly the Greek and Romans.

Philza is the god of the End. The oldest, he’s not just a deity, he’s a primordial of the end of all things. Truthfully, it was the very end of Earth that awoke him from his slumber, and it’s former inhabitants interesting lives that keep him awake.

They all pick a human to favor, and help out. Changes on the day.

Honestly, they aren’t necessarily malicious? They don’t really consider the fact that humans don’t have the same limitations and powers as them, so occasionally they fuck something up that somebody worked hard on, and don’t understand why they don’t just fix it already, not realizing that the humans actually have to take awhile to do that.

One Hundred Player Laboratory AU:

Universe set in modern time.

Wilbur and Technoblade are two university students trying to do a study for their finals-unfortunately, the rats they were supposed to use are both oddly sentient, and incredibly chaotic.

Techno and Wilbur are doing a study of behavior, and other scientific things. To do this, Techno has built a large, complex maze/building thing.

And Wilbur purchased a bunch of rats-except, he probably should have been a bit more careful who he bought from, becomes these rats definitely understand human speech, are all not normally colored, and desire to be as annoying and detrimental to their grades as possible.

To put it lightly, it’s not going well.

George’s If You Laugh You Lose Rematch AU:

Universe set in a chaotic, light-hearted world.

Sapnap, Karl, George, and Dream are some of the world’s residents.

Karl and Dream are chaotic shapeshifters who enjoy messing with George.

Sapnap’s a mischievous nether spirit who likes to team up and help them do it.

Karl can shift into objects, and Dream can turn into animals.

The whole world is comedic, and all it’s residents have a permanent case of the giggles-to the point of making a game of how long one can hold off laughing.

Sapnap usually takes the form of an enderman or enderman hybrid

#dream smp #dream smp au #tubbo #ranboo #tommyinnit #philza #technoblade #charlie slimecicle #quackity #georgenotfound #dreamwastaken #karl jacobs #wilbur soot #sapnap #Bits And Bobs of AUs And Mods AU

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prurientpuddlejumper · 3 years

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Cold Hands

Jackson Neill x Reader

For @storiesofsvu’s Fall Bingo! Requested by @detectivebarba. Followed up in Cozy Sweaters

Warnings: NSFW (smutty lines, no smut). Angst, cheating, breakup.

OK, so, my fluffy Jackson fics take place in a world where Sarah never happened or after she & Jackson broke up… But what if they didn’t?

1,800 words

“Here’s another one: ‘Professor Neill is super dreamy. He’s a PILF.’ What’s a PILF?”

“I honestly don’t know. I don’t read these comments. I don’t care,” Jackson replied with irritation. He did, and he does, but he wasn’t going to let some cultist make him out to be an exploitative, charismatic leader.

“But you did ‘eff’ a student, right?”

Jackson laughed nervously under the hot stage lights.

“Any chance you had a sexual relationship with a student you used for a source in your article?” Cal Roberts, the man sitting across the news set from him, raised an eyebrow innocently, reveling in the way his little ace in the hole had Jackson pinned.

“Of course not. That would be unethical.”

“Right, right.”

How the fuck did he find out? When Sarah chose to go back to the Meyerist Movement instead of listening to reason, he didn’t think she would tell anyone. Their fringe movement was dangerous—restrictive to personal freedoms. Letting them know that she was his source would have put her in danger. The fact that one of its leaders knew blindsided him.

He was tense for the rest of the debate, and the cameras picked up on it. He looked like an asshole. The cult won this round as far as the audience was concerned.

As the cameras turned off and the PA came to unclip his mic, Jackson stepped close to Cal and said, low enough not to be overheard, “I did care about her. I do. Tell her I miss her, and I hope she’s OK.”

Guilt over their affair swirled in his gut as he walked off the set—and came to a screeching halt as he ran into you.

You had been sitting in the vacant live-audience area to watch the filming, but you were standing now, as if you’d gotten up to meet him but froze halfway there and were just… staring. Your eyes were dull.

“Who was he talking about?” you asked in a small voice.

Anger he could have handled. His ex-wife was always screaming at him for his screw-ups. But this was something worse.

He could have placated you with lies. Told you that everything with Sarah was before he met you, but you were too clever for that—too interested in his research not to realize when he started using her as a source. Besides, you didn’t deserve to be lied to again. If he hoped to salvage his relationship with you, then you deserved the truth from now on.

“Listen, let’s just… go home and talk.”

You silently nodded.

***

A thick silence haunted the car ride home, punctuated only by the howl of autumn wind through the dark city streets.

On the ride to the studio, you had been so animated, helping him prepare for the debate. You would pretend to be a Meyerist and argue against him so Jackson could practice his response. He put his hand on your thigh, and it was so warm. You squealed at his icy fingertips, but instead of batting them away, you shoved them deeper between your thighs. “Someone has to help your bad circulation,” you declared with a grin. “Can’t let you get frostbite.” He could barely focus on the road.

Now, when he tried to say something… to broach the subject… you only stared out the passenger window at the passing streetlights and bare trees.

He reached out to touch you, but you shrugged him off.

***

Jackson couldn’t have known the deafening chaos of that car ride home. His home, not yours, though you had all but moved in. You’d been planning to make it official when your lease was up, but now you would have to renew it.

You’d have to let your roommates know you’d be staying.

All these little thoughts swarmed through your head like post-it notes caught in a cyclone—reminders of a million mundane plans falling apart and being remade. The logistics of separating two entangled lives. Would you take your houseplant back or leave it in Jackson’s kitchen? There was never enough light for it in your apartment.

If you started thinking about the big things—who was the student? How long? How many nights did he say he was working late when he was with them?—then you might fall apart.

The car was silent, but inside your head was an endless dark roar.

Jackson parked in the driveway, and without a word, you began wandering through the house like a ghost, picking up your things and packing them up in a plastic garbage bag. Half your wardrobe was here. It should take two trips, but if you had to come back… if you had to see him again, and he asked you to stay, you might be too weak. So you’d have to get everything in one trip.

Your feet shuffled lifelessly into the bathroom to retrieve your toiletries when Jackson squeezed through the door in front of you and blocked the sink.

“Stop. Please. Let’s talk about this.”

“What’s there to talk about? I don’t want to know his name.”

The obvious thought was, maybe it wasn’t true. That Meyerist guy would have said anything just to make Jackson look bad. But if that were the case, Jackson would have told you so right away. He didn’t, and he wasn’t even trying to sell you an alternate fiction to exonerate himself. For a cheater, he was honest. Jackson never lied to you, so you used to think. That was why this… this was so unexpected. You never saw it coming.

You tried to get around him, but he kept getting in the way of your toothbrush until you looked at him. “She wasn’t a student. She was participating in one of my classes as a guest speaker. She’s not even enrolled at the university. He made it sound as if—”

“DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT’S THE PART I HAVE A PROBLEM WITH?!” you screamed.

Your anger had been so seething, quiet, you didn’t even realize you were angry until you finally opened your mouth and fury poured out like dragon’s fire. It caught you both by surprise. You shoved past him to grab your toothbrush and marched back out into the master bedroom without another word.

Tears pricked the back of your eyelids. You didn’t like yourself when you lost control like that, especially knowing how his ex had been. How much he flinched at raised voices. Part of you wanted to turn around and hold him, comfort him, apologize. Then you felt sick that that was your first impulse after what he did.

Maybe the bastard deserved it.

“I… just wanted you to know I’m not some kind of… of predator.” He sounded like a child, his voice high and thin.

You turned.

He looked so pathetic standing there in the bathroom with his rumpled shirt hanging off fallen shoulders, his eyes shining wet and desperate.

“Why?” you asked. It was the only question you could ask. The only one that mattered—if it even mattered. You heard your voice breaking as if it were in another room.

“It was just supposed to be research. I chatted her up to learn about the Meyerist Movement… It wasn’t cheating, at first. I never meant to let things go that far. But she was so smart, but vulnerable… I thought I could help her get out. I thought she was ready to leave religion behind, like I did. She was so much like I used to be. Before I knew it, I was falling in love with her. I didn’t mean for it to happen.”

Tears escaped your eyes, but you didn’t want them to. You didn’t want him to see you cry over him. “So you love her?”

“No! I love you—I chose you,” he croaked. “It’s been over for a long time. She was only using me to help her research the history of Meyerism. When I realized that...” He took a few steps toward you, but you took one back to stay out of reach.

You let out a bark of cynical laughter. “So I was your fallback? The one who actually cared about you? Supported you? It was too hard having this woman lean on you for help, so you just used me the same way?”

“That… that isn’t—”

“You don’t love me. I’m just a soft place for you to land. If she patiently waited at home for you, you would have left me, wouldn’t you?”

“It was a mistake. The worst mistake of my life. Please...”

“The worst part is, I thought you were better than this. I believed in you. You were always so cuddly and domestic, the kind of guy you settle down with—I thought I finally found a man I could trust.”

“You can. It will never happen again. I’ll spend my whole life making up for it if I have to.”

Unlike the tightly clenched tear ducts on your face, regularly scrubbed dry with the back of your sleeve, Jackson’s tears were freely flowing down his cheeks. He tried to hold you, but you shoved his cold touch away.

It was too late for that. His arms were not comfort anymore.

All you could see was him wrapping those arms around her. All while you were cooking him dinner, being so understanding of his late nights, waiting for him to come home. Never knowing. Never thinking he would betray you.

He must have washed her scent off him. Did he scrub his cock with soap twice just to make sure you wouldn’t taste her on him when you knelt between his knees? Did he think about her hair when he was pulling yours? Imagine her lips wrapped around him?

Was she better than you? Was that why he did it?

Did he finger her the same way, slow and gentle, before fucking her? You wondered if he murmured the same praises, told her she was taking him so well, if he gave that same breathy, “fuck,” just before he came inside her.

Weren’t you enough? What did you do so wrong that he needed to cheat?

Finally, you began to sob. Your whole body rocking, shoulders heaving in big gasping breaths. He took advantage of the moment and hugged you tight, whispering shallow promises meant to be comforting, and you could tell his heart was breaking at the sight of you in pain.

You let him hold you, just for a moment, because it still felt so good—he still felt like home.

But you were sobbing for broken plans. For the apartment lease you would have to renew when you had been looking forward to moving in. For the dog you and Jackson wanted to adopt from the shelter. For the Airbnb you booked in Vermont for leaf-peeping season that would have to be canceled.

His cheating hands felt cold on your back, but you let him hold you a little bit longer, because despite everything, your heart was breaking for him, too.

Because this would be the last time he ever held you.

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bunchofstraydogs · 3 years

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Dazai Osamu character breakdown as I understand him

Meaning that this might be inaccurate and your opinion and visage of him might differ from mine, which is just fine. We perceive the world and the people around us through our experiences and expectations. I'm curious to know how you guys see a complex character like Dazai, just please respect everyone's opinions.

Warning: Manga plot mentions, s2 spoilers, BEAST light novel spoilers, Dazai Osamu

Dazai Osamu was introduced into the scene of Bungou Stray Dogs at 14 when Mori found him.

Even at that young age, Dazai had suicidal tendencies and had been wrapped in bandages similarly as he is in the present. Already dealing with too much trauma for a child his age, the fire is fuelled as he was forced to bear witness to the death of the Port Mafia boss at the hands of Mori, the person that took him under his wing. To use him; which was becoming very apparent to Osamu if he hadn't been aware since the start. Now, I'm not saying that death of the previous boss left a particular scar on Samu, he even agrees with it and is something he himself would have done. But that that is the scene that bore fruit of the following quotes:

"Or could it be that you're afraid, Mori-san? That one day i will slit your throat and take over as the boss?"

followed by

"Everyone seems suspicious to those who have an axe to grind."

This tells us right away that he can tell what type of person you are just from the way you perceive your surroundings, which is logical, but not something many think too deep into.

Even less who have their evaluations of others on point like he does. And he has to, since Dazai's plan is always to understand his allies, his enemies, possible allies and possible enemies. He also takes into account important neutral parties that can still, in one way or another, affect the outcome of his plans or decide to align with one side out of common interest. After comes realising the main goals, along with side achievements (just in case some of those maim his allies or ruin the future plans he made) of every party. Taking in their morals and motivation, and being familiar with the ground the confrontation will happen on, he now has the view of the whole chess board and it's pieces in his head. He moves his allies in the right places, knowing how they'll react in the situation to come, and awaits the enemies with open fire arms. He was tought to think like that. At all times. Mori made sure of it. You know how specialists never really stop thinking in their areas of expertise, like doctors, for example, will naturally notice people's posture and look for scoliosis or whatever? How your foot hits the floor, if you're walking straight, your knees and shoulders, etc. Same for Dazai. His brain maps out person's expressions, reactions, choices, personality, etc. in great detail. I'm pretty sure he has eidetic memory, if his conversations in manga with Fyodor are anything to go by.

Another thing his brain does is think of worst possible outcomes.

Not in a fear of what if things go wrong, but as a possible route. He uses it to determine how big of a threat the opposing force is and what steps they'll have to take to achieve that. Knowing that, he'll know how to intercept them. Also, like everything else, it's not something he can control since we're talking about thought process here and that's just how his brain works. Can't magically turn that off. It's especially annoying to him when he's genuinely enjoying himself with, let's say, ADA members and then his brain goes brrr.

•"A lot happened recently and we're a torn in many people's eyes." *Tanizaki and Atsushi drinking punch* "There's a possibility, while a small one, about 8% at this very moment, but as time goes on will increase, that an organisation outside of Yokohama decided we're an unavoidable threat and poisoned the drinks. Don't drink that. Nothing will happen, they'll wake up tomorrow in pristine condition don't drink th-"

Yeah, i feel bad for him too.

He has PTSD and insomnia, besides the hectic brain,

so he's not getting proper amount of rest. Actually, he drinks almost every night by himself at home. Pretty sure it's canon as well, because if you search for a picture of him in his room, you'll see him surrounded by multiple bottles. Two of the PTSD symptoms are hallucinations and night terrors (no, that is not the same as a nightmare). What people usually do is use opium to cause hallucinations in a safe environment so that there's little chance of them happening uncontrolled. He's probably using alcohol to numb himself while he's reminiscing, since if he does still have hallucinations after years having passed by (which isn't impossible), they're probably few and far between. Not saying there's no chance he isn't using opium. He would know where to get what he needs, after all.

Osamu's haunted by his own actions as well, not just by trauma caused to him.

At an uncountable amount of occasions, he found himself looking into a mirror and not really comprehending his image. It was like dissociation. Looking through a fog at what's supposed to be your carbon copy, but not knowing all of your features perfectly, so whatever you're seeing could only be an impostor, yet you're not sure because that would take comprehending physical proof of your life to the fullest and how it works and he just... can't. He can but he doesn't want to. He already knows he's despicable and broken, doesn't really feel the need to see just how much. He can't, for all his perfect memory, remember the faces of the people he has killed. He hadn't even seen all of them, but he was responsible for their demise. Causing havoc and misfortune in general through other crimes besides murder as well. We've seen his expression when he listened in on Atsushi talking to Kyouka over the earpiece how the 35 deaths don't matter anymore. He knows they do and he knows that the change of heart won't justify what he's they've done. Ango thought him to value each life. But he also knows that even murderers can change and become good. Oda did that. It's also what's keeping him in the agency.

When Oda died, his last words mentioned that Dazai doesn't care about good or bad and that was correct for Dazai Osamu back then. I genuinely think that his present self does mind the difference.

He believes in necessary evil and will do dark shit to get the good outcome he's envisioned.

He doesn't separate outlaws and lawful people, however.

He knows that generally speaking, the line is thin and easy to cross and that many were born or forced into the situations they are. Those that fight the life thrown at them are an exception, not a rule. That's also why he likes Atsushi, probably the main reason. The boy has every right to hate the world and yet. Dazai is envious, he doesn't really have the same capacity.

I want now to talk about why does Dazai Osamu do what Dazai Osamu does.

The reason he attempts suicide, joined the mafia, made friends at all, is because for all his intelligence and observations, ability to understand others, he doesn't really understand himself.

He doesn't understand his worth. He doesn't understand his purpose. In all of that confusion, he finds no reason to live. He laughs but can't get the high, he bruises but can't fully heal. In all of the things people find happiness in he can't feel joy from. He is emotionally stunted. He thinks too logically. He doesn't understand actions out of emotions because to him, it doesn't make sense. Emotions cloud your mind and when you're not thinking straight, you make mistakes. Plain and simple. He just accepts it, that most people simply cannot control themselves and prefer lashing out instead of methodical approach. All the better for him, he has leverage. Even when he does act on impulse, which is incredibly rare and not as explosive and dramatic, his brain rationalises it as to why his actions were a good way to go. And if his reaction was one that bore fruit, than it was a tactical one.

"If you place yourself somewhere close to raw emotions, where you're exposed to raw violence and death, instinct and desire, you can brush against man's true nature. I though that way i could find a reason to live somehow."

From this, i can tell that he was hoping that, in a situation where he's pushed far enough, he'd realise what's important to him, what he wants to protect or destroy, what's one thing he wouldn't want to leave unsettled before dying. What is that one thing he'd regret dying before achieving? What should he fight death for. What is worth living on for? To him, it doesn't matter if that something is good or evil as long as he gets to keep it in his life.

It seems he hadn't found it exactly, but is satisfied with what he has for now, in the agency, to just keep going. But he still tries to commit suicide, hoping that one day, when the clear picture of the world around him is fading away, when he's becoming light headed from the lack of oxygen, when he's loosing control over his body and thoughts don't seem to flow well, there will be one thing, anyone, screaming at him to fight it. New day new chances. It didn't happen today, better luck tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomo-.

Now, like Mori, Dazai feels the need to, at all times, be in control of the situation. Including people.

That means no one, but perhaps Ranpo due to his own abnormal intellect, is aware of their own role. They know their mission, but they're not expecting to be given that particular one because they'll come across an obstacle they would react to in a way that would satisfy Osamu's plans.

Dazai Osamu is more of a chemist, than a chess player, if you ask me.

Throwing different people into the mix, under different conditions at different times and is noting down their reactions in safe surrounding if possible, so that when the time calls for it, he'll be able to make a perfect concoction for the predicament. A chemist and his substances; A chess player and his pawns; A puppeteer and his puppets. Now, Dazai is meticulous and never rash, but like everyone else (except effin Lovecraft what is he even) he's only human and he bleeds when he falls down and humans aren't perfect. He isn't always right. That means he makes mistakes. The issue with big shot players that control the board is that, when they fall down, everyone on their side crashes and burns as well. So the day Dazai fucks up everyone else will follow because of lack of insight on their part that's completely out of their control. All it takes is for him to underestimate or overestimate one person and chaos ensues. There is no such thing as happy little accidents small mistakes for someone like him. I have crippling anxiety and a sole thought that one hiccup could blow up in everyone's face... damn. I would try committing suicide myself. But it's his fault, he brought upon himself an obligation and pressure like that. To be fair, it was Mori that drilled that type of thinking where no one should know what you plan because they can't ruin what they don't know If they turn against you, they can't stop you.

For his own sake, and everyone else's, Dazai needs to learn how to show his cards and share the burden.

Again, going back to the emotionally stunted guy that has commitment issues (where he either can't commit or can't let go) trope.

He never outright does something good for someone where people would acknowledge it, he uses his underhanded tactics here as well.

He casually makes himself look like a bad guy, an asshole, to conveniently move attention from the inner turmoil a person is struggling with to a present problem at hand that they can fix and let their frustrations out on. But he hopes that, one day, someone just might notice his intentions for what they are and do the unspeakable- see through him.

"I'm a very private person. You don't ask, i don't tell."

Yes, and your whole existence is just a huge cry for help. He wants to be asked. He's begging for attention. A specific type of attention. One that will see him without making him feel imposed on. One that will understand his sins without making a big deal out of it. Accept him as a person he is, makes him feel like one as well. Makes him feel alive. Makes him feel... period.

The day he finds that thing is the day he completely turns his life around and fully dedicates to it. It's where the part of not being able to let go commitment issue ensues.

Since Oda's death he's been secretly keeping an eye out on possible ways to bring him back. If you've read Beast AU you know that when Dazai gets his hands on the book, he'll create a universe where Oda doesn't die. Should he find an ability user that can bring back the dead, just tell him what it will take, he's ready to destroy his own soul for it and if that isn't enough, well, he'll have no hesitation ruining theirs. After all, BEAST!Dazai Osamu never actually met Odasaku, he just had the memories he'd gotten from his canon self and that was enough for him to do everything he did.

He's incredibly selfish and has a weird come in but the door is a wall dynamic he rolls with in his self imposed solitude.

It's like the walls of the space in my brain are ugly and terrifying, so i closed off the entrance to keep myself in. I'm doing you a favour but please break the wall down and tell me it's okay to come out i don't want to be here-

Happy little thoughts woah woah yeah~

That's what i got from what I've seen of him. I may have missed some things, some things might prove to be wrong as the series progress further, but yeah.

There is, however, one more thing i want to put out here. Since Dazai was already like this before Mori found him, that begs to question as to why? What happened to him?

Now, since the characters are based on real people, is it crazy to say that Dazai Osamu has had a horrible childhood because of his father? Real life Dazai was terrified of his dad and was very intimidated by him. He always tried to stay in his good graces out of fear of punishment. Neither of his parents felt like a parent to him, actually. His father didn't care and his mother was often ill, but did care for him when she could. Both of them died eventually.

This could be the plot Kafka based Dazai's background on, but we'll have to wait and see.

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