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Never Grow Up (gojo x you)
summary: on the first night megumi is in gojo's care, you give the kid some things to help him sleep.
word count: 2k
cw/tags: friends to lovers, mild language, mentions of toji and satoru's fight with toji, mentions of food, fluffy fluffy fluff
note: i'm such a sucker for co-parenting megumi with satoru, that's it. hope you enjoy!
likes/reblogs/feedback is appreciated <3
“Surprise! Your favorite is here now!” A melodic voice rings out behind you in the courtyard, and you skeptically cross your arms in front of your chest as you turn to face him. He pouts at your serious expression, frowning down at you over the rim of his sunglasses. “Why the face?”
“Where’s the kid?”
“I asked first, but he’s fine.” He draws out the last vowel, throwing his head to the side casually. You track his lanky, carefree movements with a narrow stare that Suguru would be proud of. “I put him in one of the spare rooms for the night.”
Your eyes widen in disbelief. “And then you just left him?”
“Like I said, he’ll be fine. He’s a tough kid.” He gives you one of those heart-stuttering sly grins, but you’re too exasperated to dwell on how handsome he looked.
“He’s four, Satoru, and fatherless. You’re not doing very well with this whole ‘mentor’ thing so far.” You shake your head, turning on your heel and heading for the dorms. Satoru falls into step next to you, still attempting to flirt some affection out of you, but you’re unbreakable. “Remind me his name again?”
“Fushiguro Megumi.”
“And his dad–”
“Tried to kill me.”
“But you–”
“Killed his dad, and bought him from the Zenin clan to train here.” He finishes your sentences naturally and patiently, opening the door for you as you approach the boys’ dorms. “I put him in here,” Satoru says, guiding you through the halls to a room in the back corner of the building.
“You really put him all by himself in the back?” Your chest hurt at the idea of a little elementary school boy alone in the dank halls of the building.
“Nanami said he didn’t want to be bothered by a child all night.” Of course he did, and of course, Satoru listened.
“Neither of you know how to handle children. Where’s his sister?”
“With relatives on his mom’s side. I’ll be in contact with them at some point.” You nod, reaching for the door handle when he stops you, slender fingers wrapping around your wrist. “Whatcha doing?”
“I’m gonna talk to him, Satoru. Sorcerer or not, he’s probably terrified of being in a new place with people he doesn’t know.” A thoughtful look crosses Satoru’s face, and he reluctantly releases you.
“Fine. But be warned; he’s not the most talkative kid.” He shrugs, leaning against the dead end of the hallway to wait.
You find Megumi lying awake on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Spiky black hair falls around his face, and the blanket looks oversized for his small body. He sits up carefully when you open the door, pulling back the covers and sitting cross legged as you kneel in front of him.
“Hi, Megumi.” He’s silent, eyeing you warily with a guarded expression. You smile warmly and look at him as softly as possible. God knows how Satoru was acting with him before he came to you. You introduce yourself and watch his eyes twinkle when you mention that you’re a student at Jujutsu Tech. “I’m the same age as Satoru, that guy who brought you here.”
“He’s weird.”
You can’t help snickering, especially when you know that Satoru was probably eavesdropping from the other side of the wall. The scowl plastered across his face is probably very entertaining. “I know; he is pretty weird. But you’ll grow to like him, I promise. Are you hungry?”
“No. He bought me McDonalds.”
“I see. What’s your favorite thing at McDonalds?”
“I like chicken. He ate four burgers.” His voice stays relatively even, but the corner of his mouth quirks up when he describes the ungodly amount of Big Macs Satoru consumed.
“Yeah, he’s…like that. Well, I just wanted to check on you before you fell asleep, if you needed anything? A glass of water or something?” Megumi falls silent, eyes flicking around the room anxiously. He wrings his fingers, adjusting his seat on the bed and avoiding your gaze. He must have been nervous to be sleeping in a new place, in a bed he didn’t know and surrounded by strangers.
You redirect your attention to the open air beside you, spreading your fingers and summoning a small black portal on the floor. “I have a few things for you, if you’d like them.” Despite his hesitancy, innocent eyes peek over the edge of the bed to the void on the floor, fascinated. You reach your hand into the portal, feeling the cold air on your forearm while you rummage around for Megumi’s gifts. Your fingers find faux-fur and you pull out a stuffed gray wolf with pointy ears in a sitting position. His mouth falls open in surprise, boyish and sweet. You reach back in again a few more times, retrieving a blanket, a toothbrush, and a nightlight that cast constellations on the ceiling.
Megumi’s eyes zero in on the wolf, and you hold it out for him to take. His fingers delicately sink into the plush fur, and your heart feels a little lighter as he places it on his lap, leaning over the edge at the other goodies you’d pulled from your domain. Even if he was technically a Zenin child, to you, he was just a little boy whose curiosity got the better of him. As you continue to wordlessly hand him items, you see him visibly relax, examining the nightlight and fiddling with the corner of his blanket.
You clear your throat, keeping your voice as gentle as possible. “I know you don’t know anything about techniques yet, but if my research is semi-correct, the first shikigami you’ll be able to summon are dogs. I picked this little guy up for you to have. If you don’t like it or don’t want it, I can get you something different–”
“I like it.” His soft voice quickly cuts you off, and he hugs the toy closer to his chest as if you were going to take it from him. “I want to keep it.”
You smile at him, and he finally meets your gaze with less fear than minutes earlier. “Okay,” you nod. “I’m happy you like it.”
He’s barely able to murmur a “thank you” before the door aggressively slides open and Satoru dramatically drapes himself in the doorway. You and Megumi stare at him, unentertained by his theatrics. “Alright, kid, that’s enough chit-chat. Time for bed.”
“I am in bed.” As Megumi fires off replies, you reach over and plug in his nightlight. Little stars scatter across the ceiling in different shades of yellow and blue.
“You know what I mean. Time for you to go to sleep.”
“You just want your friend back,” Megumi states boredly and you bite back a smirk at Satoru’s reddening face. The boy looks at you, down at his wolf, and back at Satoru. “I like them better than you.”
You snort, and Satoru looks like he’s been shot, throwing a hand over his heart in agony. “Cast out by my own kin. How cruel fate is!”
“I’m not related to you.”
“That’s not the point, Megumi.”
“You said during dinner that was the whole point.”
“You’re putting words in my mouth.” Children, you think. A child arguing with a taller child.
Your hand reaches out to lightly ruffle Megumi’s hair and you rise from the floor. “Sorry, Satoru. You heard the kid– I’m his favorite.” You wink at Megumi, laying out the blanket and patting the pillow to encourage him to lie down. “Unfortunately, he’s right. It’s time for sleep. We’ll be around in the morning to get you, okay? And then maybe we can get some breakfast. How’s that sound?”
Megumi nods, curling his body around the stuffed wolf and letting you pull the covers over him. His eyes find the star-shaped projections on the ceiling and trace invisible shapes on them. Satoru’s arm naturally wraps around your shoulders as you make to exit the dorm, but before you step out, you hear Megumi’s tiny voice in the darkness.
“Goodnight.”
You can still slightly see him from the glow of the rising moon, and you smile over your shoulder. “Goodnight, Megumi.”
As Satoru walks you back to your dorm, his arm doesn’t leave its place around your body. If anything, he pulls you closer, and you let him. He’s taken his sunglasses off, allowing the light of the stars to reflect off of his hair and his vibrantly blue eyes. You always thought Satoru looked most handsome at night, and tonight was no different. Allowing yourself to consider him like you were was walking a fine line between friends and more than friends, and you weren’t sure if you were ready to cross it.
“I’m just irresistible tonight, aren’t I?” His teasing snaps you out of your love-struck daydream, grounding you back to the present. He must have caught you staring.
“You’re definitely something, Satoru.” He hums smugly, and you look at him out of the corner of your eye. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing. Just find it cute that I rendered you without a spunky remark for the first time.”
“You’re gonna get a lot more than a spunky remark if you keep looking like that, asshole.” You poke his side and he yelps, contorting away from you like one of those car dealership inflatables. You can’t help the giggle that falls from your lips and Satoru can definitely see the heart-eyes you were giving him. For once, the mutual flirting seemed that it might actually mean something tonight. You reach your dorm, and Satoru follows you in without invitation like he’d done hundreds of times before.
“You’re really good with the kid.” His limbs stretch out as he flops onto the covers while you slip off your shoes. “How do you do it?”
You toss sleeping clothes on the bed, debating on aiming for the white-haired idiot on it. “I just pretend he’s you.”
“That’s rude. Are you calling me a toddler?”
“That’s exactly what I’m calling you, Satoru. This whole thing is a little kid taking care of a slightly smaller kid.” You stand between his legs with your hands on your hips, and he sits up to look at you. For once, he needed to look up at you, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it.
“I’m not nervous, if that’s what you’re wondering.” Gojo Satoru doesn’t get nervous about anything, you know, but it was still a bold move to basically adopt a child right out of high school. Even for him.
“You’re not?” He shakes his head confidently, peering up at you with those stupidly bright blue eyes. “How?”
“Because I have you.” Your stomach does a backflip. “I never get nervous because I have you.” His hand finds its way into yours, and you bring up your free hand to caress his cheek with your thumb. You guess tonight was the night to cross the line.
“Did you just baby-trap me with a child that is neither of ours, Satoru?” Your hand cups his face, and he leans into your touch.
“Oops.” You chuckle, letting him pull you closer until he’s able to press his lips up to yours. As he stands at his full height, his hand comes to tilt your chin upward while your arms slide around his neck. You stay there for a few moments, drowning in the overwhelming presence of his body. “I think we’re gonna be great at this whole parenting thing,” he murmurs against your lips when you pull back to breathe.
“I can’t believe the way you ask to date me is with an orphan. That’s emotional manipulation.”
“I call it effective persuasion.” You shake your head at his antics, and he presses a feather-light kiss to your temple. You sigh, face falling in disappointment as you check the time.
“Alright, get out.” Your hands reluctantly press against his chest to no avail. He never turned on Infinity around you, but he was immovable on his own.
“Ouch, tired of me already?”
“That, and we’re taking Megumi to breakfast tomorrow. For all three of our sakes, you need to try to rest.”
“Scared that I’m gonna die and adopt my murderer’s kid again?”
“Don’t even joke about that. You can’t just kiss me and then die. It’s not fair,” your mumbles trail off when Satoru kisses you tenderly one last time, nudging your nose with his.
“You’re a menace.”
“I know you love it.”
“I guess I do.”
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can you do a neymar fic where he falls for davis school teacher that he meets when davi gets in trouble for something at school
GOOD BOY, BAD BOY — NEYMAR JR
SUMMARY: you finally meet the parent of your star-student & he’s more than you’d expected.
CONTENT: absolute fluff, neymar is a atrocious simp, neymar gets whiplash LMAOOO. also not proof read cuz it never is. think of the spelling errors as fill in the blanks! ❤️
PARING: young!dad!neymar x preschool teacher!reader
“Davi! How many times have I said we don’t hit other children? It’s not nice!”A honey like voice scolded the young boy who stood in-front of you tears forming in his eyes. Today Davi had hit another kid for something he refused to tell you which unlike him.
He was normally a good kid who shared his toys and snacks with everyone unless someone set him off. And in this case someone did indeed set him off, with the amount of times he’s hit another child or just been a pain you’d think the director would’ve sent him somewhere else but since you took a liking into him the director placed him on your hands.
“I’m sorry but we’re gonna have to call your daddy and tell him about this.” Hearing that Davi burst into tears, brave face coming off almost instantly. You scooped him up and cradled him into your arms pacing around the room in an attempt to calm him down.
He cried into your shoulder getting snot all over your shirt as collarbone, Davi didn’t cry often cry even when he did he didn’t cry as much as he did right now.
You walked towards the side of the room where the parents phone numbers were kept and dug through the draw hysterical child still in your arms. Once you found it you ripped the piece that had his fathers phone number and tucked the paper into your pocket.
“I know Davi, but there are consequences to your actions. I’m sure daddy won’t be mad.” You muttered into his ear as he rested his head on your shoulder sniffling every 15 seconds as he got snot all over your shirt.
“I sorry. Don’t call daddy.” Davi babbled our lifting his head from your shoulder to look at you with his big brown eyes, you were almost convinced but deep down you knew this decision was needed.
“I’m sorry baby I have too.” You kissed forehead before rested his head onto your shoulder softly stroking his blonde hair once again before walking towards the sink station to grab some tissues for his snotty nose.
Once Davi had calmed down the rest of the day went smoothly as you kept both of your eyes on him at all times leaving him alone for very little time. The end of the day was soon approaching and you could notice that Davi’s happy smile was fading into a look of nervousness.
All the other kids had there parents come to pick them up leaving you and Davi in the preschool centre along with some other staff who’s were preparing to leave. As you were playing transformers with Davi you turned your head for a moment to place a piece that fell back onto the toy you were playing with.
Once you turned around you noticed that Davi was gone and looked up to see him running towards a rather handsome man, as your eyes met his you felt your heart skip a beat and quickly looked away trying to compose yourself. “Daddy!”
“Hey buddy, how’ve you been?” You composed yourself dusting off your clothes and getting up from the spot you sat to make your way towards the man who pretended to eat his sons nose.
“Mr. Dantas?” You called out as you walked towards the pair still holding a transformer in your hand unknowingly, Neymar looked down towards the toy before chuckling as he adjusted the toddler sitting on his waist.
“Oh I’m so sorry how rude of me, I’m Neymar Santos. It seems as if you guys don’t update your system to often.” He laughed deeply practically undressing you with his voice, despite feeling like a high-school girl all over again you kept your composure.
“What makes you say that?” You questioned cocking your head to the side as you crossed your arms right under your breasts unknown to the fact that Neymar’s gaze was at your chest and not at your eyes.
As you waited for a response your eyes tracked where Neymar’s eyes could possibly be looking at that had him so distracted, it wasn’t that hard to figure out that he was basically gawking at your breasts like some horny teen.
You cleared your voice signalling him to look up at your face as you crossed your arms on your breast, keeping your chest out of his sights. Barely.
“If you did you’d know that it’s no longer and was never Mr. Dantas & that was just a cover up name from my ex-wife.” He looked up at you with a seductive look, his signature look that he gave all the girls he wanted to see naked.
“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind then.” You answered secretly cheering at the sound of ex-wife and not current wife.
“Keep the ex-wife part in mind too.” He winked at you before turning towards the door to leave the pre-school centre. As he was leaving you completely forgot why you even approached him in the first place.
“Before you go I need to speak with you about something.” You grabbed onto his jacket stopping him from leaving the building. He spun around as he let his down from his hold on his hip holding his sons tiny hand in his large one.
“You can speak to me about anything.” He answered still looking at you with his signature look, despite almost melting when he looked at you like that before you stayed firm mentally.
“No this is serious please be serious.”
“What’s going on? Is there something wrong with Davi?” His look immediately changed into concerned one, you hadn’t meant to alarm him so you waved your hands immediately putting his worries to rest.
“Yes. Well no. Yes & No. More leaning towards yes rather than no.” You stuttered out not knowing how you were supposed to explain this.
“Take a deep breath and tell me what’s going on darling.” Neymar looked at you with a smile on his face flashing you his blinding pearly whites. It was almost insulting how perfect he was. Nonetheless you remained composed.
“That isn’t appropriate I could have a boyfriend you know.” You mentioned trying to deflect from his flirtatious remarks. Neymar had a smug look on his face as he responded.
“But you don’t.”
“You sound so sure about that. How do you know I have a boyfriend?” You questioned looking at him up and down watching another smile form on his face as he looked away looking quite embarrassed.
“Just a hunch, as you were saying you needed to speak to me about something.” He deflects from the side conversation returning back to the original conversation.
“Yes, uh. Davi has been having a lot of behavioural issues recently. He’s aggressive, violent & sort of mean to the other kids. Today he hit a kid so hard their lip begin to bleed. Is everything okay?” You looked down at davi who was sucking on his finger looking at everything around him but you two.
“That’s probably the aftermath of the divorce his mom and I recently went though. It wasn’t a toxic or malicious one he just misses seeing her 24/7.” He responded as you crouched down to pull his fingers out of his mouth and wiped the saliva from his mouth.
Unknown to you Neymar was looking down at you with smile as he finished his sentence, he hadn’t known why he was intrigued by you. You were just a regular pre-school teacher but watching the way you cared for his son even when you weren’t being payed for it and how you became flustered and fidgety at every flirtatious comment he made, made him feel fuzzy.
“Ah that’s why. Well is there anyway I can help? I like Davi but he’s 1 more incident away from being suspended from this pre-school. Which I don’t want to happen.” You mentioned as you got up and walked towards the trash can just few meters away from the father and son.
“You could go on a date with me.” Neymar mentioned casually picking his son up again hoisting him on his hip as he turned around to see your reaction, watching you spin around in slow motion with a shocked look on your face was almost laughable to him.
“What?” You questioned hoping you didn’t hear him right and was just being delusional. I mean no guy you just met a few minutes ago would be asking you on a date right? especially a guy as hot as him.
“Go on a date with me.” He repeated again cheeky smile on his face as he wrote something down on a sticky pad that rested on the welcome table just a few metres away from him.
“W-What! I don’t even know you. All I do is care for your-!” You babbled on not aware that Neymar was walking towards you and placed his spare finger on your lips before placing the sticky note into your open palm all with a smile on his face.
“Shh. We can sort that out later. If you wanna help Davi. Go out with me.” Neymar repeated for one last time before turning to walk out the building leaving you standing there stunned with his number in your palm and finger previously resting on your very soft lips.
“Okay.” You whispered finally composing yourself a few second after, as you turned your head and looked out the large daycare window you noticed that Davi and his father were just driving out of the parking lot. As the car finally reached the street you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket.
(Unknown Number)
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The factory was cold, dark, and terrifying. You've already made it this far, and by the looks of it, you're already far too deep to turn back now. This factory... No, this hell was something you weren't expecting once you stepped foot into this seemingly endless maze.
Growing up, you we're close with your family. You loved your parents and your brother, however your grandfather was the one who you're closest with. Back then he was an employee at a toy factory that used to be all the rage, he wasnt just any employee, but one of the inventors. As a kid, he used to tell you stories about the factory, the toys, the workers, and the children. In your eyes, it was a wonderland. What child wouldn't see it as such when the way he spoke of it sounded so magical?
He used to make drawings and doodles of the cute creatures, which you kept in a safe place. Those memories will always be cherished in your mind. Though as you got older, there was one question that lingered in the back of your mind, what retired employee has nothing but good things to say about their job? Surely there was something there. One thing your family was good at was keep secrets. Maybe there was a reason; why your parents always monitored you and kept your grandparents at a distance.
This nightmare started the day you were looking through the mail. Boredom had struck you. Sneaking into your father's office, you noticed the small pile of unopened letters.
probably business stuff.
You thought to yourself. Your grandfather had a side business creating and selling car parts which took of quickly. He was a genius of his time. Upon his passing your father was the next to take over. It wasn't usual for him to have a desk full of papers, folders and letters.
You would have left it at that, but an envelope with a familiar name, just peeking out from the small pile, caught your eye. By pulling it out, you examine it. Just as you had suspected, it was addressed to Lance L/N, your grandfather. Looking at the sender, it seems to have been sent from the factory he worked at all those years ago.
"A reunion, possibly?" You mumbled to yourself as the memories came flowing back about his whimsical stories that made you feel like a kid again. A slight frown creeps up as you remember those times, sighing sadly as you open the envelope; surely there's a reason why they sent him a letter. But even so, that factory was shut down years ago, way before you were even thought of. Why now?
The letter was strange; Maybe it was an inside joke between the workers? Maybe my grandfather kept it to himself because I was too young to understand?
Sadly, those questions will never be answered now.
"Everyone thinks the staff disappeared 10 years ago. We're still here. Find the flower."
You reread the letter a few times, attempting to decipher what it could mean.
What if the letter was misplaced. Got lost in the mail? Maybe one of the old guys got the years wrong?
You sigh in frustration as you try to wrap your brain around this. Whatever the case may be, you can't just return it to a sender that probably isn't even alive anymore. But something feels off; there's a reason why they say curiosity killed the cat. You take the letter and put it back into the envelope as you swiftly walk out of your father's office. Surely he won't notice one missing letter, but he will definitely notice the silence that will be brought upon the house by your disappearance.
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So I've had a brainrot about your Star Light story and my favourite little asshole in Genshin. Picture Nugget getting oddly fond of Scaramouche, from a distance. He's quiet and huffy and not the nicest to Auntie, but he's actually pretty nice to Nugget because he has a slight soft spot for children.
Then he erases himself from history.
Dottore gets back, and Nugget asks him where Mr Scary Moosh is. Dottore is confused. Everyone is confused. They can't tell what title he's trying to say. Auntie tries to remind them. "Scaramouche. The Balladeer. Number Six?"
"The sixth rank has been vacant for centuries."
Nugget starts to tear up. Starts looking for his drawings of Scaramouche, because he draws all of the Harbour Gingers. When he can't find them, he draws new ones, and only Auntie recognises them.
"No, no, no! You can't forget him! He'll be so sad! He doesn't want to be left alone again! You guys can't betray him like that too!" Nugget is inconsolable for weeks. In his mind, when he wheedled a few details out of Scaramouche, being betrayed was the same as being left alone. If everyone forgets him, then he'll be hurt again. The idea is so scary to Nugget, and it hurts him too!
Until some of the Fatui remaining in Sumeru make an interesting report. There's a competition at the Akademiya. One of the competitors has a rather unique name, and outfit.
Immediately, there's a new mission directive. The highest priority mission in Sumeru. Capture Hat Guy and bring him in, unharmed, at all costs. It takes a lot. He gets away a few times and goes into hiding, and he does alright until a few of the Harbingers themselves get involved.
The Wanderer is brought all the way back to the Zalpolyarny Palace. Nobody is giving him a satisfactory answer about why, how they know him, what they want. "Someone at the Palace wants to see you." They can't very well tell him who, of course, in case any of his escape attempts are successful.
The Wanderer is brought into the throne room, held tightly by each wrist, but certainly unharmed. He refuses to look at the throne, certain that they would never play their hand and let any other nations know who resides in the palace-
"Mr Scary Moosh!"
Of course he has to look up at that. Tiny feet come running at him, the little boy launching himself at the Wanderer and grabbing onto his legs. Seeing the surprise in his face, the Tsaritsa gestures for the guards to let go of him.
"Mr Scary Moosh, you're back! You're okay - I, I didn't forget you! I didn't leave you alone like everyone else did! I promise, I promise!"
The Wanderer gazes at the child for a moment, his eyes wide as the child hugs him tight. The Heir to Teyvat. The Highest Prince. Kin of the Creator.
"I didn't betray you, Mr Scary Moosh! I told everyone, they had to find you, had to remember! You're still my friend, just like all the Harbour Gingers, and I'm not gonna let you be left alone again!"
For a brief moment longer, the puppet is silent and still. Then he places a hand on the child's head. He lowers himself to the boy's height, allowing himself to be climbed on, and places a hand on the back of his head.
"... Thank you, Your Highness."
YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!
This a story in itself. I love it!!! Nugget is not going to let go of him any time soon and I think it would be a good time to go to Sumeru. Lol
Of course the Harbingers think it's a bad idea but come on, Nugget is giving them the puppy dog eye look. They say yes immediately and Auntie goes along because she knows her nephew.
Also given the fact that the Harbingers and the Fatui are gonna be hush hush about their creator being with them because they don't want nobody outside Snezhnaya knowing they're with them.
I think it's funny to me Nugget calls him Scary Moosh. In my mind, the Harbingers had to hold back their laughs with that.
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The way you draw the funny gay block men makes me very happy and makes my brain go wacky /pos
Is there any headcanons about any of the characters you haven't gotten the chance to share?
YAAAY thank you 😍 It's kind of amazing how much damage they can do to ones brain
As for headcanons hmm let's see.
I have been asked once if I had any trans headcanons for any of the characters, which of course I do. Radar is one of them. I see his adventure with Jesse and everyone in season 2 not only as a growth of personality and his strength to overcome the dangers of their world, but also as a means of finally finding comfort in his identity, especially with his friends who make him feel safe and comfortable with himself enough to come to terms with this, and finding it much easier to live his best life surrounded by friends who support him. I love to imagine later after season 2, Radar gets like a girlfriend who is so kind, loving, and supportive of him and he's seriously the happiest little guy in the world. I don't tend to make ocs for existing franchises though, so nothing will probably ever come of that character. It's just a nice thought I run by from time to time.
Speaking of Radar, I also like to hc that the tattoo on his arm is the witherstorm. Being such a big fan of Jesse himself, I think he'd definitely get a tattoo of what it was that began the whole story.
Also I know it's like, widely agreed upon that Radar is a child for some reason, but I hc him as a young adult because children can't get tattoos, run an adult job, nor do I think Jesse would be down for child labor. That's just me personally though, everyone has their own hcs.
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For Aiden, I know I don't talk about him much because I genuinely hate him lmao, but I do hc that he and the Blazerods built their own lives in what used to be Sky City. Maybe owned up for their actions, and became notable citizens out there. That letter Jesse received at the end of season 2 from him, I imagine Jesse read and tossed into the trash. Aiden will never be a part of his life ever again after his attempted murder of both him, Lukas, and the rest of the Sky City people. Aiden's own story is just that. His own. Especially after the events of episode 5. The Blazerods will never be welcome back in BeaconTown so long as Jesse stands as leader. They get to continue their story without Jesse, and honestly? That is the best possible way it could ever be.
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As for Petra, if you have read my Recovery fic, you know I hc her leaving BeaconTown at the end of season 2 and going on her own way where she discovers a path of being a griefer bounty hunter. It takes a long time for her to realize her inspiration to help people comes from the way Jesse does, but they both do it in completely different ways. Whereas Jesse stays in BeaconTown, leading and providing for his people, while Petra on the other hand chases down the people who leave towns burning, finding the utmost gratitude from those towns when she brings those griefers who looted and vandalized these peoples homes to justice. It's everything she needs. Adventure, combat, and a sense of belonging. She finds that she loves her job, but of course misses her friends dearly. She knows though that Jesse and the rest of her pals would be so happy for her for finding her calling, and when she does comes back, she gets to gloat about how much of a badass she's become, and how much people in towns across the world see her too as a hero. Jesse couldn't be more proud. Always embrace in the tightest bro hug they both can muster whenever they see each other again.
#ask#i have a ton more but idk how much i should lay out on here#if youre interested in a specific character feel free to send an ask about em
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Gwitch S2E3 “Father and Child”
w o w the Jeturks really cannot catch a break! after the L Lauda took last ep, this ep starts off with Guel being taken hostage by the Fold of Dawn and in a BAD way, unable to respond to outside stimuli
the terrorists intend to use him as a bargaining chip (I wonder how they found out his identity—I’m guessing their intel is good enough to recognize him on sight, plus Guel probably didn’t put up any resistance at questioning attempts, having been broken by accidentally killing his father in combat)
i’m guessing the camp will be attacked, and Guel will help the refugees evacuate—we saw kids trying to feed/deal with him when he was broken, so he’ll probably try to save the kids as a sign of him gaining resolve (and he’ll fail, probably, because the Jeturks are here to be punching bags)
it’s kinda ironic that, for all that she hates spacians (beating the shit out of Nika when Nika says her acts of violence will cause spacians to have a pretext of ignoring earthian voices), Norea is forced to work for spacians, who have all the power in their working relationship
although... the way she calls Sabina a “traitor”, i wonder if my previous speculation of Shaddiq’s squad being his fellow orphans—and them being Earth orphans specifically—is on the money? there has to be a reason why Shaddiq is so hung up on splintering the Benerit Group, and why the squad is so ride or die for him
glad we finally get some sense of Shaddiq’s deal! “Can’t fill stomachs with grudges” was extremely good, and i’m like 99.9% certain that the squad are fellow orphans (though i don’t understand why there are no other guys... i guess the other guys would’ve been rivals to the Grasseley inheritance? it’s been implied before that Shaddiq isn’t the only potential heir to Grasseley Defense.
and as for why none of the girls are potential heirs, well. apparently sexism thrives in space)
lmao punch me in the feels! Sophie's motivation was to get creature comforts and attain a family... and she did have a family who remembers & mourns her. also, children inherit bloody conflicts from their predecessors in a never ending cycle of violence, etc etc
THEME OF BLOODY CONFLICT LOCKED IN AN UNBREAKABLE CYCLE OF VENGEANCE AND REVENGE INTENSIFIES
(also, despite Guel being understandably devastated about accidentally killing his dad, i’m glad Vim Jeturk died. sorry not sorry.)
dumbass, your job is to defend and buy time for your fleeing civilians. good fucking job bro
our dead child of this ep. sorry girl, if someone SOMEONE didn’t draw attention to the garrison, maybe you’d have survived
...i still think Guel is going to fail in saving her, because being Guel is suffering. this man’s purpose in this show is to get kicked down at every opportunity. BUT at least he’s showing some initiative (good for him?)
Ah yup, there she goes...
with Guel’s assertion to not let the things that bind him to his father (who is still a POS btw) disappear, i wonder if he’ll go back to Jeturk Heavy Machinery—Lauda is in critical condition after the attack last ep, but if Guel does go back I’m guessing there’s going to be a split faction within Jeturk for who should be the next CEO
and about Quiet Zero... from Prospera, we know Quiet Zero (and potentially Vanadis Institute’s project with the GUND format) focuses on transhumanism, and I’m wondering what sort of plant survival strategies Nortrette has in mind when proposing Quiet Zero, and how it differs from the current project (if it does)
We know Miorine is going to be involved with Quiet Zero in some fashion either way, but it could be kinda interesting if she chose to walk away EXCEPT outside circumstances forces her to get involved. HOWEVER, with Gwitch’s themes of parents using children in their schemes/children following in their parent’s footsteps, I’m guessing Miorine will willingly get on board with the project, at least to investigate it
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Genefather and Cawl are still in my and they won't leave, but also this is a wonderful excuse to finally touch on the most important theme in 40K. The narrative backbone from which all else stems.
I am obviously referring to daddy issues.
(jokes aside) Father/son relationships are fundamental to how the Imperial side of 40k's narrative has played out. And Genefather ids no exception (I know with that title we are all shocked). So I'm gonna draw some narrative parallels between Belisarius Cawl and the God Emperor (which will definitely help the "Cawl is a Mary Sue" accusations lol)
Spoilers for Genefather below
Genefather literally opens with father/son issues. It knows what it's about. Alpha Primus in the doorway of Cawl's lab, reflecting that he never had a childhood, but he still feels like a kid waiting for dad to stop working on his Big Project and notice him. Which leads to the first moment Cawl (clumsily) expresses his affection by saying that Primus is just as important to him as Qvo is. Naturally Primus rejects the overture and storms off like the angsty teenager he is. His feelings towards Cawl are...understandably mixed. Primus hates him, fears him, respects him, desperately wants to protect him. He resents Cawl for making him "wrong" and lying about what he is. At the end of the day, he wants Cawl to listen to him.
Kinda sounds like the messy relationship between another scientist who genetically engineered some guys and assumed a paternal role in their adult lives, huh? Big E did it on a bigger scale of course, but Primus literally is Cawl's attempt at making a Primarch. The echo is there. Fathers and their giant, test-tube sons.
There's one huge difference between them though. Cawl is not exactly in line for "father of the year," but he enthusiastically and unambiguously loves Primus. He loves him so much that when forced to choose between his life and the safety of humanity, Cawl doesn't hesitate. He lets FABIUS BILE escape with everything he needs to make an army of chaos primaris marines, all because the alternative was letting Primus die. To be clear, this is VERY BAD NEWS for the Imperium. Super bad.
And Cawl knows how bad this is, but he is super clear about why he is doing this. Sure, Fabius tries to relate, he cares for his creations too, and Primus is apparently one hell of a creation. But Cawl pushes back. He doesn't feel the fondness a scientist has for their successful experiment, he feels the affection a parent has towards his child.
Imagine Big E in a similar situation. Weighing the safety of humanity against the safety of one of his children. There is no way in hell he would ever choose his kid, and most (if not all) of the Primarchs probably knew that. The Emperor would always put humanity's needs before theirs. He couldn't do anything else, he was just operating on too grand of a scale.
As for who's choice is right? Who the heck knows? I don't think it matters or that it's possible to say. Either choice can (or has) led to bad endings. I think it's more...mirroring tragedies. The God Emperor shows what can go wrong when you never choose an individual over the whole, no matter how close that individual may be. Cawl's choice (potentially) shows what can go wrong when you abandon the whole for one person you love.
I'm curious who will wind up with more regrets.
#wh40k#genefather#genefather spoilers#belisarius cawl#god emperor of mankind#I love messed up father/son relationships so much#so freaking dramatic#Cawl trying so hard to be a good dad to his genetic monstrosity of a magic son#Alpha Primus needs a hug#and a therapist
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The Final Episode
Hey guys, it saddens me to say this is the last blog post for this semester. It has been an interesting ride in which I have had a lot of time to think and reflect on feelings I didn't know I had. I am glad that you guys have stayed with me for 10 weeks and watched me ramble on about different topics and read my poor attempts to articulate my feelings. With this last post I hope I have managed to invoke feelings in you guys and maybe connect you a little more with nature. For this last post I will be talking about my personal development as a nature interpreter.
To start off within the realm of nature interpretation a person's ethics is a compass that guides them, it dictates the interactions within the natural world and shapes the message that they want to put out into the world. Nature interpretation is not just about sharing information but also creating a deep and meaningful connection between individuals and the environment that surrounds them and giving them the tools to do so . The course content this week states that we can provide the tools to the younger generations in order for them to make safe decisions when connecting with the nature around them, we can ignite the interest and passion (Hooykaas, 2024). I think this is one of the most important roles of a nature interpreter as the children are a crucial piece in preserving our natural world and all of its inhabitants. Every child should be given the opportunity to experience nature and form a connection with it as it can help them when they grow up. But unfortunately not all kids have the privilege to witness beautiful natural landscapes. Without guidance and the chance kids can grow up not really knowing how to feel about the environment around them, and they will grow further apart from it creating a disinterest and this might lead to the destruction of the natural world.
Being a nature interpreter is a role that must connect others with the vast world in front of them, but it is a taxing and a hard role, as the textbook says “passion is the essential ingredient for powerful and effective interpretation- passion for the resource and for those who come to be inspired by it” (Beck et al, 2018). This is very important to think about, because I believe it is the job of the nature interpreters to be able to reach all types of audience. This can be someone who may not be able to walk or the most mobility compared to other, the interpreter needs to be able to adapt to this by providing a safe place to walk or showing places that are more accessible, or even through various art forms like music or art, all in order to get your feelings across and still give them the tools to form a connection. Another thing is being able to welcome and handle individuals who may not be so open to experience new ways of thinking or may not be so interested in the natural world. Nature interprets a lot of responsibility, they must be able to show people what they can’t see and they hold so much for the future. Especially in this age of technology, they have an important role in drawing the fleeting attention of the younger generations and pulling them towards the natural world through the use of exciting stories. Being able to educate their audience is another huge responsibility that interpreters shoulder. Through education we can empower individuals to truly become stewards of the Earth, and through this we can inspire curiosity. Through education we can teach people how to ethically interact with the environment and everything within it.
To most it may seem like they could never interpret nature, but that's the beauty of it, there is no one set way to interpret. There are so many different approaches to expressing your feeling like the textbook says there are so many different venus that interpretation can occur in (Beck, et. al, 2018). For me, photography from the start has been my main approach, you can fully immerse the audience in the beauty of nature. It allows the interpreter to fully capture the essence of nature in all its glory. Through their lens they can connect and inspire people to really connect with nature and may inspire people. However, during week 7 we spoke about music, through this I fully realised how important music is for interpreting nature. I believe this approach is also important and probably the easiest way to introduce people into nature, and form a connection. I believe that it is crucial for a nature interpreter to continuously learn, and the best way to do that is think about many various different outlets, and partake in discussion with other interpreters. Experiencing many different cultures is also essential as you can learn so much from different beliefs and a myriad of historical backgrounds. It is my dream to be able to do this throughout my life
In conclusion, this has been an interesting journey to say the least, before this I had no idea how important nature interpretation really was. I was interpreting nature in my own way all this time without fully understanding it. I am very thankful for the privilege to be able to experience the nature around me. I think everyone should try to engage in nature interpretation as it is an easy way to reconnect with nature and to make up for the lost years that technology has caused. I think nature interpretation is a deciding factor in reducing the damage we have caused to our natural world and the animals that inhabit it. In the end, I hope you guys have enjoyed this journey and reading my thoughts on various topics and I hope that I was able to inspire others to maybe go out and appreciate nature almost as much as I do!
References:
Beck, L., Cable, T.T., and Knudson, D.M. (2018). Interpreting cultural and natural heritage: For a Better World. Sagamore Publishing.
Hooykaas, A. (2024). Unit 10: Nature Interpretation’s Role in Environmental Sustainability. University of Guelph. https://courselink.uoguelph.ca/d2l/le/content/858004/viewContent/3640024/View.
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oh my god thank you so much. i'll probably have to watch the video a couple more times so the information sticks in my head but i finally understand a sense of when everything takes place and what exactly happened. i had no idea you play as a same single character through out almost all the games, never mind that it was the son of the guy killing everyone. can i ask why you think its william afton youre playing as in custom night?
yesss the dynamic between michael and william is genuinely one of my favorite protagonist vs antagonist dynamics in general, the games really do such a good job emphasizing the similarities and differences between the characters. in the games, michael has his father’s british accent, and is implied to look very similar to him (with michael stating that circus baby, possessed by his own little sister, mistook michael for william in sister location). but it also nails their complete opposite personalities so well to me, with their opposing responses to committing child murder (william deciding to murder more children while michael eventually attempts to free the souls of william’s victims following his own death). and one thing that’s not really a detail, but also not really overtly compared, is in william ending up as a corpse stuffed into a suit, while michael ends up as a corpse that had an endoskeleton stuffed into him, which isn’t necessarily some huge breakthrough in the existence of metaphors but i really love it lol
and now a cut off to spare the dash, william theorizing below :]
UCN itself doesn’t actually have a plot (aside from gags and easter eggs), but it does have a few voice lines (given by animatronics after they jumpscare you) that can be taken into account if you want to figure out who you’re playing as!
quick aside though, just because it’s interesting, one of these voicelines in UCN is also why susie being the first victim is essentially confirmed: (withered) chica, who we know to be possessed by her, has a voice line of “I was the first, I have seen everything.” (her voicelines also sound as if they’re coming through a spirit box which is a neat detail)
anyway the first, immediate assumption that can be made in determining who you are playing as in UCN is because the ghosts directly state that you, the player, have killed at least one of the children (the voicelines are listed below). this nails possibilities down right off the bat to you playing as either william or michael, as they are the only two characters in the games who have killed at least one child.
with that in mind, pretty much all theorizing in this game draws from a handful of voicelines which you may get upon being jumpscared by specific animatronics:
ones who say they are friends of “the one you should not have killed”:
Withered Chica: “I have seen him, the one you shouldn’t have killed.”
Jack-o-Chica: “Greetings from the fire, and friend of what you should not have killed.”
Withered Bonnie: “Time to face the consequences of your failure,” and “What is this new prison? Is it me trapped, or is it you? Perhaps, it’s us both.”
Mangle: “He’s here, and always watching, the one you shouldn’t have killed.”
“the one you should not have killed” speaking through multiple animatronics:
Happy Frog: “We’ve only just begun. I will never let you leave. I will never let you rest.”
Nedd Bear: “This is how it feels, and you get to experience it over, and over, and over again, forever. I will never let you leave.”
Orville Elephant: “He tried to release you. He tried to release us. But I’m not gonna let that happen.” “I will hold you here. I will keep you here. No matter how many times they burn us.”
the emilys and aftons:
charlie through the puppet: “I recognize you. But I am not afraid of you… not anymore,” and through nightmarionne “This time, death cannot save you.”
elizabeth through circus baby and the later design called scrap baby has lines as well, however they are more consistent with the animatronic's personality than her own, likely because in previous games elizabeth seemed to be mostly unaware that she wasn’t actually circus baby
due to evan having been killed by fredbear, I believe that nightmare fredbear’s line “We know who our friends are, and you are not one of them.” comes from evan, however that’s more of an assumption than anything. more concretely, due to evan being told in the end of fnaf 4 that he would be remade, generally theorized by william, i also believe that he delivers nightmare freddy’s line “I am remade, but not by you, by the one you should not have killed.” which i think is one of the most important lines in discerning between playing as william or michael. if you had been playing as michael, then the only character that could possibly be counted as “the one you should not have killed” would have been evan, as he was the only one killed by michael. however in a single line, nightmare freddy implies: he is evan (“I am remade”), he is addressing william, who said he would remake him (“But not by you”), and he is not “the one you should not have killed” (“by the one you should not have killed.”)
the most common theory on the identity of the “one you should not have killed” lies in one of the original five children, cassidy, who was present as golden freddy in the earlier games. this child is generally viewed as being the angriest (sans maybe charlie) at william, and the most aggressive. part of this draws from an easter egg in UCN: one “animatronic” you can enable when playing is called old man consequences, and through him you can get to a secret area. this area is a pixelated lake where old man consequences is fishing, and you, now playing as a pixelated golden freddy, can talk to him. When you do, he invites you to sit with him as there’s “nowhere else to go”, and says “Leave the demon to his demons. Rest your own soul. There is nothing else.” the implications here being that golden freddy is the one soul that refuses to move on to the point of having to meet old man consequences. and the only person that cassidy hates enough to torment for eternity would be william, who killed cassidy and many other children, not michael who killed one child that wasn’t even cassidy.
there is a bit of a flaw in the theory though lol, in that william afton, as springtrap, is an animatronic in this game. his only voice line is his “I always come back” quote (honestly extremely funny given his gameplay function is that he tries to attack exactly one time in the night and then. doesn’t come back). given how this game isn’t considered canon and so the stakes are lower in terms of trying to be Correct, i like to interpret springtrap’s presence as being either the presence of the animatronic itself or william’s past haunting him, ghost of christmas past style but with a lot more murderous intent involved. (also from a meta standpoint obviously springtrap is gonna be in the big finale epilogue game, especially since he was the only actual animatronic in fnaf 3)
all of this said, though, there’s an animatronic named Mr. Hippo, whose voicelines are. a bit lengthy. he goes on tangents for about three minutes, telling the player one of four rambling stories, but those stories include lines like “I said ‘Orville, I have a story.’ And he said to me ‘What’s the significance of the story?’ and I said to him, ‘Orville, not every story has to have significance, y'know? Sometimes, y'know, sometimes a story is just a story. You try to read into every little thing and find meaning in everything anyone says, you’ll drive yourself crazy.’” and “So you may be asking yourself, ‘How did I go from sitting by the falls drinking lemonade, to being wedged in the air duct? Not only with Orville, but with an entire assortment of fruity colored friends.’ Well there’s uh, there’s really no good answer to that, but perhaps I’ve met a demise of my own at some point, and this is my afterlife or my dream, whatever it might be, I honestly don’t know. Or maybe it doesn’t mean anything at all. Maybe it doesn’t mean anything at all.”
so yknow. take any theorizing of this game with a grain of salt lol
#ask#anon#this took way longer to type than it shouldve bc i was writing is and got mostly done before being like#'this is barely coherent to ME and im the one writing it .'#so i kinda had to start over#anyways . :]]]]] i’m having the time of my life btw
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Scp 1730 has got to be one of my favorites. Mostly because it's a whole big story, and it contains appearances of a bunch of familiar SCPs. It's also one of the few SCP files that has legitimately made me feel utterly repulsed, which is the closest i really get to scared when reading these.
The premise of SCP 1730 is "what happened to site 13" that question is easy to answer, site 13 was never built in our dimension. But another dimension had a security measure where should Site 13 experience a mass containment breach it would be sent to another dimension to protect its home one, and we were the unlucky dimension to get site 13 dropped on us. The dimension site 13 came from, followed a different path than ours, the SCP foundation focused on getting use out of anomalous objects, and destroyed anything not helpful. There was no ethics to how they did things as SCPs were considered objects, no matter how sentient or human they were. This means that every empty containment cell, is something powerful on the loose, that likely has formed a strong hate for humanity and the SCP foundation. And there are a lot of empty cells. The way they contained things was beyond what this dimension could dream of, keeping what we call "literal gods" in giant boxes to test on and use.
Several of the best SCP task forces were sent in, some agents found themselves killed by leeches, some wound up as paint on the walls, one lost his legs, but that guy is actually fine, can still use his missing legs as if they're there, but he's trapped with the others, as there's no way to escape without mass death in the group of survivors. Their only hope was mobile task force Samsara. It's uncertain how human Samsara is beneath all their cybernetic enhancements, but they have beyond human intelligence, and the physical capability to stand in lava doing data analysis on radioactive material and be just fine. So if anyone can rescue those trapped in site 13 it's them.
Within site 13 is a large collection of horrors. The original cause of the containment breech seems to be "leech boy" as some called him. A human boy who's anomalous thing was he drank blood like a leech. In an attempt to spare this mere odd child from being ground and incinerated like all the other "useless" SCPs, a researcher had stopped the incinerator, and while trapped in a pile of anomalous corpses, leech boy transformed into a huge leech with the ability to spawn and control millions of smaller leeches, which also had wild abilities and were very quick to take down the site. In this chaos several other things were released or given new power, and the site turned into hell very quickly.
One curious find in this wreck was Bobble the clown. Who begs a curious question: if a good person driven to insanity can become a twisted murderer, can a twisted clown who tricks children into killing their families, when driven to insanity, become helpful and empathetic? Bobble just might. Other curious finds include the immortal Dr. Bright, dead in a containment cell. An angel meant to be guarding the gates of Eden just contained in a room. The site directer attached to a monster, which no drawing has managed to capture the absolute nightmare that appears in my mind at its description, and burned Samsara's ocular implants to destruction just from looking at it. And the thing that took that one guys legs, a rising void that I theorise to be an unwanted side affect of them grinding up Josie the half-cat, theorizing that in killing her her anomaly was released from her and became that. Trying to take more. But this idea is one of the things that repulses me, because Josie is a darling little kitty and the idea of anyone harming her is horrible.
In the end , They get rid of this hell the same way they got it. Sending it off to be some other dimensions problem. And it only killed several people from our dimension while severely traumatizing the rest. Even Samsara will need some time to recover from this, and I'm not just talking about fixing their heavily damaged bodies.
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five nights at freddys (2023)
by far the most topical review I've given yet. It sure was a movie, even less than Willy's Wonderland (2021) sure was a movie. the horror was kind of good I guess, it was cool to see the animatronics killing people in a movie. but they only had like 2 entire sections of the animatronics killing people or attempting to. and like 3 horror sections where the main character dreams of some child ghosts and they attack him, they show the same dream like three times it's, idk I didn't care for it. the running joke where there's balloon boy jumpscares was funny.
I fuckin' hate that they made Chicas cupcake sentient man it's so stupid, you're not telling me some kid died and was haunting that damn cupcake, or like, Chicas soul was split in 2 and half was in the cupcake? it's stupid, I don't care if it's game accurate they never should've made the cupcake alive in the games. they gave it the fucking killing blow against springtrap not even fucking freddy. freddy doesn't do shit in this movie he didn't even laugh.
They put matpat in the movie and he says "but that's just a theory" so that was lame, -1 point.
Also the whole plot with the main character and his sister and custody and whatnot that gets resolved by golden freddy killing her, that was a bit stupid. she had a lawyer that got like two scenes and is a very memorable character, we're supposed to remember that lawyer guy, he's definitely going to show up in the sequel along with golden freddy more often, and y'know springtrap mr "i always come back" he literally says that, he's going to come back in the next movie
I'm just thinking more about the movie and how mid it was and how clearly it's leading up to a sequel because they designed the movie to be finished by watching the sequel and I'm just getting madder about it even though it wasn't atrocious it was just on the lower-tier of mid.
The whole bit with the drawings was stupid, art is very important to how children see the world which is explained in the movie, so the robots having a picture of the yellow rabbit being nice to them, believe he's cool and friendly, but the kid mc draws a picture of the yellow rabbit being evil so they turn on him, it was stupid.
Fuck idk, they made Mike Schmidt the main character but they hide his last name from you for, reasons? purple guy says a schm noise there's only 2 options for who's mike in the fnaf game. they make purple guy reveal his last name like it's a big deal and it super isn't. also he's a bit shit and not the most likeable but I guess he grows?
The supporting character Vanessa is a cop which is cool, she threatens to shoot mic and throws his sleeping meds in a river (unrelated incidents) so y'know typical cop behavior.
Rating: don't pay money to watch this movie if you download it online for free that's good, if you watch it with friends that's even better, willy's wonderland was easily a better movie and Nicolas Cage didn't even speak during it.
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The Batman (2022) fic recs
Just two dads having a chat by red_jaebyrd
“I’m not giving you an interview, Kent.”
“You always say that, and I always tell you that I’m not here for an interview,” Kent laughed, not at all bothered by Bruce’s aloofness. “We’re just two dads at soccer practice having a chat.”
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Gotham aviary by pepperfield
"I see you have a new addition to the family," Bella says, smiling at the group pushing their father along toward the plaza stairs.
"Yeah, we stole him from his backyard," Jason tells her brightly.
“average billionaire adopts 1000 children a year" factoid actualy just statistical error. average billionaire adopts 0 children per year. Orphans Bruc, who lives in cave & adopts over 1 child each month, is an outlier adn should not have been counted.
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Lightning is the shine (but I been working on the thunder) by brandywine421
He didn't flash the blade, pressing it into his cheek so only he would feel the edge.
"You think you're some badass 'cause you grew up on the streets?" Dick hissed in his ear. "Sucks for you 'cause I grew up in the circus. And from what I've heard about Gotham, guards don't hear you scream unless you got cash."
"Please - " he whined.
"What's my name?"
"D - Dick - "
"And what do you think about my mother?"
"She - she was a goddess - " he whimpered.
"Fucking right," he accepted, releasing his grip on the guy's nuts and springing back to his feet so the circle of staring kids didn't see him slide the shank back into its hiding place.
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“That time Batman punched commissioner Gordon in the face” by selkienight60
After a rough night fighting crime, Robin unearths a little secret about Batman from Officer Martínez.
EDIT: ROUND TWO ADDITIONS
(If you keep me in one place) I’ll be your Sylvia Plath by nosecoffee
(but just a little while would be okay)
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“Where have you been?”
“Lately? Took a weekend jaunt up to Blüdhaven. Got some fresh sea air and a bit of a tan.” She gained clarity from the distance. Her feelings for him are ill advised and counterproductive, due to his double life. He can never leave Gotham, is all but married to his work, and attempting to insert herself as a mistress in such a marriage would never work.
Selina came back, anyway.
(Or, Selina leaves and comes back again, over and over, despite her better judgement)
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Detainment by dragonflyxparodies
“Do you beat your children?” Bruce asks, voice flat and odd in a way unlike any Hal has ever heard before, and Hal’s blood runs cold, and –
Other Batman’s jaw clenches. He does not answer immediately.
The whole fucking League visibly draws back.
In which Bat has instituted very strict measures for handling alternate versions of himself, and the Justice League finds out why.
#mads posts#dc fic recs#only got four this time#will add more when I read more#fic recs#the Batman (2022) fic recs#fic rec list#dc fic rec list
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First Comes Love
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Nearing the entrance to the park, Sangwoo looks over at his boyfriend.
Jaeyoung has that look in his eye, the one that says he’s committing the scene in front of him to memory to draw out later. That’s something that took Sangwoo by surprise in the beginning, the way Jaeyoung can find beauty even in the small things, the mundane.
For early December, the weather is balmy. There’s not a cloud in the sky and the two of them had ventured out of their apartment a little while ago keen to take advantage of one of the last nice days Seoul will offer until spring arrives.
It’s mid-morning now and they’d just stopped by their favorite coffeeshop to grab a drink before they’d headed over to one of the larger parks across town.
Bringing his own white chocolate mocha up to take a sip, Sangwoo leans into Jaeyoung as they start meandering down one of the paths that crisscross over the grass.
Jaeyoung pulls him closer still as he looks down at him. “Cold, Jagiya?”
Shaking his head, Sangwoo looks up to see Jaeyoung smiling at him. “Just want to be close,” is all he offers and is treated to the sight of Jaeyoung’s smile brightening even further.
One of Sangwoo’s favorite things has become Jaeyoung’s smile– whether it’s an infuriating smirk or the small smile that curves his mouth whenever Sangwoo does something that makes him particularly fond, seeing his boyfriend happy never fails to make Sangwoo’s heart warm.
He looks back down to the path in front of them, hears Jaeyoung huff out a, “Well, then,” and Sangwoo would bet a million dollars that his boyfriend is doing that thing he does– smiling so big it crinkles the corner of his eyes as he bites down on his lip in an attempt to tame it.
Sangwoo feels a kiss dropped to the top of his head and his lips turn up into a smile of their own.
The conversation between them ebbs and flows as they take their time exploring the park. Sangwoo appreciates that he can enjoy involved discussions with Jaeyoung or companionable silence. For long moments, the only sounds come from the laughter of children at the playground in the distance, the excited shouts as a group of guys play football in an open stretch of lawn.
“What movie do you want to see tonight, baby?”
As Jaeyoung asks, the ice in his cup rattles as he guides them down a side trail that will pass the playground where a dozen or so kids seem to be having the time of their lives, if the sheer noise is any indication.
“We could see that historical drama? I showed you the trailer last week,” Sangwoo offers. “I know you like the actress playing the lead.”
Jaeyoung hums in thought. “I liked that it looked like it actually had a plot. I can check the times and see if there’s something for after dinner?”
Sangwoo opens his mouth to respond but before he can say anything, he catches sight of a child walking over to the two of them, tears running down his face.
Handing Jaeyoung his mostly empty coffee cup, Sangwoo quickly steps out from under his arm and drops down to one knee. The kid– who doesn’t look older than four years old– roughly tries to wipe the tears from his face as he looks up at Sangwoo.
“Hyung,” he says, voice quivering. “Can you help me?”
Sangwoo smiles softly at the little boy, resting his arm on his thigh as he leans a little closer. “Of course,” he nods decisively. “What do you need help with?”
The little boy’s bottom lip trembles and he sucks in a harsh breath. His eyes fill with fresh tears. “I can’t find my eomma,” and his voice breaks on a sob.
Feeling his own heart break a little at the child’s despair, Sangwoo takes a moment to scan the playground over the boy’s head, looking for a frantic parent or someone who might be looking for a wandering child. Unfortunately, no one stands out.
Keeping the small smile on his face and hoping it comes across as reassuring, Sangwoo reaches out a gentle hand and uses the sleeve of his hoodie to wipe the tears from the boy’s face. “I know it must be very scary to not know where your eomma is,” he says quietly, “But we’ll find her soon and then you’ll be back to going down the slide in no time.”
The boy’s tears have slowed as he reacts to the steadiness in Sangwoo’s voice. Jaeyoung, for his part, just watches on in a mix of surprise and pride as his boyfriend seems to have the situation very much in hand.
Sangwoo’s voice is comforting on a good day, low and warm. Its effects seem to be working on the child as Sangwoo asks, “What’s your name? I’d like to know who I’m helping with such an important task.”
The boy sniffles a little. “Seojun. My eomma calls me Jun-ah.”
Nodding gravely to show he understands, Sangwoo replies, “Thank you, Jun-ah. My name is Sangwoo but you can use hyung.”
Sangwoo stands up, scanning the park. “What is your eomma wearing today?”
Jaeyoung hangs back, content enough to let Sangwoo take the reigns as he studies the adults he can see around the playground. He turns back to Seojun and Sangwoo just in time to see the boy reach up and quietly take Sangwoo’s hand.
Oh, and there’s Jaeyoung’s heart in a puddle right in the middle of the walking trail.
Sangwoo doesn’t flinch or startle at the sudden hand in his own. No, instead Jaeyoung watches as his boyfriend holds Seojun’s hand securely as he starts walking slowly around the playground.
“She was wearing a purple dress. It had flowers on it.” Seojun’s voice is steadier now and he walks with Sangwoo, seems happy enough to follow wherever Sangwoo wants to take him.
Jaeyoung is mildly concerned and wonders if he should tell Seojun’s mom that a reminder on stranger danger might be needed.
Sangwoo’s gaze switches to the boy for a moment. “That’s very helpful, thank you. Do you like flowers?”
The question kicks off Seojun’s chatter and both Sangwoo and Jaeyoung let the boy talk about his favorite flowers and the ones he doesn’t like and the ones that make him sneeze and the prettiest ones and the scariest ones– “did you know there are plants that eat bugs, hyung?”-- while they search for his missing parent.
To the last question, Sangwoo looks down at Seojun and Jaeyoung bites his lip to keep a laugh back at the twin looks of disgust on their faces. “Are you talking about Venus Fly Traps?”
Seojun’s eyes widen. “You mean there’s more than one?”
That leads to Sangwoo spending the next few minutes talking about all the carnivorous plants he knows and he helps Seojun count up to six when the boy stumbles over understanding how many they’ve mentioned.
The three of them aren’t having much luck finding Seokjun’s eomma but Sangwoo keeps the little boy distracted as they look and thankfully, there are no more signs of tears.
It’s been ten minutes or so since Seojun first came over to them when the child pulls on Sangwoo’s hand to get his attention.
Sangwoo immediately looks down at him. “Seojun-ah?”
When Seojun just pulls his hand again, Sangwoo gets the hint and leans down.
Jaeyoung watches as Seojun looks back at him uncertainly. He tries his best to put on his most calming, friendly smile.
“Who’s the ahjussi that’s been following us?” Seojun’s tone makes it clear that he’s trying to be inconspicuous no matter that he’s talking in a voice loud enough for Jaeyoung to hear without straining. Jaeyoung would be endeared if he wasn’t affronted at being called an ahjussi.
For God’s sake, he’s only a year older than Sangwoo so why does his boyfriend get hyung while he gets–
Sangwoo doesn’t smile but his eyes have that gleam that means he’s amused and trying to hide it.
“His name is Jang Jaeyoung and he’s my boyfriend,” Sangwoo calmly replies.
Seojun looks back at Jaeyoung. Jaeyoung offers a little wave. Seojun frowns and looks back up at Sangwoo.
“Your boyfriend is too tall, hyung.”
Jaeyoung scowls. Aish, this kid–
His scowl deepens when his boyfriend looks back at him, studies him for a moment, then nods solemnly over at Seojun.
“You’re right,” Sangwoo replies, pensive. “He really is too tall, isn’t he? What is he trying to be, a giraffe?”
That earns a peal of laughter from Seojun who can’t help but repeat, “giraffe ahjussi,” a few times, chortling anew each time he says it.
Jaeyoung bites back a smile at hearing the kids laughter, instead focusing on Sangwoo and glaring.
Sangwoo just shrugs and mouths, “giraffe hyung,” at him, shocking Jaeyoung as he sticks his tongue out at him. Sangwoo’s smile widens at his boyfriend’s affront.
The three of them are still smiling as they start toward the picnic area immediately adjacent to the playground. Sangwoo is starting to genuinely worry about where this kid’s mom is whenever he hears someone call out behind them.
Turning around, a woman in a purple dress is rushing towards them– or more accurately, towards Seojun.
“Seojun-ah,” she cries, immediately falling to her knees and wrapping Seojun in a firm hug. “I told you not to wander off! Where were you?”
Seojun’s voice is muffled as he answers, “I lost you so I went to find a hyung to help me.”
At that, Seojun’s eomma looks up and smiles gratefully at Sangwoo and Jaeyoung. She stands up and bows deeply to both of them, still holding her son’s hand ight in her own. “Thank you so much,” she starts. “My work called and I swear I turned away for just a moment to hear over the kids and when I turned back around Seojun was gone. Thank you for helping him and staying with him.”
Sangwoo nods in her direction. “It was no trouble. Seojun is an excellent conversationalist and had a lot of interesting things to say about flora.”
The mom nods distractedly and Sangwoo goes to say goodbye to Seojun but the little boy has his face turned into his mom’s dress, still hugging her. Reaching for Jaeyoung’s hand, Sangwoo starts leading them back down the walking path.
Jaeyoung follows where he leads but it’s not more than a minute later that they hear the sounds of running feet coming towards them.
Sangwoo turns just in time for Seojun to barrel into his legs, holding tight. It takes a moment but eventually the boy eases his grip enough for Sangwoo to crouch down until they’re eye level.
It’s quiet for a moment, Sangwoo’s expression serious, and Jaeyoung watches as slowly a smile softens his boyfriend’s features. Sangwoo reaches out, straightening the boys jacket.
“Seojun-ah,” Sangwoo starts, and Seojun perks up to watch Sangwoo intently. “Be more careful from now on, okay? I know it’s a lot of fun to play with other children but try your best to also be mindful of where your eomma is. Can you do that?”
Seojun nods slowly, looking both chastised and like he’s taking Sangwoo’s words to heart. Suddenly, Seojun leans forward, wrapping his arms tight around Sangwoo’s neck and hugging him with all his four year old might. “Thank you, hyung,” he whispers to Sangwoo.
Sangwoo hugs him back. “You’re welcome, Seojun. I’m happy we found her. Remember what I said, okay?”
Seojun nods against his shoulder. Sangwoo lets the hug continue for a moment longer and then pulls back and gestures towards Seojun’s eomma, who’s been watching the exchange from a little ways away.
“Your eomma’s waiting for you,” Sangwoo says and Seojun starts running back to her.
On his way, he calls back, “Bye Sangwoo-hyung, bye giraffe-ahjussi!”
Standing up to his full height, Sangwoo's immediately pulled into Jaeyoung's space. Wrapping his arms around Sangwoo, Jaeyoung can feel his boyfriend’s laughter. “You’re so mean to me,” Jaeyoung pouts. “A kid thinks I’m an old man and too tall and all you’re doing is laughing at me. The nerve,” Jaeyoung mutters, kissing the top of Sangwoo’s head.
Sangwoo raises his head so he can see Jaeyoung’s face. “It’s okay,” he says, face serious. “I love you no matter what, giraffe-hyung.”
Jaeyoung tries to glare, though it doesn’t last long in the face of the amusement he can see radiating clear as day from his boyfriend.
They start walking again, Jaeyoung’s arm over Sangwoo’s shoulders, Sangwoo huddled close.
Jaeyoung plays back the past half hour. Most of him is surprised. He didn’t know that Sangwoo was so good with kids but he can’t deny it– Sangwoo was able to calm Seojun down and keep him distracted. Seojun responded to him wonderfully, too, and definitely hung on his every word.
Jaeyoung’s heart has grown at least three sizes this morning. They’ve never talked about kids and a part of Jaeyoung didn’t think it was in the cards for them, no matter that he himself enjoys them and had hoped to have some one day before he met Sangwoo. He thought children would be too messy for Sangwoo, too chaotic and unpredictable for his routine-loving boyfriend.
Now, he’s rethinking it all.
Looking down at the man who’s always so full of surprises, Jaeyoung sees Sangwoo is still smiling as he studies the trees at the edge of the park.
He’s always beautiful but something about today, right now– Sangwoo takes his breath away. The quiet contentment in his eyes, the way the sun warms his cheeks, the curve of his mouth all add together to pull Jaeyoung in even deeper.
Voice quiet in the winter air, Jaeyoung opens the conversation tripping at the tip of his tongue. “I didn’t know you liked kids?”
Sangwoo doesn’t look away from where he’s watching a pair of birds flying in the distance. “I’ve always liked children,” he replies matter-of-factly. “Their intentions are pure and they’re almost too honest. There’s less guesswork than with adults. Plus, you can have conversations with them that you can’t have with grown-ups.”
“Carnivorous plants,” Jaeyoung laughs.
“Yeah,” Sangwoo responds, laughing a little, too. “I think it’s fun to listen to a kid talk about what they’re interested in. I wish I would’ve had a grown-up listen to me like that. So, even if I don’t know a lot about it or if I’m not really interested– I like making them feel like I am, you know? Kids need someone to listen, whether it’s serious or whether they just want to talk about all their favorite superheroes.”
Jaeyoung looks down at Sangwoo and something shifts in his chest at the earnest words, at the truth lurking in the spaces between them. “You’re something else, Chu Sangwoo.”
The tips of Sangwoo’s ears turn red as he refuses to look at Jaeyoung. “It’s just the bare minimum, hyung. It’s nothing.”
Jaeyoung shakes his head a little but lets it lie for now. Instead, he debates on whether they’re ready for the question that’s really burning on his tongue– if it’s not too soon, too much.
He can’t see a better opening coming, though, and he’s dying for an answer, to finally know with certainty what they’re future might look like.
“Do you,” Jaeyoung starts, voice quiet with a tentative edge. “Do you want kids?”
Sangwoo is silent for a long moment and Jaeyoung holds his breath as they start wandering down a gravel trail with wildflowers growing alongside. Turning his head, Jaeyoung focuses on a rabbit nibbling on a flower a few meters away.
Whatever Sangwoo’s answer, he knows nothing will change between them. He’s spent the past couple of years assuming that his boyfriend wasn’t the kid type and he’d accepted it. He wants Sangwoo in whatever way he can have him and in the face of that, children will never be a dealbreaker.
Still.
Now that he’s seen Sangwoo with kids, that door he’d thought closed and locked has creaked open and he can see with startlingly clarity how their life could look with a bigger family. It’s almost overwhelming in its potential.
Finally, Sangwoo looks up at Jaeyoung, eyes serious. “I do,” he says, voice steady. “I know we’re too young now and aren’t in the place for kids but I would like them someday. With you,” Sangwoo adds, voice warm and sure. “If you wanted, that is. I respect your choice, hyung.”
Jaeyoung stops them, moves until he’s standing in front of Sangwoo. “Baby,” he says, voice full with awe and love and maybe a small bit of relief. “One day,” He promises. Leaning down, Jaeyoung lays the gentlest kiss on Sangwoo’s forehead, trails a path down his nose, along his cheeks, across his jaw.
He stops when he gets to Sangwoo’s mouth just to hear his boyfriend’s breath catch. “I love you,” he whispers in the space between them.
Sangwoo surprises him by closing the last bit of distance. It’s a slow kiss, heavy with intent. When he pulls away a few minutes later, Sangwoo watches him with warm eyes that glow with happiness. “I love you too, hyung.”
The rest of their walk is filled with conversation that flits from topic to topic. They decide to see that movie after all and plan their grocery list and bicker over who was supposed to take the trash out today.
Neither of them can stop smiling for a minute.
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That night, when Sangwoo goes to get a garbage bag for the kitchen trash can, he sighs in annoyance as he sees Jaeyoung placed the box on a shelf that’s just out of his reach.
“Hyung,” he calls out. “Can you come in here and help me?”
A few moments later, Jaeyoung appears, hair damp from his shower, as he leans against the doorway. Sangwoo knows as soon as he sees the expression on his boyfriend’s face that he’s going to say something ridiculous.
“Why,” Jaeyoung starts, voice full of shock. “Am I not too tall, after all? In fact, it looks like I’m the perfect height to reach what you need and you’re just too short–”
Sangwoo’s long suffering sigh cuts him off. Jaeyoung grins, unrepentant.
“I don’t know why I put up with you,” Sangwoo mutters as he reaches for one of their dining room chairs to bring over to their cabinets.
He doesn’t get a chance to before Jaeyoung’s brushing past him to get the bags. When Sangwoo reaches over to take them, though, Jaeyoung just holds the box over his head. Jaeyoung raises a brow, expectant.
Sangwoo sighs again, this time something softer and more resigned. Resting his hands against his boyfriend’s waist, Sangwoo leans in to kiss him in payment.
“Because you love me,” Jaeyoung says, expression serious even as his eyes dance with amusement.
Putting the trash bags where they actually belong– under the sink– Sangwoo smiles, just enough so that he knows it bleeds into his voice. “Yeah,” he says softly. “Because I love you.”
A couple of hours later, Sangwoo leaves their bedroom looking for Jaeyoung. He finds his boyfriend laying on the couch, sketchpad out. His attention is solely focused on whatever he's drawing and Sangwoo lets himself watch his boyfriend for a few minutes.
It never gets old, seeing Jaeyoung lose himself in what he loves. His pencil moves with sure strokes and he feels a thousand miles away for all that he's in their living room.
"Hyung," Sangwoo calls out softly. "Are you coming to bed?"
Jaeyoung doesn't reply right away and Sangwoo wonders if he didn't hear him. Stepping into the living room, Sangwoo walks over until he's standing behind Jaeyoung. He rests his hands on Jaeyoung's shoulders, leans down to lay a soft kiss on his boyfriend's hair. "Hyung?"
Humming a little, Jaeyoung slowly returns to the land of the living. He tilts his head back to see Sangwoo, smile warm and slow with sleep already curling its edges. "Hey, baby. Are you waiting up for me?"
Sangwoo leans down a little until he can wrap his arms around Jaeyoung's shoulders, until he can kiss the curve of his cheek. "Up to you," he replies easily. "If you want to keep working, I'll go to bed but I won't say no to going together."
Blinking slowly, Jaeyoung studies Sangwoo for a minute. The look in his eyes settles something in Sangwoo and it's warm enough to make him shiver. "Let's go to bed, Jagiya."
With that, Jaeyoung tosses his open sketchpad onto the coffee table and stands up with a groan. He reaches for Sangwoo's hand and pulls him toward their bedroom. Sleep suddenly weighs him down and he wonders how long he was sketching before Sangwoo came to him.
Letting himself be pulled to bed, Sangwoo glances back over his shoulder. He always loves seeing Jaeyoung's art and is curious as to what it was this time that made hos boyfriend lose track of time.
There, on the coffee table, a mostly finished picture sits.
It's two people, an adult and a child, viewed from behind. A playground looms in the background. The little boy holds the man's hand, looking up at him like he holds the answer to any question the boy could think to ask.
The man looks down at the child, the barest hint of a smile tilting his mouth.
Sangwoo turns back to Jaeyoung. His smile is an echo of the one in the sketch-- something small and private and just for him.
#can't believe i actually ended up writing this today#of course i have plans to write like several more chapters#but i'm marking it as complete since each can be read alone#this was so fun to write!#i do love the idea of jaeyoung and sangwoo as parents#my writing#first comes love#semantic error#semantic error fic
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Sorry, I just saw a fiasco that I have to comment on.
Slenderman : Now, I'm not too on the up and up of Slenderman lore. So I don't know if murder is something that would actually please him. But if I recall correctly, there was some form of mental illness involved in that stabbing.
(And before y'all jump on me for pointing that out : I am not saying blame the mental illness. I am merely pointing out that mental illness was a factor in the stabbing.)
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The "Invader Zim" killing : Yeah? And? People draw inspiration from fiction all the godsdamned time. The guy who killed...I think it was John Lennon?...was inspired by To Kill a Mockingbird and you've seen how well attempts to ban that book have turned out.
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Cuties : the reason Cuties was so reviled was because it involved ACTUAL, REAL LIVE CHILDREN (child actors) BEING FORCED TO PERFORM SEXUAL ACTS.
Do you understand how that is different from a fictional demon butler fucking a fictional twelve year old boy?
Cuties was LITERAL, ACTUAL, CHILD ENDANGERMENT.
If you look at the laws, the laws specifically prohibit ACTUAL CHILDREN, photos/videos of ACTUAL CHILDREN, HYPER-REALISTIC DRAWINGS/PAINTINGS of children (where you can't determine if the child is real or fictional), and things in that vein.
That's also why there was a furry diaper fetish artist who received a lot of flack for tracing photos of actual babies and making sexual child furry art.
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As for normalization of things :
Game of Thrones has not normalized incest or any form of murder.
Mortal Kombat has not normalized violence.
Lolita didn't normalize paedophilia
It's not that hard to differentiate fiction from reality and if you are having trouble with that, PLEASE, for the love of the gods, GET. HELP.
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Grooming : You keep bringing this up. I have had a few anons come here and tell their experiences with being groomed. I have also read several other stories of grooming victims.
Problematic Ship content was never involved in the grooming process.
You know what was?
Toys
Videogames
Candy
Those were the most common examples I saw.
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(Hopefully) Last point I want to make :
If you are a minor : YOU ARE NOT SAFE ON THE INTERNET.
(If you're an adult, you're still not safe on the internet.)
Fandom spaces are NOT safe spaces.
There is no such thing as a safe space on the internet.
Always assume that everything you put on the internet CAN AND WILL be used against you.
And if you are a minor and you are deliberately accessing adult only spaces? That's on you.
Tumblr, last I checked, was a 17+ site. YOU ARE NOT GUARANTEED THAT YOU WILL BE SAFE FROM NSFW CONTENT HERE. Even with the ban.
And to further harp on this : fandom was created by adults, for adults. MINORS are the guests in fandom spaces. Majority of us do try to keep our adult content away from minors because we realize exposing minors to that is wrong. (Exposing ourselves to it is an entirely different story. We're a lot better equipped to process what we're being exposed to.) But if you are in an adult space, you need to accept the fact that you may see or hear things you are not comfortable with. That is a risk you take.
Majority of us do our part - tagging, content/trigger warnings, read mores, etc.
It is up to YOU to curate your internet experience. Block and filter tags that trigger you. Block blogs that post that content. If there's a specific tag you block, NICELY ask the blog owner if they'd be willing to tag for you. (You don't even need to give us a reason why. Just say "Hey, you posted [this content]. Could you please tag it with [tag] so I can block it?". I'd be willing to bet 99% of us would be "Sure! Thanks for letting me know. I'll get that updated.")
If you can't handle that, get off the internet.
We are not your parents.
~ Mod Niecest
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FNAF Renegade AU - Purple man
https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/FNAF-Renegade-AU-Purple-man-redraw-841115792
Published: May 9, 2020
This is kind of a replacement for that drawing I did of Vincent Taylor with the other Renegade AU redraws (hence this being 2020 and the prior three still using the 2019 art). That drawing of him made his head look big and the pose was jank, so I finally got round to redrawing it so he can actually look decent like the rest of the set.
And fun fact, Vincent Taylor wanted to be a gardener, but couldn't because he had to become a hitman.
Now here it is, the fourth of the set, redrawn because the older one only got posted because I needed to post it and it was my best attempt at it at the time. This time, I actually got the anatomy OK and had time, so didn't rush, so take this as the replacement.
Now, time to repeat the AU parts of the old post so this can be the actual replacement:
Here is the fourth drawing of six, Vincent Taylor: the hitman with a cold demeanor and no true emotions of his own. A cold calculating killer who works as both head of security at Freddy's and kills targets for that same company.
"Everything I do is choreographed, by either the client or myself. I don't feel unless I'm told what to feel. I don't usually talk to my targets unless instructed to. I've spend so much time on contracts like this that I have forgotten how to feel anything but empty."
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Real Name: Vincent Vincenzo Taylor
Nick-name: "Purple Guy", "The purple man".
Gender: Male
DoB: 21-1-19??
Blood type: O
No known medical conditions or fears.
Personally: He has trained himself to only feel emotions when instructed to, so doesn't really have any emotions of his own. As a result of this, he tends to act cold and blunt, with his former and more sympathetic self only coming out on rare occasions as a result of being in immense pain (Physical or emotional, but usually emotional). Whilst not actively working on a contract, he tends to act posh, sophisticated, and professional, but all that is is an act.
Story: Raised by his parents to be an efficient killer, but as a child, he was too innocent to understand. He never understood why his parents were always on the move, or why all of the 'guests' his parents came home with looked like they had been dragged through a hedge backwards, or why they'd suddenly disappear. He never talked to any of the children at school, so his only friend was his sister: Violet.
As an adult, after his first contract, things begun to click into place. He realised that he was raised to be a killer, and that his parents also worked for Fazbear entertainment. However, he still didn't know what had happened to his sister.
He continued to take contracts from his boss, as that was the only thing he could do. This lead to him having to kill 2 of his colleagues in 1984, 10 children (2 sets of 5, one in the summer, one in the winter) in 1987, with two of the victims being his own children, and a botched mission to kill another of his colleagues in 1993. Somewhere around the mid-90's, this colleague the he failed to kill helped him reunite with his sister.
In the late 90's he was sent on several 'clean up' missions, resulting in him seeing some or even all of the animatronics partially or completely dismantled, and several corpses of other people that were in the same role as him, all trapped inside Spring Bonnie suits, so when he was sent to deal with his own location's animatronics and evidence in the year 2000, he already knew he was going to die.
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#2020#fnaf#fnaf au#Renegade AU#Renegade AU Guards#purple guy#purple man#Renegade AU main guards ref#Renegade AU Ref#FNAF Renegade AU#fnaf fanart
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