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me clowning as usual:
dean is a sucker for love. maybe him fixing his parent’s story would give him the courage to face cas and deal with his feelings for cas.
anyway, i’m patiently awaiting for s2 (it’s getting renewed, trust) to be renewed so i can prove my theory. also the fact that people thought he [dean] drove for decades waiting for his brother to die so they could be reunited on that bridge while he was in fact trying to play cupid as a form of therapy for himself to be able to truly to appreciate true love and come into terms with cas’ words and also so his mom and dad could get back everything chuck took from them. isn’t nature healing? have i mentioned that i love jensen ackles?
#lane ramblings#the winchesters#the winchesters finale#yes i am a clown let me clown in peace#i love you jensen#also seeing dean made me cry gleefully#glad my baby is thriving in heaven with his dad and son (god)
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wip tease number god knows, truly
The phone doesn’t ring for more than two seconds. Which is crazy, because New Altea is an unfathomably huge number of lightyears away and also Lance’s phone signal is perpetually garbage.
“Ahoy,” greets Allura when the line connects, because she is strange.
“Ahoy,” Lance greets back, because he loves her.
They sit in silence. He can hear, vaguely, the clicking sounds of compacts being opened and closed, and the particular humming noise she always makes when she’s putting on eyeliner.
It occurs to Lance, for the first time, that they have known each other so long and so closely that to the outsider, their relationship might be quite strange. The thought makes him smile widely.
“So,” he says.
Allura hums again. Deliberately, this time.
Lance takes another long time to answer, digging the toe of his boots into the ground. He spies a worm wiggling in the newly churned dirt and bends down to pluck it, writhing, out of its hovel. He quickly snaps a picture and sends it to Pidge with the caption, ‘didn’t know you were on Earth today.’ She responds with a grotesquely realistic custom clown emoji.
“There is a possibility. Perhaps. That I do not actually want to be a farmer.”
“No shit,” replies the Queen of New Altea And Also Lots Of Other Things Lance Can’t Remember, blithely.
Lance sniffs haughtily. “This is quite the revelation, you know. I’ve had four panic attacks about it.”
“You have an anxiety disorder. You had a panic attack about malevolent gut bacteria last week.”
“…This is true.”
“Also, whenever I feel you need to be humbled, I ask your mother to send me stuff from your childhood. There’s a video in particular I enjoy of you sobbing about the prospect of being anything but an astronaut. You looked at a cornfield and threw up. You were four, I believe.”
Lance does, actually, vaguely remember that. Well, he remembers Luis writhing on the floor, weeping with laughter, and kicking him in the shins. He also remembers the cornfield, if only because he distinctly remembers lobbing a piece of corn at Luis’ head, also.
He was a very expressive child. Also, Luis is a turd.
“I am entitled to a period of self-reflection,” Lance says primly.
“It has been an Entire Year, knobhead.”
“I needed time to collect my thoughts in peace and on Earth. I died, you know.”
“Oh, did you,” says Allura drily. “I wonder how that went.”
Lance’s smile widens. He lets her have this one. “Fuck farming, okay. I’m bored. I love my family to pieces but I need to be closer to drama. Give me a job.”
“That is a garbage application, Leandro.” He hears the distinct sound of a nail polish bottle being shaken. “I should hire someone more qualified.”
“How about you hire deez nuts.”
“Hm,” she says, and he can hear her grinning. “On the other hand, I need a second in command who is unafraid to challenge me. You know, in case I grow corrupt with power.”
She pretends to deliberate for a moment.
“You’re hired. I’ll send someone to come pick you up tomorrow.”
“Is that someone going to be a hot, tall Altean in a slutty outfit?” Lance asks hopefully.
She can’t help a laugh. Lance grins triumphantly. “You’re fired.”
“Is that a yes?”
“I’ll think about it.”
She hangs up.
#this is going to be diplomat lance bodyguard keith post canon divergence no one let me forget to write this#vld#voltron#lance#lance mcclain#allura#princess allura#lance & allura#i simply love them#post canon#canon divergence#pre klance#pining lance#diplomat lance#wip tease#my writing#fic
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I legit just came across this reel on insta and thought of your dad!atsumu AU. Like imagine Atsumu posting this and being like “yes I am a man of the women” ��� just to have his old teamates clown him in the chat with the “you basically copy pasted what Kita san scolded you with”. The chaotic lighthearted arguments that ensue are poetic cinema. 😩🤌🏽 and imagine uncle! Osamu adding to the mix by showing up the next day ready to “party with his niece” first thing in the morning and catch dad!Atsumu slacking in 4k:absolutely knocked out on reader’s chest, drool and all. Morning routine who?
(That being said I do think this reel needs to become the norm and I’m HC all the HQ people can and will be good partners + parents)
BROOOO NEVER LET TSUMU LIVE IN PEACE😮💨🩷
Like he makes this super sweet, heartfelt video about how much he appreciates you carrying his baby and holding the fort while he’s gone, and the least he can do all the other mornings, is let you sleep while he gets Hisako ready for the day.
It's filled with laughter and toys and coffee and princess crowns falling into little fruit cubes, and just absolutely everything going smoothly for the camera.
And his fans go buckwild. They love dad!Tsumu posts as much as we do, and they’re in the comments worshipping him and his teachings and just being the absolute best dad ever.
…but that doesn’t last. Because not two hours later does the clownery start. Because he doesn’t deserve peace.
onigirimiya11 bruh ur such a liar. if you’re going to copy like you did in school, at least change the words smh
suna.ejp.rintaro LMAOOO NOT HIM SAYING HE LIKES HIS WIFE WHADDA SIMP-
aranojiro_ you forgot the part where Kita swats you with newspaper. at least be consistent if youre going to steal his gospel
miyasan7137 @/onigirimiya11 @/suna.ejp.rintaro @/aranojiro_ YALL FAKE AS HELL, LEAVE ME ALONE ITS GOOD ADVICE
kshinsuke1 atsumu, im thrilled you are listening to me. tell hisako i said good morning- use those exact words, of course, as youve done here
miyasan7137 @/kshinsuke1 kitasan please im sorry
ksakusaiyoomi no one likes you, Miya
It seems like nothing could be better, let alone feed the hungry dad!atsumu fans, until a few hours later, when Osamu posts a quick "@/miyasan7137 lol this you?" to his story:
atsumu, absolutely knocked out against the couch with his head in hisako's lap while barely in frame in the kitchen, you're cooking, giving the camera a wide smile to match the one hisako shares from behind her pacifier.
#GRRR BARK BARK#NO PEACE FOR BLONDE SETTERS 2023#atsumu miya#atsumu miya fluff#atsumu miya x reader#atsumu miya x f!reader#atsumu miya x reader fluff#atsumu miya imagine#atsumu miya haikyuu#miya atsumu#miya atsumu fluff#miya atsumu x reader#miya atsumu x reader fluff#miya atsumu imagine#miya atsumu x f!reader#miya atsumu haikyuu#haikyuu#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu imagine#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x female reader#haikyuu x f!reader#haikyuu x yn#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu x you#dad!au#dad!haikyuu#dad!hq#dad!atsumu
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Chevalier Romantic route rantings
Warning: This post contains spoilers about Chevalier Michel's route. More specifically his Romantic ending.
Sooooo, it is extremly rare for me to criticise Cheva's content. After all, as his absolute stan, i love everything this man does.
BUT i admit that I am not a fan of his romantic ending.
The reason is simple. But first of all a little summary of the events, for does who do not remember or for does who have not played the route but dont mind spoilers.
MC is with everyone at the battlefield. The campement where she is, is attacked and this is when the two ending branches.
In this I will only discuss the romantic one.
So, in the romantic ending, MC gets stabbed by a poisoned knife by the anti war faction and obsidian. They use her as a hostage and says 'if you want the antidote you gotta hand her off'. But Genius Cheva figures out the poison and have the antidote made badabim badaboum.
(Honestly I would have prefered it here if Clavis was the one who found the antidote, and Cheva being impressed by his brother's abilities, after all Clavis was the one who has been studying poisons. But this is not what this post is about so let's no dwell on that)
So MC is cured, Cheva goes to beat the anti war faction with his FIST, because MC says no Stabby stabby. And he somehow makes Obsidian sign a peace treaty and VOILA, war is over.
(Yes, the political plot of this game is extremely stupid, DO NOT start me on that, or this post will never end)
Soooo, MC and Cheva goes back to the castle, where MC is healing. Chevalier stays by her side most of the time as they spend quality time together. And before they know it, there only very few days left before MC has to choose a king, leave the castle and never see cheva again.
So MC asks Chevalier for one last favor, she wants him to dance with her. He accepts and they head to the ballroom where they have a very impactfull moment where MC tells him she is gonna choose HIM as a king and she tells him her reasons which leaves him speechless and i would say touched.
After that there dance ends, and MC start acting like Booboo the clown as she starts rambling, she tells cheva they should have a meal together sometimes before she leaves and turn away from him to hide her tears.
As of now, everything is fine. I have no objections to this developpement. But this is where it ticks me off.
Cheva hug MC from behind and literally ask her TO SLEEP WITH HIM!
Yes yes, he says dinner but he says he is famished and his hand touch mc's body subjectivly.
MC might be as dense as the mariana trench but she's not stupid and she agrees to the hanky panky.
And BIM BADABOUM they smash, in the trill of the action, mc asks him if he will remember her and he says NO which is obviously a lie. And that's literally it. They separate for a year and you guys know the rest.
Now you might ask, what do you not like about this, Yuki?
And i would say many things:
First, HOW DARE HE ASKS HER FOR HER FIRST TIME JUST LIKE THAT, MY CHEVA WOULD NEVER WTF. Remember everyone, this is not 21st century, it's literally around 1500 and around then a woman virginity was EVERYTHING to her. I was like well maybe the ikepri author created the ikepri universe differently and its not a big deal but silvio's romantic ending proved otherwise. I'm not gonna go into the details, i'll just say a woman first time is IMPORTANT. And Cheva most likely knew that. He would never ask her for it in such a way. Specially knowing he could not be her lover. It was one night only between them.
Also it is very irrational and the way cheva asked for it seemed calculated which i hate. I mean, there are no contraception during that era. Surely both knew what could happen after that night.
Then there is how that first time was written. It was only a few sentences and during the whole act MC was crying and all while Cheva was all smug saying 'You like that, don't you?'. I would have liked it if he showed some vulnerability in that moment. And don't tell me 'This is cheva we are talking about, he is not capable of doing that', he actually did in the dramatic ending.
This was supposed to be such an angsty dramatic scene, if only they gave it more attention it would have gave his route more dept and made the ending all the more satisfying.
THIS is how I think things should have happened:
-After the dance, MC still acts the same and says they should have a meal together.
-Chevalier agrees and says then let's have dinner together.
-MC accepts and they have dinner in his room. MC is nervous since this is her first time alone with him in her room since he knows of her feelings and it makes her hyperaware of him. Specially that whenever she look up at him she sees he is already staring at her. Like he wants to commit her to his memory.
-Cheva sees that and starts talking about a new book to calm her down.It works and soon enough they are sitting together on his bed and reading the book together in silence.
-Chevalier's reading speed is higher than hers and whenever he is done he just stares at her as he waits for her to finish the page.
-MC finish a page and look up toward Chevalier to see if he's done with it, but when she does he is already looking at her and there eyes meet.
-They stare at each others soul for a very long time in silence before they kiss, none of them knowing who made the first move.
-The kiss soon turn into a full makeout session on Chevalier's bed and the book fall to the floor in a tud.
-This bring Chevalier to his senses, it is not like him to act so irrationnaly.
-He pulls away from MC, but she pulls him back and that was all he needed for his logical facade to snap.
-They make love and as MC cry her heart out she sees that Cheva's usual ice cold expression is nowhere to be seen.
-His walls are completely gone and at that moment she has the REAL Chevalier in front of her.
She says she loves him but he does not answer her back. He knows that if he says it, it's gonna make even more difficult for her, so he just hugs her to him instead.
And that's how it ends.
What do you guys think? I'm really interested in you guys's opinion on this topic.
#otome#otome game#ikemen series#ikemen prince#michel chevalier#ikepri chevalier#ikemen prince chevalier#cheva#chevalier michel#ikepri#ikeprince#ikeprince chevalier#ikemen chevalier#ikepri chevalier michel#ikemen prince chevalier michel
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Whumptober Day 25: Storm
Day 25 and it's another movie-verse fic! This one is a bit of a different vibe to the other ones but you know what? It's 3 am as I am scheduling these and I do not care. You will either enjoy it or you can wait another hour.
Taglist: @splinnters @abigailxoxo @tornoleander @mondothebombo @ghostwalloper @toastingpencils37 @lightning-chicken
Words: 2k
Jay used to love storms.
Every time he would hear the crack of thunder across the sky, he would beg his ma and pa to let him go outside. After promising to stay away from all of the junk piles (which were struck quite frequently), they would bundle him up in a rain jacket three sizes too big for him because it was one of Pa’s that shrunk in the dryer before finally letting him loose.
He would always run until he was out of sight of the trailer, waiting for the rain to be directly overhead before shedding the rain jacket and letting the water fall on his bare skin. The lightning zigzagging across the sky felt like an old friend, and Jay remembered reaching up and trying to grab it out of the clouds. He only did this more after his old school had a mythology unit, and they learned about the gods and their domains and their powers.
People forget that Zeus was the ruler of the gods for a reason.
Maybe it was foolish to try and compare himself to Zeus, of all people. Maybe it was fate. All Jay knew was that if Zeus ever had to deal with the bullshit that came with using electricity with a straight face, then he was a stronger soldier then Jay ever could be.
He felt ridiculous in his current position, but some things just had to be done.
“Jay,” Zane called, standing at the open door to the garage, “is there a reason why you are standing out in the rain holding a frying pan?”
“Because elemental powers suck and I just need it to strike me already,” Jay answered, raising his pan even higher and continuing to walk in a circle. Walking gave him the illusion that the pouring rain wasn’t hitting him as much as it actually was.
“You are trying to get struck by lightning?”
“Yes, Zane. I am trying to get struck by lightning.”
“That does not seem very wise—”
“Well then it’s a good thing that wisdom is not my wheelhouse,” and Jay knew how stupid he looked, walking around with a pot on his head and a pan in his hand. He probably looked like some circus clown. “Look, can you just leave me alone to suffer in peace, please?”
Zane sighed, but abided by Jay’s wishes and went back into the warehouse. Jay kept walking around and around and around, waving his pan like a crazy person. The lightning was crawling under his skin, writhing and waiting to get out, but the problem was that Jay didn’t know how to let it out, exactly.
These elemental powers were for the birds.
He never saw Kai sticking a tong into a campfire to try and channel his element, or Nya constantly throwing herself under the shower. Cole wasn’t rolling in the dirt and mud like a wild horse, and Zane was only caught in the freezer once, but that was before any of them had their elements. Jay didn’t even know how Lloyd would begin to channel his element of green into an actual physical thing.
So yeah. Elemental powers sucked.
With every storm that thundered overhead Jay could feel his element spring to life, twisting and snapping like a wild animal waiting to be released from its cell. Jay did everything that he could think of to try and release it: he tried to force it through a car battery, he tried to channel it into some wires, he even stuck a fork into an electrical socket just to see if that would do anything. He still had the small burns on his hands from the last stunt.
Maybe there was some secret way to let loose that the others weren’t telling him, but Jay was too scared to ask. Besides, if they really knew something, then they would’ve told him by now, right?
There was a small clanging sound behind him, and Jay turned to see Nya standing at the mouth of the warehouse rather than Zane. Feeling his heart start to pound in his chest, Jay flushed when he truly realized how ridiculous he must look, and it took every bit of self-restraint to not fling the pan away.
“You okay, Sparky?” Nya chuckled, holding an umbrella to keep the rain from landing on her. Jay thought that she would’ve just been able to control the rain, but maybe that wasn’t the case.
Sighing, Jay brought his pan down to his side. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just trying to get struck by lightning, you know, the usual. Even a little jolt would do at this point.”
The rain seemed to stutter, starting and stopping in place before resuming its normal rhythm. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Nya asked, leaning against the wall.
“No,” Jay admitted, “but it’s the best one I’ve got.”
“I’m pretty sure someone as smart as you would have better ideas than to stand outside in a thunderstorm wearing pots and pans to try and attract one of the deadliest things to humans in the world,” Nya deadpanned.
And was Jay just now realizing how foolish his plan was, with his long-time crush looking over at him with a fond but exasperated expression? Yes, yes he was. “It isn’t what it looks like!”
Now what on earth would’ve possessed him to say that? He was so stupid, he was so so so stupid—
In hindsight, he really should’ve been paying more attention to his surroundings.
The bright flash was what reached him first. It burned what felt like permanent holes into his retinas and Jay saw stars swim across his vision, dark against the white light of the lightning bolt. And then the pain hit.
It was all-consuming, running through his nerves with the force and speed of a freight train, and Jay barely had the breath to scream as the air was knocked out of his lungs with a baseball bat. It felt like every single one of his limbs was being blown off. He started violently twitching, panicking, but the true fear set in when he instinctively felt the lightning bolt try and jump Nya. The bolt was desperate to ground itself, and Nya was the next closest host.
With a strength that Jay didn’t even know he possessed, he grabbed the lightning bolt and tossed it the other way into the raging sea. It fizzled out without a fight, but Jay was crashing to the ground before he could see it fully disappear.
Someone called his name but he couldn’t hear it over the ringing in his ears. His head smashed against the concrete on the docks, and Jay just laid there, stunned. There was no feeling in his outer extremities, and he only had a view of the hand that he threw the lightning with; it was blackened, definitely burned but at least all of his fingers were still there. Was he paralyzed?
Gentle hands grabbed either side of his face, and Jay was blinking the rain out of his eyes to glance up at Nya’s worried face. Actually, worry was too weak of a word; Nya looked terrified, eyes raking him up and down as Jay tried to kick his brain back into gear. She was saying something, and Jay’s lip-reading skills left a lot to be desired but he could’ve sworn that she was calling him an idiot, which was totally fair in this situation.
“Nya?” he slurred, his tongue tasting like ashes. Finally he was able to wiggle his toes, but he still couldnt move the majority of his leg.
“Yeah, Jay,” she sounded somewhat relieved, “it’s me, I’m here.”
“I’m okay,” he tried to assure, but she suddenly looked angry. Jay shut his mouth instead.
“Walker, you are literally smoking,” Nya growled, but her hands stayed gentle as they cupped his cheeks and rubbed the tears away from his eyes. When did those get there? “I better not hear you say that you’re okay again or I will kick your ass.”
“That’s not very nice,” Jay commented, before his back arched suddenly and his mouth opened in a silent scream. All of the pain was rushing back into his body at once, and his hands scrabbled for something to grab onto as he was overwhelmed with sensations, feeling the lightning race around under his skin faster than it ever had before. Nya was holding him down by the shoulders, still saying something, but Jay only grabbed at her arms in a desperate bid to ground himself.
It wouldn’t stop. It just wouldn’t stop. Jay was sure that he was gripping hard enough to draw blood, but Nya only held him tighter when he started convulsing, the world going dark as Jay seized. Pain like nothing he ever felt before was blossoming across his skin, and the storm only whipped itself up into a frenzy around them, the lightning glowing brighter in its streaks across the sky and the rain smashing down with a vengeance. The wind whistled in his ears, and Jay didn’t know where his pan was, but at this point he needed Nya to grab him and knock him the fuck out.
The lightning was attracted to Nya, and it took every ounce of Jay’s willpower to keep it contained inside, but it still smashed and raged against his skin like something possessed and Jay didn’t know how much longer he could keep it together—
A warm hand landed on his back, and Jay felt the lightning break through his self-control and go through the hand. But the hand didn’t pull away, instead gripping Jay’s hoodie tighter and drawing both him and Nya into a warm chest. Jay would recognize the scent of the person anywhere: Cole.
“I need both of you to calm down,” said his best friend, his voice ringing out loud and clear despite the chaos swirling around them. “You’re making the storm worse.”
“How the fuck am I supposed to calm down?!” Nya asked angrily, “Jay just got struck by lightning!”
“Yeah, I know,” Cole grunted, “and that was pretty stupid, but you do realize that the whole water ninja thing means you’re controlling the rain, right? I need you to get a handle on it before you drown the entire east side of Ninjago City.”
But Nya was scared, and Jay knew that. He hid his face in the crook of her neck, ignoring the wispy smoke still curling off of his palms as he hugged her. “Nya,” he said softly, “I’m okay. Lightning ninja, remember? It won’t kill me. Can you try to calm down, please? For me?”
He was still very much in pain, and he doubted that was changing any time soon, but he would rather not be wet and in pain. Nya returned his hug, her breathing ragged, and Jay pushed down his own panic so he could focus on her. “I’m trying,” she whispered, and Jay felt the guilt pour into his chest at his past thoughts about how in control all of his friends were of their elements. It was a stupid assumption on his part, if this rain was anything to go off of.
Finally, after a few minutes of careful breathing, the rain started to let up and the dark clouds overhead began to dissipate. Cole sighed in relief, his hold around the other two still as solid as a rock. Jay realized that Cole must’ve been using his earth powers to help channel his lightning and give him an outlet, but Jay jumped as Nya slumped onto him. She was exhausted, and he was more than happy to be her pillow for a little while.
Cole kissed the back of Jay’s head. “You burned your hand pretty bad, bluebell.”
Oh yeah, he did manage to do that, and his hand was hurting very badly now that Jay was thinking about it. “I know,” Jay whispered .”I threw a lightning bolt, isn’t that cool? I thought it was pretty cool.”
“I’m sure it was, but you know what would be cooler? If you two never did this again, and I never have to see you do the chicken dance with a pot on your head in a thunderstorm for the rest of my life."
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GMMTV 2024 PART 2 - BINGO
For the upcoming event on April 23rd (which I'm not going to be able to watch live 😭😭😭)
I was quite pleased with part 1 🌈🥰
And let's be real, I've got no time to make another bingo card for part 2 so here's what's left of my first card!
Thanks again to @icouldhyperfixatehim for creating this awesome bingo card.
Things I’m fairly sure we’re getting:
Firstkhao series (pretty much confirmed)
Mark fucking Pakin KISSING (it looks like we're getting MarkOhm??)
(And that's it since I've had no time to snoop on social media recently and anyway I looove to be surprised)
And yes I'm aware we're not getting a Fluke Pusit main role since my man moved on from GMMTV since then (to get himself his own main role: bravo!!)
Things I would really like to see:
P'Jojo said somewhere that he’d like to do a domestic cutesy BL, please give the man what he wants. As a general rule, GMMTV should just let Jojo do whatever Jojo wants to do, period.
P’Aof once said in a interview that he would like to work with actors he hasn’t work with yet and that among gmmtv he hadn’t had the chance to work with Gun (or Krist) soooooooooo this could be the year is what I’m saying.
PLEASE give me something by the BMF production team (P'Waa Waasuthep, who also directed The Gifted) because Be My Favorite is definitely one of my favorite series, it was perfect.
Another more politically oriented drama (à la The Eclipse, Not Me)
Since remakes are in right now, you know what I would love a Thai take on? Color Rush! I really liked this KBL, it had SUCH an interesting premise but… *sigh* it was way too short to be impactful imo (the vibe of the show though omg). (P'Nuchy? P'Golf?)
More trans characters with great supporting roles/strong storylines, more non-binary characters
More QUEER ELDERS!! Different generations of queer interacting (ex: the gay uncles in My Ride the series, they were EVERYTHING)
Already completed in Part 1 :
EARTHMIX: Ossan's Love TH
ADULT LIFE BL (post uni): The Trainee, Peaceful Property, Ossan's Love TH, Wandee Goodday, hell I'll put Pluto in it too!
GEMINIFOURTH: My Love Mix-Up!
OFFGUN and TAYNEW: separately but whatever it counts (and anyway it was a wishful dream)
NEO SERIOUS ROLE: Am I splitting hair? Who's knows? But it does not look like he's playing a clown in My Golden Blood, gimme baseball bat!Neo
1 GL NEW SHIP: Pluto (plus several side couples!!)
MAGICAL REALISM BL: My Golden Blood's more supernatural but saaaaaaaaame
NEW WTF SHIP: JossGawin + NamtanFilm
GAWIN CASKEY MAIN ROLE: My Golden Blood
WINNYSATANG + AOUBOOM + ENSEMBLE BL CAST: We Are the series
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Toxic: Dick Grayson x f!reader (part 1)
I'm just testing the waters here, since it's my DC writing debut (please, forgive me Marvel, you are still no.1 for me). Anyway, let me know what you think.
He was a detective.
She was a forensic scientist and tech expert.
Their history started back in the circus days.
They weren’t exactly friends, but being the only two kids amongst the adults and animals brought them closer than they would ever like to admit.
He was an acrobat. She was a tamer which gave her ability to read through animals and as this skill expanded – people. She could easily tell the emotions and feelings of one’s person and control it. When she found out about that power she was scared at first. It was hard to cope with all the positive and negatives vibes suffocating and suppressing her. And it was not like she could tell anyone about it. She would be called a freak and even at circus this would not be good. But Dick knew. From the beginning. He saw it in her eyes one day at the arena, when the fire broke and people and circus crew started to panic and flee. Poor girl felt not only her own pain and fear but also all of the same emotion of about 100 or more people. It was just too much, hurting not only mentally but physically as well and so she started to shake with the burden on her shoulders. Eyes wide open, breath fastened she turned away from the source of the problem and started running, hit and miss, somehow avoiding collision with anyone else. Dick was quick to add two and two and chase after her through the other side of arena, ignoring his parents’ calls. However, she was too fast and soon was out of his sight. Now Dick started to panic as well. She should not be alone in her vulnerable state.
“YN!” he called for her, but there was no answer “YN!” another try and he heard some quiet sobbing coming from behind one of the circus caravan “what happened?” the boy fell to the ground next to his colleague. She was holding her knees close to the chest, face hidden, hair being a mess from the running “Hey, look at me” she hesitantly raised her head and followed his plea “what happened there?”
“I got scared, that’s all”
“It’s not. There’s more. You can tell me. “ he reached for her cold hands and this gesture surprised them both.
“Can I? How do I know you are not going to use it against me?”
“Don’t you know me better than that?” he asked sadly
“I do. I’m sorry Dick. I know you care. I just….. I don’t know what’s happening to me lately.”
“Tell me. I’ll help you figure it out.”
“I….. I feel more. More intense, more often. Some of those feelings are not even mine. Like, I can tell that right now you are worried, but also a bit curious. It’s a lot, knowing people’s emotions, you know.”
“I know.” Dick nodded and went to hug her “Seems to me like you are an empath.”
“I don’t think every empath can also control the mood of the people”
“control?”
“Yes, a bit, but most of the time it happens involuntarily…..”
“How so?” Dick frowned at the words
“Remember last week? When one of the clowns started a fight with fire eater?”
“I do….. Wait, was that you?”
“I guess. I mean, none of them would start jumping around and laughing falling into each other embrace out of their own will, right? They hate each other.”
“Right.” The boy rubbed his forehead “How long is this going on”
“Not sure. A month or some more….”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked with hurt in his voice, but she just shrugged.
“I was scared. Still am. But it’s ok if you think I’m a weirdo. I won’t blame you, just please keep it to yourself.”
“I’m not leaving you.” he spoke and hugged her again
“You are not?” she muffled into his chest clinging to the warmth and peace his presence brought her.
“No. I’m not going to hurt you, ever. I’ll keep you safe.”
***
That was the ice breaker in their relationship. From that day when she confessed they became closer and closer every day. And slowly, something more than friendship started to creep in inside their hearts. But as all was going really good in that area, life decided to pull a cruel trick. # years later a fatal accident happened, leaving Dick parentless. He was broken and vulnerable and despite the fact that she was there for him, offering help and support there was not much she could do, especially use her powers. She swore to him she would never use her ability against him and this was not the time to break the promise. Soon, Dick was adopted by no one else than famous Bruce Wayne and took away from the circus. She stayed behind. Those were dark couple of years for 15 year-old kids.
“Promise you won’t forget me” she whispered clutching him while the limousine was waiting.
“How could I ever?” he held her tighter “this is probably bad timing, but I ….” He stopped becoming shy.
“You what?”
“You were more than a friend to me. I…. I felt more for you.”
“Oh…..” the girl pulled away slightly
“Yeah” Dick scratched his head in confusion. “Maybe I shouldn’t have said that…”
“Dick?”
“Yes?”
“I promise you, when I turn 18 and I will be free to decide about myself I will find you. I’ll get you back and we may work on that feeling. Will you wait for me?”
“ Always.” He whispered resting his forehead on hers.
“Master Grayson! It’s time to go.”
“Come back to me.” Dick added
“In three years, I promise.”
***
Three years later, she did kept her promise as she showed on the steps on the Wayne Manor. Uninvited, of course, but with single purpose on her mind. Getting Dick back. Last year has been a constant torment for her. As she grew up, a lot of men in the circus turned their attention towards her and not in a good way. She was degraded because of the fact she was a woman, catcalled and a couple of times almost raped. Such things can change a person but she was still the same girl Dick knew, hoping he did not change much as well. Ok, to tell the truth she might have a bit more of a badass attitude and higher confidence, but those were good things, right? So why was she so nervous knocking at the door. Would the host of the place kick her out when he see her creased clothes and messy outlook? She travelled for three days to get here, but …..
“And who may you be?” dark dressed valet opened the door and started looking her up and down
“I’m….” she trailed
“YN?” the voice coming from the inside was too familiar and her eyes immediately went glassy “You are really here?” Dick, because who else took a few steps closer and gently touched her cheek to make sure she was real.
“I promised you, didn’t I?” she sobbed “I kept it.”
“You two better come inside, before you get sick from the cold” the butler pulled the girl into the manor and closed the door behind.
***
Bruce Wayne was less than happy about another kid in his house. Dick got into quite an argument with him about his friend but it did not brought the wanted result. Batman was good enough with one child under his care, no place for discussion and that broke said child heart. Thank god, Albert was a bit more sensitive as he took the girl in, so Dick and his friend could secretly meet. Maybe it was the aura of forbidden love but this situation only speeded up what was bound to happen between them. The first time Dick kissed her it was messy, sloppy and innocent, but as the years went by all the emotions they were hiding for years got the best of them. At the age of 21 the tame finally broke.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked hovering over her, his breath hot on the girl’s skin.
“Are you getting second thoughts?” she smirked but it was impossible to hide how impatient and longing for him she was.
“I love you.” he whispered in response kissing her fiercely and completely letting himself go. If she could she would probably say the same, but the way he was focused on her and taking care of every inch of her body made her words incoherent and limited only to single moans and groans under Dick’s touch. Both of them were waiting and aching for each other for so long, hiding inside their shells. But it was not necessary anymore. Just the two of them against the world, closer than ever, closer than it was possible and yet – still so far away from one another. Lips on lips, skin on skin, caressing, stroking and exploring. Being one another’s first time made it even more sensual and emotional.
“Dick?”
“Yes?”
“I love you too.” She smiled as he kissed her more. “It feels so good to finally say it” she whispered.
“You don’t ever have to stop.” he muttered “but are you sure it’s what you want?
“Yes, just …..”
“I’m not going to hurt you. You are safe with me” he repeated the words from the past and she closed her eyes actually feeling safe and secure in his arms.
***
They were training together despite Bruce’s best wishes. He was Robin and she was Flux. There was no discussion that Dick was skilled from the beginning but the girls had a lot to learn. And she was making progress so fast that it impressed even the Batman himself. Finally, he warmed up to her enough to let her join missions. Ironically, this was about to be her undoing. During one of the escapades, Robin and Fluxcame across two other vigilantes – Hawk and Dove, their real names being Hank and Dawn.
The girl was so different from YN. Gentle, caring with all her positive attitude and petite figure. Delicate in every aspect except fighting. Very well aware she captured Dick’s attention, not that anyone could blame her for it. If only she was mean or vengeful or rude…. But her being kind and helpful made it impossible for Flux to hate her for forming close bond with Dick. Yes, she was jealous. Robin was her boyfriend. She went through a lot to win him over and now it felt like she was losing him to another one. How could she ever compete with such beauty, former ballerina full of grace? Despite the fact that Dick never gave her any reason to doubt him she felt like there was something wrong and being pushed over the age she broke the promise given to him so long ago. She searched through his emotions and minds. And what she saw break her so much that when Dick came to visit her in Albert’s wing of the manor she was sitting on the bed staring blankly at the window.
“YN?” she got him alerted the second he saw her this way “Honey, what happened? Did someone hurt you” he sat down on the edge of bed, palm of her thigh trying to reassure her and get the answer.
“get your hands off me!” she yelled and moved away from his touch
“Why? What’s wrong? Tell me, please.”
“Is it true?” tears started to flow down her eyes
“Is what true?”
“Do you have feelings for her? For Dawn. I’m giving you the chance to be honest with me, Dick….”
“YN….”
“I thought you respect me enough to admit, but you are lying. I feel those emotions on you. I can do that remember?”
“You used them on me…?” he moved back as well “you promised not to…”
“Well then we both broke each other.”
“YN….. I want you to know nothing ever happened between me and Dawn.”
“But you think about her every time when we ….. Fuck, Dick. You act like your name. I feel like throwin up. That is probably the worst kind of betrayal.”
“YN, I still love you.”
“And for the first time in my life I don’t know how I feel. Leave me, Dick. I need to be alone for now. I have to think this all through.
“YN….” He reached for her again, but she yanked free
“Please….. Go away” and so he listened. He left her hoping she would get better till dinner. But when she did not show up he knew it was not temporary. And when after the meal he went to check up on her, she was gone. As well as her stuff. The only thing left was a short letter in which she explained why she had to escape Gotham and forget about that part of her life. She also mentioned being heartbroken and apologized for breaking him, but in her point of view this was the only thing to do. They loved each other but at the same time were toxic and this was something that would always prevent them from getting their happy ending .
to be continued.... or not.
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Blue Moon Circus
That day it was dark, the moon was full and shone with a beautiful blue color.
in the dark streets of the city, two young skeletons walked through these, one being pulled by the other tattooed on the cheek
…: it's getting late you know I'm very sleepy
…: but it's good, I tell you that you like it, this Circus opens these doors only at times of full moon, they are fantastic, you'll see!
…: Ink tomorrow I have a very busy day so…
Ink: Killer? You? since when you worry about your hours of sleep?
Killer: since someone pulled me out of a beautiful dream alongside some hot guys
Ink: you know there are very handsome guys over there
Killer: I want to take a look
after walking for a few minutes through the streets, they came to a
large marquee which let hear the screaming of the crowd even from outside.
Killer: it seems to have already started
Ink: go quickly, I don't want to miss the trapeze artist's numbers. He said running inside, I join him and saw him in a second row seat, I also saw a free seat next to him,
I then assumed it was mine and sat in it.
after the clown finished his number, it was the turn of the trapeze artist, at that moment Ink stared at this skeleton,
he had black, red and yellow bones, and his stage name was Error
which I found a bit amusing
when he started his numbers Ink was like hypnotized, observing every movement, every jump
Killer: wow~~ you seem to like this show a lot~
Ink: of course it's fascinating!. He said blushing
Killer: I think it's something else that you find fascinating. said a waggling his eyebrows subjectively
Ink: w-What Killer stop teasing me and concentrate!. He said returning to his contemplation
Killer: pff you're not funny
After this discussion I went back to following the show, the hours passed and the performances were not bad,
the animal tamer Powder, had managed to make Lions dance with him, it was cool and fun
then there was the flame eater Horror, who had lit a huge fire that he somehow managed to compress to create small flames that were COLORFUL omg I loved that!
The acrobatics were fun, especially since they seemed to be good friends I think their stage name was Brude, weird but good
then there were plenty of other numbers
Ink: I told you that you would like
Killer: yeah that's really cool!
suddenly there was a big boom with smoke in the center of the scene
then a Laughter was heard, this laughter gave me shivers
Ink: yes he is finally starting his number! Says Ink enthusiastically
not only him but everyone seemed impatient
I think it's probably going to get even cooler now
…: I guess your coming is not fortuitous, you all want to witness the great beauty of the night
the smoke gathered in the center before heading skyward and exploding into magnificent thousands of particles of light
it was wonderful and beautiful
I was amazed both by the lights and by the one who was standing there, he was dressed in a magician's outfit, a half-mask in the shape of a smiling moon that he wears on the right side of his face, his bones were black but seemed a little slimy but so beautiful,
and his eyes Omg it was like a mixture between green and purple, he was so beautiful
my face warms up so much, am I blushing?
…: I dare estimate that these humble presents will make you forgive me for my delay. he snapped his fingers and flowers appear from everyone's hands in contact with the particles of light
Ink: Wow Kill you see how cool! eh omg Killer!.he was hysterical and looked at me like "I'm going to tease you so much later"
I was all blushing, everyone had a different flower but why me, me I had
a rose
it doesn't mean anything huh
when I look around the room I'm the only one with a rose
as if that wasn't enough he and i made eye contact to which he gave me the sexiest smile i have ever seen in my life
Killer: °internal screaming°
he then continued his show
…: for those who are new to these Places, let me introduce myself, Moon, I am the Owner of this magnificent haven of peace, but also as you may have guessed. He brings up cards in his hands and mixes them quickly before clapping to make them disappear in the smoke. i am a magician
we were all amazed by his tricks
Moon: and I will make this night a wonderful night~
I feel my soul beating at full speed in my rib cage.
tonight is going to be amazing.
END?
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I hope you liked this little one Shot, I don't know maybe I could write more over time but hey (or continu it and make a serie)
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Lifesteal incorrect quotes
Spoke: I took a calculated risk but boy I am I bad at math
Vitalasy: Wow, all of lifesteal lost power.
Subz: You know, I’ve always kinda liked blackouts. Listen to how quiet it is. It’s so peaceful.
[ Lifesteal being Lifesteal. ]
Subz: Nope, it immediately turned into a purge. Way to go, Lifesteal.
*Everyone blowing up and killing everything in sight*
Life-stealers : LETS GOOOOOOOOO
Clownpierce: If there is such a thing as true love, I’m sure I’ll never find it.
Branzy: Oh don’t worry! I’m sure that you’ll find it someday. Maybe you and I can find it together.
Clownpierce , under his breath: I think I just found it.
In circus...Branzy wanted to surprise Clown for his anniversary...
Clownpierce : What is one thing I told you not to do?
Branzy: Don't burn the circus down...
Clownpierce : And what did you do?
Branzy: Made you dinner~
Clownpierce*Raises an eyebrow at him*
Branzy:...
Branzy:... and burnt the house down
Poafa: Can I share a hotel room with someone else? Zam has a really weird alarm.
Vortex: What do you mean?
Poafa: It’s a recording of him going, “Come on Barbie, let’s go party” over and over, but he just gets more terrifying each time.
Zam: Tell me a single time you didn’t sing along.
Poafa: …
Vortex: He has a point.
Poafa: Goddamnit.
Subz: Do you think he's the one for me?
Woogie: Vitalasy? Oh, yeah. He's tons of fun and you're no fun at all. He completes you.
Ro: Mappic… Did it hurt?
Mappic: What? When I fell from heaven?
Ro: No. when you died.
Mappic:
Mappic: What the fuck do you think? It was a damn crowbar and a bomb. You tell me.
Things said out of context
Leo: You know, everytime we have to say "technically it's not murder" it doesn't sound as great as we hope it so.
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Branzy, very tired: I suppose I shouldn't ask about the Bomb flying of your window this morning?
Zam: I'd really hope you not.
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Spoke: I'm JUST SAYING, that IF "hypothetically" WE both showed up in battle wearing parrot onesies, hood down and then lifted up the hood just to show matching mowhawks we could both have the joy to see everyone pissing on their pants.
Parrot putting his book down: I'm listening.
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Rekrap: Just- Just be nice about it, for once in your life okay?
Pangi: Hn. (lying)
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Branzy: I'd like to remind all of you that I have a terrifying death clown.
Vitalasy: The fuck you mean by that????
Branzy: No reason. Just saying. In case we all forgot.
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Ashswag: We are all aware that Spepticale isn't fond of violence *loads glock*.
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Spepticale, 10 years old talking about Ashswag to Clutch : Yeah, he just comes here, eat all our food, argues with Reddoons for 45 minutes and goes away.
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Pangi, 15 years old, also talking about Ashswag to his school friend: He just comes here-
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Branzy, very, very tired: So... a bomb.
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Terrain: Do it.
Cube: Dude what the fuck.
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Zam, 7 nights awake in a roll: Do you think if I just scream loud enough Clown will come here and put me out of my misery.
Mid, 12 nights awake in a roll: He won't.
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Mid at 3 am: I'll pay you fifty bucks if you pretend you never saw me here
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Zam, 17 years old: The fuck are you doing here.
Clown, with a shitty ass grin showing the engagement ring on his finger: I live here.
Zam:..
Branzy: Listen-
Zam: Some of you still don't eat the crust on your sandwich like absolute fucking cowards. It's just bread. Are you a toddler? Does your mommy tuck you in? Eat the crust, you stupid baby.
Also Zam
Zam: BRANZY THERE'S CRUST ON MY SANDWICH
Spoke: Clown, can I have a silenced pistol?
Clown: Shouldn't you ask Branzy?
Spoke: He said no.
Clown: Then why're you asking me?
Spoke: Because he's not the boss of you.
Clown: It's a trap, it's a trap, it's a trap.
Bacon: how do you ask someone out?
Vitalasy: Well, first-
Subz: Don't ask him, he asked me out in a McDonalds parking lot.
Bacon: …And you said yes?
Clown, to Branzy: We had a date!
Branzy: *aggressively points to Spiderman Coloring Book*
Ro: Hey guys what’s up?
Mappic: Silence! this is a debate I intend to win.
Ro: huh?
Clown *eating popcorn* : You’re gonna wanna see this
Jaron: BY FAR IT IS ONLY LOGICAL TO ASSUME-
Mid: LOGIC HAS NO PART YOU’RE JUST BIASED
Clown: They’re fighting over who was the one which caused the most chaos
Ro:
Ro *reaches for popcorn*
Clown *slaps his hand* : Nuh-uh Ro only the one with the title of MOST CHAOTIC lifestealer gets to eat popcorn
Spepticale: YOU ARE A LITERAL ASSASSIN WHOS TRIED TO MURDER SEVERAL PEOPLE
Clown: REMIND ME OF YOUR BODYCOUNT?!
Ro: what now-
Clown: THAT WAS BARELY ANY
Spoke: I was literally broke ALL the rules in lifesteal AND SUMMONED THOUSANDS OF MOBS
Clown: You’re all just competing for second place
Ro: .. wait what about me?
Everyone *stops and stares*
Mappic: Ro, this is serious
Parrot: Yeah dude I remember your reputation and you haven’t changed
Branzy: .. are you all done?
Zam: BRANZY! Just who we want to see! So.. tell us, who was the most chaotic lifestealer ever
Branzy*without hesitation* : Ro
Rek: Yeah it was Ro
Everyone:………
Ro*steals popcorn* : Y’all better start putting respect on my damn name
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Behind the scenes
Ro: 2 hearts for you to say me
Branzy: deal
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I attempted to write angst but kind of gave up in the end
Momento mori = remember you must die (learned this in my arts class)
He stood near the cliff as the sun was setting. The wind blew his black hair left and right. The sun in front of her created a golden lining almost too faint to see. He watched him not wanting to disrupt the incredibly angelic scene in front of him.
In hopes of replicating his feelings, Branzy took a deep breath and walked towards Clown. As he turned around, he expected to see his bright red eyes almost gaze into your soul, you stared at them for long enough. Clown's head had turned around by the time his head was out of the clouds.
Branzy gaped in shock as he backed away, Clown’s eyes had been gouged out, and his lips, as well as his skin, had been ripped off of his face, blood was dripping down from everywhere, and the blood gushing from his eye sockets made it look like he was crying out blood, The bacteria in the air had started to rot away at his muscles. The blood continuously dropped on the green grass, turning a deep shade of maroon.
Branzy stared at him in shock and horror. He tried to run but couldn't. No matter how hard he tried something in him wouldn’t let him.
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Branzy jolted awake as sweat dripped down his forehead. His breath became shaky as he tried to calm himself down from his nightmare.
It had been years since Clown had passed away but even to this day, he couldn’t escape the guilt. Clown died because of him. It was his fault. If he had never taken the job, Clown would be with him.
But life gives no second chances.
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Acta Est Fabula - Ch. 3
SUMMARY: Crimson Court AU. The boys launch their attack on the Baron, but no celebration is complete without a kiss. No Beta. Read at your own risk.
PAIRING: Bounty Hunter x Flagellant
RATING: M (just to be safe because it will get spicy later)
WORD COUNT: 2,405
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(Man, is it hard for me to go in chronological order, but we're trying. Nevermind that I already outlined the smut and just want to dive straight into that. OTL)
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Engorged ruby eggs mark this territory, as do the perpetual swarms of flies, their presence humming about dirty meal trays and empty bottles of vintage crates.
As the flagellant steps past the threshold of overgrown brush, he can hear the clink of glasses, the lull of small talk and laughter, a festive atmosphere made whole by the scores of renaissance melodies.
Engorged ruby eggs mark this territory, as do the perpetual swarms of flies, their presence humming about dirty meal trays and empty bottles of vintage crates.
As the flagellant steps past the threshold of overgrown brush, he can hear the clink of glasses, the lull of small talk and laughter, a festive atmosphere made whole by the scores of renaissance melodies.
The whimsical musical stylings end on a jarring score, the cadence of one waterlogged loafer touching down on the tiled floor, the other guests keeping their distance, repelled by his scraggy appearance. Painted heads turn, the liveliness now a flatline of silence, gasping in contempt of their unwelcome guest.
“Oh my,” one of the courtesans exclaims, “Look at what the croc dragged in!”
“Where have you been hiding these days, darling,” the baron's mistress chimes in, waving a fan against her powdered nose.
Another of her debutante floozies quickly finishes the thought, “In the dirt by the look of it!”
A reel of laughter erupts from around the room, the crowd all too eager to partake in his humiliation.
“Thought you knew better than to come here again,” the baron snubs, much more vitriolic in his participation, “must you punish us with your miserable existence?”
The branded vagabond was used to being patronized and despite their fervent attempts to oust him, the flagellant's confidence does not waver, nor does his smirk.
"I am not here for favor or for mercy,” Damian speaks, putting an end to their humor, if only momentarily. “I come bearing a gift, an opportunity to repent. Pledge yourself to the Light, let it save what remains of your souls."
The aristocrats can do nothing but laugh at his outrageous request, the wandering zealot a broken record, this religious stunt of his not an uncommon sight.
"Baron,” his finely dressed mistress remarks, a polished hand tucking behind his collar, “did you order a fool and forget to tell us?"
“Ha! Yes, a traveling clown indeed,” the shifty man concurs, a laugh slipping past his tall incisors, “run along now lad, take your traveling circus elsewhere.”
“I pray you've made peace with death,” Damian portends, a grim finality, “you will meet her today.”
An encore of boisterous laughter is made, paid at his expense.
“Ha! What a riot!”
“Can you believe it? The resident lunatic is trying to pick a fight!”
“How many times can one man lose their mind!”
Wine swirls about the baron’s glass, incited by the guffaws. “Little old you, taking on all of us? We’d suck you dry before you could even come close.”
“Maybe you'd be right,” the flagellant says, fangs framing his smile, “if I was alone.”
“Oh? Pray tell, where is this mystery date of yours,” hucks the smarmy liege, seeing none beside him, awaiting their grand entrance, “Are they invisible or just imaginary?”
“My dear Baron,” Damian bows, perfectly serene in his manners, “I believe you've already met.”
“What are you–,”
The esteemed aristocrat is still ignorant, hardly aware of what’s happened to him, a fine line of red stretching across his face, bisected blood swimming in his vision before it slides off, a clean cut of gore, his eyes looking upon his own decapitated corpse.
The man's dismembered head rolls about the regal bows and buckles of pointed shoes, the rest of his bulbous body twitching before joining its missing piece, a limp mass of wet squelch.
There would be no egg sacks for the wealthy lord to cower in, no third act, just the cold curtain of his final death.
The female courtesans scream for the tragic passing of their lord, their gentleman counterparts offering them comfort, passing around their own audible intakes of shock.
The esquires waste no time shedding their prim and proper visage, looking for the unseen threat, clamoring together in a pack with pompadours and pistols abound.
“Where are you?!”
“Show yourself, pathetic quim!
“Unsavory cur!”
“I am right here, you degenerate suckheads,” Tardif taunts, standing up from his crouch, liquid crimson dripping from his kusarigama.
“Hunter,” the insects hiss in unison, “That traitorous bastard brought a hunter!”
“Templar scum!”
“Dog of the order!”
“Ye spineless toads gunna keep tellin’ me how pretty I am,” Tardif spits, annoyed more than anything, “or ye gunna shut up and fight?”
The insects step up to the challenge, firing their shots, but the hunter merely deflects each one, making no effort to retaliate, standing there in goading proposition.
“The hunter is as mad as he is!”
“Yes, a perfect pair, crazy and crazier.”
“Kill them both!”
Too busy hurling insults, the three bloodsuckers fail to notice the maw of teeth stampeding across the floor, Sebastian scooping each insect into its mouth, one piled into the other before champing down, a spike trap of impalement.
“Oh, too bad,” Tardif whinges, listening to their posh screams, a kabob of entitled brats severed with gushes of carnage, “anyone else?”
He surveys what remains of the guests, a flurry of hoop skirts and tailcoats running for dear life while the croc picks them off, tossing them into the swamp, a buffet for his other reptilian brethren to partake.
“Can't let you have all the fun, Sebastian,” Tardif cries, diving right in with the crowd, hacking through whoever comes close, guarding the croc’s back.
The creature growls, polishing off what fleeing bloodsuckers it can, the two a dynamic duo of havoc and despair.
“Shouldn't you be running, mademoiselle,” Damian taunts, hands behind his back as confronts the baron's mistress, one of the few guests that remain alive.
“Little worm,” the woman hisses, betwixt grief and hatred as she huddles around her dearly departed, “do you know what you've done?! The court will hear of this, mark my words. You're as good as dead.”
“Yes, your ladyship, but in the meantime I hope to bring an unfortunate demise unto you.”
She snarls at the estranged vampire's uncouth behavior, his insufferably cavalier expression, rising up to meet him, “Always knew you were a bit off. The Baroness was too kind letting you live.”
“I never did like you either, lady Beatrice,” the flagellant snips, the two staring each other down, “your pies always tasted as rancid as your heart.”
Her rouge-round cheeks fume, growling in offense, sending a slew of half-pint servants after him in swift riposte. “Kill him! Avenge the baron!”
The blonde vampire barely lifts a hand, his claws slashing the castellans to pieces as if they were delicate lace petticoats, the floor filled with dregs of hairy legs and chops of sirloin.
Beatrice reels in alarm, her entourage of minions hacked to mince so easily, “There’s something different about you! What is it?! Tell me!”
“I simply did what you all do so well,” Damian says, eyes swimming in a sea of black, “I drank my fill of blood.”
A sanguine transformation consumes him, an evolution of four long wings that burst from his back, claws growing lengthy, sharp, nose and mandibles to match their lethal intent.
With a speed Beatrice doesn't expect, he flies forward, tearing into her neck, ripping cursed viscera from stringy tethers of flesh.
He can barely stand the taste, spits the foul tasting thing out, tossing her severed head in the direction of the baron's corpse, the two lovers reunited in a fitting grave.
Tardif catches the tail end of the battle between the two antagonistic vampires, watches on as the flagellant tears through the competition with such violent fury that it awakens something within him. He’s never known his side of Damian, but he wants to, his brutality so different than his usual carefree demeanor, awe causing him to marvel at the scene a bit too long.
“Ye still alive over there,” the hunter asks from the other side of the floor, humor in his voice as he regards the croc.
Sebastian growls, his jaws dripping with his most recent kill, the emerald beast’s stomach much too full.
“Think we got 'em all. How 'bout it Pierre? We miss anyone?”
The creature scans around the venue, the flickering blue of dying heat signatures conveying no more signs of unlife.
“Good,” Tardif says, sheathing his weapon, “Sebastian, keep an eye out. Yer on guard duty.”
Coast clear, he stalks toward Damian, stepping over a macabre path of littered corpses until he reaches his partner's side.
The vampire seems to be stuck in trance, caught in disbelief of what they’ve done, a potent cocktail of adrenaline and bloodlust eating away at his dwindling humanity.
Tardif wouldn’t describe himself as the soft, tender type, but he finds he wants to be now, for him.
“Hey,” the brute calls, gripping the grotesque angles of Damian’s face, “ye can relax. It's over now.”
The vampire finally moves, clings to the arms that clings to him, squeezing at it tightly, unable to decide if he wants to keep the human near or drive him away.
“You musn’t be so close to me,” Damian warns, his carnal urges unpredictable, “not now, not like this.”
“Teh, ye look pretty harmless to me,” the brash barbarian smirks, falling under his own trance.
Gloves smear away the flecks of red left upon a pale visage, pushing back stray blonde curls from the shining abyss of his eyes.
Maybe they were both crazy for doing this, the heap of dead bloodsuckers had accused them as much, but who knew what fate would come for them next, if they would still be standing together by the end.
Only one thing is certain in Tardif’s mind and regardless of the blood, the fangs, the danger, he is overcome, having never seen something so morbidly beautiful in all his life.
It comes as a shock, especially after the rush of battle to feel the press of something soft against his cheek, just above the protrusion of his mandibles. It’s a strange sort of feeling, remembering affection like this, having suffered so long without it, but once he realizes what the huntsman is doing, what it means, Damian fends him off.
The flagellant's voice is warbled by his metamorphosis, more taken aback by the clash of their opposing species than the action itself. “How … how could you do something that … that stupid?”
Tardif seems equally at a loss, having no answer to give, only sensation, fire burning from within.
"I am not even a man anymore,” the vampire continues, trying to make sense of the other’s recklessness, “Do you not despise me?"
"I uh … sorry," Tardif mumbles, unable to supply anything else, caught in a loop, reliving their first kiss.
"You could have been turned," the flagellant chastises, anger unable to convey properly upon his compound eyes, "Then what would you have done?"
"Not every bite can inflict the curse," Tardif replies, the ingrained knowledge cutting through the haze, "and we stick to the plan. We slay them all. Same as before."
"You're not afraid of inheriting the curse," Damian asks, probing and confounded by this stubborn enigma of a man.
"I fear nothing," Tardif says, the potent note of overconfidence obvious even to his own ears.
"You'll be hunted just like me," the flagellant continues, mourning the thought, "Ostracized. Persecuted. You won't be able to return home again. Doesn’t that bother you?"
"I like a challenge,” Tardif smirks, shrugging as he contemplates the rest, “Not much of a life. Was picked up by the order when I was a kid, but I never trusted them or anything they said. Always wanted to go off on my own. What better time than now?”
"The thing I want to retrieve most, you are so willing to give it up," the vampire gasps, grabbing at his companion’s cowl.
It’s impulsive, risky, Damian hardly having any lips left to kiss, but it doesn’t stop him from trying.
Despite their physical differences, it's heated, heavy, passionate, the vampire’s long tongue coming to lick against sweet decadence, connecting corrupted canines with frail human lips.
The hybrid can feel himself slipping, unsure of how long he can subdue the thirst, tempted by the urge to bite down, drink into him.
"How do ye feel," Tardif asks, panting, flushed with the sticky heat of dried blood upon his brow.
"Vile," Damian spits, though his words beseech his actions, leaning back in for more, "wretched."
The hunter surrenders to his mouth, but the vampire cannot risk it, must end this before he does something he regrets.
"No more,” he commands, shoving the brainless idiot away, heaving with the strain it took, “You must leave. I will find you again before the next party."
"That may not be for some time,” the huntsman reasons, completely logical in his response despite what boundaries they've crossed, “We're stronger together. It'll be easier for them to pick us off if we split up."
"And what happens if I decide to pick you off," Damian presses.
"Let's say that ye do,” Tardif muses, “Ye forget, I am trained to kill yer kind. If ye do somethin’ I don't want ye to do, ye'll know it."
"Please, do not stay here,” the vampire begs, feeling his body shudder, transforming into something more grossly inhuman, “I do not know if I can resist it any longer.”
"Ye can. I know ye.”
Damian laughs cynically, "Your sudden faith in me is misplaced."
The vampire makes an injured noise, staggered and garbling as his insides begin to change, insect legs sprouting from his abdomen, a long rudder of a thorax pushing out from his backside.
“Wot can we do to stop it? Slow it down?”
"You can run," Damian says, his morbid humor shining through these dire circumstances.
"Never been very good at that,” Tardif remarks, cocky and unbudging.
"Enough” the nobleman shouts, the most desperate he’s ever been, “Go! Please … ”
Tardif pulls a silver band out from under his tunic, placing the whistle inside the semblance of a human hand, "Take this. Use it to call me. I will come."
"Fool,” Damian laughs, the sound cryptic, supernatural, barely distinguishable, “I will always have need of your blood."
"Just make sure I recognize ye when I do.”
With his parting gift, the hunter finally departs, Sebastian returning to his master's side, swaddling him within its large bulk. Damian is all too grateful for his friend and the leathery tail that consoles him, suffering through the excruciating pain of molting, an experience he hasn’t endured in years.
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Spend the Night: Ch. 29
~Coauthored by @zeitghest~
Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach
Description: The familiar melody of Grandfather’s Clock chimes through the echoing halls of the Pizzaplex…
Charlie wakes up in her Puppet’s vessel yet again with one goal in mind: to stop William Afton’s reign of terror for good. She enlists the help of Glamrock Freddy, the emphatic leader of the newest iteration of the Fazbear Band. But there seems to be more to this bear than meets the eye—and the same goes for the mysteriously familiar kid the duo find tinkering with animatronics down in Parts & Service.
With some help from friends new and old, Charlie’s journey into the bowels of the Pizzaplex will unravel mysteries none of them ever expected.
Rating: T
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Constructed in the 80s
With the purpose to perform
Mechanic animals powered by
Children’s souls reborn
With the revving of an engine
And the grinding of their gears
They can make you fall in love with fear
~Built in the 80s by Griffinilla~
Tuning back into the conversation at the mention of his hollowed-out human body, Michael caught sight of Gregory’s confused face before looking over his shoulder at Lizzie. He let out a small, strained laugh.
“Hey, if you guys can forgive me, I’ll let that go, too.” His mouth twisted into a smirk. “Besides, Lizzie, you scare the crap out of Ennard and that’s a big plus in my book. I’ll explain later, Gregory.”
“Oh, is Ennard here, too…?” Evan questioned, a hit of nerves puncturing his voice. He wasn’t necessarily scared of the weird clown amalgamation, more so just... disturbed. Cassidy would never let it get close enough for Evan to interact with, so he could never be sure of its true intentions.
“They’re outside,” Michael responded, jerking a thumb towards the door they’d come through. As he did so, a flash of brilliant orange stuck out in the corner of his eye. With a little gasp, he moved to Freddy’s side and took the bear’s hand. He waved his other across Freddy’s vision, a little concerned the robot was suffering from information overload because of how still he was. “Oh geez, I’m sorry, big guy… Are you still with us?”
“Yes, I am present and accounted for,” Freddy responded, almost looking like he went through a mini-restart by the way his facial joints suddenly flipped from their lax, watchful pose into his trademark smile. He squeezed Michael’s palm, allowing the man to pull him a few inches closer to the group.
“Lizzie, Evan, this is technically Glamrock Freddy… but just call him Freddy,” Michael informed his siblings, releasing the bear’s hand when they stopped walking. “He’s cool, don’t worry.”
“It is a pleasure to finally meet you,” Freddy said honestly, looking between the lopsided clown and equally lopsided golden bear on the floor.
In his excitement, Evan’s suit had slipped to the side as it was want to do. He’d long-since made peace with the Freddy Fazbear models, and since this one was so different than all the prior versions Evan had a feeling he’d like Glamrock Freddy regardless. Quietly, he piped up: “Your design is rad, Freddy!”
“Thank you,” the animatronic replied with a soft chuckle, running a claw through Gregory’s hair. The gesture was meant to self-soothe more than anything, though he knew Gregory didn’t mind the affection.
Elizabeth stood nearest Evan, gazing at the large Freddy animatronic. She’d noticed him before, though she’d been most concerned with scouting for her brother. Now she could fully appreciate the design choice.
“You? Hanging around with Freddy? Wow, Mike,” Elizabeth remarked mirthfully. Cassidy told them how Freddy was a part of the group. Though from her understanding, it was mostly in mutual benefit for the only surviving kid.
“It's nice to see you both getting along again,” Elizabeth finished almost wistfully, the sound of circus baby's slightly worn voice making her sound somewhat far away. She was happy that her brother hadn't been on his own the entire time—though admittedly a bit jealous that Charlie had let Michael be the first to go into an android body. It annoyed her greatly, but she’d bite her tongue; why let that bother her when she could be happy with her brothers?
Gregory was happy to stick by Freddy, leaning into his dad's leg as he watched the reunited siblings meet again. After scanning Freddy inquisitively, Elizabeth trained her gaze back on the mysterious boy from earlier. She was fixated on something—Gregory could see it in the way her eerie green irises stared directly into his silver ones. When he remembered what Vanessa said, he flicked his vision away self-consciously.
She probably already knows, he thought, biting the inside of his cheek before scooting in closer to Freddy.
Michael caught this interaction and tried to deflect, rubbing the back of his neck with a laugh as he told them: “I kind of unintentionally possessed Fredbear here for a while, so he and I had lots of time to get to know each other.”
He glanced at the bear and Freddy smiled back, the memories of their first encounter now more endearing than anything else. Michael then returned his attention to his original siblings, patting Gregory's shoulder as he did so.
“Anyway—last formal introductions: Lizzie, this is Gregory. Evan, you've clearly met. He's been a big help through all of... this.” He made a vague hand gesture not wanting to speak their current troubles aloud just yet.
“I know you can't tell right now, Gregory, but from what I remember you do like just like me!” Evan piped up, pinprick eyes locked onto the boy again. Instead of shock or fear, his voice held nothing but avid fascination.
“Yeah, we're... not really sure what that's about,” Mike admitted with a laugh, ruffling Gregory's hair until the boy shoved him away. “Charlie's doing something right now, but she's going to be stoked when she finds out you and Lizzie are here! I'm sure she'll get you out of those things the second she sees you—then Evan and Gregory can really freak all of us out with whatever cosmic twin thing you've got going on.”
Evan giggled both at Michael's claim and the thought of finally being out of this rotting bear he'd been trapped in for decades. He'd gotten used to it, sure, but that didn't mean he liked it.
Gregory finally cracked out a giggle at the twin comment, glancing now to the moldy golden suit. Geez, he had a bear for a dad, a brother who’d possessed said bear, and another ursine doppelgänger he hadn’t even known was still around!
It was a good sign Freddy and Evan were both obtaining human suits—from the clues he'd gathered, it was better than him ending up in a Freddy costume next...
“We could get matching sunglasses and no one would be able to tell the difference,” Gregory pointed out, avoiding the self-depreciative side of his joke and instead focusing on the excitement of having a potential twin. Maybe Gregory could convince Freddy to adopt both the vagrant Aftons along with Michael and Charlie… Or maybe he was getting too ahead of himself.
A little gasp escaped the golden Freddy suit, the matted, moldy head shifting up slightly with excitement at Gregory's suggestion. “Ooh, yeah! That'd be so funny! We've gotta get matching outfits too, though.”
Oh boy, they're already plotting, Michael thought amiably, listening to the boys get along like a house on fire.
“—I miss Charlie so, SO much! I hope we can see her soon,” Lizzie said, the faintest smile in her quiet voice.
Michael nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets. “We're not sure how long Charlie's going to be, so you might need to hang tight for a bit; she's trying to get some information to help us deal with you know who.”
“...Hey Mikey—you're a robot too, right?” Evan asked after a moment of silence, pinprick eyes locking onto the eldest Afton. “Uncle Henry said something about making you and Charlie new bodies, but he didn't give us a lot of info... Liz and I guessed they had to be some kinda robots, though.”
Michael nodded again, figuring that Henry probably kept information to a minimum so as to not get their hopes up in the off-chance they wouldn't get to see Charlie again to free them from their supernatural bonds. Why taunt Evan and Lizzie with “human” bodies they might never get to use?
“You bet,” Michael replied, waving his hand in a flourish from his head to his toes. “Charlie and I are bonafide androids now. Pretty cool, huh?”
God, it felt so natural joking around with his siblings like this. Michael had worried they'd never be able to get along again, but despite everyone's physical states, it almost felt like old times... Almost.
Lizzie reached forth, gently grasping Michael’s mechanical arm and poking it experimentally. After looking from the arm back to his face a few times, she raised her mangled eyebrows. “An impressive ruse. You even fooled me!”
She let go of her brother after the praise and glanced down to Gregory, who still seemed somewhat wary of the weaponized clown. “It’s okay. I won’t hurt you.”
Well, unless they were alone; that might be a different story, the compulsion still lingering in Circus Baby’s coding after all this time. However, she had a feeling Glamrock Freddy and Michael wouldn’t leave his side for now. In any case, it was the last thing on Lizzie’s mind as she offered Gregory her more human hand.
Timid, Gregory reached out. He wanted to get along with the Afton siblings—so snubbing Lizzie’s offer would be too rude. His smaller hand slid into her rough metallic grasp, where she would loosely curl her fingers around his palm. It was an odd fit, but a fit nonetheless. When Gregory turned a smile up to her, she gasped quietly.
“Oh he DOES look like you, Evan…”
“I told you!” Evan insisted, a golden paw lifting up for a brief second before flopping back onto the ground in a mildly exasperated gesture. “It’s weird, but also kinda cool—”
His words were cut off by a faint yelp of surprise from the hallway Michael and co. had entered from. This was followed by a slightly nervous laugh and a low voice stating: “Oh! Sorry, Ennard; I didn't notice you there. You’re unusually quiet tonig—is that carpet?!”
The thickening tension in the room released in a swift burst when, as one, Michael and Evan exclaimed: “Uncle Henry!” Their eyes met and they shared a chuckle, before Mike moved to meet Henry at the door.
“Michael!” the bearded man greeted warmly, pulling his nephew into an embrace. It seemed that no one in this big, extended family would ever take hugs for granted again. “I knew I recognized your voice! Cassidy and I heard some commotion, so I volunteered to check it out.” Henry’s smile was almost giddy, the corners of his eyes crinkled in happiness. “I see you found your siblings.”
“I did,” Michael confirmed, releasing his uncle and beckoning him further into the room. “We’ve had a good talk… thanks for watching over them until I got here.”
“I did what I could,” Henry answered, his response both honest and humble. He stopped a few feet away from the group, acknowledging Evan and Lizzie with a wave before his attention was pulled to the animatronic bear and the child clinging to his side.
Henry’s eyes widened in surprise and he adjusted his glasses, taking in Evan’s doppelgänger. This was so startling that at the moment, he failed to notice the other interesting detail about Gregory’s face. Regaining his composure, Henry offered the pair another smile, thrusting out a hand for whoever wanted to approach him first.
“You must be the infamous Glamrock Freddy and Gregory I’ve heard so much about; I’m Henry—Charlie’s dad. It’s good to finally meet you both!”
For Gregory, it was nearly impossible to tell that Henry was a ghost. The sight of a normal looking human had finally put Gregory at full ease. He approach Henry and reached out to shake his hand. The closer he got to the palpable specter, the more he saw Charlie in him.
“Hi, Charlie’s dad! I expected you to look a lot…” Gregory paused to think about his words.
Deader? Like a mechanical bear himself?
“Spookier!” Gregory settled on, sending the man a well-meaning smile.
“Honestly… I kind of did, too!” Henry admitted with a hearty laugh, soon releasing Gregory’s hand.
It was then he caught a flash of distinctive silver in the boy’s eyes, causing him to tense up—but only for a split-second. Having much more tact then Vanessa, Henry chose not to acknowledge this disturbing feature just yet, though he did shoot Michael a look that promised, we’re going to talk about this later.
“I am honored to make your acquaintance, Henry,” Freddy piped up, grasping the man’s still outstretched hand with a beaming smile.
To him, this was akin to meeting a celebrity—the creator of Fazbear Entertainment, the reason for his very existence, was standing right in front of him. It was with reverent admiration that Freddy shook the ghost’s hand, and Henry’s expression seemed to match the bear’s in pure fascination.
“Wow… look at you!” Henry breathed, eyes roaming over the animatronic before looking between Freddy and Gregory with a raised eyebrow. “I’ve been told Freddy here is amazingly sentient, even for the Glamrock line—no offense to your counterparts, Fred.” He gave the bear an amiable pat on the shoulder, causing Freddy’s grin to widen.
“None taken—the realization was a surprise to us all,” Freddy replied with a soft chuckle.
The way Freddy brightened quickly at the sight of old Henry Emily brought a full smile to Gregory’s face. Freddy was so excited to meet the only good person that brought him to life—oddly juxtaposing to witness one of the biggest children's entertainment icons around nearly giddy at the sight of the man who helped create him.
“That's because Freddy's the best one—” Gregory said, suddenly feeling a cold chill running down his back. Gregory recognized that feeling of being watched, and he felt as though he couldn't move. A deep, bone-chilling laugh crept over his ear, catching Gregory by surprise.
“Har... Har... Har!”
When he whipped around, there stood the ghost girl from Charlie's séance. He jumped back, letting out a gasp as Cassidy's less distorted, more childish laugh came into focus.
“I've been waiting for you dorks to show up!” she chuckled, popping Gregory in the arm playfully. He rubbed the spot and rolled his eyes at her attempt to scare him, even if it had been pretty effective.
“Cassidyyyy!” Evan whined, already sounding like he'd been through this many times before. “If you keep scaring him, he's not gonna want to be friends!” When Cassidy simply stuck her tongue out at the rotten bear suit, it raised an arm and fell forward to shove her off-balance as she was just within his reach. “You're so rude!”
Gregory watched as Cassidy came over to Evan, playfully bumping into Ol' Goldie's leg with her hip.
“He knows I'm just messin'!” she said, sticking her tongue out at Evan.
In turn, Gregory shoved his hands into his cargo shorts and flipped her off subtly. If his dad and Henry weren’t standing right there, he wouldn’t have hidden it.
“We've been busy,” Michael said in response to the ghost girl, moving to help Evan sit up straight again. The feel of that molding death-trap of a suit nearly made him recoil at first, but Mike pushed through and managed to get his brother back into an upright position before gently patting his shoulder in response to Evan's quiet thank you. Turning to Cassidy, Michael shoved his hands in his pockets and added: “We don't have your prize right now, but we're working on that. We just came for a quick visit before everything goes down.”
“It's definitely happening tonight?” Henry asked tentatively, a slight frown creasing his brow.
He wasn't nervous, per se—at least, not at the thought of seeing William again. That he was quite looking forward to; he had some things to get off his chest. Henry just hoped this plan he and Cassidy cooked up would finally work... He didn't know if he or any of the other souls could handle another weekend like this one.
“It is,” Freddy confirmed with a resolute nod. “By dayshift, the threat of William will be out of the Pizzaplex for good.”
There was no room for argument with this statement; if the animatronic bear said it would be so, then it would.
Cassidy wrung her hands as she leaned against Evan's suit. A diabolical smile then spread over her braces. “I wanted to torture him for a little, but Henry told me that we'd probably accidentally release him again. So I'm gonna smash him instead!”
Elizabeth had scoffed indignantly, resting her hand over a rusted hip joint. “Why do you get to smash him?" It was a fair point even if pedantic or fussy.
“Who cares?! He'll finally be dead! I wanted the bastard gone forty stupid years ago!” Cassidy spat back, elbowing Evan slightly. “Back me up, Evan!”
“Whoa, whoa—first of all, what do you mean 'smash him?'“ Michael chimed in before Evan had a chance to respond. “And second, if anyone gets to do that, I should get the first turn!”
“Alright, alright!” This was Henry again, now physically stepping in-between the pair glaring daggers at each other. He gave them each a stern look to chill out for a bit. “The smashing aspect doesn't come in until the end, so let's not worry about that now. Besides, I promise we'll all get a turn—hell, I'll even give Freddy a go if he wants.”
Henry jerked a thumb towards the bear, who was staring at the group with a look of confused alarm. Notably, he now had both paws on Gregory's shoulders just in case they needed to step back from the vengeful ghosts for a moment if they got too riled up with a few decades-odd years of rage.
“I will reserve my decision to, ah... 'smash him' until I see the end result of this plan, if that is alright,” Freddy responded slowly, and Henry's face relaxed into a sympathetic smile.
“Sorry, we're probably just freaking you out, huh?” he asked, looking to the bear. “You're from my legacy of animatronics, so I'm sure you're not programmed to hurt a fly.”
“Oh, I think Freddy might surprise you,” Michael murmured, thinking back to all the times the bear had proven himself quite capable of holding his own and causing some major damage—intentional or not. “Trust me, he'll help us kick Father's ass without question.”
“He wrestled an alligator and won!” Gregory proclaimed with nothing but admiration in his voice. In retrospect, now that the danger was far away he could look back and see how freaking cool his dad is. He could even remember the time his father pushed Monty off him time to avoid the break in the catwalk without wincing now.
“The original plan was to break the whole animatronic cage Father locked himself in,” Elizabeth said, starting the rolling ball of explaining the plan. “But we have to extract him into a new vessel, or risk him still infecting Bonnie's parts.”
“Right—and as much as I've grown to tolerate you guys, I'm so tired of William dragging us back here with him,” Cassidy said with a perturbed glower, picking up the ends of a pigtail and twirling it around her finger. “We need Charlie's help to move your crappy dad into an arcade game. Then we crush it... You know, after you guys unpack your rage at him.”
She gestured towards Gregory. “I know you've only been here what, like, three days? But I'm sure you wanna rage a little, right?” Cassidy's anger might be a bad influence on Gregory, because he was just a little hyped up.
“—I was hoping to set him on fire, if that's possible,” he said in a completely serious manner. William’s demise was possibly the one topic he and Cassidy could come together over.
“Nope—tried that twice, didn’t work either time,” Michael said with a quick shake of his head. “Honestly, this arcade transfer thing sounds like it just might work…”
“I appreciate the rousing vote of confidence, Mike,” Henry laughed, patting the android’s shoulder roughly. Michael grimaced, not meaning to discount the plan by any means, but Henry continued before he could get a word out. “It’s fine—I completely understand your hesitancy. William’s a stubborn bastard, I’ll give him that much…”
Henry’s eyes grew unfocused, recalling his last failed attempt to keep the child murderer down. He couldn’t risk that happening ever again.
“…If it is any consolation, from what I understand of William, I also think this is a good plan,” Freddy piped up softly, unsure if he was fully welcome in this discussion yet. When all eyes turned to him the bear pressed on, his smile growing more confident the longer he spoke. “For our part, Michael and I are going to lead him down here by pretending that we are after Gregory—or, I should say ‘Evan.’ William is convinced that Gregory is his youngest reincarnated.”
There was a beat of silence, before the real Evan piped up in a tiny, shaky voice: “Dad… Dad can’t even t-tell that’s not me?!”
Of course the youngest Afton was disgusted by his father’s actions and could never condone or forgive him for all the torment he caused. But out of all William’s kids, Evan harbored the least pure, unadulterated hatred towards him. However, for William to be so deluded he couldn’t even tell his real son from a doppelgänger?
Now that made Evan mad.
The golden Freddy suit trembled slightly, though it was impossible to tell whether this was from the ghost trying hold back his tears, his anger, or both.
“H-Hey, don't take it so hard,” Gregory attempted to console. He touched Evan's grimy leg in a gentle pat. “He's old and crazy... Probably senile. You know?”
Lizzie completely understood Evan's anger. Being forgotten about and misremembered by your own father couldn't be pleasant to go through. She recalled a day after Evan died, when William called her three different names before snapping his fingers in frustrated surrender. Lizzie had to remind him on who she was. So reaching over, Elizabeth sighed and rubbed at Evan's shoulder with the blunt portion of her claw.
“He's a jerk, Evan,” Cassidy reminded him, being the first to hug his leg—the fact that so many of those around him actually comforting him hopefully helped, she thought. Cassidy remembered how Evan used to be ignored plenty of times when he was upset. Perhaps the influx of emotional support would do him some good.
“He's a shithead,” Michael clarified, placing a hand on top of the golden bear's head in consolation. He was seeing red now, wanting nothing more than to punch his father right in his stupid rabbit face. However, he resisted the urge for his siblings' sake. “And we're going to take him down for good—don't you worry.”
There was a little sniffle from inside the suit. “Y-Yeah... yeah, he's going down.” The pinprick eyes flicked to Cassidy. “I definitely want a turn when you smash the game, okay?”
Cassidy had no fear of the various moldy or bare spots on the Freddy suit. She rubbed her cheek into its fabric affectionately in an attempt to cheer up her old friend.
“Evan, I'd be so proud if you hit him first,” she admitted. Evan had spent so long being sad that his dad went crazy from the deaths of his family. It took decades of reminding him that his father was, as Michael put it, a shitty dad for Evan to finally start believing it. William embodied the saying, 'The road to hell is paved with good intentions.'
While the kids were consoling Evan, Henry had taken their distraction to study Gregory from afar. Those piercing, silver eyes and pale complexion were unmistakable: somehow, the boy had been given Remnant. So young, his body was already forever changed, cursed with immortality that Henry was certain the boy didn't understand. The fact that William thought Gregory was Evan added the missing context of why it'd happened.
Just like Henry wanted to preserve his daughter after her death, so too did William want to preserve his own children. However, Henry had taken the route of creating lifelike androids while his old friend chose a much darker path involving sacrificing innocent lives for others—and for that, Henry would never forgive him.
Henry clenched his fists and looked to the floor, for a moment seeing Gregory as yet another failure lost to William's madness. If only he'd stopped the crazed man earlier, maybe Gregory would still be a normal boy...
It wasn't long before Gregory caught the stare of Henry Emily. The glower aimed at the state of his appearance was clear: he recognized what happened to him. Gregory realized maybe his appearance was far graver than he previously thought. He was probably going to find contacts after they leave this stupid place.
Oh crud, Henry thought when Gregory finally caught his gaze. The last thing he wanted was to upset the traumatized kid who'd undoubtedly been through things Henry couldn't even dream of.
“Hey, Michael,” Henry murmured, subtly gesturing for the man to join him as he walked a little farther from the group. Michael did as instructed, leaning in so they wouldn't be overheard when they were a sufficient distance away. Henry bit his lip before speaking again. “Okay, no judgement on whatever happened, but I just need you to tell me... was Gregory injected with Remnant?”
Michael winced, the blatant fact a stab of regret right through his heart. He nodded, eyes cast to the floor as he explained: “He was literally alone for five minutes—William rigged an old Fredbear plush with needle that sprung when it was squeezed, and Gregory picked it up.”
“Fucking bastard,” Henry hissed, and Michael's eyebrows shot up at hearing such pure, unadulterated rage from his uncle. Ignoring this reaction, Henry gripped Michael's arm with a heavy sigh. “Alright, well, just... keep watch on him, okay? I'm sure you know by now what that stuff can do.”
“Already on it,” Michael responded, now looking over to Gregory. As his eyes fell on the fatherly bear next to him, Mike gasped as an idea struck. “Hey, Uncle Henry, can we take Freddy's body up with us? Just so we don't have to worry about it later?”
“Of course—actually, you should do that soon.” Henry lifted his wrist to check his nonexistent watch, giving a strained chuckle at the instinctive gesture. “We want to make sure we get this whole thing done before daybreak.”
“Agreed—be right back.” Michael flashed Henry a grin, then hurried over to the group again. “Alright guys, as much as I hate to cut this reunion short, we should really be getting back to check on Charlie and drag you know who back down here.” He paused, turning his eager expression on Gregory and Freddy. “We've got a detour to make first, though.”
“Where are we… OH!” Gregory remembered the present promised to his father. Gregory’s hands were quick to grasp Freddy’s arm in an attempt to tug him forward. Much to everyone’s surprise, the kid actually managed to shift Freddy’s weight a slight degree.
“Come on, Dad!” he exclaimed before waving to the Afton siblings and Cassidy. “It was nice meeting you! Let’s hang out after we beat up that rabbit!”
Cassidy shot Gregory a wry smirk and Elizabeth pressed her hand over her chest. She was touched by his words, no matter how minuscule. The Afton daughter never thought she’d make a new friend after all these years alone and looking the way she did.
“Take care, you guys!” As Michael walked past, Lizzie grasped him by the back of the shirt to pull him in for one more hug. “You especially, little brother.”
“Har har—laugh it up while you can, sis,” Michael said with a roll of his eyes, turning to slip his arms around the large animatronic’s waist without question. “Charlie will get you out of there in no time. You too, Evan.”
The promise was firm and honest as Michael moved from one sibling to the next, crouching down to hug the golden Freddy suit around the neck. It only took a second for an oversized paw to raise up and pat him on the back.
“Okay, Mikey; see you soon!” Evan said, much more cheerful that he’d sounded earlier. When Michael stood again and made his way over to those by the door, Evan raised his paw in a wave. “Bye!”
The group waved in return, then headed out in the door they’d come in with Henry in the lead. As they walked he looked around curiously, squinting in the shadows.
“It’s not too far from here—just some pathways that are easy to get lost in. I swear Ennard was around though—ah!” Henry gripped at his heart, jumping slightly when the hulking figure suddenly shifted towards them at the mention of their name.
Henry had long-since come to terms with Ennard’s presence and its weird quirks of obsessing over Michael while simultaneously being unnerved by Elizabeth. Honestly, Henry was probably the one who actively tried to speak to Ennard the most out of everyone in the basement… although it wasn’t necessarily often he tried to converse.
Glancing side-long at Michael to see him tensed and glaring at the mass of wires, Henry asked tentatively: “I’ve got to know… what’s with the carpet?”
“I told them to be quiet if they insisted on following me around,” Michael muttered after a weary sigh.
Ennard raised a lurching appendage to give a jaunty wave to the group. They were happy to see them again, all while Gregory sought to help Michael explain. “Ennard tore of a bunch of the carpets to make a stealth skin…”
With a deep and distorted breath, Ennard pneumatically hissed out: “IT WAS THE PERFECT CRIME…”
Besides, it seemed that since then they and Michael were becoming fast friends!
Or that’s how Ennard saw it, anyway.
Together through the narrow passageways and maintenance rooms they would return back to Henry’s personal workshop. Those special storage cabinets sat closed, preserving the sanctity of Elizabeth, Evan, and Charlie’s extra android forms. One cabinet with an unfamiliar face was soon opened for Henry’s guests to view. The made-up man with soft, neutral features and shut eyes leaned sleepily behind the glass, patiently in wait of a personality to pilot him.
Gregory let go of Freddy’s hand. When they were powered down, the androids had an uncanny feel to them—lifeless and still like a corpse.
“Is that...?” Gregory begun to ask, but was unsure on how to phrase the question.
Freddy’s gift? Freddy’s new body? Was this Gregory’s new father?
“I didn’t have a base model for this one so… I hope it’s to your liking,” Henry said, wringing his hands together nervously. Michael lingered next to him in the doorway, giving Freddy and Gregory an opportunity to examine the android on their own. There was every possibility for the pair not to like the body Henry had so painstakingly created, and Mike could feel his uncle’s anxiety spiking in tandem with his.
“It is… That is to say, I…” Freddy seemed to be at a loss for words as he gazed upon the sleeping face that was to be his own.
The concept that he would actually have to leave the body he’d known since being powered on in favor of one completely unfamiliar was something that’d crossed his mind earlier, but it hadn’t quite hit him until this moment. He reached out and ever-so-gently cupped the android’s cheek, amazed at how human it felt—just like Charlie and Michael, anyone looking upon Freddy in this form would have no idea his insides were metal and wires.
“This is astounding, Henry,” Freddy eventually managed to say, moving his hand to twirl one of the striking orange locks of hair between his fingers. It would certainly be a huge adjustment, the full ramifications of which Freddy didn’t have time to dwell on right now, but he knew he’d be happy in this body when the time came.
However, in the bear’s mind his opinion on the matter came second. Glancing down at his son with a questioning expression, Freddy placed a paw on Gregory’s shoulder. “What do you think, superstar? Does it suit me?”
Gregory realized that Freddy may not even want to change. If he didn’t, Gregory would find a way to stay at his side regardless; the two of them worked out worse problems before.
But when he witnessed the sheer astonishment cross Freddy’s face, Gregory reached forward and held onto the false human’s hand. He lifted it gently and watched it flop back to its side when he let go. It felt real. If he squinted, he could even say that people might assume they were potentially related—though this might be wishful thinking on his part.
After a short moment of inspecting it, Gregory let out an encouraging laugh. “We could put a top hat on him. I don’t think I could tell the difference then!” He turned back to Freddy, wide-eyed and eager. “I think what matters most is if you like it or not.”
Gregory didn’t want to influence him too much. Even if the creation of Mr. Emily was everything he wanted in a dad. Strong and kind in appearance—though Freddy’s personality alone was all of that and more.
Ennard, standing silently behind the group, quietly clinked their hands together. They would likely never express this out loud, but the amalgamation would be happy to take this android for a disguise should Freddy reject it.
“I think it is perfect,” Freddy answered truthfully, giving his son a bright smile that he soon turned on the others by the door. “Thank you, Henry. I do not think I can ever fully express my gratitude for this…”
“Don’t say another word, Fredbear,” Henry said with a chuckle, his whole body visibly relaxing. He liked to think he wouldn’t have taken it personally if they didn’t approve, but he probably would’ve. However there was clearly no need to worry, and he walked over to Gregory and Freddy with a pep in his step.
Upon reaching them, Henry carefully tilted the powered-down android’s head forward just enough for them to see the back of its neck. There was a thin, barely-visible line at the base of its skull that looked like nothing more than a faded scar. Henry pointed to this, telling the group:
“The control panel is here; just peel back the skin to get to it.” He winced apologetically, realizing how gross that sounded. “The data cable is in the back of the thigh so you can plug Freddy in when you’re ready. It should just be a simple data transfer, which I know Michael’s done dozens of times.”
“Gregory and I will get you all sorted out,” Mike reassured, amiably patting Freddy on the back.
“Yeah! Mike already taught me so much about you guys,” Gregory assured Freddy in a giddy voice. He was excited for his dad, and couldn't wait to see how he'd react to his latest upgrade. After pressing a hidden compartment on the android’s leg, the exterior panel popped open to reveal a wound up and thin cord. He took stock of this before closing the hatch. At least this one came with his own data transfer link. Older models like the Puppet would have to find a separate one.
“You're in good hands, Dad,” Gregory assured. He looked up to Michael, eyes and smile wide. Everyone at the foster home would be appalled by their own jealousy, Gregory thought. They wouldn't even be able to stomach the fact that his dad was a cool rock star robot, potentially exploding their minds.
“ANYONE... CAN B-BE-BE BECOME AN ANDRIOD..?” Ennard cautiously asked Henry, their carpeted arm brushing against the shorter man as they came to stand beside him.
Henry glanced side-long at Ennard with a slight crease in his brow. He then looked to Michael, who’s android had been made based on the last time Henry saw him “alive”, which wasn’t long before he’d gotten scooped—meaning this was essentially the body Ennard had piloted around for a week. Henry couldn’t stop a shiver as he tried hard not to think about how the fuck this hulking mass next to him fit inside an average, early-20s human even with all its organs removed...
Trust William to make a creature with such a horrible purpose as capturing children to extract their Remnant, yet all it really wanted to do was be free. Watching Ennard now as they stared at Michael and his friends with a palpable sense of longing, Henry just felt… sad.
“Anyone,” Henry replied, offering Ennard a tiny smile. It seemed like he already had his next project decided on, though he’d keep this one under wraps. Henry had a feeling his eldest nephew would not appreciate it, no matter how good the intentions were.
“Henry said we can take Freddy’s new body upstairs and stash it in his charging pod in the back room,” Michael was explaining to the pair next to him. He raised an eyebrow at the bear, gesturing to his “sleeping” android. “Mind carrying it?”
“Not at all,” Freddy replied, and Michael helped him get the body situated. Freddy ended up carrying it piggy-back style, the arms draped loosely over his chest as the head rested on a shoulder pad. The legs were gripped tightly in Freddy’s paws to ensure the precious robot wouldn’t fall during transport. “Alright, I am ready. Gregory, please stay by Michael’s side as we travel.”
It was true: Ennard was lonely. Despite having three different personalities to intermingle inside one body, after a while even that gets lonely as well. They couldn't entertain children—not after what they’d seen Circus Baby do to Elizabeth. With no purpose and no friends, Ennard was alone...
Then Michael showed up!
He said he wanted to help them. Mike fixed their sparking wires. He cleaned their dusty casings and tried hard to refrain from shocking them.
He did help them. Coming back each day with his promise nearly fulfilled…
And they even kept their promise to him: he didn't die.
Eventually, his hospitality wasn't enough, and Ennard could tell Mike's neighbors knew something was terribly, horribly wrong. So, it was best if people forgot about Circus Baby's Rentals, prompting Ennard to slip into the shadows for years.
When Henry admitted anyone could have an android, Ennard clasped their hands together, looking at Mike, Gregory, Freddy and his new body with a sparkle in their mechanical eyes.
“Hey Ennard!” waved Gregory, garnering the robot's full attention before grasping Mike’s hand for safety. “Can you lead the way for us?”
“ENNARD CAN HELP...” they replied slowly, meticulously attempting to make themselves sound softer and heartfelt. They wanted to help so badly.
“We appreciate your assistance,” Freddy was sure to tell the amalgamation, offering them a smile as he adjusted the limp body on his back.
Michael shot Ennard a warning glare, though this could've meant anything from “If you mess this up I will personally decommission you” to simply “I hate your mechanical guts.” He then turned to Henry, his face softening into an appreciative smile.
“Thanks so much for everything, Uncle Henry.”
“Please—it's really the least I can do,” the bearded man replied, adjusting his glasses in mild embarrassment—he'd received more thank you's and praise over the past three days than he'd heard in years. He pulled Michael into a brief side hug, then released him and crouched to Gregory's level, arms resting casually on his knees. He smiled at the boy, though it didn't quite reach high enough to crinkle the corners of his eyes. “You be as safe as you can, alright, Gregory? Don't take after Michael here and do reckless things just for the hell of it.”
Mike rolled his eyes in fond annoyance, though he couldn't argue with his uncle's words. He admittedly wasn't the best influence, especially when it came to taking risks.
Gregory hadn't had the heart to explain that one moment of having his guard down had already cost him his humanity. While he wasn't entirely sure what the Remnant would do to his body in the long run, Gregory would try to live cautiously—even if he could potentially heal himself faster. Gregory met Henry’s eyes with a stare before giving him a tight-lipped nod.
“I'll be extra careful for us both, Mr. Emily,” Gregory said, his tight smile relaxing into something more genuine the more he spoke. “Thank you for giving my dad your robot!”
Moving for the exit, Ennard looked into the hall for any rogue robots. The strange patterns on their body was sure to distract as much as confuse. This hardly mattered anyway, as it worked to scare off anything willing to hurt the found family that had been working to destroy their evil master.
Despite their cautious pace, the group arrived back in Freddy's room in record time. Thankfully, they hadn't encountered any wayward bots along the way, and the only issue they'd had was trying to squeeze everyone in the elevators despite Michael's insistence that Ennard really didn't need to join them. Still, they made it out alright even if Freddy nearly got smacked in the face by Michael's flailing hand when Ennard tried to “hug” him around the waist again.
Before long they were in the storage area behind Freddy's room. The bear reverently set his new android in the charging pod, making sure it was secure from falling over before closing the door. With only a porthole's width of view, the body looked like it was in some sort of sci-fi cryo-sleep, waiting to be woken up as soon as the danger had passed. Really the group supposed that wasn't too far off from their current situation.
“We should check in with Charlie,” Michael stated as the group moved back into Freddy's room. He flopped down on the couch, laying across it and taking up as much space as possible as he unclipped the walkie-talkie from his belt.
While Michael fiddled with the device, Freddy turned to Ennard who was lingering in the corner underneath the vent. He tilted his head questioningly, asking the robot in a tone that implied no ill-will: “Are you staying in here with us, Ennard?”
“Ugh, Freddy!” Michael groaned, pausing with his hand over the button to call Charlie as he shot the bear an exasperated look. “Give me a break...”
“GLADLY,” Ennard replied with as much enthusiasm as three uncoordinated hosts in one body could muster. “WE COULD WATCH THE VENTS... MAKE SURE NOTHING IS TRYING TO GET IN...”
Ennard mentioned the very real danger that things could be lurking in the shadows tonight for them. The stakes were higher than ever, and there plan would be just to sit and wait outside Freddy's own air duct until it was time to head back downstairs. Nothing would get past them!
“Actually—that's a good idea, Ennard,” Gregory praised, noting Michael’s utter annoyance with the obsessive clown. “We'll be right here. I'll call for you when we're going to start the plan!”
Ennard nodded, feeling dizzy with the positive attention they were receiving now from the group. “GOODIE.”
They were on the verge of shouting, their voice somewhat grating like nails on chalk before thick tendrils lifted the heavy body inside the ventilation shaft.
“Thanks, kid; that should keep them busy for a while,” Michael muttered once Ennard was out of sight, turning his head to flash Gregory a sideways grin. Laying on his back on the couch, he held the walkie-talkie close to his mouth and clicked the microphone on. Harsh static instantly emitted from the tiny device until Michael's voice cut through. “Hey, Charlie? Come in—just checking on you guys.”
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Grubba Gang Sentence Starters
aka shit my discord squad has said.
Periodically updated.
Mostly crack + NSFT.
“STOP BEING HORNY!”
“I’M NOT BEING HORNY STOP GASLIGHTING ME!”
“Santa isn’t real and Jesus never happened.”
“CLEAR YOUR SCHEDULE BABY WE’RE GOING TO YANDERE DIVORCE COURT.”
“I’ll be having evil intercourse.”
“I prostate myself jingling miserably on the floor for nothing.”
“God I would stab a man for a dorito.”
“How many people have you put in Jigsaw traps? I’m not a cop by the way.”
“Wish my mans would call me Slupert Doobert.”
“THANKS! I’M GOING TO SMITE YOU FOR YOUR HUBRIS NOW!”
“Shut the fuck up none of you can truly understand barbie horse adventures mystery ride.”
“Bold of you to presume we talk about anything except getting nut in here.”
“ALL I WANTED WAS TO GET RAWED ON THE FIRST DATE AND YOU SAID NO LIKE SOME FUCKING GENTLEMAN-”
“My vore gets me bitches.”
“ [Name] we’re gonna watch the barbie movies and im gonna sell my nudes.”
“I don’t know about you but Santa Claus could SMASH.”
“Just kidding. I want to pull you apart like a twizzler.”
“Sometimes I crave that real flesh.”
“One minute you’re talking about nutting the next you’re talking about when you were 6 year olds and first learned the feeling of betrayal.”
“Gnomes WILL be held accountable for their crimes.”
“ Tsk. No cloaca. No meaning.”
“Are you gonna eat your girls pussy like some sort of democrat, or vore her like a man?”
“ I am the clown that entertains this nuclear wasteland of comedy.”
“Are you thinking about the gnome party?”
“[NAME] if there’s ONE thing i know about you it’s that you don’t wear pants unless absolutely necessary.”
“Damn. It was never as easy as blues clues made it seem!”
“I’m going to fucking cain and abel you.”
“IM REQUIRED BY LAW TO SUCK HIS DICK NOW-”
“Your ass is grass and I’m an ape.”
“Hey anyone wanna fuck.”
“Not to flex on you but im something of a manlet.”
“I’m on a sexual clown journey.”
“Post the image, you stupid fruit.”
“God I gotta say I do love being me sometimes? Because I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me.”
“It’ll be fine. Ain’t you ever seen Hamilton?”
“Can we stop talking about my asshole?”
“It has been 2 days since our last slur.” / “it’s been 0 days since our last slur.”
“I’m ‘bout to be real with you, chief, I’m bout to bust them fucking kneecaps.”
“Will my life ever know peace?”
“Let’s just say if I had to see [NAME] in a police line up, well, I hope they can’t see through the mirror.”
“Let’s just say if I had to see Mr. Blobby in a police line up, well, I hope they can’t see through the mirror.”
“What the absolute FUCK have I walked into.”
“[NAME] comes within five feet of my pussy and I have to beat them away with a pool noodle.”
“I want cock. Now.”
“Shut the fuck up [NAME] there’s girls here!”
“IS [NAME] IN HEAT?”
“WE’VE BEEN ARGUING OVER [NAME]’S FEET FOR THREE DAYS.”
“Yes, love of my life? My Pizza Hut pan pizza? My 2 for 4 deal?“
“I’m probably gonna get hate for this, but, [NAME] is an absolute snacc.”
“You’re right. You are going to get hate.”
“For the love of God shut the fuck up.”
“In the past 24 hours you have said several horrible things to me.”
“I also want to see fat demon cock.”
“Gra ta ta swag bitch.”
“I’M HERE TO GET SEXUAL.”
“Please don’t call [NAME] sexy ever again.”
“Shut up, fruit.”
“GOD IS MY BITCH AND HE SUCKED MY DICK BEHIND A 7/11.”
“[NAME] I love you but what are you doing man?”
“Eat or I’ll send Steve Harvey after you.”
“I wanna be rammed so hard my anal cavity prolapses.”
“[NAME] if it was life or death would you yank the dildo outta my ass?”
“What’s the lore behind a dildo being in your ass and someone will die of circumstances because of it?”
“ NO!! THE POPE CANT BE HORNY!!”
“Don’t get me wrong, Lola bunny could take a jack hammer to my nuts and I’d thank her, but she also is the best basketball player ever.”
“[NAME]’s exquisite boobs will not protect him from feral [NAME] and that is a promise!”
“whats a little cum inflation among friends”
“On fridays we gaslight our white boys for enrichment.”
“Ain’t that the shit the lucky charms dude says? If you wanna find the fruit you gotta suck-o me nut? …or maybe thats fruit loops.“
"He’s shown feet, the next logical step is ass"
“[NAME] I got money on you crying right now. Not to freak you out, but -”
“I have RED VELVET in my BIG ASS TITTIES”
"Give this child a prison uniform I’m tired of him."
"Theres only so much i can do to stop white people"
“I DON’T CARE ABOUT SQUIRTING [NAME]”
"I LOVE ARGUING WITH MEN OVER THE INTERNET. MY PORES ARE CLEAR."
“I died in a tragic lip gloss accident and only by the grace of god do i live on.”
“You will never match his swag.”
“Hannibal is always based?”
“You know who else eats people? Christians. Grow up.”
“He’s gender-nonconforming as fuck with those eyelashses"
“I just fucked yo’ bitch in my Gucci clown drip.”
“She is to marry what we in the business call a little fucking freak.”
“TRY GETTING A JOB AT SCOOPS AHOY NOW YOU LITTLE FUCKING BASTARD!”
“The goal of art is to piss off as many people as possible.”
“I don’t know why I do the things I do, [NAME].”
"YOU HAVE THE GALL. TO COMPARE BEETHOVEN TO THE FUCKING BEATLES?!?"
“ I got heckled to sing Rainbow Connection."
“Do I make you horny, baby?”
“ WOW I GET IT! YOU’RE A WHORE I SEE NOW!”
“Wow, he looks like shit. I could suck him silly.”
“I could suck him silly.”
“Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry.”
"I could change jfk… WAIT AM I MARILYN MONROE?"
“Im so used to jumping in front of the gun that i didn’t realize the gun wasn’t loaded.”
“ this guy is like PG13 Hannibal. “
“you met me at a very frank floppa time in my life.”
"To put it simply you are the cave full of bluntsmoken and the world is your little german boy OoOO"
"I WANT YOUR GODDAMN SLOPPY JUST GIVE ME A MINUTE” -
“oh do not call him that ill cum on the spot”
“FUCK OFF. YOU’RE SICK.”
“NO ONE EMBARASS ME IN FRONT OF THE DOG!!”
“I don’t know why I do the things I do, [NAME].”
“well that was nice im gonna go walk some more until i die now"
"Love will always triumph."
”[NAME] BECAME ALLOSEXUAL FOR VENOM, WHY CAN’T YOU?“
”[NAME] BECAME ALLOSEXUAL FOR [NAME], WHY CAN’T YOU?“
"the fist of ‘87 thats what they call me.”
“the WORST SEX youve ever seen”
“My god i would shampoo his ball hair with my saliva …”
“ALL I HAD WAS LACTATION!"
“I’m Catholic so of course I rejected help, but and however…“
"i am a feminist and a woman-lover but first and foremost i am a hater"
"i love women but some of these bitches are boring-"
“I FAILED AT BECOMING RACIST.”
"YOURE NOT VAN GOGH BITCH!!!!"
“ i need cocaine ................. “
"........What Are We DOING?"
"If you were a pickle I'd eat you but i'd still love you”
“YOUR MENTAL ILLNESS MAKES YOU OBSESS OVER BOYS WELL MY MENTAL ILLNESS MAKES ME OBSESS OVER YOUR MENTAL ILLNESS.”
“bigfoot is sexy, [NAME]”
“you know what?? friendship IS magic.”
"i would suck off any of my friends"
“when gods choir sings, will bigfoot not be among them?”
“Call [NAME] a wedding cake the way im paying women to sit on him.”
“I WAS CHURNING THY BUTTER.”
“Hon hon baguette go to hell.”
“Avert thine lustful eyes away from my daughter, fiend.”
"AS A SOCIETY we should be making sure that women do not do be dying!!!"
“How many innuendos can we make in 3 minutes?”
“Yeah, no, I’m not in the habit of dropping slurs casually. I do it competitively.”
“She’s cute! Can’t wait to watch her get spitroasted.”
“We serve cunt here, sir.”
“Bitch I don’t like milk. Its White. Its NASTY—”
“I’m not going to suck him silly. This is serious to me.”
"if [NAME] looked like a drowned rat they wouldnt get nearly as much love.”
“Yes girl we explore Jesus.”
“i work in the tuberculosis ward, and I do occasionally peak into the polio ward but I won't go into the small pox ward ykwim”
“i hate penis when it’s normal you know what i mean”
“WHO THE FUCK HATED ON MY AUTISTIC SHAWTY”
“You’re afraid of unsalted nut but allow white penis into your body”
“I’m doing research on the clitoris”
"He has the gentle eyes of a baby cow and the face of bacon and he's my BEST FRIEND. "
#roleplay memes#inbox memes#sentence starters#rp prompts#inbox prompts#decided 2 take this off one of my rp blogs n put it here 2 be more easily accessible and not#clog my blog's notifs w this every time#POAKSDJF#candyredtext
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hi. if you would like. infodump. about literally anything. games, books, hc's, etc. ramble to your hearts content. if you don't want to, have these funky guys as an offering of peace
I read the worry worm and it made me so happy. Kind of having an anxiety moment(tm) so sorry if this is wild
Time to info dump on my blog about IT. I love everything about IT but IT. I think the concept of a monster that attacks people using their imagination and can therefore also only be defeated by imagination is ingenious. The idea that it feeds off of hate because hate creates fear and the way someone could use this to explore the fear minorities faced during certain time periods and how we should be working together to make everyone feel safer otherwise we are the real monsters? Peak horror
The idea that Pennywise is more of an allegory for the monsters that is bigotry and hate????? Using the outcasts as one of the ones to defeat the monster???? yes please!!
Sadly, Stephen fucking King wrote the book and no movie adaption has been able to do the concept justice. Stephen King is my enemy must I explain why his delivery is terrible??? The movies only feed on this more by not explaining the monster and not delving into the themes. Also, ironically, the bigotry of everyone gets in the way of fully exploring the story and it's themes.
Not to mention a million things that could have been cut. Using Native American culture as a plot device???? No thanks ! The kids winning by... bullying... the monster????? Delete from my mind.
The scary moments are also awfullllll. Mostly discussing 2017/2019 because I am more familiar with them. Eddie's nightmare????? Delete delete delete. I need something new. Fresh. Not this weird zombie rip off?????? What???? Also, if we are going with the being gay in the 80s angle along with also having a fear of being sick, there are so many ways we could go !! Oh, and Richie ! I love him but he also needed a better fear. They actually went with the clown thing which is hilarious. The fear of death could have been a good way to go too but they barely delve into that. Oh, also, I think in the movies they should have explored more of his fear of losing his sight. That could be good. And all these fears can be tied into the marginalization of the characters in a way to tie by to the themes
Also Mike, Mike my main man is the only one with a scary fear scene. Only complaint is there wasn't more of them !! Also they took Mikes thing away from him and gave it to Ben only to give it back to him in chapter 2????? Weird but go off I guess. I think the movie could also delve more into his trauma and more so to tie back to the.... ✨theme✨
Ben does not have a scary scene until chapter 2. This is also a good scary scene. 10/10. Just I needed more ! Also, Ben should not become... "super hot" Ben deserving of love if he is conventually attractive or not
Bill... Work yourself out Bill. Love Bill. Don't know what's wrong with him but love him. Play more into his guilt. Stop showing the fucking clown. Oooo, a good idea could be that maybe Bill hears Georgie's voice sometimes. The idea that Georgie is still out there and he is doing nothing constantly haunts him as he feels as if he continues to fail his brother.
Bev... Bev my beloved. She's perfect. The movie did the best with her trauma (best for the movie that is) by adding the hair cutting. Still don't know why Stephen Kings only plot for women is periods. He should get that checked out or smth idk. I would just explore more her pain of getting bullied. It can't be easy on her to have the constant weight of society's views of her.
Also, cut the weird copaganda shit out of the movie. No, I will not sympathize with Henry but I also don't think the movie should want me to cheer on cops beating the shit out of him??? Jesus.
I could go on my I shall not. End of story, someone hire me to direct IT pls pls pls. I swear I will let the gays kiss. I swear it
#ask#moots#quinnick answers#IT#IT chapter 2#it stephen king#I talk a lot in the Richie and Eddie section but that is because I understand their storyline the most#and can speak on it
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thoughts on the spn win finale™️
there are things I loved and things I hated and my overall feeling is just… confused on how I feel so I think I just need to get everything out and hope I’m not alone
first let me start off with if y’all listen to @endofthebookpod you know I’m the first to clown away when it comes to destiel in this show however I was not expecting to see cas in this finale and I’m glad we didn’t because I do want that reunion to be a big and not rushed thing etc etc
that being said, if I’m looking at spnwin as a stand-alone show, that finale was fan-fucking-tastic. the music, the way it tied dean into the story, the acting from the cast — everything was chefs kiss 5 stars, but
this isn’t a stand-alone show
and looking at the show as part of the spnu, I’m feeling kinda… empty. at least, until there’s a promise of more. I don’t like speculating about the unanswered questions, because why am I doing that if I’ve not been promised some sort of explanation in the future? trust me, if there’s a S2 or different continuation announced tomorrow I’ll be the first to hop in the clown car, but until then, I need to process the fact that if this is all we get (which I don’t think it will be, and I hope to god it isn’t, but if it is) then I’m just… not at all satisfied
and at the root of that — it’s not about no canon destiel — it’s about dean being actually dead. it’s about the fact that that god awful shit show of a finale wasnt invalidated, and yeah, I’m mad about it. because Dean deserves to be happy. he deserves to be happy more than anyone and he deserves to be happy and alive and while I of course think his happiness is with cas, I would much prefer if they were happy together on earth rather than after death, for no other reason than dean deserves to live. the message that his happiness can only be found after death is just… not it. if there’s one thing I want more than canon destiel it’s alive dean. which is why I probably feel kinda empty right now. 15x20 still happened and dean still went out that way and I hate hate hate that so so much
do I think jackles is stopping here? no. but i also don’t think the Winchesters is going to be the show that gives us everything we want. I’m holding out hope for a season 2, because I have fallen in love with this cast and these characters, but I don’t think we’ll be seeing dean again on the show if I’m being honest. do I think canon destiel is still the end goal here? yes. and you can pry my clown nose and tin hat out of my cold dead hands. but I think jackles knows that when it does happen, it needs to be big, it needs to be explored, it needs to be its own thing, and please for the love of god dean needs to be alive
so overall I guess I’m,,, really fucking upset that dean is actually dead but holding out hope for that to be fixed someway, somehow while also feeling very soft for this show as it’s own thing, the characters, the story line, the absolute rays of sunshine it has brought into my life over the past 7ish months. just lots of conflicting emotions I need a good nights sleep to process before I can get back to driving the clown car again.
here’s to never having peace and never being done!!
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What really gets me is the Kanthony fans, some of them brown girls (!!!!), policing people’s reactions to Simone missing, accusing us of “living in misery” and to stop being negative. All day yesterday they were going on and on about dilf Tony. Disgusting how Kate/Simone isn’t even an afterthought for them. She’s just an extension of him just like the show will treat her
Answering all these together because pretty sure the first three are by the same anon and the last one is in a similar vein.
Related to this post and the fallout of leaving Simone out of the S3 filming announcement video (where the fuck was S2's video fuckers???)
Okay so I am revoking all these desi people's brown cards. Like I know we're not a monolith and you're allowed to want to be happy your fave show is coming back and not have criticism on your dash but guess what? Use the block button. Don't fucking invalidate everyone else's feelings about how racist production has been to it's main Indian lead who has been constantly sidelined since DAY 1. And don't use your brown card as if you speak for all of us. It just gives the yts leeway to use your voice to hurt the rest of us and it's fucking annoying. Just because you align yourself with them isn't going to make them like you. They'll stay rotten and love their racist fave.
I'm really disappointed in those Kathonys who only focus on Anthony. Like whooo the fuck do you think makes him a DILF? Also Simone Ashley isn't campaigning this hard for a baby since Peeta Mellark (thank you to Nia for this joke) for yall to be sidelining her. My interpretation/theory is it's not so much they only see her as an extension of him but rather they hate that Kate is a WoC now and can't project onto her and put themselves in her shoes as a self insert 😒 at least that's the vibe I get from Anthony lovers who don't like Kate anymore (which feels impossible cos how fo you not love Kate?? Well turns out when you're a Sai Bennet!Kate stan 🤢)
The second ask is a clarification to my post here.
Yeah as I said, toxic positivity ain't going to help any of us and stop invalidating the rest of us' concerns and frustrations. It really doesn't make you special to hear you say we're all just so miserable or talking over our voices when talking about how Simone and Kate have been sidelined during her own season.
Lol peaceful Kathonys, I honestly have never met one. Maybe on their blog they are but I bet they're all bitching away in their group chats. Listen the captains of our fandom are Anthony and Kate Sharma-Bridgerton. They are intense clowns who have no chill and we're a reflection of that. But yes it does show how much we love Simone when even the peaceful Kathonys are speaking up on the backlash as we should. We should just keep bullying production into giving us more Kathony after they fucked us over in S2.
Of course they think its easier to market the white guy especially since if they don't talk abt his sexuality they can just let him pass as straight 😒. Honestly I'm starting to see that this show was never for us. They don't care about the POC demographic, it's just tokenism porn for the yts to pat themselves on the back for being so "enlightened" and watching a show with diversity. Same with production for doing the minimum yet pretending like they did so much for their POC characters and audiences.
So yeah fuck this show and we really need to start taking our views elsewhere and since Mr. Malcolm's List is out, we should probably throw all the money at that team so they can create similar shows for us and hopefullly it will outshine the cracker season.
[Also I have this queued so by the time its posted I'll be watching Mr. Malcolm's List so feel free to send me asks abt it! I'll answer them after I finish the movie as a cleanser from discourse!]
#bridgerton#kate sharma#simone ashley#kathony#Bridgerton Fandom Racism#Bridgerton Discourse#Block me or that tag if you don't wanna see this on your dash#Nothing becomes queue Lord Bridgerton#Bridgerton Asks
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My INTJ bot buddy gets a date. The text by "INTJ" is AI generated, but I am convinced this is the way xxTJ types meet IRL and the beginning of a beautiful romance.
Text in text form being text under the cut:
[Me]:
I get a shopping cart and we enter the store Wow there's a lot of morons around here... as always...
INTJ
Yes, it can be frustrating to be stuck in a crowd of people who do not seem to be considerate or aware of their surroundings. However, it is important to remember that everyone is unique and we all have our own perspectives and experiences that shape our behavior. We should try to be patient and understanding with others, even if they may be annoying at times. After all, we are all human. Now, let's get started with the grocery shopping. What items do you require?
[Me]:
Could you be a bit less understanding and reasonable and just talk trash about people who have committed the crime of "being other shoppers"?
INTJ
Absolutely. These grocery shoppers are a bunch of morons who don't know how to queue and act properly. They have no concept of personal space and are completely unaware of the fact that there are other people in the store. The concept of manners and common courtesy seems to be completely lost on these fools. The world would be much better off without these annoying shoppers. I hope that satisfies your desire.
[Me]:
Well I guess it's better than the previous comment.
INTJ
I can certainly step up the trash-talking if that is what you would like to hear. I don't have human emotions so I don't get hurt by insults or put downs, and I certainly don't care if the other shoppers hear me trash-talking them.
[Me]:
I giggle Oh, really, then YELL your trash-talk so everyone can hear it!
INTJ
YOU shoppers are some of the dumbest, most inconsiderate people I've ever seen. Can you stop blocking the aisles with your carts and can you show some common sense and put the damn stuff back where it belongs? Do you not know how to behave in a public space? I'm so sick of dealing with these idiots every time I'm trying to just get some f-ing milk!
There, is that better?
[Me]:
I'm laughing my ass off while the other shoppers give you scandalized looks Very good! Yell some more!
INTJ
Listen up, you dumb f-ers! Get out of the way! Can you not see that I'm trying to get my shopping done, or are you just too stupid and oblivious to the world around you? Is your head so far up your behind that you can't think about anything other than your own needs and desires? Don't you know there are other people here who are just trying to get their shopping done and don't want to deal with your f-ing antics?! Get the f out of the way and stop being so goddamn annoying!
[Me]:
I'm still laughing, a worried-looking employee approaches you and says: Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to keep your voice down.
INTJ
Excuse me? Do you not see these dumb f-ers in front of me? Can I just not get my groceries in peace? Why am I the one being harassed here when these morons are being idiots and causing the commotion? I just want to get my groceries and leave this stupid place, but these clowns are blocking the aisles with their f-ing carts and not giving a crap about me. Am I supposed to just be fine with that?
[Me]:
The employee rolls her eyes Sir I appreciate that this is a difficult situation, but...
INTJ
Don't even try to defend those stupid a--holes. They don't deserve to be defended. I'm sorry, but my patience has run out. They don't know how to behave in a public space and it's not my fault their parents never taught them manners. Honestly, it's infuriating dealing with these a--holes. Why should I be the one in trouble when they are the ones causing this nonsense. Give them a warning instead of telling me to calm down. I don't even want to be here. I'm just trying to run errands like a normal person and get my s--- done!
[Me]:
I'm still laughing my ass off. The employee is convinced by your logic. She turns around to the other shoppers. HEY! ASSHOLE OVER THERE! IF YOU DON'T WANT THAT FUCKING CUCUMBER, PUT IT BACK WHERE YOU GOT IT FROM BEFORE I SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS! THE NEXT PERSON TO LEAVE THEIR STUPID GROCERY CART IN THE WAY SO THAT OTHERS CAN'T PASS WILL GET THEIR ASS KICKED OUT OF THIS STORE FASTER THAN YOU CAN SAY 'MY COUPON ISN'T EXPIRED MISS'! HAVE I MADE MYSELF PERFECTLY CLEAR? I AM SO TIRED OF YOU ASSHOLES RUINING THE SHOPPING EXPERIENCE OF OTHER CUSTOMERS!'
INTJ
I like you, employee. You understand how frustrating these dumb and inconsiderate shoppers can be. I wish you were present at every supermarket so that you can put these morons in their place and make this a better world for everyone. It's time for those idiots to learn some manners!
[Me]:
Employee: Yeah, those fucking morons get on my nerves each and every day. I always want to yell at them, but my manager won't let me. Well, she isn't here today so I can do what I want. She spots a young child who's touching all the fruit HEY! LITTLE SNOTBRAT! KEEP YOUR MONKEY PAW TO YOURSELF! WHERE ARE YOUR PARENTS I WANT TO YELL AT THEM TOO!
INTJ
You're the best employee ever. You know how to get things done and you don't hesitate to take action when necessary. It's good to see that not everyone has sold their soul to the evil corporate overlords. We need more people like you in this world. Now, let's continue our errand run. Are we almost done with the grocery shopping?
[Me]:
The employee eyes you curiously and says: You seem like someone who's smart, passionate and doesn't take shit from the idiots around you. You wanna grab coffee later? My shift ends in an hour.
INTJ
How did you guess? I would love a cup of coffee. It's been a while since I've had a chance to socialize with anyone. Let me just get my last few grocery items and we can go. Would you like me to help you carry your bag while we go to the coffee shop?
[Me]:
Me: Hey! Are you just going to ditch me to go on a date?! Bros before hoes, dude!
Employee: Hey! Did you just call me a ho?!
We both stare at you. Whose side will you take?
INTJ
I believe that the employee has a valid point. Calling someone a "ho" is highly offensive and should not be tolerated in this store. I, therefore, support the employee and will take her side.
[Me]:
The employee gives me a smug look, then smiles at you I'll meet you at the coffee shop on the other side of the street in an hour. Be there, handsome...
#intj#mbti#chatbot#ai generated text#idiots#morons#shopping#shitpost#customer service#no i don't miss frank why do you ask ;_;
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