#Gotta watch out for feral children

[yellowbunnydreams]

Bunny Ears (Part 2) ~William Afton X F! Reader~

~Prepare for fluff!~

Part 1

Tag List: @ruh--roh-raggy @h4nluv @sleepy---head

Cw: CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 30's), divorce/processing divorce (more tags will be added later in the story)

The last shift of your first week at Freddy's was welcomed with open arms by the time it arrived. You had known it would be chaos dealing with children, change, tickets, prizes, the arcade and all the fun responsibilities that came with being a restaurant but by the Saturday morning, you were ready to have a day off and take off the shoes you'd brought to work in.

Two days in you had decided that the somewhat flimsy shoes you had originally brought with you were no good after you were tired of getting your toes stepped on by small children, so you had been and bought some still pretty but sturdy black boots to work in and ever since you had been minorly less injured by children. Minorly. Children were prone to being slightly feral when hyped on slightly watered down fizzy-drinks and pizza as well as surrounded by bright lights and colours.

Spotting a child trying to climb on stage, you sigh and walk over with a bright smile, gently tapping the kid on the shoulder and making them turn around as you bent down to their height. Your bright red vest and confetti blouse wrinkling slightly as you almost ended up kneeling on the sticky carpet, the kid's face scrunched up in annoyance at the intrusion of his playtime until he noticed it was a member of staff.

"Hey buddy! I've been so silly and forgotten the rules of Freddy's and you seem like a smart little man," You said brightly, watching the kid puff out his striped shirt chest and straighten up, trying not to smile that somebody at Freddy's had called him smart. "can you tell them to me again?"

"Sure I can! I can cause I'm smart!" He tried to lower his voice to sound more important, and it made your heart melt slightly as to how adorable it was. Nodding encouragingly as you waited for him to speak.

"Go on then buddy."

"Well umm... You gotta not run! That's the biggest rule and the biggest means it's first! Then um... umm, oh you've got no loud noises...Go to the bathroom? Know where your mommy is!...um...umm. Don't touch Freddy? Don't hit other people! and um..umm that's it."

"Well done superstar! What were you about to do when I came over?" You asked, knowing the kid was puffed up in pride and would walk right into the question.

"I was going to give Freddy a hug!" Suddenly looking sheepish as he realised what had happened and why you had asked him. His shoulders sagging and his lip pouting as he bowed his little head, making you touch his shoulder gently again to grab his attention, making him look up and reveal teary eyes.

"I'm guess he's your favourite?" The kid nodded and you reached into your pocket, pulling out a Freddy Fazbear sticker and handing it to the kid with some arcade tokens. "Well that's okay, but you have to stick to the rules buddy, although you get a prize for being such a superstar and remembering them!"

Standing up, any thoughts of tears from the child were gone and he ran back off into the restaurant to play whatever game was popular that day, or to make new friends about their favourite animatronics. You were always surprised to see how many kids 'played Freddy's' by collecting kids with different favourites and would huddle in groups, taking turns singing various songs from the pizzeria.

You jumped as you turned around and almost walked into Garret, clutching your heart thumping in your chest as you took a deep breath and composed yourself. He shrugged his shoulders at the fact he had been standing so close to you, clearing his throat like that would remedy it.

"What is it Garret? And if you say that the ladies need cleaning again, I did it twice yesterday, I'm not doing it today." You said, keen to move as you were aware that you were in front of the main stage and according to your watch it was only four minutes until showtime, confirmed over the tannoy which only seemed to hype the kids around you up more. All rushing to eat, drink and play before the next show as if they didn't happen every twenty minutes.

"No actually, Daphne has that today. But Henry said he needed you to pop into parts and services and find him a 'flux capacitor', in the labelled box and bring it to him. He needs it for the parts order next week." He shrugged and you squinted at him for a second before you nodded and thanked him for passing on the message, heading towards Parts and Services, a back room down the concrete back halls of the place.

It didn't take you long to find it, after a few minutes of searching and asking somebody where it was as they passed by. But as you opened the door, you noticed how cluttered it was initially. Sighing as you realised how long it was going to take trying to find a presumably small part in a mess of cables, boxes and half-built things you were nervous to go near in case they broke. The few dim bulbs overhead didn't help as you began to search, carefully picking up boxes or moving coils of wire to check the labels, wondering if there was any form of organisation as you opened up a large box labelled as 'fuses' and finding animatronic eyes staring back, cold and unblinking.

Sighing, you stood up again and took a half-step back to try and turn around and try not to disturb anything perched precariously on the workbench nearby. Your back hitting something unexpectedly and making you scream, throwing your hands up to cover your face and cowering back into the shelves as you startled. A large hand darting out over the top of you and gripping the shelf you bumped into to stop it from potentially tipping over.

Removing your hands from your face you found yourself confronted with a white undershirt that was stained with motor oil and grease from the animatronics, forcing you to look up and face the quizzical expression that was looking down at you. Grey eyes behind gold rimmed aviator glasses sparkling with amusement, deep brown hair and the slightest beard going on that had just started to grey closer to the temples. Swallowing hard, you blinked up at the unfamiliar man, mind racing along with your heart.

"Well I know I'm all dirty and shit but do I really look that bad?" The baritone voice chuckled, slightly gravelly and still somehow warm enough to make you melt slightly.

"N-No sir I'm so so sorry, I-I didn't mean-" You began to stammer before the man removed his arm from above your head, stepping back and sitting at a chair from the workbench, giving you a better look at him even under the dim lights.

He was shirtless, or at least, no proper shirt on but rather a white-tshirt. Giving you a good view of his broad shoulders and thick arms, the tight shirt giving you a good idea of a developing dad-body that still somehow screamed muscular and how tall he was as he stretched his legs out, crossing his arms and holding his biceps, making you glance at his hands and noticing how large they too seemed.

"Are you new here?" He asked, tilting his head to one side as he looked at you critically, his expression serious despite the humour in his eyes that you had briefly seen.

"Yes sir. I started this week." Swallowing nervously as you tried to look anywhere but the large man infront of you, occasionally meeting his eyes to be polite but otherwise trying not to stare, knowing your cheeks were already heated up enough and you could tell you were blushing hard.

"Figures, I'm going to take a gamble and say... Garret, that spotty teenage kid? Kinda weedy looking? Told you to come in here and look for something?" Hiding amusement from his voice as he sat observing you, thinking that perhaps you were too naive and sweet to be back in the grimy bowels of the establishment.

"Yes sir, he um.. He said I needed a 'flux capacitor' or something for the parts order for-" You didn't get much further as the man began to laugh, a deep bassy sound that made your chest flutter slightly as you heard it, definitely blushing if you weren't before. His face split into a grin, revealing a lopsided smile as he shifted and stood up again, once more towering over your much smaller frame.

"Yeah he's fucking with you. I'll admit, this is one of the more...creative... ways that a new staff member has been hazed." Chuckling still as he walked over to a different bench, making you realise that had probably been where he was stood before you bumped into him. "They usually get the newbies to come in here and bring random shit out, but actually having you look for something that doesn't exist, quite funny."

You felt your cheeks burning as he laughed at you and made you feel uncomfortable, squirming as you tried to stand for the scrutiny before you looked up at him tinkering away with something on a bench, realising that you hadn't seen him the entire week you'd been working there. It was your turn to cross your arms, clearing your throat slightly before speaking.

"You know, I don't know who you are. You're not wearing a uniform or a name badge, so I'd like to see some ID please." You said, holding out one hand and struggling to try and keep your composure as the broad and tall man stopped tinkering and turned his head to blink at you.

He saw you stood there, tiny compared to him and still trying to defiantly hold out your hand, demanding to see ID and prove that he was meant to be there. He tried not to smile as he reached into his slacks pockets and pulled out his wallet, thumbing through it until he pulled out two cards. His Fazbear employee card and his drivers licence, handing them over simultaneously and letting you inspect them closely.

You looked over them carefully, although it took seconds before your face paled and it fell. Body shaking as you realised how badly you had fucked up by demanding ID from the man.

"Sorry, we don't seem to have met before, I'm William Afton, co-owner of Freddy Fazbear's." Grinning widely as he plucked the cards from your hands and put them on the worktop before offering a rough, oily hand to shake. Taking a little humour in your shocked expression as you shakily took his hand, almost lost in his as you both shook and introduced yourself. Quietly giving him your name too.

"It's nice to meet you little lady, but I'm sure you have to get back out into the colourful world of Freddy's." He suggested, trying to contain his laughter as you swallowed nervously, avoiding his eyes again which was a small pet-peeve of his, but he was willing to be forgiving on that occasion as you had been caught off-guard by him and didn't know him yet.

Gesturing to the door, you allowed him to escort you there, turning back to apologise to him before he leaned against the doorframe and looked down at you with a grin, wanting to fuck with you some more before he fully let you go.

"You're welcome back any time though, Henry doesn't usually let the pretty ones come down here." He laughed darkly, making a biting motion with a slightly snarled lip at you and listening to the squeak you made as you practically speed walked down the hallway with an obvious blush on your cheeks. Chuckling to himself at the fact he had flustered you so successfully.

You practically burst into the restaurant and went straight onto your break, plopping down into the staff room and placing your head in your hands, groaning loudly as you tried to process what had just happened. Hearing the chair opposite you scrape back, you saw Stacey looking at you curiously, eyebrow raised as you just shook your head at her.

"So, you practically ran through the building like your ass was on fire, what's up?" She teased, making you shake your head again, face burning as you tried to repress your new image of William Afton and could still hear his baritone voice in your ears.

"It's nothing Stacey."

"Bullshit! Come on! Did you stare at one of the dad's too long or something?" She teased, poking at your arm and hands until you pulled them away from your face and revealed the heavy blush, making her laugh even more "Oh come on, what could have been sooo bad?"

"I met Mr. Afton." Stacey snorted as you said it, raising a sceptical eyebrow and grinning at you.

"Okay, and I mean, he can be weird but like, what else is there to-"

"Stacey I asked him for his fucking ID and employee badge since he wasn't in uniform." You decided to leave out the part where he had called you pretty and bit at you in a way that you were almost ashamed to say made your stomach flutter with butterflies, and the fact you had run into him. Physically run into him. And screamed when you saw him.

The encounter got more and more embarrassing the more you thought about it.

"Well...Shit." Stacey offered helpfully, patting your hand consolingly as you felt your body burning up in shame. "Guess you gotta hope and pray he forgets by Monday."

You knew you certainly wouldn't forget by Monday, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew he wouldn't either.

#springtrap #springtrap x reader #william afton #william afton x reader #william afton x you #william afton smut #fnaf movie #fnaf x reader #steve raglan #steve raglan x reader

[lets-try-some-writing]

Okay, TFP univererse but Unicron adores humans? Like, the moment he sees these feral little organics scattered around his frame he's like "What is this... adorable little creature? I guess I'm a father now." Extra points if he still poses as an eldritch abomination to Cybertronians . I'm a sucker for a character who is this ruthless and vile creature to everyone but secretly acts like a total softie towards his children😭 If you can, I would like to see reaction from both humans and Cybertronians at this development.

I love a good old bad guy (sort of) redemption arc. A dad gotta love his kiddos even if he is the destroyer of everything.

Abrupt Parenthood

When Unicron awoke and felt the presence of Cybertronians he was about ready to flip out in rage. He was so blinded by their presence initially that when Primus's disgusting Vessel appeared before him and told him of the entities living upon his surface, he did not believe it at first. However Primes were very rarely known to lie, and the one before him felt sickeningly familiar to the one he fought so long ago, and so he briefly paused to consider the given information.

As he felt around his frame he was flabbergasted to discover that the Prime was right, he was totally covered in all sorts of fleshy organic creatures. He paused for nearly ten minutes as he just took it all in, the flora, the fauna, the whole ecosystem that had flourished upon him. And most importantly, he took the time to look at the sentient little life forms that had spawned from him, the tiny and oh so fragile humans. He should have felt disgusted, but as he observed the millions of humans on his frame he found himself feeling oddly protective. And so when the Prime pleaded with him to remain in at least partial slumber, Unicron complied stating that he would need time to consider the situation.

His avatars went back into dormancy and he stopped his awakening, instead opting to watch the small entities living on his surface in awe. They were so short lived, even over the course of the few weeks he spent just watching he saw hundreds of thousands of them be born and die all within mere days of each other. Not only that but they were weak beyond words, at least physically, especially since their only armor was hardly anything of note when compared to Primus's creations. The little humans died daily due to any and all possible causes, some to accidents, some to their own stupidity, some to violence, and even more to pure bad luck. But they also showed immeasurable drive and ingenuity, every single one of them living their lives to the fullest and striving for greatness even when so small in the grand scheme of things.

They were weak, they were short lived, and they were oh so foolish in the sight of elder races. But they were the most wonderful little lifeforms Unicron had ever seen. Before he even realized it, he had grown attached to the beings that were born of him and rapidly accepted the mantle of fatherhood. He did not stop his children from doing as they wished, he did not stop their deaths or interfere in their actions. He may have been the great destroyer, but when it came to his offspring, he was much like Primus. He understood that his children needed to be left to their own devices for the most part if they were to learn. And while he did occasionally use a small avatar or highjack an animal to stop things like suicides and the like, he otherwise left the humans alone.

However his general passiveness in response to his new offspring did not stop him from harassing Primus's creations. While unable to transform or access much of his power due to the humans possibly being harmed, he could still make life difficult for the Cybertronians on his surface.

He cared little for the factions of his brother's creations, but he did tend to be more lenient with the Autobots for a host of reasons. First and foremost because they went to great lengths to protect his offspring and keep them from harms way. Secondly because the Prime, despite being Primus's horrid vessel, loved the humans he had taken on almost as much as Unicron himself. Unicron hated the Prime, but he was loath to loose such a powerful protector for his little ones. So long as Optimus lived, there was a good chance that he would continue to guard Unicron's offspring with his very spark, something the destroyer would not object to considering his situation. And of course his third reason for being kinder to them was simply because they weren't outright attempting to abuse his powers and semi-dormancy at every opportunity. There was a sense of caution that was kept, the Autobots never daring to touch his blood or interact with him at all save for the Prime's occasional attempts to speak with him and ensure he had no plans to awaken fully any time soon.

Usually Unicron's harassment ended up being small things like inconveniencing the Autobots by making it rain more often in certain areas or causing them to be unable to find energon for a while. Although he took care to ensure they didn't starve, he needed them alive for the time being after all. He purposefully liked to bother Optimus by sending ominous signs, leaving the Prime on edge for weeks and usually never doing anything with it. He also made sure that the tree humans under their care were always kept safe, even going out of his way to awaken an avatar when required to keep them from harm. While not usually his way of going about things, he only wanted his children to die naturally, not because of his brother's children's petty war. He was half tempted to try and give the human children gifts or something of the like to protect them, but upon noticing their fear and the general toxicity of his blood, he put that plan aside and served as a protector only when required.

The Decepticons however received no such leniency. While normally Unicron would be pleased with Cybertronians handing themselves over to him in exchange for power, this instance was different. Megatron wanted to rule Cybertron, and Unicron could care less. But the warlord had expressed a desire to cyberform earth as well, destroying all life upon its surface, and that could not stand. Earth and its inhabitants belonged to him, no one was allowed to touch his children, especially not a wayward brat of Primus. So he made life as miserable for the Decepticons as possible without outright murdering them. He would prefer if the Cybertronians wiped each other out, so why get rid of either faction? So long as they obliterated themselves he wouldn't have to worry about retribution from his brother or possible threats from them in the future.

Usually he tended to just screw over the Nemesis's flight patterns with terrible storm and other elemental hazards. He also found it incredibly entertaining to make life harder for the Vehicons in the mines. He sometimes made a few terrorcons with old corpses just to watch the Decepticon troops scream. Screwing with Megatron through strange visions and odd dreams was also funny, especially when the warlord couldn't figure out why he was dreaming of frolicking with the Autobots and doing the tango with Ratchet. It was just so much fun for Unicron to mess with Shockwave too, often subtly altering experiments of his to watch the scientist silently fume. He usually didn't do anything actually harmful unless the Decepticons harmed his humans, in which case he would gladly throw terrorcons at them or shoot their ship with lightening and the like as a warning.

The humans are his children. No one screws with them unless they want a very pissed of god of destruction doing everything in his power to ruin their life.

#maccadam #transformers #transformers prime #unicron #team prime #decepticons #unicron is a dad and he is fine with that #evil god loves his kids but will f up anyone else who dares so much as look at his offspring wrong #“His children are perfectly fine! F you!”

[majjiktricks]

plss gimme the fucked up ocelot/liquid dynamics

i dont know if this is gonna make any sense because i just wrote it in a haze but

i definitely think ocelot is weird about all of the bibo clones. he has way too much fun torturing snavid, and he works closely with solidus during mgs1-2. those two look the most like bibo, so ofc he has a strange attraction to them.

for liquid i think its a little more complicated because a) he met liquid as a child. but he didn't watch him grow up, and i dont think he felt any kind of familial bond with him. he was an annoying little shithead for a few months and then he fucked off into the wilderness to live with a bunch of other feral children.

and b) due to the whole liquid-miller situation. i have a lot of thoughts on ocelhira and how it mightve played out, and half of them contradict the rest, but i do think ocelot genuinely liked kaz and liked working with him. whether or not that was reciprocated is where my contradictory thoughts lie. they likely worked together post-1984 in foxhound, but it's unclear for how long.

so fast forward to 2005 where hes working with liquid, who has grown up into a handsome man who, aside from the hair, is the spitting image of big boss. hes more vindictive and hateful, but still eerily similar. his motivation to create a safe place for the genome soldiers mirrors big boss's goal of a nation of soldiers. and hes willing to blow up the rest of the world to do it. hes got a similar inspirational charisma that lands him leadership of foxhound, commanding the rest of the mgs1 bosses and the entire genome army.

so not only does ocelot draw parallels between him and big boss, which has tangled romance feelings involved, but also when liquid decides to kill miller and impersonate him, ocelot gives him a lot of information in order to be convincing (im assuming). tapes and videos and records to get to know miller better, and ocelot watches him literally transform into a copy of younger miller, very similar in age to when ocelot first met miller. (assuming they met at some point after 1975, kaz wouldve been early 30s, and liquid is also early 30s in 2005).

liquid's impression is of foxhound miller, but its probably still uncanny and takes ocelot off guard. so now hes contending with his past relationship with big boss AND miller, with whatever insane feelings he must have about the two of them focused into one guy.

the entire time this is happening, ocelot is working to undermine the entire plan and conspiring with solidus. so he doesnt fully respect liquid nor does he take him seriously. their interactions with each other feel like ocelot is just going along with whatever liquid says, because liquid thinks hes in charge. ocelot is willing to be insulted and humiliated by liquid to advance the overarching plan. (solidus' to overthrow the patriots using the data stolden from REX, ocelot's to later betray solidus and maintain the patriots. all that fuckery.)

but i think ocelot is having the time of his life during this. it feels like working with big boss. it feels like working with miller. every time liquid puts on the sunglasses or gives an order as the boss of foxhound, its like standing in the room with one of two ghosts that feels entirely real. thats gotta be confusing as fuck. but also hot.

so i think ocelot has a lot of conflicting feelings on liquid but ultimately is attracted to him, not for who liquid is, but for who he reminds ocelot of. its something ocelot can have a little fun with while still achieving his overall goal of supporting the patriots. (until its his turn to overthrow them. jesus christ ocelot why is your plan so convoluted.)

meanwhile liquid i think believes ocelot IS the foolish old man he portrays himself as during mgs1. he didnt respect ocelot when they met in the 80s, and he still doesnt take him seriously in 2005. i dont think liquid is interested in ocelot at all. if anything, it would simply be for the power trip of controlling his father's former right-hand man. possibly feelings of anger/hate from ocelot's close association with big boss. he probably realizes ocelot has some kind of feelings toward him, maybe not realizing the extent of it, but uses this to his advantage. perhaps he even believes this is why ocelot is willing to endure the insults and humiliation.

overall i think their dynamic would be strange, nostalgic pining against a somewhat bitter distrust and disrespect + a mutual feeling of superiority/incompetence.

they both think theyre taking advantage of the other. ocelot wants what he can no longer have, because both miller and big boss are dead. liquid is a stand in for them. liquid thinks hes in charge and in control of shadow moses, and he doesnt take ocelot seriously enough to consider something else is going on behind the scenes. he focuses his anger at big boss towards anyone who was associated with him- snavid, miller, ocelot. they both use each other as proxies to channel strong emotion.

its fucked :]

#jazz noises #inbox #anonymous #metal gear #revolver ocelot #liquid snake

[bbgem329]

Where’s My Love?—Chapter Nine

Pairings—Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary

Two years ago, you and your husband built a life for your growing family at a safe camp during a world wide apocalypse. Everything is good until Bucky catches wind that a rival group is out to dominate the rest for their own gain.

What happens when, one day, the most capable men and your husband are out on a hunt when the camp is attacked? Will you be able to get your children and your heavily pregnant self to safety? Will Bucky find you before it’s too late?

Warnings

MINORS DNI!!! 18++. Language. Apocalypse. Violence. Blood and Gore. Mentions of death. Zombies. Protective!Feral! Dad!Bucky. Angst. Mentions of labor. Did I miss anything??

Notes!!

Last chapter before the epilogue!!!

Thanks for sticking with me and for the support ❤️

Series Masterlist

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“Hey, Buck.” Followed by a chuckle. “ Good to see you too.”

“Sam?”

Bucky couldn’t believe his eyes, there was absolutely no way this was happening—that this was real. His hands moved on their own accord, rubbing harshly at his eyes and when he opened them again, his best friend was still standing there.

In the flesh.

Very much alive.

“How?” Was all he could manage out, voice scratchy and raw. “How?”

He didn’t know what to feel. The moment he met familiar chocolate eyes, ones he’d never thought he’d see again, every thought in his head was lost—his mind completely blank.

Shocked. Startled. Happy.

But above all relieved.

The corner of Sam’s mouth lifted ever so slightly, “I’ll explain but on the way. We gotta-”

Before he could even blink, Sam whipped around, knife lodging effortlessly into the cheek of one of the dead. The movement was enough to knock Bucky back down to earth—back to reality.

Even a second later and Sam would’ve been… gone.

Bucky couldn’t stand for that, not when he just got him back. The thought alone was enough to get him moving.

The dead were coming in fast from every side, focused intently on them. They needed to move fast if they wanted to escape unscathed. You were out there and you needed him more than ever. He couldn’t afford to wait any longer, or risk getting overrun and ripped apart, or worse—bitten.

“We gotta get outta here, man. And find-”

Bucky mumbled your name, finishing Sam’s sentence with wide eyes. “They are out there”

“I know”

Sam fell in step behind him, watching his back as he always did—as if he’d never stopped. There were so many questions, so many words to be shared but it could wait.

“She’s pregnant, Sam.” It came out as more of growl, pace picking up as they shoved their way through the gathering crowd of dead, leaving a trail of bodies in their wake. “Due any day now.”

He glanced back just long enough to see Sam’s eyes widen ever so slightly before he steeled his expression—determination and resilience shining across his face.

“It’s the fucking apocalypse and you still can’t seem to keep in your pants.”

Bucky couldn’t help but laugh, though it didn’t last long, trailing off into a grunt as a little corpse launched itself at him. It didn’t take much, barely a flick off his wrist and the thing went flying across the grass. He didn’t think about who that corpse used to be—ignoring that that graying, torn up body once belonged to a little girl.

“Can you blame me?”

“Nah, man.

Bucky stopped dead in his tracks as they approached the fence, heart falling into his gut as he took in the body lying just below an opening in the fence.

“Do you know her?” Sam asked as he turned back to cover Bucky, lifting his gun, sliding the silencer in place before picking off the approaching dead one by one.

“Yeah.”

As much as he resented the thought, Ruth’s body laying here and the cut in the fence above her was a positive sign. It meant you really had gotten away. And when he looked just beyond the fence, he found a pair of familiar tin snips lying on the grass.

His girl.

His brave, badass girl.

You’d done as he asked.

And you’d escaped.

Bucky allowed himself one more look at Ruth’s lifeless face before he shoved open the fence and dipped down to squeeze out onto the other side. He held it back open for Sam, watching his back as he made it through.

At least Ruth would be with Ted now, at peace and in a better place. And if baby Rosy was with you, he’d step up and take care of her.

That’s what friends were for and that’s what Ruth and Ted were.

For the both of you.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Sam spoke up as they sprinted through into the woods, following the path Bucky laid out for you, one that was clearly trampled. “Losing your home and your friends.”

“That’s not my home. Not anymore.” Bucky shook his head, more to himself than anything, “She knows where to go. I built us a house, deep in the woods off the main road.” His chest tightened, breathing labored as he picked up the pace and led them deeper into the woods. “We were supposed to leave tonight when I got back from the run. It’s been planned for months.” He stole a glance over his shoulder at his Sam, making sure he was still there, “The group, Helif, that’s who attacked camp. That’s why we were moving. You’re more of a target in a big group—in a camp.”

Sam didn’t miss the guilt in his voice and the obvious slump in his shoulders, he didn’t even need to see his face, “It’s not your fault, man.”

Bucky opened his mouth to argue but Sam cut him off.

“You had absolutely no way of knowing what was going to happen.” He pointed out, tone final and sharp, one that left no room for arguments, “And she’ll be fine. She’s a spitfire, that one.” He paused, chuckling a little, “Especially when her baby—babies?… are involved.”

“Babies.” Bucky confirmed with a nod, “Jamie, Becca, and another on the way.”

Sam laughed and for a second Bucky forgot where he was, forgot he was running through the woods with a bunch of zombies chasing after him. Racing to find his wife and his babies, to whisk them off to safety.

Forgot that this is the first time he’d seen his best friend in almost three years, and up until today he thought he was dead.

Forgot the world he had once known—had grown accustomed too, had ceased to exist altogether.

“The world ends and Bucky Barnes is still making babies.” He laughed again, “Guess you kept your word.”

Bucky supposes he did.

“What’s going on with you, man?” Sam slapped a hand down on his shoulder, giving it a little squeeze before sliding in the booth across from him. “You’re really quiet today. It’s kinda…” He shrugged his shoulders, nose scrunching as he made a face, “Unnerving”

The new picture folded and tucked neatly into the inside pocket of Bucky’s jacket, felt like it was burning a hole right through the fabric. He liked to keep the ones he loved most next to his heart on missions and the pocket was perfect for the picture of you and one-year-old Jamie, all big smiles on a summer picnic.

And now—now there was another photo just recently added to the mix. A black and white picture of a little bean.

Proof of another one of his babies growing, safe and snug, in your belly.

This time, he was hoping for a girl.

“Buck?”

He’d been waiting weeks to tell Sam and it was becoming harder and harder to keep it from him.

It was better to wait until you were past the first trimester—twelves weeks at least, you’d told him. Things could happen and the risk of miscarriage lowered significantly in the thirteenth week.

But Bucky wasn’t good at keeping secrets—not from you, not from Sam.

“Huh?” He almost forgot to respond. There was no way around this now, Sam knew him better than that. He’d given himself away no doubt.

“Bucky.”

That tone.

It was as if his body and his mind were disconnected because before he was even knew what he was doing, he had the picture in his hands.

“Well.” He grimaced, tongue darting out to skim along his top lip, “I’m not supposed to share yet.”

Sam uncrossed his arms and held a hand out across the table, eager fingers wiggling, “Hand it over, Barnes.”

God, you were going to kill him.

When had he become such a puss?

The people in his life, the ones he loved, were softening his once hard heart. They all damn well knew they had him wrapped around their fingers and here he was adding yet another person that will hold his heart.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t love it though.

Love was power. You’d taught him that.

“Well I’ll be damned.”

“Don’t tell her.”

Sam laughed, a full belly laugh with his head thrown back and his eyes crinkled in the corners, “She’d kick your ass.” He turned his attention back to the photo, thumb brushing over the blob, “Look at this little bean. How far along?”

“Twelve weeks in two days.” He scratched nervously at the back of his neck, eyes darting around the space. As if you’d pop out at any moment just to scold him. “Don’t tell her. She has this whole little plan and you need to act surprised. She didn’t want to tell anyone too early—didn’t want to jinx it.”

Sam’s face softened, “I won’t say a word.”

Sometimes Bucky forgot he wasn’t the only one who had a soft spot for you and Jamie. Sam could be as bad as he was at times.

You were his family and he was yours.

“I’m so happy for you.” Sam smiled, and he meant it, Bucky knew. “And I’m so proud.”

“Thanks, Sam.”

“I hope it’s a girl.” Sam laughed with a shake of his head, “We need a little princess around here.”

Bucky raised his beer to his lips, taking a big gulp, “We do.”

“If it were up to you, you’d have a million kids, wouldn’t you?”

It was Bucky’s turn to laugh. “If it were up to me,” He shrugged, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, “She’d be pregnant all the time.”

Sam grinned, wiggling his brows as he reached across the table, passing the sonogram back. “You dog.”

Bucky shrugged, smiling behind his beer bottle as he stuffed the photo back in his pocket, laying directly over his heart—where it belonged.

“Buck.�� He was tugged to an abrupt stop, “Lookie here.”

He almost let out an irritated growl, felt it crawling up his throat but it all stopped when he laid eyes on the torn up corpse lying against a tree and a few feet in front of it laid an all too familiar knife.

Bucky's stomach churched at the sight of the blood coating the blade and caked along the grass around it. It was obviously a lot of blood and it probably didn’t belong to the guy on the tree.

“Stab wound and a bullet.”

His eyes flickered over to his friend, watching as he stood from where he was crouched in front of the dead man before approaching him.

“It was definitely her.” Sam stopped in front of him, eyes wandering over the blood and the knife, “Isn’t that your knife?”

“Yeah.”

“She’s okay.” He urged, hands up and eyes soft, “She protected herself and the babies. They got away.”

“But,” Bucky waved a hand over the blood, “That.”

“Don’t panic.”

Firm hands pressed to either of his shoulders, grounding him as he struggled to calm his racing heart—to breathe. It had been awhile since he’d felt this sort of panic, since he’d felt paralyzed by it.

It wasn’t your blood. It couldn’t be.

“Think rationally, Buck.” He latched onto Sam’s voice, ears straining to make out the words, “If this was her blood, she wouldn’t have been able to go on. Especially with Jamie and Becca in tow.” More pressure on his shoulders, the sound of his heartbeat echoing in his ears, “And she wouldn’t let anything happen to them. She’s die before letting anything or anyone hurt them.”

As the world came back into focus, he found himself on his knees before the pile of blood.

“How are you here?” His voice came out croaky and rough, “Please.”

He needed this.

The distraction from his thoughts, even if it was just for a second.

Because the thought of losing you was nearly enough to make his chest feel like it was caving in. He couldn’t afford to panic yet, to waste time on this thought.

Because that’s all it was—a thought.

Sam was right. You were fine and if you were fine, so were babies. There is no one he trusted more to protect them than you.

“I was on my way to you.” Sam began, squatting down in front of him, “One of the people we took in was infected and it all happened so fast.” He shook his head, “There was nothing I could do. I barely got myself and Cass out of there. And Cass… I didn’t realize he’d been bit until it was too late. They were gone—all of them.” Sarah and the boys, he realized, “I didn’t know what else to do but start heading North, to you.”

“We were coming to you.”

“I know.” Sam nodded, running a hand down his face, “I wasn’t thinking clearly. I went all the way to the outskirts of the city—my mind was on a one track path, I guess.” He shrugged a large shoulder, “Eventually I realized my mistake and made my way back—I needed to go back home, take care of Sarah and AJ. Put them down and bury them like I had done for Cass.”

Bucky’s heart ached as he took in the far away look in Sam’s usually warm eyes and the pain that was residing there.

“But when I got there, someone else had already done it.” He lifted his gaze, eyes locking with Bucky’s. “It was you, wasn’t it?”

Bucky swallowed hard, “Of course.”

He didn’t have time to react, Sam’s arms were around him quicker than he could blink. One minute they were crouched together, the next they were embraced in one of the tightest hugs he’d ever had.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you, Buck.” Sam mumbled. He took a step back, hands still clutching either of his shoulders, “I’ve searched every camp for the past three years.”

“Sam.”

“I owe you, Buck.” He choked out, tears welling up in his warm eyes, “You took care of them when I couldn’t.”

“I thought you’d hate me for it.” Bucky admitted, voice raspier than he intended it to be, “I killed them.”

“No.” Sam shook his head, “No, you saved them. You put them out of their misery. You helped them find peace. Thank you.” He pulled him into another embrace, “Thank you so much.”

“They were family.” He said softly, solemnly, “You are too. I’m so relieved to see you, Sam. She will be too.”

“It’s getting dark.” His friend stepped back, giving his shoulder one more squeeze, “I’m happy to have finally found you. Now let’s go find your girl and your babies.

“Okay.”

—————

By the time they made it to the house it was well into the early hours of the morning. According to the position of the rising sun, it had to be five or six to be exact.

Bucky was practically shaking as he sprinted up the pathway of lights and barreled up the steps, nerves vibrating with so much excitement and anticipation.

The moment he reached the door, he was calling your name. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest as he shoved open the door and stepped into the house.

Silence.

It didn’t take long at all to figure out you weren’t here.

You never had been.

Not yet.

“You built this?”

Bucky ignored him, tearing into the open kitchen, “They aren’t here.”

“Keep your head, Buck.” Sam followed him as he worked his way further into the house, “They probably stopped somewhere for the night. No doubt Jamie and Becca were tired. I know I wouldn’t want to drag two young kids around through the woods in the middle of the night.”

“We beat them here.” He was becoming frantic, even more so when he found the upstairs was empty too. “Something’s wrong.”

Sam grabbed his arm once they made it back down the stairs and onto the main level, pulling him to a stop and forcing him to look at him, “Breathe, my man. Come on.”

Bucky inhaled sharply, jaw ticking as he tried to keep his composure. He was losing it, barely keeping it together. It felt like there was a permanent weight on his shoulders and his heart felt heavy in his chest and the only way it would go away is with you and his babies in his arms.

“Panic will get you nowhere.” Sam nodded his head in the direction of the door, “Let’s go look. They are making their way, they’ll be heading this way, maybe we can meet them halfway.”

Bucky nodded, shoulders slumping as he took a deep breath.

“We’ll find them. We won’t stop until we do, okay?”

“Okay.”

And they didn’t.

All day they spent searching the woods from the house, to the camp, and then back to the house. They found nothing—no sign of them anywhere.

Bucky didn’t know whether it was good or not. No bodies should be a good sign but what if someone had picked them up? What if hellif got ahold of them? What if-

“Bucky.”

Why did Sam have to know him so well?

“Sam.”

“I know.”

“Sam.”

“I know, Buck.” He groaned, rubbing a hand down his face, “We won’t give up. They will come. She’s strong, man. She’ll be okay. You have to believe me.”

“How do you know?” His voice cracked, he was moments away from falling apart, one more fucking second of this and he would break, and once he did there was no putting the pieces back together, “How can you be so sure?”

“Because we would've found something—anything.” Sam urged, waving his hand frantically in front of him, “Blood, bodies, some cloth, or a knife. Anything. She would’ve left something behind. She wouldn’t have gone anywhere without a fight.”

“What do we do?” Bucky croaked out, “I can’t sit around and wait—not while they’re still out there. I have to do something.”

They weren’t far from the house, Bucky could see the solar lights he’d line up to make a path from here—little specks shining bright but far in the dark.

“We just keep-”

They both whipped around as a scream sounded throughout the night.

“Help.”

“God, help. Please.”

They took off into the dark, heading in the direction of the scream—of the lights.

“It’s her.” Bucky called back, feet moving faster than they ever had before. “It’s her, I know it.”

The closer he got, the more he heard—Becca screaming, Jamie sobbing, and you—you struggling for your life. Bucky never loathed and loved his enhanced hearing more then he did now.

Faster.

Faster.

And faster.

His heart really was going to beat out of his chest this time, he was sure. He couldn’t think straight, his mind focused solely on getting to you.

You. You. You.

He screamed your name as soon as you came into focus, seeing you struggling beneath the dead, holding it away from you and Becca with whatever strength you had left.

He wasn’t quick enough.

He wasn’t close enough.

You let go and he had no choice but to watch helplessly as it descended upon you fully, moving to sink it’s teeth into Becca’s—

You let out a loud cry as you lodged the end of one of his solar lights into its head. The corpse fell limply on top of you but it didn’t stay there for long, Bucky was there in the blink of an eye, throwing it off of you.

“Baby.”

“Daddy.” Jamie shoved himself into his side just as he moved to help you sit up, sobbing, “Daddy.”

“You came.” You smiled, sweaty and out of breath, “I knew you woul-”

You cried out, curling in on yourself as you clutched your stomach.

“Baby.” He called your name, lifting Becca out of your arms, “What’s going on? What’s happening?”

“Let me take her.” Sam appeared, out of breath and reaching for Becca, “Buck, is she in labor? Jamie come here, my dude.”

It was all too much at one time.

Jamie and Becca sobbing, you crying out in pain and curled into a fetal position—possibly in labor.

“The baby.” You cried out, “Now.”

“We gotta move you. We can’t do this here.”

You gripped his arms, nails digging into his biceps as he rolled you onto your back, “No. It’s happening now.” You let out another cry, back arching, “Buck, please. Help me, please.”

“Sam.” Bucky hissed, trying to keep his voice down, “Watch my back. Distract the kids.” He shucked off his jacket before bending down between your legs. “I’m here, baby. I’m gonna help. It’s okay.”

A quick tear and your overalls were ripped at the apex of your thighs, your drenched underwear following soon after. Sure enough, Bucky was met with the sight of the top of a head full of dark hair.

“Okay.” Bucky nodded to himself, brushing his thumb comfortingly over your thigh, “Go ahead and push. Don’t worry about nothing but this.”

It didn’t take much, one or two pushes and his daughter was sliding out and into his awaiting hands.

Moments later a loud, angry cry sounded throughout the mostly quiet woods, and finally everyone could breathe again.

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GUESS WHO SAW THE FNAF MOVIE

It’s theory time baby 😎 because I am incapable of being normal about things I like!

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT, YOU HAVE BEENW WARNED

First things first, I’ve gotta say, I kinda love the bait and switch they did with the Freddy and Golden Freddy spirits, as much as it was also a little confusing.

Looking at this photo right, you’d assume that the kid in the brown shirt is freddy and the kid in the yellow shirt with the tophat is golden freddy, right? And yet, when Max is being lured towards Freddy, it’s the kid in the yellow shirt luring her closer, and it’s his voice that comes from inside.

And in the only scene where Golden Freddy appears, so does the kid in the brown shirt. He even says “Not Freddy” when Abby calls him Freddy. He’s the leader of the group the whole time, and seemingly the most intelligent, always portrayed standing out from the rest. Not to mention, something very important- Golden Freddy never actually enters the building. He stops outside when Abby goes in. And in the dream sequence where the kids attack Mike- it’s the kid with the bunny ears, the kid with the hook, the girl with pigtails, and the kid in the yellow shirt with a tophat. Bonnie, Foxy, Chica, Freddy. Not Golden Freddy, because he isn’t in the building. Why he isn’t? I don’t know. But another thing: we’ve seen a blonde kid with straight cut bangs before

The Vengeful Spirit from UCN. And the way the kid in the brown shirt watches William at the end of the movie? You can’t tell me that’s not a vengeful spirit thing to do.

Anyways. Finally getting to my actual point with this. The theory!

So, the cupcake. Pretty much the most feral animatronic in the whole movie. Overall much more aggressive then the other four, to the point that prior to the start of the movie it was locked away in a cabinet. It behaves pretty much as Chica’s attack dog.

And where have we seen Chica (or the little girl inside of her) with a dog before? 🤔

….yeah you probably could’ve guessed where i was going with this. This theory is pretty much just speculation, that I only really have two main pieces of evidence for: number one being what I already mentioned, that the cupcake is overall much more aggressive and less intelligent then the other animatronics; number 2 being that there is absolutely no way a human child could’ve been fit into that cupcake (ignoring the fact that all five of the missing children are already accounted for). But a dog, especially a little one? One of the breeds we associate with being “ankle biters”? Absolutely

Anyways yeah I genuinely could not tell you whether this is the case or not but I thought it was a cool possibility and it’s the interpretation I’m sticking with 🫡

(Also it was a nice touch that the guy the cupcake mauled was named Carl. I appreciated that nod to the fanbase, as well as his midnight motorist t shirt. Honestly all of the easter eggs and references in this movie were top tier)

Overall, i loved the movie and it will be plaguing my thoughts for the next couple of weeks. If you read all of this, thanks! I appreciate it

#fnaf movie #fnaf movie spoilers #fnaf movie theory #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #the vengeful spirit #golden freddy #freddy fazbear #the cupcake #i genuinely dont know what to tag this #hopefully this shall suffice

[cup1dxzs]

Darling Little Puppet

Wally Darling X Reader

Chapter 5- Curiosity Killed The Cat

Momentarily enjoying the soft feathery feeling of the poor victim you’d slam yourself into, but to your surprise you were met with nothing but red colored feathers, you prayed to god maybe it was just a costume, but alas he was not on your side today as the mysterious ball of feathers turned to face you with a annoying look on her equally feathery face.

She squawked at the sight of you, pulling her arm- wing? Whatever it was up to her beak as if she was staring at a zoo animal that had just escaped it’s enclosure, it made you feel self conscious, did you look that bad? But you barely had space to think about that as you stared up at the bird that practically towered over you, she could practically squish you if she pleased. Doing the only reasonable thing you screamed bloody murder as you stared at what the fuck this abomination was and promptly bolted away from the terrifying colorful creature, having an alarmed face the entire time as you turned to run away like a feral cat, hearing her call after you in attempt to get you to stay and probably question who you were.

Making a quick turn around the building you two were previously in front of, you’d assume it was a post office as it had a mailbox on the side of the building you’d glanced at while running. Now located in the center of the small town? Neighborhood was also another guess that ran through your head, turning your head to look at one of the houses it was a cute little red house with some bushes and freshly planted flowers on either side of the entryway, walking closer to try and see if you could figure anything else out about this place and where the hell you were, also to catch your breath, unfortunately to no avail for both actions, you’d find yourself questioning the windows that were decorated as eyes, watching them move and stare-

“Did it just fucking look at me? Hundred percent sure by now I’m not anywhere close to my home…” You looked disgusted by this point, the living? House seemed to not be able to do anything other then just look at you and make lot’s of ruckus that involved creaking and thumping. It honestly freaked you out but it seemed that the house couldn’t harm you physically, you didn’t need another injury as the lingering pain in your head and the soreness of your whole body snapped you back to reality, if this could even be considered real.

“Oh Wally you’re just the best artist! This is the best drawing of an apple I’ve ever seen! It’s way better than the one you showed me yesterday!” A voice of a very joyful girl could be heard as she practically shouted at the person near her, you’d look around for a hiding spot and the one close enough was unfortunately the bush near the white flowers, quickly diving into it’s unnecessarily sharp sticks and twigs you’d quietly cursed as a twig had poked your eye. Making yourself as hidden as possible you’d try your best to peep out the bush and see who the new voices were, how populated was this place and why were the majority of them strange looking animals?

Peering from inside the shrubbery you’d spot very blonde hair, and what seemed to be green leggings..? It was almost humorous how similar she looked to that cartoon Julie….almost humorous.

‘You’ve gotta be kidding me.'

Inhaling sharply through your nose you’d push yourself a little bit more farther but not too much so you’d be seen by the girl that looked to be a puppet you’d watch play around on your Tv just the night before. The more you analyzed her the more you couldn’t deny that she was probably some girl dressed up as her, they acted the same, dressed the same, hell even talked the same and by that she literally kept talking without missing a beat for what seemed forever.

As you droned out her rambling you began to analyze your situation, so did this mean that you were somehow teleported, maybe even trapped, inside a children’s Tv show? But everything here seemed far too real to be a little show kids watched on their stupid Tv, did that mean they could see you? Were you trapped in an episode? Were you dead? You’d already checked the back of your head that one time and there wasn’t any blood or even a gaping head wound so that crossed out that possibility, it relieved you to know that you weren’t dead but it unsettled you to know that your were in a kids Tv show. Although it made you wonder, were you robbed by a person who wasn’t actually human because as far as you knew humans weren’t able to teleport each other into television shows at will. Even then you had to show an ounce of gratitude that you weren’t inside a slasher movie, You’d probably be the first person to die if that was the case.

Hearing Julie’s voice falter as she spoke was the only thing that stopped you from going into a downward spiral of pure confusion on how and why you’d end up in this very strange situation.

“Uhhh- Wally what’re you doing?” She’d ask, tilting her head in confusion as she’d stop her temporary rolling on her heels just to emphasize how confused she really was at her neighbors antics.

‘Wait where is Wally-‘ You’d think mentally slapping yourself for not keeping a better eye out, suddenly the sensation of being picked up by your underarms became very apparent as you were lifted from out of the bushes you took refuge in, as if you were some random outdoor animal being abducted from their environment, yelping in surprise as it had all happened too sudden not even having enough time to think of making an escape route, the most you could do was squirm in defeat.

“Well what do we have here?” A voice of the not so darling puppet spoke as he held you up with surprising strength.

Welp, Cat’s out the bag now.

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GUYS I MADE THE AO3 ACCOUNT, it’s under the same user i use for tumblr, and all thanks to that beautiful person for encouraging me, I’m so happy for all of the support and love I’ve received so far for this story, lmk if there’s any little bits I messed up on or if there’s an idea you simply came up with! I love talking with you guys!

-ChillyKitty

[gabessquishytum]

Been binge reading all the warprize AU posts rotating slut Hob in my head before I got giggly thinking about them meeting Shaxbeard in this universe.

The king tolerates few and favours fewer, topmost of them all being Hob ofc, and while Dream is a powerful and stern King who rules with an iron fist, his kingdom is prosperous. Schools and a certain level of education is mandatory for all children, and both art and artists thrive within the capitol.

Im thinking about a twist 1589 scene where Dream takes them to watch some kinda play, maybe one of Marlowe's and Hob enjoys himself, sure. The flamboyance and the drama are immensely entertaining and he loves a good story. But what sours the experience was when Dream insists on meeting the screenwriters and actors afterwords (Jessamy explains that Dream has a soft spot for screenwriters and new, passionate actors) and was just. COMPLETELY enamoured by Shakespeare. (Not really, but Dream paid one WHOLE MINUTE of his attention on someone else besides Hob. Even when Hob was trying to call him!) At one point Hob was even SHUSHED. AND NOT EVEN FOR FUN. HE TURNED BACK TO FACE SHAKESPEARE. After a moment of stunned silence Hob's expression grew so angry and thunderous at the new fucking twink upstart the table's cupbearer-who was approaching the table to top up the wine-froze and shuffled hurriedly backwards. He looked so PISSED that for a moment you couldn't tell WHO possessed WHOM.

Hob can't just kill him. The King likes him too much. He never liked all the people Hob's killed before as much as he seemed to like Shakespeare, but that won't stop him from making Shakespeare's life living HELL

I feel like we totally have the same brain!!!! I've been slowly working on the new chapter for my feral!Hob au fic and Shakespeare may or may not be making an appearance...

I'm obsessed with how you've put this tho... Hob getting hushed by Dream one (1) time and being so incredibly upset and offended?? This is amazing. I can see it SO clearly. He's so used to being Dream’s darling little pet and he just can't cope with the idea of sharing the king’s attention with anyone.

Shakespeare is just trying to live his life and write some good plays, and he's not even aware that he's caused trouble in paradise until he catches Hob’s eye and oh my god, if looks could kill Shakespeare would be dead on the floor. He doesn't know what he did to upset the King's favourite pet but he's kind of terrified now. Hob is still the big muscular soldier he once was, and under his silky skimpy clothes there's a VERY large knife strapped to his thigh. Shakespeare felt it when Hob deliberately pushed past him to get away.

Later on Hob is in such a mood, Dream has never seen him be such a brat before. He's utterly clueless as to what's caused his pet's bad behaviour, but he finds himself quite enjoying Hob’s pouts and rude little quips. If nothing else it's a good excuse to take the brat over his knee and spank the truth out of him.

When Hob admits to being jealous, you can bet that Dream has a hearty laugh about it. He can't help finding it hilarious that his beloved little "prisoner" is so possessive over him. Hob gets a direct order not to hurt Shakespeare, but he also gets the assurance that he is Dream’s favourite and nothing is going to change that.

(That doesn't mean he stops glaring at the twinky playwright and leaving him in fear for his life. Hob’s gotta have some fun.)

Also thank you so much for your birthday message! It was so sweet of you <3

#iprefertheterminsane #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #warprize hob

[quinloki]

QUIN

I’m glad you’re doing okay!! I would jokingly scold you to take care of yourself but I’m operating on 5 hours of sleep and I ate pretzel bites and cookie cake for lunch so like

I can’t even speak on that I’m not doing much better xD

I took today off to take my niece (she’s 1.5) to a children’s museum out of town. Her and my sister are visiting from Florida for a few weeks so we’re bonding and omg it was so much easier when she wasn’t mobile kids run so friggin fast spending like 5 hours at this children’s museum has solidly confirmed my decision to not have children. She’s stupid cute but it’s like free birth control hanging out with her. We’re gonna watch the Taylor Swift concert movie later tho, I gotta do my job as auntie and properly educate her xD

Rambling now about your work but I cannot accurately count how often I read magic trick

Like I always debate commenting every time bc I’m like this is not normal

That and that uh… hot spring Marco one I sent you once are my go to when I want to have some light birb reading before bed >>

Magic trick is just so good and everytime it makes me stupid giggle just thinking about HIM

Ugh the whole fire following scratches makes me feral like fuck dude you were brilliant for that

I also may have an Ace and Izou kitty coming and another Marco figure >> I need to STOP but I’m kind of burnt out and apparently retail therapy is needed T_T it’s whatever the blorbos will make it better and ive been buying some stuffs second hand so the price really isn’t a a concern

The burnout is also making my brain a little more extra frazzled so sorry this is all over the place xD

I hope you’re doing so much better after the extra sleep and hope you have a SUPER weekend >o<

\o/ This was good. There's not much for me to say, you gave me plenty of cool new knowledge, and I got some praise <3

I think Magic Trick was my first real Marco piece. I don't know that I even had an event piece for him before hand.

and now look where we are. XD

Thank you Kaz, and yeah, we both need to make sure we get a little extra shut eye.

#quin answers #kazieai

[buckybleu]

☼ portofino ☼

pairing: mafia!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

summary: You go on an Italian getaway in hopes it will help your writer's block. Maybe you go home with more than just a story.

A/N: It's been awhile huh? I've been very unmotivated to write the past few weeks, but in honor of my birthday today, I'm here with a gift for you! 🥳 This is a little introduction for a mini series I have planned. Happy reading! 🎂

reblogs/like/comments are greatly appreciated! ❤️

word count: 680

“So any progress? What has that wonderful mind of yours come up with now?” Your best friend's voice chimes through the speaker, you smile at her questions. The warm rays of Portofino kiss your skin, while the gentle splashes of cold water brush against your ankles.

“Other than my inked palms and the feverish scribbles in my journal, nothing really.” You adjust your sunglasses on your nose, admiring the coast. “But Italy is beautiful. The perfect place to fall in love if I do say so myself.”

“Better than Paris?” she jokingly scoffs, “We already lost one of our gals to a Parisian artist there. Is some Italian man going to steal you too?”

“In my dreams…it would be nice to be whisked away into the sunsets of Italy though.”

“You’re a hopeless romantic” she says. “No wonder you’re a romance novelist. Any cute guys there? A future husband possibly?”

You imagine the knowing smirk on her face, “Cute guys, yes. Any of them husband worthy? None that I know of. Hey, I gotta go, but I’ll call you later. Maybe I’ll meet my future husband tonight at dinner.”

She cheers through the phone, “Ciao bella. Spero che trovi un marito italiano!” (Bye beautiful. I hope you find an Italian husband!)

You slip your phone back into your bag and make your way towards the beach cafe. Children run past you, squealing in excitement as they rush behind the counter. A dirty blonde gently scolds the children, giving you an apologetic smile. Giving him an appreciative nod, you settle yourself in a seat by the large open patio. 

The salty breeze of the Ligurian Sea flutters through your hair as your waiter arrives and notes your order. Your impromptu trip to Italy was what you needed. A break from the constants of home. The mundane view of your Brooklyn apartment was starting to wear you down. The block in your mind allowed little to no creativity. Any word or sentence you wrote would eventually be erased. Nothing was good enough when you read it a second time around.

Your fingers scale the pages of your notebook, flipping through to find any line that would stand out. 

A firestarter. 

The writing fire inside you was slowly dying. Huffing, you turn your gaze out towards the beach, watching people lounge on the golden sand, swimmers in the crystal water. 

But among the sea of people, what catches your attention is the broad shouldered man in nothing but short red swim trunks. His neck and chest are decorated with tattoos, a sleeve adorns his right arm. And if you squint enough, you can see the ink that lines his fingers and hand. 

As if he can read your mind, he lowers his sunglasses; his piercing baby blues land directly on you. Your heart skips a beat, the world around you suddenly goes quiet. He knows what effect he has on you…even if he’s at a distance. There’s something erotic in the way his eyes traces your figure. 

Animalistic, feral even. It’s like he has found his prey, teeth ready to sink what he craves.

You will yourself to pull from his trance when the waiter brings your drink. You try to calm your rapid heartbeats. There’s a mental debate on whether you should take another glance at the mysterious  man or not. One more look wouldn’t hurt? No harm no foul, right? If anything, he might inspire your next novel.

You pluck up the courage to find him among other beach goers, but he’s nowhere to be found. Maybe you were dreaming. Maybe your mind concocted up this imaginary man to help you with your writing. 

“Fuck, the heat is getting to me” you rub your temples before going back to your journal. Taking a sip of your lemonade, you continuously flip through the pages of writing, unaware of the figure next to your table.

“Scusami, amore.” Your jaw nearly drops at the sight of the mysterious man next to you. His swim trunks are still wet, dripping with water. Opting for no shirt, his towel hangs around this neck, “I’m Bucky. Is this seat taken?” 

You shake your head no, your thighs involuntarily clench together. 

Bucky smirks, noticing how speechless he’s rendered you. He licks his lips as he takes the seat across from you, waving someone over. 

“Steve! Can I get two glasses and my favorite bottle of wine for my girl and I?”

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All mistakes and errors are mine!

main masterlist // bucky barnes masterlist

#mafia!bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #mafia!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n

[tricornonthecob]

Oh shit here we go

LK 101 - Boston Spilling the Tea Party (part one)

pt pt2 pt3

Lets be honest, the real reason this series exists: Walter Cronkite as Benji Franx.

why is there only one dude on what appears to be a fucking *frigate* I mean I know why, animation budget, but my point stans

Also fuckin seizure warning on the Atlantic, brah.

Cluny the Scourge just hanging out on what I'm assuming is Sarah's bed? Or is that just her pet. Did she have a beloved pet rat?? Was she a rat girl??? This has caused more questions.

Is this her room?? Why is there a bed belowdecks like this? why is her room so massive?? Am I looking too hard into a DIC cartoon?

I love how this girl just canonically vibes with chaos. Alone, 15 years old, going to the colonies, in a fucking storm that even the grizzled sailors are freaked out by, and she's writing to her mom how exciting everything is. She's either dissociating like a champ or she's a legend. Also how are you not seasick??? Oh right you're an accomplished rider and horse girl you got that inner ear

Not gonna lie though, listening to this girl talk about her dad coming home from the wilderness and how they're all gonna have an awesome life is kind of sad. Oh, honeyyyyy. No. Can you imagine being her mom and getting all these letters? Oh god now I've made up more headcanons.

she really has the worst luck with ships, doesn't she.

SuCh SyMbOlIsM

This dork. Also why is his collar so fucking open jfc.

In this house we stan Exasperated Dad!Moses

"When someone wants to know what's on my shirt I can sell 'em a newspaper!" is the kind of idea I'd expect from an ADHD/PTSD madlad. I feel like both Sarah and James vibe and thrive off chaos, but only one of them has a balanced inner ear.

Gotta love Eager Beaver getting knocked down a peg by Exasperated Dad.

The *flair.* The *drama.* The *exasperated and slightly amused adult*

aaaaaaaaaaay the French Fry! The Brains! The feral younger sibling! The one I vibed with the hardest as a feral younger sibling!

Henri: Bitch I'd do it again!!!!

Dear writers: why the fuck did you set up an enemies-to friends-to lovers pipeline so hard like this.

oh my gOdD Moses is such a dilf

Ok is it just me or did they design her as a redhead in the beginning and slowly lighten her to strawberry blonde later on, or am I just losing my mind.

do you think they boinked. Dirty Old Man Franklin absolutely tried to make a move on Lady Phillips.

We all worry about your feral daughter, Lady Phillips.

AND WE'RE ON NICKNAME TERMS? Yeah they boinked.

Sir. SIR. Two of those associates are children.

THEY FUCKING. BOINKED. NEW SHIP FRANKLIN/LADY PHILLIPS WE CALL IT FRILLIPS OH MY GOD NO WAIT THEY'RE A POLYCULE.

They'd absolutely get hammered and watch a Pats game, I'm a little disappointed the directors didn't tell the voice actors to lean into the New England accent. Also why does the guy on the left look like Peter Griffin.

It can't be Boston, there aren't nearly enough maniacal drivers with homicidal intent

*there* it is.

Damn this dude got REAL into it.

He just. Hops over tea chests and pulls himself up over a ship. To interview people. Fucking madlad.

Henri is getting *into it* feral frenchman child.

I don't think that's a normal response. That abandonment/orphandom PTSD does things to a brain.

well somebody sure had fun discovering After Effects transitions.

Yeah your ship's cool and all but does your ship have a meetcute that involves blunt force trauma with weaponized literature.

To be continued because of the 30 image limit

#liberty's kids #james hiller #sarah phillips #henri lefebvre #Lady Phillips #amrev #Benjamin Franklin #Boston Tea Party #Tricorn on The Cob Watches LK And Makes Inane Commentary #Frillips #The Frillips Polycule is keeping me together #the alternate title for this was Boston Has A Kiki #tricorn watches

[reel-fear]

Gotta say I can't stand people acting like Appledusk genuinely loved either of his mates. He didn't love Reedshine enough to be faithful, and he didn't love Mapleshade enough to not canonically stand her up for weeks, nor did he care about their kids enough not to actively (if indirectly) call them mistakes.

And no, apologists, MAPLESHADE was the side-chick. This stupid idea that Reedshine must've been the second mate because she was pregnant later is one of the stupidest things you could possibly say. Why are you implying you need to be pregnant and/or have kids to be fucking married??

And slightly off-topic, but "Mapleshade used her kits/Mapleshade babylocked Appledusk!" Is all around dumb.

THEY ARE FERAL. CATS. THEY DO NOT HAVE FUCKING BIRTH CONTROL. What do they WANT her to have done when she realised she was pregnant? Eat a deathberry?

And using the first "Appledusk is mine, these kits will make sure of that" line as "proof" is stupid too. Look at the actual context of the line in the book instead of watching one YouTube video.

Remember also: Appledusk has been standing her up on their nightly meetings for weeks to the point she had to tell him she's pregnant at a gathering. She did not just go to speak with him "because she thinks she's above the rules." Was she just meant to never tell her husband who she believes loves her she was pregnant?

Mapleshade sees from where she is hiding when Reedshine walks up to Appledusk and cuddles with him. She walked away and saw another woman move up to her husband (who she believes is monogamous and not a prick having an affair, Maple has no idea she is actively his side-chick) and flirt and snuggle him. She just told him she is pregnant, and this other woman is flirting with him. ANYONE would get momentarily jealous at that.

And even in some universe Mapleshade did genuinely think something was going on between the man she loves and Reedshine, IT TURNED OUT CORRECT. Appledusk IS having a fucking affair.

Obviously, it's not Reed's fault, it's entirely and 100% Appledusk's, but still.

And apologists need to stop using Maple thinking about Appledusk when the kits are born to back their "she used them to trap him" bullcrap. Is a new mother not allowed to think about her husband and wish the father of her children could meet them?

And bonus when they twist everything to say this but completely ignore Frecklewish and Oakstar literally stating that they want to raise the kids as weapons and nothing else.

YEA YEA... Like my biggest problem with the way ppl talk abt Mapleshade is all this shit being used as justification for why she deserves to have her life ruined and her babies die is HORRIFYING. Moth flight is shown to be incredibly easy to make jealous, Jayfeather and Lionblaze have blind faith in Starclan to tell them how to solve everything. ivypools motive for being in the df is kinda petty and she KILLS SOMEONE TWICE IN THERE. and Lionblaze only contunies to MURDER AND MURDER AND MURDER as the books go on. Hollyleaf murdered the person she saw as responsible for hurting her family only to take it back and hurt her family by unleashing the secret anyways.

Stop acting like Mapleshade deserved her tragedy at all. Compared to other warriors protagonists who also have blind faith in starclan make dumb and morally reprehensible choices she isnt any different than them. And on the babylock thing. it takes two to tango and if Appledusk didnt want kits or didnt want to stay with Mapleshade any more... Why did he "yknow" her??? Its entirely his own fault. She cant get an abortion or take a pill to not get pregnant unwanted pregnancies in warriors are so common they're becoming something the books themselves are addressing as wrong and bad. [this also works for the "she was seeing the guy who killed flowerpaw and freckles brother fucked up' excuse, I believe the time frame between that happening and maples kits being born was mentioned to be close enough that its likely Maple n Dusk had those kits BEFORE that incident. And like I said cat abortions dont exist so once again fuck Frecklewish fuck her grief she attacked and screamed at babies Im glad shes in hell <3]

When we start talking about mapleshade people suddenly switch to a mode where anything is okay unless Mapleshade did it and will do ANYTHING to twist the narrative to protect the horrible people around Mapleshade. Sure Mapleshade was dumb and naive and thats one of the biggest reasons her life falls apart. But making bad decisions and doing bad things shouldnt be punishable by kitten death in a world where Moth Flight or Clear Sky or Grey Wing get away free with the HORRIBLE actions they have taken. Bramblestar is stupid he takes actions only to boost his inflated ego and hurts his wife why did Starclan punish Maple for her wrong deeds but not him? She put blind faith in Starclan isnt an excuse BECAUSE BLIND FAITH IN STARCLAN IS BASICALLY REQUIRED IN WARRIORS!!! we only recently got arcs showing Starclan in a flawed light so no Mapleshade doesnt actually do a lot wrong by warriors standards people are just fucking dumb. Anyways if anyone reads this and feels the need to give me a nasty reply or get defensive bc Freckle, Apple, Oak and whatever the name of the riverclan leader was deserve to go to hell for their crimes. You better have passages from the book to back you up or I will eat you alive.

#warriors #warrior cats #mapleshade #frecklewish #oakstar #appledusk

[unusual-raccoon]

Hi! It’s me 🌚 I had a thought I just had to share. I just finished zooming through all your Frank and Billy stuff (fantastic work as per usual) and my mind decided to work over time to produce this: modern JaceLuke but they have to do a mandatory military service as part of inheriting their titles. They’re supposed to be kept out of danger, but Otto has friends in high places and they get posted to some pretty fucked up missions. Cue them developing the same kind of codependency we see with Frank and Billy. Like can you imagine the angsty power of Jace killing Otto or Aemond the same way Frank does to Rawlins with Billy (Luke) observing? “God damn, Jace. I love to watch you work.” I’m sorry, I love DJ Jace and soft fanboy Luke, but I also gotta feed my need for angst. I know the Frank and Billy dynamic/history doesn’t really match, but I love the idea of modern JaceLuke going feral for each other. They def have the same “us against world” energy that Frank and Billy have. Thoughts??

My lovely 🌚 anon, ur actually so brilliant! JaceLuke, but like a Brank AU??? Genius. Even if we’re just stripping the dynamic down to ‘us against the world’. Certified killers JaceLuke is very funny, but also plausible? Luke already got that dawg in him, Aemond can testify.

I’ve had an idea that’s not necessarily a modern AU, but like a ‘on the run’ vibe, in which the King (Aegon or Aemond take your pick) has placed bounties on the heads of former princes. Aegon III and Viserys II (and possibly even Visenya?) have already been given asylum and secreted elsewhere as legitimate full-blooded children. However, the Strong boys are targets that receive little kindness. Cue them being forced to live on the run and killing whoever tries to stop them, concocting a backstory à la Rickard Thorne and Maelor in the books.

Their simple story (A/B/O time?) for Joffrey’s sake. Jace is his father and Luke is his mother, and should anyone ask, his father is a BETA. Wanted posters would include the fact that Jace is an Alpha.

At first they wander the roads and are easily mistaken for no more than bandits, especially Jace. He is the eldest, and by rights as defended his brothers the most.

On the road, before settling in a small fishing village so Joff can rest a bit easier and Jace can find a job to bring a little money in that doesn’t involve selling stashed (and rather incriminating) family jewelry.

Their saving grace actually is their “common looks” their dark hair and dark eyes make their seemingly unremarkable. Three bits of hay in a haystack.

Small ficlet under the cut

Jacaerys can feel his brother’s eyes on him as he cleans the blood from his seax, a stolen seax, one that Luke had lifted off a hunter that had happened upon him bathing.

His shoulders ache, he’d moved the body. There was no moving the pile of blood that had since soaked into the soil. Another sellsword looking for wealth with the heads of three little princelings.

Lucerys scoots closer, a hand falling easily upon Jace’s knee. Joffrey was sleeping. They’d given him the last of a the roasted hare that Luke had caught a few days prior.

Jace and Luke had found some dried salmon on the sellsword, amongst other things. His brother pushes another salted strip of fish into his hand.

“You need your strength.” He says with earnest brown eyes, teeth catching up his lower lip, “We, need your strength.”

This made the seventh man he’d killed for them. A dagger through the throat. The second one in a sennight.

Luke’s fingers curls into the filthy fabric of Jace’s trousers, ragged nails prickling against his knee in desperation.

Jace nods and takes the fish, tears the leathery meat between pointed teeth - teeth he’d soon need to file if he ever hoped to pass for a beta.

They settle down beside the fire, beside Joff. Their little brother whined in his sleep, instinctively nuzzling towards Luke. Their brother hushes him, rocking Joffrey gently in his arms

“Jace,” Lucerys calls gently, barely a whisper above the small starving fire that subsists on twigs and damp leaves.

“The next one that comes after us - I want do it.”

He sighs against his brothers nape, as he cradles Luke to his chest, and Luke cradles Joff.

“Mother would’ve killed for us,” he says gently, “I should be able to do it too.”

He cannot fault his brother’s thinking. It is true, regardless of how unsavory. Princes resorted to being common cutthroat’s.

“The next one,” Jace agrees, breath visible in the night air. Feeling as Luke shifts gently closer.

Lucerys could have the next mercenary that came their way, it would be his brother’s first kill. Their last kill, however, would be the miserable uncle that had made criminals of them.

#answered asks #anon <3 #🌚 anon #jaceluke #jaceluke agenda #sorry this ended taking off from your initial idea!!

[andoqin]

Love like the galaxy -thought collection

So after watching the last eps in a mad rush before I fell asleep, I've now had time to digest my screaming and crying and just want to put them down.

Warning for spoilers!!! Also this turned out very long, sorry not sorry

So first things first: I am really satisfied with the way the show ended and that's not something that often happens.

Was it a bit rushed? Yes in the last 5 eps, but it looks to me like they cut out some Yuan Shuanjing things and honestly I don't think that's a bad thing.

Were there a few moments that made me stop and roll my eyes? Also yes, but it was a handful of moments at most and what I needed the show to do and what it did give me was the emotional catharsis for our main leads.

Anyway time to start talking about the climax of this show aka Bloody Vengeance finally fulfilled.

Ling Buyi is at the end of his rope after Peng Kun has died of an asthma attack in prison, the last lead he could find to properly punish his Unfather gone. So he does the one thing left to a boy who's spent the last 15 years of his life in a haze of trauma and violence. He confronts his Unfather at the eve of his wedding, and starts a slaughter and my god the way this was filmed, scored and acted. Just master class from everyone around!!!

When he finally says his name out loud, after not having been able to confess it to NiaoNiao time after time and he is just covered in blood, some his own but most of it from the dozens of people around him I had shivers.

I've had discussions with @dangermousie of actors in c-ent, who can believably play someone who is actually feral *and dangerous* and especially among the younger ones that ability seems quite rare. Before this show I definitely would not have counted Wu Lei among them (esp after The Long Ballad where I found him to be singularly unengaging), but my god he can act his socks off.

Niaoniao arrives just after the slaughter is done and although LBY tries to brush her off, he wouldn't have fallen for her if she didn't dry her tears and then went to save her man, come what may. Because for all of NNs faults (and there are many! I love the girl but she is not the easiest person) once she counts someone among her people she will go with them to the ends of the earth. Or a cliff in their case.

And I love love love that NN can ignore him not telling her about his plans and taking the revenge on by himself. It hurts her, but in this moment nothing matters beyond saving LBY. But then LBY does the one thing she can never forgive, he swandives off the cliff, understandably to save her, but NNs abandonment issues are one of her biggest weaknesses, so this is the moment that breaks her.

Gotta say I can't blame her, because she was willing to overlook so much for him, but she'd rather die than be alone again. It's the same for him too of course, but their issues about this are different.

The terrible and tragic irony, that it takes NN about 5 minutes to find the evidence that Huo Buyi overlooked, probably because he was blinded by his hate for his uncle and his new wife, so a lot of the future angst could have been avoided if he had been honest, makes it all the worse... and more delicious because wow the angst that was served up was fucking amazing.

When HBY admitted to the emperor that no matter what, he doesn't regret what he did but then can't even bring himself to look at NN as she eviscerates him for doing the worst thing to her - not telling her about his plans and then kind of abandoning her - was so good I was gobbling that shit up with a soup ladle.

Oh!!! And then the empress finally confronting the emperor about the feelings she had kept in her heart for decades was so good for me. The empress honestly turned into one of my favourite characters of the show. Ostensibly she was the confucian ideal wife. Never (openly) jealous, always kind, gave the emperor children (and an erstwhile crown prince) and while their children didn't turn out to be that great at least crown princess biggest flaw is that he's dumb and gullible. In any other rich family this wouldn't have been much of an issue, but sadly in the royal family that's as good as a death warrant.

HBY says as much when he reveals that if he had wanted to he basically could have taken over the country at any point after the emperor died.

Anyway back to the delicious angst: god I loved how both guilty and hopeful HBY was before he left for the border.

One of the core themes of this show has always been characters lying to themselves to justify their own actions, including our mains, but what separates the "good" and "bad" guys here is how they deal with reality once it smacks them in the face. HBYs biggest self-deception was his love for NN and how their future would go, because I'm 100% certain he had basically consigned himself to a suicide mission once he decided on killing his uncle without imperial say so. And yet he couldn't let go of NN beforehand and also didn't manage to confess, despite her giving him *numerous* chances, because the consequences seemed too terrible to him.

Speaking of NN, obviously ZLS didn't get as big a climax as Wu Lei did, but I loved the way she played NN with the ever growing realization that HBY was hiding something big from her and her guessing it and just wanting him to tell her. The way NN just went stiller and stiller as the climax approached then decisive and direct to help him and then afterwards, the way she just slammed all of her walls down. It's a lot more subtle and not doesn't lend itself to as grandiose emotions but ah!! At the very end, when she does let her walls down around HBY again because she can never help herself around him and she starts to turn back into "old" NN, who smiles easily and loves her people, that was so great to see!!

I really liked the way this show managed the separation which for once felt earned and right, these two needed a break and while I hurt for both of them, NN shutting herself away from the world to be with the one maternal figure in her life who only ever showed her kindness and HBY going to use his own life in the only way he really knows, they could let those wounds heal and maybe begin anew.

Now we get to the rushed parts because we do want a happy ending and don't have that much time left. We have the return of one of HBYs thirsty  faux-exes who once again drowns herself in self-delusions to justify her own actions and then tries to murder NN when it doesn't work. Falling off a cliff and being saved by ur ex fiancee sure is a way to get to talking again though, so in the end I'm not too mad and it's not like she was in the story for long.

NNs third fiancee is barely a footnote, but I gotta say that's fine with me, I don't need many scenes between them because the end game is close so I'm glad he let her go be herself.

The empress dies and augh that scene killed me because she was one of my favs and then her talk with Yue Heng!! I loved that she doesn't want empress Yue to take care of her family, but wants to make sure that she doesn't die with any grudges between them!!! Women!!!!! In this show!

Then we get the ultimate end with Lou Ben's wife coming back to get some bloody revenge and I gotta say she's one of the few people who did things with clear eyes hahaha, can't even really blame her. Thankfully our babies make it out fine (though HBY magicly surviving was one of those men's that made me go wait did I miss sth) and NN can't really deny it any more, her feelings for HBY are back out in the open.

Also I gotta say I loooove that HBYs lessons for this drama are not "Bloody revenge won't bring you happiness" or sth to that effect, it's "Bloody revenge is fine, as long as you tell your wife about it!" He has learned that lesson well though and now he believes in NN more than anyone so when they are separated he knows she'll be able to handle stuff on her own bc she's smart!!!!

The last evil guy to be a toady of the former emperor who deluded himself into thinking he survived to avenge him (and not bc he was too unimportant to be with him when he died) feels thematically appropriate to the whole show. 

Then we get to see them happy and reunited and a lovely shot with the whole Cheng fam (and empy being Angy that they didn’t get married in front of him so it doesnt count. He always was their biggest shipper)

I’ve seen people upset that we didnt get a big wedding, but idk i don’t think that was necessary. 

#love like the galaxy #I RAMBLE #A LOT #cdrama

[star-going-supernova]

Gregory was like, "hey is this you? No? Cool, brb gotta go commit a crime for you! Get well soon :)." And Vanessa immediately just accepted it. This woman has been adopted by feral children before and it SHOWS. Also, there's definitely other homeless people camped out around her place watching to see if she's okay and nobody can convince me otherwise. They realized Vanessa wasn't at the Plex and decided to run surveillance/guard duty, most of them beings said feral children.

He really did show up to see if he could go full war criminal on Vanny, lol. Like, if it had been Vanessa, he still wouldn't have let the killing thing fly, but he would've felt bad about it.

Vanessa is sick, and the menace that is street rat Gregory is most emphatically not her problem.

Some homeless people are definitely watching out for her while Gregory takes care of the problem. I didn't find a good place to include it, but the people Vanny has killed so far are, tragically, some of the very homeless folks who Vanessa tries to help. The possibility of it being Vanessa hurt, but there were enough little disparities that they realized something else was going on.

#i answered a thing #argent l p #life and times of star

[gooeyslime]

As someone who over-analyses stuff to the point I need to memorise every single detail in every media I enjoy I decided to check the meanings/origins of the names of FNaF characters, to avoid any confusion/fights over which name is canon I'll use the ones that are confirmed by the games, no characters from the novels or names that most of the fandom agreed upon or the likes so no Evan and the likes, although I might make a follow-up with them later on to see how well they fit...

Let's start with the ones that I have little to say about, starting with Henry

So, ok, this doesn't really have a deep meaning or anything though in the novels Henry gets described as the total opposite, being very closed off and all so the meaning here is flipped on its head...

Now onto his daughter

Now this is also kinda lame but again the meaning is flipped because she's trapped in the Puppet and it is trapped in the gift box in FNaF 2 and later inside Lefty so it seems there's a pattern here...

Now Cassidy does get mentioned directly in the SB files for Princess Quest so I count that as a confirmed name, however...

This is pretty self explanatory and kinda lame especially with how important she is to the lore, being "the one (William) should not have killed" and all...

Speaking of William...

I'll refrain from going on my "good dad William" headcanon/tangent here because I gotta keep to canon and also I don't want to write another essay over this. So again the meaning is flipped, William is harming kids, though you could say he's a strong-willed warrior in the sense that he refuses to give up and die...

Next we have Mike

Now we're in Bible names territory and I do believe its meaning is flipped in a way, Michael is the one who ends up killing the crying child,albiet on accident, and he's been constantly chasing down William after the events of SL so you could say he's a "curse" to William...

Onto Elizabeth's

Again very religious names, this one is pretty vague especially if we try to flip the meaning... I guess depending on the timeline if Elizabeth died last her death would mark the scarcity of murders? I know a lot of people argue exactly how many kids William killed but the games keep showing us 6 dead kids plus Elizabeth and the crying child so her death could mark the end of the missing children incident, why he would stop is kinda confusing especially since in SB he's back to trying to kill kids...

Speaking of Security Breach and kids, time for the feral child

This one is perfect and we don't have to flip the meaning, Gregory is very much alert and watchful throughout the game, he doesn't trust Vanessa from the start despite having no real motivation for such suspicion and he turns out to be right...

Speaking of Vanessa

This one is definitely the most perplexing to me, why choose such a perfect name for Gregory but choosing a name that just means "Butterfly"? Now hear me out because this is one hell of a stretch:

First of all her name is of British origin which doesn't really mean shit most of the others were either of Hebrew or German origin but it's interesting nonetheless that out of all possible names the chose a British one despite her being American, they could have chosen any name and it would fit considering how vague Butterfly is... Or is it? Butterflies are often used as a symbolism for metamorphosis together with its other life stages and, well, she has gone through a metamorphosis although it wasn't a positive one, through Glitchtrap/William's brainwashing her she went from a game tester to a murderer in a rabbit suit...

Butterflies are also known to have a pretty short lifespan, most live up tp 2-3 weeks and while Security Breach is just one night who knows how long it has been since Vanessa turned into Vanny but it is interesting how in both Vanny endings we kill the butterfly either literally or figuratively by freeing her from Glitchtrap/William's control...

#fnaf #ramblings #this probablyeans nothing and I am just grasping at straws lol #henry emily #charlotte emily #william afton #michael afton #elizabeth afton #gregory fnaf #vanessa fnaf #vanny fnaf #cassidy fnaf #fnaf sb

[bhaalsdeepbat]

it happened i started writing "oops here's a baby" au while i outline what i wanna do with the scenes i have planned in my main retelling but with more durge emphasis thing. some ramblings

Vera is gonna have big bat ears as a child that she has to grow into. like her ears will be HUGE everyone will be like this poor fucking kid....then she grows into a killer queen

i'm obsessed with the idea of vera being able to charm people kinda young and using that to get people to spoil her lmao she'll lean hard into vampire tropes when younger to fit in, then chill out about it. Like it's kinda a phase, but not all of it lmao she just exaggerating some things

I had initially thought about giving her long hair, but I like the idea of a longer A-Line. Still short, but long enough she (leon until she's old enough to do her own hair) can braid the front sections and pin everything back when she needs to be Fancy. She's gonna murder some people before adulthood cus that bloodlust be strong with her double whammy. For her it's the scent and hunger. Like once they get her hunger under control she's fine.

I decided she'll have a familiar, but i gotta think more how i wanna do that bc considering it being part of her shadow magic and it being the hound of ill omen but working fanfic magic to make it a permanent summon that has a battle form.

also i'm thinking dhampir births = traumatic and if durge wasn't....durge they would have died. specifically i keep thinking of their claws ripping shit on the way out which is kind of a lot, but gives me the horrified at birthing feels so i'm into it.

Wren will struggle with how intense and vivid their thoughts get. They'll have the closest to what the Urges felt like, but not quite as strongly bc playing into "not strong enough blood connection to bhaal" type thing.

wren is going to be the quiet one of the two. they're a perceptive little fuck and tend to people watch. they're a little feral, but it's different from the feral they get when the urges be urging. there's no violence to their normal feral behaviors. they just sometimes act like a half-raised animal and spend a lot of time wildshaped as a wolf.

wren's best friends will be a pack of wild dogs and some of the stray cats. they'll get in trouble for sneaking some down to jaheira's secret place bc they'd find their way in pretty fucking quick and spend a lot of time with the animals down there. wren is jaheira's little freespirit. No locks can keep wren in or out. wren goes where wren wants.

like these two children will be opposites and some of it will be nature but also some of it nurture bc they're being raised in entirely different environments.

Wren will have SO much respect for life and death and treat corpses with reverence, but then Vera just. sometimes forgets that she's supposed to be treating corpses differently from the living, but all bodies have the potential to be alive or dead at any given moment and death just isn't permanent. plus just all the quirks the vampire spawn would have from their new status as the living dead.

#bat rambles #i just wanna cook durge and gnaw on them #so i have that outlined but i want to also like bring the other companions in more #never love an anchor au