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melancholic-and-delusional · 1 year

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Taking the BSD boys to a cat café pt.2

This can be either platonic or romantic. It's up to you. I apologize in advance if there are any mistakes because English isn't my first language.

Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Feat. Kunikida, Ranpo, Tetchou, Jouno, Sigma, Poe

Kunikida

This wasn't a part of his schedule to begin with. You basically begged him to let you take him on a surprise date, so he didn't know what to expect. When you guys arrived at the little cat café, you had to drag him in because, at first, he refused to enter such a "chaotic" place.

Now you were seated at a cute small table in the corner of the shop. He looked completely unimpressed. Sure, he liked cats, but being surrounded by so many of them while trying to drink his morning coffee wasn't his idea of a nice start of the day.

"We should have gone to a normal café! Now there's so many cat hairs on my pants and I have to go to an important meeting later! You should have listened to me and followed my prepared schedule!" he said in a panicked manner.

"I mean, it isn't as bad as you make it out to be. Come on now. If you actually tried to enjoy it instead of just complaining, perhaps you would actually have a good time. "

"Fine" was all he said before standing up from the comfortable chair and making his way to the closest to him cat. He kneeled down and began petting it. You watched from afar, chuckling to yourself. It was such a poor attempt. Each stroke of his hand seemed so forced, and yet he continued because he didn't wish to make you sad.

"Just relax! You look like a robot. At this point, I'm just waiting for you to run out of battery and collapse to the floor. " You laughed, and he looked towards you with slight irritation.

"I'm trying my best over here!" You stood up and handed him one of the cat toys lying around. You told him to just calm down and do it as he feels is right. Then, he was finally able to fully enjoy the moment. It wasn't so bad after all.

After your little hang-out, he felt happy, but he still had to make a quick stop at home to change into a new pair of pants. Perhaps some other day, when he doesn't have any other important thing to attend to, you can go to the cat café again.

Ranpo

He loves sweets and cats, so going to a cat café seemed like the perfect way to make use of your time that day.

He ordered himself way too many cat-shaped cookies and a cup of hot chocolate. You were both enjoying your snacks when, out of nowhere, a cat climbed up on the table. Curious, it started sniffing the delicious food. Ranpo reached out to grab the cat and pulled it towards him.

"These are mine. Got it?" he laughed and started petting the cat. His gaze, however, never left his desert, and he soon grabbed a cookie and put it into his mouth. That provoked the cat's attention, and the little animal stood up on its back legs and looked towards him, resting its paws upon his chest.

"Quite a curious creature, huh?"

Ranpo ended up feeding the cat some food the café provided him with while also eating his own. It was honestly heartwarming watching him and the cat.

He ended up coming again to the same café to visit his new buddy, but upon finding out the cat got adopted, he became a little sad.

Tetchou

He enjoys visiting different cafés and restaurants, so when you proposed the idea of going to the new cat café that opened last month, he was down for it.

"Do you happen to serve ketchup with your strawberry cupcakes?" You watched the waitress give Tetchou a puzzled look at his extraordinary request. She said that they didn't have ketchup in the first place and left to fetch your orders. After five minutes, she brought them.

"How do you even eat these things?" you asked while glancing at him pour ketchup he got from the fast-food restaurant next door over his cupcake. Tetchou just glanced back at you and asked you what you meant by that. "Never mind."

Half an hour had passed, and you both had already finished your drinks and food. Now, Tetchou was observing the cats. He hadn't touched a single one ever since he got there with you. He just silently watched them lay around and do their thing. You decided to go play with the animals, but he refused to join you. Instead, he continued gazing at you and the cats.

"What a lovely display," he said, and a small grin appeared on his face.

Jouno

Convincing him to join you on your trip to the local cat café was hard, but convincing him to leave was harder.

"I can't believe that a cat can be so desperate for such little amount of food," he mentioned while holding a small star-shaped treat with his thumb and pointer finger. He was holding it above the cat but refused to give it to the poor creature.

"Quit being a jerk!" You yelled over to him, and he finally let go of it. The cat instantly ate it.

"I'm just playing with the cat." he smiled at you cheekily.

"You've been doing that for the past 10 minutes now," you reminded him and lightly smacked his head, making him gasp.

"We should come here again sometimes. It's quite fun to tease animals, " he said and chuckled.

Sigma (slight manga spoilers ahead)

Sigma has been conscious for only 3 years, so he hasn't experienced the joy of visiting a cat café yet. When you asked him to go to one with you, he was happy to accompany you.

"This latte is absolutely delicious," he said as he drank the last sup of it. The next moment, he was on the furry carpet playing with a bunch of cats.

"I didn't expect you'd enjoy this so much."

"I didn't either." He smiled warmly at you as he rubbed the chin of a cute kitty.

Sigma was so accustomed to being used in each relationship he had. Everyone wanted something from him, and after they acquired it, they would abandon him. But not you. You didn't want anything from him. Most importantly, you treated him as a friend. He truly treasured this moment of happiness he felt while he was with you.

After that day, he ended up asking you to go out again to the same cat café with him. This quickly became a frequently visited place by the two of you and a place that he would always remember.

Poe

The idea of spending time around more cats than people seemed appealing to Poe, so he agreed to join you on your trip to the new cat café. Of course, he brought Karl.

You two were enjoying your beverages, and Karl was munching on a cookie when a cat approached your table. Poe reached out to pet it and ended up forgetting about his surroundings for a few seconds. He soon realized that something was missing. Karl!

He turned around to see Karl playing with two cats. It was as if the raccoon was a cat itself.

"Oh Karl!" Poe gasped as he watched the three animals play. It was truly an adorable sight. You chuckled when you realized he was worried for nothing. The two of you continued watching the animals play and drank your coffees.

Thank you so much for reading this. I apologize if any of the characters seemed OOC, and I am always open to constructive criticism. If you want to request something of me to write then you can always do that. My rules are pinned on my profile.

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walli3darl1ng · 1 year

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howdy there Neighbour!!

Can I request the Welcome home ppl reacting to a half cybertronian(transformers) half human reader?

Like!! The reader comes through into the welcome home by accident due to their travelling device not functioning properly! I'd love to see their reactions!!@ but Frank also questioning what even is the reader species might be funni

Hello neighbor!! <3

Thank you for requesting! I’ll try my best. Also you’ll be so cool to them!

Also look at me go! Posting twice😭

It was a sunny afternoon with the welcome home neighborhood and they were having their weekly picnic just up the hill.

Everyone was playing and having fun when the sky got darker and the clouds got grayer, swirling around in the middle.

“What’s happening?” Julie asks in fear as she covers herself from the strong winds, clinging to Barnaby.

As they all hold onto each other they see what looks like a ball of light shoot from the center of the black hole and fall down a little deeper in the woods. This caught most of the crew’s attention and out of all Eddie was the first to take action and run over to where it landed.

“Eddie?!”

“Wait for us!”

“Hurry, guys!”

And off they went to see that fell from the sky! Was it aliens? Monsters?! No, it was you getting off your little pod.

You are gears and metal wires but you’re human shape? And your face is human enough. What could you be? And what are you doing here?

You groan and shake your head, lifting your robotic arm and clicking a button to show a hologram of a map. “No signal? That’s not possible.” You mumbled.

The soft neighborhood glance at each other before Barnaby stepped on a branch causing it to snap loudly. “Barnaby! You’re gonna scare them off!”

“Im sorry it was an accident!”

“Julie I think you’ll scare them away with that yelling.” Wally cuts in while holding two bush branches on either side of his head to keep him hidden. Very poorly but it’s the thought the counts.

“That’s mean, Wally! I’m telling Home!”

“Tell them. All I have to do is sing to them-“

“Uh, guys, this is not the time-“

“Hello?” Frank was Interrupted by your smooth voice and turns to see you’re now in front of them with a small, amusing smile.

Up close you do look human but looking at your arms and fingers they can tell it’s robotic. With ball joints and moving gears when you lift your hand to wave at them. “Hi..”

Julie, Barnaby and Sally were the first ones to inspect you from head to toe, vocalizing their interest of your unique appearance. As well as looking at your little home pod. “Oh! Careful, I don’t want you to get hurt!” You’ll say as you see them climbing on the pod then giggling when poppy scolds them and makes them get off.

Howdy is amazed when you transformed and added a new arm to help you take the pod off the ground. He’s not the only one with more then two arms! He doesn’t feel as lonely.

Eddie and Frank are both curious and fearful. It’s cool that you can do all this stuff and seeing their friends gush over you is adorable they just don’t knew what you are exactly. Are you human? Robot? Both? That now want to take as much information of you and your kind; speaking of, are there more of you? Do you have family?

Poppy is afraid the trio will break you! You look so durable yet so fragile? Like you’ll break easily. She thinks your nice since you’re keeping the trio occupied with a video of dancing fruits on a hologram screen.

Wally is just a curious and cautious kitty. His eyes are wide with wonder right now. Especially seeing the dancing fruits. He saw and apple and lost it.

Turns out you were on your way home but the portal was built incorrectly and sent you here. So all you have to do is take it down and built it again. But that would take months and you’ll need to charge up before putting your motherboard through that.

For the meantime,

Welcome home.

#welcome home #wally darling #welcome home wally #welcome home x reader #welcome home x you #welcome home poppy #welcome home frank #welcome home julie #welcome home howdy #welcome home sally #welcome home eddie #welcome home barnaby

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wrathful--artist · 1 year

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Caged Bird and Chased Mouse

Part 2.5: The Traveler, Bird, and Eagle

A/N: OKAY I KNOW ITS BEEN A HOT MINUTE, I DONT WRITE AND HAVE BEEN READING FANFICTION AND WENT TO SEE A MUSICAL. Anyways like,,, sends me asks i need some social interactions it doesnt even have to relate to the story, once i get further into this story and have more characters you guys can request headcannon stuff! Also im basing some of the emotion stuff on my personal experience when playing these story quests.

No Warning!

Lumine is exhausted.

She’s currently resting in a room given to her by Dunyarzad, thinking over the last few days. Normally, when helping people like Tighnari, Collei, and Dunyarzad, shes fine thanks to her Creator leading her and showing her with their heavenly warmth. But without it, it has drained her of all energy, unable to give answers that once came easy to her in conversations. Paimon has filled in whenever those moments come up.

While doing Tighnari ‘quest’ (as her adventure guild book tells her, it has unique writing not like how Katheryne has written with an almost robotic font, so Lumine has chosen to assume that it was her lovely Creator), she imagined what it would’ve felt like to have her Creator lead her (her Creator was sure to cry about the poor scientist and his creation, they are such a caring and sensitive deity even for such a non-living, lifeless creature).

During the trip to the City of Sumeru, Lumine has felt a slight tug on her heart- No, her very soul. She is blindly hopeful that shes getting closer to her beloved Creator, the one thing that has been a constant in her long, long trip throughout Tevyat. Perhaps that last mark on her map was a message from her Creator, telling her where to find them, for only their most devote follower.

Lying down in the bed, Lumine has a feeling that something important is going to happen tomorrow, something that will hopefully lead her to that heavenly warmth that she has been depraved up,

Sabzeruz Festival.

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Nahida has been working hard.

She’s been doing everything in her power, in her small godly body to make sure the Sages wont take them away. She may not remember who they are but Celestia be damned if she let something so familiar and comforting be torn away from her. They’ve been asleep for weeks, almost 2 months, or 57 days to be precise (Nahida doesn’t normally like to count the days of somethings like her imprisonment but she needs to make sure they don’t somehow die or sleep for too long). She didn’t want to let go the warmth the stranger brought to her, that was so unlike the cold and sterile environment of the sanctuary she saw everyday for the past 500 years.

She’s made it so if they tried to remove the stranger from her prison, something would go wrong and mess with the Akasha so horribly that it would be down for who knows how long, and since all citizens were dependent on the Akasha, the sages weren’t willing to take that risk. Especially when their plan seems so focused on using the Akasha for.. something, something big and dangerous. So the Sages had decided to let the caged bird have her toy, for now.

Nahida cuddled up to the prone body of the stranger, wanting to feel more of the comforting warmth she felt in the dream space. She hoped they would meet again soon in the dreamscape, maybe they would do something nice like sing to her or something…

Nahida let herself sleep, and decided to pass the time until the Sabzeruz Festival came by looking at dreams, hoping that with that the stranger’s subconscious would let her in again.

She wishes she had been more greedy and have them talk more, their voice was nice.

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Al Haithem is confused, yet curious.

The Sages ushered him into the Sanctuary of Surasthana, needing him to act as a scribe and record their research for an upcoming plan of theirs.

When he walked in he saw…

It was them. The stranger- no wait, Imposter if he remembered correctly (which he did) - he met months ago, the one who was incredibly suspicious yet intriguing. They gave off a form of aura, that felt… warm. He let them off the hook to see what they’d do at that time, not expecting them to be the infamous Imposter that a few Nations had warned others about. In his opinion, they looked just like the creator, but they didn’t seem malicious by any means. Only scared, as if a tiny mouse being hunted by packs of foxes.

It makes sense though, they’re being hunted by every nation just because they shared the same face. Al Haithem personally thought they were going a bit far, it’s idiotic to punish someone who happened to share a face with the All Mighty Creator.

One of the Sages cough to get his attention.

“Yes?” He replies with pen and scroll in hand, ready to record for them.

“You seemed lost in thought, a dangerous thing for a scribe to be doing, especially with such precious information as this.” One spoke up with an attitude

“Well, I realized I knew who that stranger is in the orb,” Al Haithem points with his pen, where Lesser Lord Kusanali was seemingly cuddling up with the Imposter, “It’s the rumored Imposter, the one who wears the Creator’s face.”

The Sages take a double take, walking towards the center to try and get a good view of the strangers face. It may have been squished slightly against the ‘glass’ but it was, in fact, the same face. The revelation starts a murmur with the Sages, as Al Haithem observes the Imposter,

Feeling a…

Tug in his chest.

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Okay okay i know i was gone for awhile, but do you like this filler? Lumine won for which traveler should be the one I use so yeah, shes her now.

oh god so many people to tag

If your name is crossed out it means I could tag you Im sorry :(

Taglist: @no-name-omo @moosieman12345 @tinandabin @esthelily @d0rmiens-fact0rem @lunalily19 @meerpea @justasleepyboi @lunarianillusion @cumbermovels @allblognamesaretakenlikereally @dulleyeddreamer @ello-its-me-ya-boi @jayastronomicnova @apple-ai @campanula-rotundifolia @kokomisimpppp @the-dumber-scaramouche @aintrovertmortal @i-loveyou013

#genshin impact #au #genshin nahida #genshin fanfic #genshin sagau #sagau #imposter sagau #sagau x reader #genshin impact sagau #genshin alhaitham #genshin #not me trying to be a writer again #still an artist #fluff #ig

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blaperile · 3 months

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Homestuck: Beyond Canon (reactions pages 554- 576)

Wow, that was quite a heavy update.

I love that we finally got some insight into Yiffy's personality! Feels like she got a lot from Rose there, haha.

Too bad we still don't have dialogue from her yet though, I wonder when we'll get that honour.

But yikes, that tension between Kanaya, Rose and Jade. When Kanaya started putting on her lipstick I got REALLY afraid that the lipstick was going to turn into her chainsaw and that she was going to attack Jade with it. Good thing that didn't happen.

Rose and Kanaya's relationship has gone through a lot across both Meat and Candy!

What's drawing my attention MOST OF ALL though is that shot of Jade's captchalogue card!!

That's clearly a hand with stitches on it… which heavily implies it to be a STUFFED CORPSE. :o

We know Jade and her Grandpa had quite a history with stuffing corpses, so this immediately makes you wonder… whose corpse is this? And just what is the Homestuck Beyond Canon team planning on doing with it?

The most obvious candidate is Candy Dave's corpse! He recently died, from Jade's perspective, and she was most likely the first one to find his corpse. So if her old mannerisms surfaced again, perhaps she immediately stuffed him?

It's kind of a strange pose for this hand, but maybe his corpse is still lying in about the same pose Jade found him in?

If they all end up in a new SBURB session, does this mean we're going to get a new Davesprite???

And what impact would it have on Davebot, if any? Seeing as it's technically Candy Dave's consciousness (in ultimate self form) inhabiting the robot, would it be pulled from the robot into the sprite and cause the robot to explode (just like Aradia experienced when she went God Tier)?

Even the "WEE WOO" text beneath the panel is heavily implying this, using red and orange text, much like Dave and Davesprite's text colors.

An alternate interesting theory raised by abundantChewtoys is that it's Candy Dirk's corpse. I don't think it's very likely considering that they had a funeral for him and all, but it would be another notable corpse here in the candy timeline Jade could technically get her hands on AND it also fits with the text colors (Dirk's orange and Arquiusprite's red).

Finally another excellent point abundantChewtoys raised is that this update made sure to point out that Rose never buried her Mom. But then what DID happen to her body? Was it left on the Battlefield?

I may recall John or pre-retcon Jade having mentioned that they had a funeral for the dead Guardians on the 3-year trip on the Prospitian battleship? I might be remembering that wrong though. I can't find it with the search function, so my mind might be making it up.

But in any case, post-retcon Jade was ALONE on the ship, she had no John or Davesprite with her. So, knowing her family history, it's POSSIBLE she stuffed the corpses of John's Dad and Rose's Mom (and Dave's Bro?)… and that she still has those corpses with her?!

Anyway, most likely it's "just" Candy Dave's corpse, but it's hilarious to think of the other possibilities as well. At least we know for sure it's not a troll corpse considering the white human-like hand, hahahahaha.

I also just want to point out that this green captchalogue card implies this to be Jade's Pictionary modus… which would mean Jade had to DRAW the corpse to captchalogue it… think about that for a minute. Yikes. :(

It's interesting how in both Meat and Candy we currently have someone holding onto a dead corpse (Terezi holding on to John's body and Jade hanging on to this mysterious body who may or may not be Dave). Where is this leading? New Sprites in a SBURB session or something else entirely?

Finally I just want to talk about James Roach his newpost, where he hints one or more [S] pages are upcoming a few months from now!!!

I'm VERY excited about that, but also very curious what it could be about…

Ever since this new creative team took over we've got plenty of updates which seem to be building up to everyone heading to the Plot Point at the meteor. So are we going to get an [S] page featuring an epic confrontation between Jane and the rebels at the meteor, tying up everything that's happened so far in Candy and ending this "Act"?

Maybe that same page will also be the one to finally reveal what the Plot Point truly is. Is it some kind of portal (like from Hiveswap) to the Meat timeline or is it something else entirely?

My mind has been going crazy on theorizing and imagining where this could be going.

If everyone is gathering on the meteor and the Plot Point will activate then and there, what if it will somehow transport the entire meteor to the Meat timeline and have it go to Deltritus??

That would be an absolutely crazy but also amazing way to merge the Meat and Candy storylines into one.

Alternatively, I would find it hilarious if the Candy meteor transports to Meat Earth and it turns out that Calliope and Caliborn grew up there in the distant future (making it a combination of Candy and Meat, which is an appropriate symbol for both Cherubs).

#Homestuck #Homestuck: Beyond Canon #update #upd8 #update reaction #Yiffy Lalonde Harley #Jade Harley #Dave Strider #Kanaya Maryam

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the-ninja-legacy-whip · 6 months

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So I adore your worldbuilding and how you've mixed the worlds of the show and movie-

That being said, I'm curious how a three-way crossover between the legacyverse, the show, and the movie would go. Into the Ninjaverse, if you will

I'm not even gonna lie, I daydream about this all the time—

Show!Kai is Legacy!Kai but much more aggressive, while Movie!Kai is Legacy!Kai but more passive. They spend most of their time trying to puzzle out how they all wound up so different despite leading similar lives. Movie!Kai does have a conniption over Legacy!Kai once being friends with Chad (and not Show!Kai asking Legacy!Kai for dating tips gfdsgfd)

Show!Jay = Bastard!Jay and Movie!Jay= Uwu!Jay.......so, both are immensely jealous of Legacy!Jay who somehow gets the best of both worlds, on top of being able to teleport and fly consistently (but Legacy!Jay is the one that nearly loses an eye, so who's really losing here) (also, since Movie!Jay is actually single, Sunni starts rubbing her hands together like "my chance at LAST")

Legacy!Cole is vastly unimpressed with the other Coles (to him, one cares way too much while the other doesn't care nearly enough) and struggle to find common ground with each other since, unlike the Kais, their upbringings all turned out way, way different from each other (but of course all of them do unite in their passion for music/dancing)

Legacy!Zane learning that he has no mother (!!!) and that his father dies twice instead (!!!!!!) in Showverse, along with discovering just how robotic he is Movieverse, even without turning titanium. Multiple mental crises ensue.

All three versions of Nya are just chilling, although Show!Nya has some reservations about the other two "surrendering their independence" to be ninja, while Movie!Nya can't even fathom ever not wanting to be a ninja. Legacy!Nya sympathizes with both sides and thus is torn about her own decisions.

The only real sources of shock for the Lloyds are Legacy!Lloyd's op abilities and their age differences. Show!Lloyd is like 10 (if this is during the first half of S2), Legacy!Lloyd just turned 14, and Movie!Lloyd just turned 16, so their levels of life experience are quite different. They are, however, unified in the distress over their dad of course (and Show!Lloyd is a little envious of the other two getting to have their mom in their lives). Show and Movie agree that Legacy is probably the most terrifying out of the three of them, for reasons they can't quite explain why.

Jesse reveling in there being three Coles lmao, but then subsequently freaking out because he simply does not exist in Showverse (or worse, he's just that Fuchsia Ninja from Crystalized lmfao) and is basically useless in Movieverse. Legacy!Cole assures him that he is glad he gets to love have him in their universe tho.

Legacy!Olivia in outrage that there is no Shark Army in Showverse, and horrified at what does go down in the Movieverse. She is, however, a little distressed that her father (who is not her counterpart's father) is alive in Movieverse...but it's her alter-self that winds up getting killed. Whoa, man.

Legacy!Harumi getting real concerned when she can't find her Movie!counterpart, on top of how much worse Show!Harumi's life is than hers, against the odds. She starts dreading what *she's* gonna be in for, if her life can't seem to find peace in any universe–

Legacy!Antonia can't find her counterparts (as she believes they just haven't met their ninja yet, which technically isn't wrong) and thus has way more fun riling up everyone else and documenting all their difference. She also tends to play mediator for everyone else when things get out of hand

Harleigh, meanwhile: WHERE THE HELL AM I?!?!?! Show!Ronin: ...I think I just felt a disturbance in the forces that be

#INTO THE NINJAVERSE #ninjago #legacyverse #the ninja legacy whip #content tag

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wolfnesta · 1 year

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My first ever Neris 🔥🖤 for the last day of @nestaarcheronweek

I needed to add some Nessian to make this work out. Warning it’s a tad nsfw. Special thanks to my friends who took the time to read and give me great feedback ❤️ thanks for all the effort and nice words @sunlightsage

Nesta

“Nes,” his sleepy voice rasps in my ear as I feel the gentle stroke of his fingers across my abdomen.

I click the lock button on my phone, my dilating pupils sending my vision for a spin. His hand moves away as a I shift to lay my head on his chest listening to the steady beat of his heart, feeling his warmth.

Letting my eyes close I hum in response. His arm encircles me, holding me tightly against him already back asleep. The warmth suddenly becomes too much, too hot, his arm heavy. I shift around, the discomfort grating. Suddenly I need to feel cool air on my skin.

Grabbing Cassian’s shirt and throwing it over my naked body, the cold bites my skin from being overly hot a moment ago.

Silently making my way to the kitchen, I check the time—great. Only 4 hours of sleep at the most for me. I grab a water bottle from the refrigerator and lean my hip against the counter. After few sips of the cold water soothing my throat I hadn’t realized I really had been thirsty. I run my fingers through my hair with the calming effect of the cool water I’m forced to realize the restlessness I had been feeling before truly had just been a despondence that refused to let me out of its grip.

As I continue sipping I click the lock screen on my phone again, the brightness assaulting me in the dark kitchen illuminated only by the glow of the connecting hallway light. I don’t know what I was expecting as I stare at the list of names on my contacts. An answer written there by some divine intervention, maybe.

Please— I don’t know what I’m begging for but its all I can feel. I close my eyes trying to block out his image but there he is. Closing my eyes doesn’t make a difference. Finishing my water I go back to bed.

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Eris

I breath in the smell of coffee and that sweet, woodsy smell of new books I love as I slowly stalk the row of books, scanning each spine wondering which one will make me more curious than the next. I stare at a book with dark unassuming leather binding yet the title is set in deep elegant etching, The Choir of Fire.

Triumphantly I pluck the book and head out. Reading, amongst a few other frowned upon activities, had become a regular way of escaping for me though I would never admit it. As a child it had been anything I could get my hands on although now with my father dead I had the liberty to be picky.

Beron had been a tough love kind of man, always the toughest on me as the eldest. It wasn’t until years after his death and cutting ties with my family that I realized what the correct term was—abuse. I hated to think of it because there had been love for him and such a deeply ingrained respect. Sometimes on drunk nights when my mind was loose I realized it had always just been fear. I chose to block that out too.

Suddenly I see her. It would be hard not to. Her lips, eyes, everything is beautiful but it’s the soft skin of her neck I notice the most, an endearing little mole right above her collar bone, elegant and fragile. Her collar is slightly open so even if I don’t look directly I can see the soft cleft of her breast peaking at me in my peripheral.

The effect on me is not visible on the outside although my mind is racing—why hadn’t I come to this book store before? It’s my turn next in line and she hardly glances at me as she grabs my book, “Did you find everything okay today?” Robotic.

I let my lip curl, just a slight tilt of the corner of my lip, “Of course.” She wraps up the book and hands it to me unfazed. I grab it just barely skimming her finger. Just the edge.

Anyone watching wouldn’t have thought anything about this normal transaction yet something tells me this girl is watchful. Gorgeous. A challenge. It’s at the last second I see the sly look in her eyes, the tiny lift of her eye brow, so brief Im not sure if I imagined it, that tells me she’s good. But I know that I’m better.

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Nesta

I gasp. I can’t help it and I know he loves it.

After a few lingering looks across bookshelves, a shared dance during our first date where I came to learn the feel of his beautiful hands on me as we let the music consume us, we had started a relationship of sorts that consisted of this back and forth power play. Despite the thrill of it there were soft moments in between where we had gotten to know each other more than either of us cared to admit. He had managed to ensnare me like the amber in his eyes, keeping me frozen in this state of constant anticipation that was all the more thrilling for its uncertainty.

As he lays me down and stakes his claim I try to remind myself that it’s me in control.

He had ignored my second text today and I had refused to care except that I never ever double texted any man. I knew everything he did was as deliberate and calculated as everything I did. But I’m better than him.

I knew were to find him tonight, although seeing him flirting when I arrived wasn’t surprising considering we both refused to claim ourselves as exclusive, it had still irked me. But the more satisfying my victory would be. All it took was for me to sit back, angle myself just right, appear passive and bored, before some guy was offering a dance.

Most men didn’t have the dancing chemistry I craved, I usually looked to girls for that. But that was before I had set foot on the dance floor with Eris. This man though, fortunately, had shown a bit of skill aside from a few fumbles her and there. It made me pay him a sliver of extra attention than my vengeful tirade required.

He was tall and rugged. His nose slightly wide in a way that only a male of his proportions could balance. His eyes were slightly deep set sitting below perfect eyebrows. Such a contrast to Eris whose high cheek bones and tilted eyes gave him precise elegance.

After I knew was more than enough time, finding that I was actually enjoying myself, I finally separated from him. The look on his face had elicited a slight prickle of guilt that made me offer a genuine smile. Maybe he noticed the sadness behind it, maybe he didn’t.

I purposefully looked directly at the sleek red head watching us as I turn my back on the man. Cassian he had said his name was. He might’ve been good company if I had paid him more attention.

Eris’s face was expressionless something we’re both expertly good at when we play this little game. A reason that makes me crave it more.

I had decided to make my exit then despite knowing departing so soon would be a blatant sign to Eris this whole outing had been because of him and his failure to respond to my message. But feeling satisfied at the reminder that two could play at that game I suddenly yearned to be curled in my blanket, book in hand.

Not quite outside yet I felt Cassian’s hand on my arm “Would you let me walk you to your car? The men eyeing you here… I feel like its not safe.” I refused to look away from Cassian as he spoke even as I felt a slight ruffle of air breezing by. Eris’s cologne drifted to me—a warm rich smell, something like pepper and mahogany.

“Sure” I had replied. Although cute I had refrained myself from mentioning that having gone to bars alone before his offer was just as much to be careful of as any other man’s seeing how he was also a stranger.

I hadn’t bothered to cut through the awkward silence during the walk to my car. Let it scare him off I thought. But he surprised me a second time when he blurted “I’m not sure what you were up to tonight. But I’m sure it worked. I’m glad I got to dance with you.” To hell with it everything, I thought, as I winked admitting to him, “It was fun.”

Feeling generous we exchanged numbers and I drove off in my fairly new car although nothing overly fancy. A last insult from my dead grandmother who had been beyond wealthy but had requested having her assests sold, everything pooled together and donated to select charities.

It had been her way of ensuring that even in death by giving to those in need everyone would love her despite being a monster, leaving the most meager of her things for her one granddaughter she had been stuck with raising. As a reminder how disappointing I had turned out to be.

Then there had been the intense satisfaction I had felt upon seeing Eris already parked outside my house. A luxurious car courtesy of his father. I thought of the way Eris would clam up at the mention of him and I knew. Beron and my grandmother were cut from the same tree. They either would have loved each other or hated each other. Good thing they were both dead.

Him being there meant sometime between my small exchange with Cassian and my leisure drive home he must have floored it to my place. His way of allowing me to see that I had in fact gotten under his skin tonight as well.

It’s this thought that culminates the days events, no matter how petty, and I can’t help the smile that comes to my face. That knowing smile I know grates on him yet turns him on all at once. I had won this round and he knew it.

And so even as I fight for control my gasp has our kisses turning sloppier. As we reach for each other in desperation. Our clothes are shed and I cant wait to have him inside me and demand him to put me in my place. Who is winning this round again? I cant remember as I let him overtake my senses.

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Eris

Her soft hand splays against my bare thigh. I still as my brain tells me to whisper a thousand words into her ear just like they do every time from the first of our joining’s. I pull myself upright and stare at her face, at her body laid out for me against her bed we had barely managed to make it to. If I look directly at where we are joined I might become undone.

“Let me make you mine, Nesta. Just tonight.” The wild look in her eyes soften, “I need this. I think about this all the time, don’t you understand?” I lay back down covering her with my body and place a kiss on that little tiny mole, trace her jaw and collar bone with my fingers. “There is no one like you for me. Why the fuck did you look so comfortable with that brute tonight.”

She whimpers as this last thought has me setting a rough pace and shes quickly coming undone, the tips of her long nails digging into my skin.

Through the rush, all my senses alert and engaged, I still can’t help it. From giving her that same sly little grin she had given me too as she had entered the house. That had me grabbing her to me, bypassing any silly words when we both knew better. And I slow down right before she comes. I have her wrapped around my finger.

—

Nesta

Cassian adores constant touches much to my chagrin since I hate PDA. He has been staying at my house more and more. Since I haven’t spoken or seen Eris in months. Despite my distaste for domesticated life with a partner. I enjoy my personal space but I have come to care for Cassian in a sort of grateful way. The care he has persisted in showing me despite being so cold with him initially. It is the thought of a compromise that makes me reach over and twirl a strand of his soft brown hair around my finger.

He grins immediately. I have to turn away, wondering how something so simple—a pull of a few facial muscles her and there— can be so easy for some yet so hard for others.

“Let’s do movie night,” he says. We had just arrived from work and we were both an exhausted heap on the couch. Undoing my braid with my fingers and massaging my scalp I say, “Sounds like a plan to me.”

We order food and head to pick it up making a quick stop at the convenience store for some drinks. Cassian’s easy smiles and playful teasing make me ease into the night. Rough around the edges and amazing in bed, I was grateful for him even if in the most dark recesses of my mind I admit I needed someone that was the complete opposite of Eris. To help me let go.

It had been almost a year since I had blocked Eris from everything short from my email. Sometimes I catch myself wondering what went wrong, yearning. He had caught me off guard after asking me to join him in a visit to his fathers grave. I had wanted to repay the sentiment, to acknowledge how important this step was, but I couldn't help resenting the things his relationship with his dead father reminded me of mine with my grandmother. I had hated the feelings I felt arise, ones I hadn’t even known I had. There had been fights between us before but not one like we had that night.

Afterward my mind couldn’t wrap around the problem let alone find a way to fix it. There were times since then I unreasonably wished he would come by the book store or run into me somehow. Just to see him, to remember.

But everything we both did was deliberate… wasn’t it?

The uneventfulness of the day suddenly comes to a jarring stop and I feel my breath stop as I notice him. At my disinterest all I see is a figure down a different isle but it would be hard not to pay him closer attention. The first thing I had noticed when I first laid eyes on him was his hair much like I do right now. Perfectly tousled, the deepest red. I remembered how he had given me an offended look during one of our initial toying with each other, after I had asked him if he dyed it regularly. How I had savored his annoyance until he responded in question if my boobs were real. I still remember that little signature smile he gave me that first time we met thinking himself so slick.

I kept walking as if nothing had changed even if my world felt like it had just been tipped upside down by his presence. I stay silent as Cassian grabs me a pack of tea and he grabs himself a pack of electrolyte drinks

I reach to help but he stops me with a wink, “Come on Nes, if I can lift you up when you ask me to then I can carry these.” I huff in response. I’ve never been comfortable with information of my sex life so nonchalantly mentioned like that but I know my voraciousness in bed makes it hard for him not to tease.

We turn and he’s right there, the hint of his cologne enveloping me. My heart involuntarily starts beating frantically. Eris never shows his hand unless he wills it. I never let anyone see mine either. The way he stands so close looking at me so intently—I know that he wants something, to see something. As bad I have been wanting it.

—

Eris

I think back on that awful night so many times. My number one rule, to never let anyone in, I had broken it wanting to let her see a part of me I had yet to fully understand myself. But she hadn’t wanted to. She had resisted me and everything else had become a blur for hating myself for exposing to her a weakness I had.

Truth be told I had tried to ignore her after that. But then I called, I had called her every night. I called her knowing she wouldn’t pick up to torture myself. Yet still I refused to let her have the satisfaction of forcing me to search for her. Of finding out that she had ensnared me like the storm in her blue gray eyes, keeping me locked in this constant state of confusion and desire. I had tried to throw myself into the endless names in the dating pool but I couldn’t remember any of them.

As if cruel fate wanted to give me a reminder of what I had or what I possibly thought I had I see her content with that man tonight. So alone as I drive I scream. I let out the frustration and pent up desires. For how long I don’t know but finally I breathe through my nose and out through my mouth. I want to hate her and yet I don’t. I adjust myself, my shirt, turn my music down to a steady volume.

I know what I saw today.

—

Nesta

Back in my room I sit on the edge of my bed. I unlock my phone once more. I breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth. I slowly type his name. His full name—even if it’s the first thing to come up with just one letter.

I touch it. My fingers hover. I close my eyes and unblock.

#nesta archeron #eris vanserra #neris #nestaweek2023 #maybe I’ll expand but probably not

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THE SI-5 WILL PAY FOR THEIR SINS IF I HAVE TO WRITE THE FIC FOR IT MYSELF! BLESSIE WILL BE AVENGED! (or my reaction to episodes 32-34 and mini episode 5 of Wolf359)

Sorry (again) for the delay, but I did warn you my schedule would be very inconsistent. Thank you everyone for your patience. At least I was able to finish these notes tonight.

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Episode 32: Controlled Demolition

I'm reacting to this while doing chores, so sorry if this is super brief. Hopefully it's not too plot heavy.

Have I mentioned I hate Kepler? Honestly the worst. I don't trust any of them.

Let's see...not a fan of Jacobi either. Of course I don't like Hilbert or his Decima project (which btw, it was very nice of the virus to not attack and kill Doug during his 100+ days alone in space without Hilbert keeping him stable). But Jacobi clearly doesn't know what he's doing, leave the dangerous chemicals alone!

Also the whole idea of Doug keeping someone on task...hilarious. Makes you wonder why Kepler REALLY gave him this assignment. Maybe to keep Doug distracted.

And then Maxwell. Looks like she has an interest in AI that's not entirely hostile, but at the end of the day, she's still working for the bad guys. When push comes to shove, she's gonna have to chose between Hera and Doug and Cutter and his errand boys. But I guess I hate her the least right now out of the three. She at least detected that Hera was in pain and is trying to do something. I hate to applaud someone for doing the bare minimum but that’s where we’re at I guess.

And Hera...you could have told Doug. He would understand. He's your friend.

I feel so bad for Hera. I just know they're gonna install some program in her that forces her to hurt her friends. It's only a matter of time.

Also, of course Kepler wants to play chess. That's the most villain thing ever, threatening someone over a chess board. Just once, I want to see a villain use a less ominous board game just to be funny. Like imagine Kepler with a nice Whisky in his hands mulling over a game of "Chutes and Ladders" or “Candyland”. It would be funny. Well at least Kepler embraces the villain aesthetic.

Though it's interesting: command doesn't know where the two years of Lovelace's life went. Or at least they claim. Now I'm curious. Was it the aliens? Is Lovelace a robot clone after all? Maybe Doug was right yet again!

A liability? Fire when ready? Oh my gosh is Jacobi gonna shoot Lovelace? Or Hilbert?

What was that?

Nice of Dr. Maxwell to make sure Hera wasn't in pain. But um...what did they just destroy on the Hephaestus? Another secret lab?

Oh my gosh. Just from the way Doug says the word "is". I've pause the episode but they better not have. THEY BETTER NOT HAVE.

If they did I'm gonna go insane.

NO.

THOSE BASTARDS.

USED TO BE?

BLESSIE DID NO HARM HE DIDN'T ASK TO BE CREATED! HE DIDN'T ASK TO BE BORN AND HE WASN'T PUTTING ANYTHING IN JEPORDY! HE WAS A GENTLE SOUL. 🥺

JACOBI AND KEPLER HAVE FORFITTED THEIR RIGHTS TO REDEMPTION ARCS. CUTTER'S ERRAND BOYS DESERVE NOTHING. 😠

Mixed feelings about Maxwell. At least she helped Hera but...she did it so they could kill Blessie. I still don't trust her.

"It's just business" WELL GUESS WHAT KEPLER? Maybe my business is about to become writing 500 fics where the plant monster eats you! How do ya like them apples?

You all knew this was coming didn't you? You, person reading this right now. You saw my love of the plant monster and hate for SI-5 and smiled to yourself. You've been waiting haven't you? Well dear readers. Here it is. I hope it was all worth it to you. Because for the rest of my Wolf359 reactions, I'm gonna have nothing but hate and contempt for Cutter's errand boys and their stupid chess games and inability to properly inspect a chemical lab.

Episode 33: Don't Poke the Bear

Yeah Hilbert, Doug is allowed to be mad at you. Just because there are worse devils in the world than you doesn't make you an angel.

Hey that's actually a pretty good quote. Good for me.

"You won't even know I'm here". You know Kepler, if you threw yourself out of the airlock, then you wouldn't be here at all, you plant murdering psychopath. I hope you drown in your own Whisky.

And stop talking. And slurping.

Never thought I'd support Hilbert, but Here. We. Are.

Kepler. What kind of childish power trip is this?

Oh ew. Jacobi. Maybe you can help Kepler out the airlock.

Wait...are they trying to tell them how to do this? ARE JACOBI AND MAXWELL BETRAYING KEPLER? Or is this all part of some grand scheme? Jacobi still shot Blessie, so even if he is helping them, I really don't care, and I don’t believe it.

Oh ew Kepler. You don't get to call Hilbert out. THAT'S MY JOB. You forfeited that right when you shot Blessie.

And stop pretending to care about Doug.

"Mr. Ballistics Dummy" okay Jacobi. "Mr. Errand Boy" it is.

Yeah Kepler seems pretty paranoid.

"I'd kill for five minutes in the achieves without red tape" "She's being metaphorical" ...why do I not believe that...

And Jacobi...you seem unusually calm and laid back about this. Why do I think this is all you trying to trap them?

"Just because we do awful things doesn't mean we have to like it". YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO ANYTHING. You're still morally responsible. Forgive me if a few tears shed over those you killed doesn’t cut it.

"This empty coffee cup outranks you" Kepler I hope one day your Whisky glass outranks you.

No decima research? Oh my goodness what a surprise! Command doesn't care about you Hilbert! Who could have seen this coming? Oh my gosh evil people stab each other in the back, I could have nevvvveeeerrrrr seen that one coming. 🙄

"He can be very...enthusiastic when it comes to guarding his secrets" Oh I bet.

THE WHISKEY SPEECH IS A ROUTINE SPEECH HE GIVES?

Kepler really is discount Cutter.

Ah...grand scheme it seems. I knew I was right to put Jacobi on my hit list. And Maxwell, it seems you're interested in joining the party. Welcome, welcome.

They didn't even deliver their letters? Man they are embracing the villain aesthetic.

"Kepler is manipulating you." Of course he is.

Solid advice Hilbert. "Don't trust me. But don't trust him either."

IT GREW HIS FINGERNAILS BACK?

Oh my. This is big. But then why does Cutter want to shut it down? Is he so against doing good that he won't do a good thing for society even if it will make him famous and considered a good guy for curing a ton of stuff? He really is the worst.

Episode 34: A Matter of Perspective

People need to be nicer to Doug. He has the least blood on his hands. And every time Jacobi and Kepler talk I lose brain cells. "I do evil but it's necessary" yeah, except it's not. It's literally not. What's wrong with you?

I don't care about the stupid superpowered three-legged pig.

Oh my gosh HE IS STILL GOING.

...

He can't even remember the punchline. Pathetic.

More music! 🎶🎶🎶

...They have board games?

Ugh. Pryce and Carter again. "The existential terror that is funzo."

Why is that in the manual? And if it is, why bring it to space? This raises so many questions.

Well at least it's not chess. Though it's no "Chutes and Ladders". Or “Candyland”.

Have I mentioned I hate SI-5 yet? Poor Doug.

Oh my gosh is this more funzo? Is the game even real?

"Hidden inwardness card"? "Time Vortex?" What sort of old-timey board game is this? Loyalty round? Wheel of ages? Sunken Idol? Celestial Steps?

At least Hera seems to like it. Did they bring it for the AIs? To keep them entertained?

WHAT IS THIS GAME. 😂

IS HILBERT THE REF? 😂 Oh my gosh he is being tortured.

Okay Jacobi and Kepler have history. But here's the thing Jacobi. There's a difference between a coach that pushes you to do your best on a football team, and a known murderer who pushes you to become a murderous psychopath.

WHY DO YOU TRUST HIM WITH YOUR LIFE JACOBI? He's crazy. Nutso. Why would you blow up Doug for him?

Oh. A forbidden picture of Doug. Maybe that's private. It does make me wonder about his past though...

"Reality Storm".

...ooohhhh... the "Golden Loyalty Card". How fancy.

I hope Pryce and Carter had fun designing the game. Sound like they really had a good time with it.

"I never wanted to be up here in space" well, then WHY ARE YOU HERE? WHY ARE YOU GIVING IT EVERYTHING?

"Kepler is gone" oh that's such a stupid cop out. "The old me died" nah, you're still here you're just making terrible life choices.

"Jacobi's a smart man" No, not really.

Oh great the pig joke.

Hahaha...that's not funny you psycho. That's not funny at all. It’s also clearly a metaphor for them. A slow death doesn’t make it any less of a murder.

Oh there's more? Is it just me or are the episodes getting longer.

It's his birthday again! And Christmas! Well, this is nice. They remembered this time. 🥰

"The same thing I do every night. I get older". Don't we all Doug. Don't we all.

Mini Episode 5: Long Story Short

What is the Argentinian incident?

Well I guess we'll never know.

Oh flashback land.

Yikes Kepler really seems to like to tell stories. HE HAD A FUNK BAND? HABERDASHERS? WHAT?

Well I guess even cold hearted villains need hobbies. Charges of insider trading? Saw Maxwell's feet? Okay that one was weird. What's out there in the woods? "I don't remember anything from 1987?" ...why are these silly stories getting more ominous.

Is that it? Yikes that really was short. Really short did I miss something? Okay, well I guess that's it.

Kepler should have stayed with his funk band. Maybe then he wouldn't be on my airlock launching list.

Thanks for reading dear readers. See you soon!

#bods wolf359 reactions #hera wolf 359 #renee minkowski #isabel lovelace #daniel jacobi #alana maxwell #warren kepler #wolf 359 #W359 #w359 #hera w359 #doug eiffel #alexander hilbert

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inhabited-by-something · 5 months

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(grips your shoulders) tell me about your alive elizabeth afton au

!!! Okay okay so. I have to make clear its not Just her, it's a whole "All the Afton kids live and are left to fend for themselves together with all their combined trauma" au but it's gotten very fleshed out for Liz specifically because my bestie @tibby and I love her ♡♡

But, to give you a very tldr background for this au (which I can/will elaborate more on later) in this version of things, Evan doesn't die from his birthday incident. He doesn't even get hurt aside from the emotional scars. Instead, Michael being the stupid older brother he is puts his arm in Fredbear's mouth after pulling Evan out to go "See, it's not even dangerous, you're crying over nothing" and promptly gets his arm bit, so badly that he ends up Losing the arm entirely. Due to a lot of factors that stem from this incident, William instead of being fueled by grief over his lost son to start killing kids, instead kills Charlie for different reasons, and after witnessing her possession, becomes Obsessed with the ideas of immortality and subsequently making a Perfect Version of his family via his robotics. So a lot of the main facets of canon still happen (Charlie + MCI + DCI murders, Henry leaving the company) but they happen for very different yet related reasons.

So all of that leads up to what happens with dear Elizabeth ~

Because you see, I do love the interpretation of her being a daddy's girl when it's done right (meaning making it as tragic and with lasting trauma as fucking possible.) So she's William's golden child. She's not rebellious like Mike, nor an anxious mess like Evan. No no, she's curious instead. She takes a genuine interest in William's robotics work, and in her he thinks he's actually found the perfect successor among his kids. She gets blatant favoritism from him and she loves it, she is her dad's kid thru and thru.

Unfortunately for her, being loved by William comes with it's drawbacks.

Because see in this version of things, he Was being serious about Circus Baby being built specifically for her. Elizabeth doesn't know that this means CB is meant to be the perfect vessel for her immortality, she's only 12 at the time, but CB is special reguardless.

So of course shes still mad when William doesn't want to let her see CB yet. (It's because she hasn't been perfected for Elizabeth yet, she's incomplete.) Due to other circumstances, one day while William is throwing two simultanious parties at the new pizzeria, he has to bring Elizabeth with him even tho he would prefer not to, and Michael as well. So he leaves Michael with one specific task: keep your sister away from the animatronics. (And of course because of his own accident, he already doesn't trust them, so he would have kept an eye anyways.)

At one point his attention gets diverted by some of the guests asking for help, and because he knows his dad would be pissed at him for refusing, he steps away for what he thinks will only take a moment. Elizabeth, finally free for a moment from supervision, knows she finally has a chance to see CB for herself and takes it. Except things go a little differently this time.

CB does still try to grab Elizabeth with her claws, but luckily for her, Michael arrives back just in time to grab her and pull her back from getting snatched, although not without injury.

CB's claw ends up catching Elizabeth in the face instead, leaving her with a fairly nasty scar that goes all the way from her eyebrown down past her cheek. And as a result, not only does she lose William's favor as his golden child because she's now "imperfect" and marked like her brother, but she's also lost Every bit of trust she ever had in her dad. His beloved machine made Specifically for her just tried to kill her and she can never look at him the same way again.

I'll skip over the finer details for now just to keep focus on Elizabeth, but at some point she, Michael and Evan are left alone together, and so Michael does the only thing he can think of and packs all their shit up to go ask Henry if he can take them in. He Really doesn't want to, not after what William did to Charlie, but he knows if he doesn't then the system is going to split the kids up, and so he does take them in, though hes not really a parent to them. They take care of each other for the most part.

But for Elizabeth, she gets to grow up and go thru highschool trying to reconcile how much of her father is in her, and how much of his kid she Still is even when she hates him, and how even after knowing what kind of monster he is...still missing him. Still wanting to be his favorite kid, the one he was the most proud of.

Elizabeth, as it turns out, is a bit of a robotics genius as she grows older. She outshines both her dad and Henry by miles, she learned a lot from watching her dad work for so many years and from pouring over his old journals she managed to get her hands on. She's utterly amazing, but a part of her hates herself for still following in her dads footsteps, and so she tends to limit herself on purpose in fear of turning out like him and somehow making her creations dangerous without intending to. She's continually haunted by the shadow of her father despite being a much better person than he ever was.

The one creation she does actually make and has a lot of pride in in this timeline is actually Helpy lol. (This started as a little joke but then it became serious.) Helpy isnt super advanced, he doesn't talk, but she makes him as a bit of a jokey gift for Michael (who still gets scooped in this timeline, that's its own thing) because she notices he's lonely between helping to look after her and Evan and because he's had to basically hide away from the world now that he's undead. And she doesn't think he's much at first, but Michael loves him. Helpy is his little bestie and he's the first real proof that Elizabeth is capable of doing good where her father didn't, even if she doubts herself a lot.

Theres so much more I could say but this is already so long so I will cap it off here for now. But rest assured you'll hear more about her later ~ I'm working on some art reference for everyone in this au too so I'll post that whenever it's done :)

#anyways. i love you my very specific interpretation of elizabeth afton ♡♡♡#elizabeth afton #fnaf #five nights at freddy’s #imperfect siblings au #<- thatll be my tag name for this stuff #kief.txt #ask #answered #michael afton #evan afton

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Happy Blorbo Blursday yourself! Please, please tell me why everyone wants to drag Reeve? I love it, but I'm curious!

LMAO. Thank you so much for this, love. I'm going to include an excerpt but let me try to explain too.

The problem is everything about Reeve should traditionally make him one of those smooth, cool characters.

He's a high-level telepath

He's smart

He's a trained killer

He's had some spy training

He's queer

He's mad attractive

He's a leader

He has a classic car

He cares about his appearance

AND YET HE WILL NOT ALLOW IT.

He's a dweeb. Full stop.

Reeve was that teacher's pet. If he worked in an office, he'd probably tattle on people taking long lunches and never, ever bring stationary home with him--but he's the team leader of what is essentially a small hit squad so that makes it worse. His aloofness could be sexy but instead, he leans into pathetic-yet-pretentious. I mean, we love him to death for it but he's so easy to make fun of.

Here's an excerpt from Arc 1 (Gareth's POV) where they get after him about it:

Alex whistled, startling them both out of their exchange. “You’re looking spiffy.”

Reeve’s shirt and slacks, because the man actually wore slacks, were pressed with neat creases and he’d put some extra effort into his hair.

“He’s got a hot date with Julie,” Hannah teased, coming in from the living room, her hand extended to Reeve for him to take his phone.

“It’s coffee.”

“Who’s she again?” Gareth asked, passing a plate with a sandwich to Alex.

“She works at the corner store in town on Second Street,” Reeve said in a monotone.

“You know, the one we go to all the time? Brunette, little nose,” Hannah added as she plopped into the seat across from Alex.

“Oh, yeah.” Gareth leaned his back against the counter and took a bite of his own sandwich. “What the hell do you have in common with her?”

Reeve slipped his phone into his pocket and cocked his head. “Not sure if I should take relationship advice from someone who needs to check what county he’s in when going to meet a date.”

Alex turned to Gareth and quipped, “It’s really cute that he thinks you’re concerned about whether or not the sex worker is licensed.”

Gareth nearly choked. Psychometrists, telepaths, empaths, the fucking lot of them. But he was relieved to see some life returning to the kid, even if it was mostly bravado to cover up nerves.

“Alex,” Reeve started, but was cut off.

“Who does she think I am?” Alex asked. Explaining the strange set of roommates with no discernible jobs was part of why Gareth found it easier not to deal with the whole dating scene.

Hannah smirked. “My half-brother.” Alex rolled his eyes at her, but she gave Reeve a kind look. “I think it’s nice. She’s pretty.”

“She’s not that cute,” Alex muttered.

Reeve crossed his arms. “Yes, well, you’re the only person in this house not at least a little attracted to women, so I hope you won't mind too much if I ignore your opinion.”

Gareth watched Hannah’s eyebrows attempt to make an escape off the top of her head as she dropped her jaw and looked at him. Gareth wrinkled his nose at her in response. This wasn’t going to be pretty.

“Je-sus-Christ,” Alex snapped. “Touchy much?” He looked annoyed, but any fear or vulnerability he’d shown earlier by the shooting range was nowhere to be found.

Reeve closed his eyes. “I’m sorry. I can get reactive when people are purposefully embarrassing me.”

Which was an extremely Reeve thing to say.

Alex processed that for a moment. “Oh my god, you’re such a robotic nerd.”

Reeve gave an unamused frown.

Gareth shook his head then smiled pointedly at Alex. “You’ll learn to ignore Reeve. He’s just got a nasty case of T.L.S.”

Reeve’s head snapped back. “Where the hell did you hear about that?”

Hannah put her fist over her mouth as she choked on a laugh. “That was me.”

Reeve made a face. “You grew up in a Mars foster, why the hell did that ever--”

“Hey,” Alex interrupted, his face flushed. “What the fuck is T.L.S.?”

Gareth did his best to keep from laughing long enough to speak. “I’m sorry, I was just trying to lighten the mood.”

“It stands for Team Leader Syndrome,” Hannah explained.

Alex’s brow furrowed. “So it’s the big head you get from being in charge?”

“That’s not accurate,” Reeve replied from between his teeth.

“Sounds right to me,” Gareth shrugged.

Reeve let out one of his long-suffering sighs. “It’s a set of personality traits that result in being tapped to lead.”

“Like what?”

“Like being organized, detail-oriented, decisive…”

Hannah continued counting off on her fingers, “Practical to the point of ignoring social graces, a buzzkill, a know-it-all…”

“Sounding like a robotic nerd?” Gareth added.

“Okay, okay.” Reeve glared at him. “He gets the idea.” He turned to Alex. “I apologize.”

“It’s cool,” Alex said, all straight faced. “You can’t help it. It’s part of your condition and I’d be a real ass holding that against you.”

Hannah and Gareth lost it.

“Are you happy now?” Reeve asked Gareth.

He nodded, trying to rein in his chuckling, and failed.

[For the record, as a telepath Reeve has the advantage and disadvantage of knowing what people really think about him. So he gets the "omg Reeve why have you never heard of fun???" thoughts but also knows how much they care about him so their dragging doesn't bother him.]

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kenz0id · 17 days

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Just Another Day: All You Need to Know

WAZUP GUYZ!? I realized I never shared anything about the characters in most of my content publicly, so I decided to make a short guide on the basics of JAD for those who are interested!

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"He who never rests, who loves being with his friends, explore the world until the end. Needless to say, they've seen things none can explain, but hey... it's just another day!"

DESCRIPTION

Just Another Day is a PG indie series, following a dude who loves to explore what the world has to offer while he still can, alongside his friends! Even if it means all that exploring often leads them to face danger, the thrill cures their boredom anyway.

WHO ARE THEY?

Oh, them? Those are the main three: Kyle, Mike, and Ash.

"We aren't all that perfect, but we're alwayz up for sum fun!"

They share a strong bond built on years of friendship. They are often loyal to each other, and if things ever go wrong, they'll always have each others backs... sort of. Their friendship is filled with adventures and shared interests, such as exploring and playing games together. They also like to vlog random stuff they do, just because they think it's funny or content worthy.

However, they can sometimes be too competitive or arrogant, leading to arguments and conflicts, especially when it comes to games or other activities where they want to outdo each other. But despite these flaws, their friendship endures, and they always find a way to reconcile and continue their adventures together.

Kyle

He embodies the curiosity and energy typically associated with pre-adolescence. He likes to spend time with his friends Mike and Ash, he's mostly curious or bored and likes to explore surroundings he isn't familiar with. He can also come off as competitive when it comes to fun games he wants to take part in.

Mike

Kyle's bestest friend; his partner in crime. He has a funny and loud yet caring and gentle personality. He's a coward and a sweetie, he would never hurt a fly. but if you mess with his loved ones, he will end your life. He has a habit of eating. He's also pretty good at math, but he doesn't bring it up much.

Ash

She's trendy, short-tempered, and a bit sassy. She finds humor in situations and can be honest and genuine. Ash is into fiction books, K-dramas, and has expertise in romantic relationship advice. While she can be violent and aggressive when provoked, she is generally a nice person.

But wait! there's another fella...

it's Frank, the robot!

"They're so annoying, they never let me do cool trickz! but they do all the chorez for me, so whateva. It's cool, I guezz."

They share a unique bond, with Frank serving as both a friend and a caretaker to Kyle. Frank's overprotective nature can sometimes smother Kyle, making him feel restricted or controlled. So he often takes their assistance for granted, failing to appreciate the extent of their care and support.

Although Kyle mostly seems pretty annoyed by their presence, he doesn't realize how much he needs them around. Not even just because he could potentially be in danger in person, but also for the sake of his sanity whenever no one else is with him at home.

Frank

They're a robot designed by Kyle's parents to watch over and serve Kyle while they're not present. They're a very nice and kind robot, only ever showing pure kindness and sympathy. They will do anything to make sure he's healthy and safe. They also try to be funny sometimes, but Kyle and his friends just think it's lame.

Despite being the literal shield of the group, Kyle and the others often find Frank's attempts at humor annoying, and they occasionally tease Frank for being a robot, which can hurt their feelings despite their lack of emotions. Additionally, their literal-mindedness and occasional misunderstandings of human emotions can lead to friction with the group.

However, despite these challenges, Frank doesn't really mind the treatment. It's kinda their job to watch over them. As long as Kyle and the others are still alive and kickin', Frank's happy!

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Anyways, that's all you need to know about Just Another Day (JAD) for now!

Though you might have noticed I didn't mention other characters that were also present in some of my content. that's because I only added the more important aspects of JAD; Those fellas were more so just background characters. I don't mind sharing about them though! I just didn't wanna bother adding them in this post is all.

Thx 4 Reading! Hope this helped. ^^ If you have any questions, just ask in the Q&A!

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alelathedragon · 7 months

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Word Girl AU: I almost killed her...

Part 4!!!!

He didn't sleep all night and he for once… Went outside to spend his weekend away from his robots, as much as he didn't enjoy it or nature… He couldn't face his own machines right now no matter how hard he tried. It made his head hurt with too many questions that he didn't know how to answer… He ended up at the park he and Word Girl went to many weeks ago. Sighing aloud, he went to the swings to sit down and drift lightly as his head tilt to the sky and watched the clouds.

His head was full of questions and problems… But something stuck out to him even while he was trying to avoid answering them. Am I still going to make robots? He kicked the ground, swinging some as his head drifted down slowly to where his eyes were level with the city in the distance once again.

….. It was a mistake… But it almost killed someone… He never… Actually tried to kill someone, as he never wanted to! He threatened people yes, but Word Girl was there to rescue them, so he never saw them as in 'Real Danger' … But now he put someone, someone he ADMIRES!!! In real danger… The solution seemed so simple: just don't use Lexonite anymore. Yet he still felt so guilty for hurting her and feeling Proud about his plan in the past.. He felt disgusting… But didn't simply want to give up what he loves, building robots is his passion, even if they aren't acknowledged right.

He sighed and got off the swing only to be greeted with eyes on him, big curious eyes of adults and other kids his age or younger. He didn't notice as he was too busy spacing off, everyone was looking at him like they expected something. He sweat a little before simply meaning to walk away, however he ran into a much younger kid. They stared at each other for a little bit .

" You saved Word Girl from the evil Mr. Big. "

He flinched. It was so odd to hear… Saved- like he's some hero. " Yes… I did… "

The child suddenly hugged him and he cringed. " Thanks you… She my hero! "

He wanted to push them off and shout for their parents to come reclaim them, but instead he found himself simply patting them on the head. " Cool.. please let go now. "

The kid did before running back off to his parents. Tobey whipped his head to the bystanders. " STOP- staring at me, it's creepy!! "

" We just didn't expect a bad guy to protect a hero! You were pretty cool out there THAT time haha! "

He flinched again as people around agreed in a mutual understanding before going back to minding their own business… Thank goodness, he didn't think he could handle another positive comment like that… 'Hero'…. ghhh…. He saved her- Once!….. Okay maybe he's helped her a few times, but that was only because they had the same goal!! It meant nothing, he's not GOOD- and even if he was this… This city would still run him over..just like before. Power keeps their attention. Threats make them actually listen. Being Bad won't make him disappear!

Ghhh! He stopped to hold his head, another headache… every time he thinks about it a throbbing headache begins.. it was too much… He's never been so conflicted in his life…. Maybe he should just go home… This didn't seem to be helping, he thought as he turned around to make the trek back home. Passing by the people again as they minded their own business this time, he exited the park reaching up to adjust his glasses some after rubbing the bridge of his nose. Waiting for his opportunity to cross the street before safely making it to the other side. As he walked through the city, his attention was just on getting home and trying to ignore anyone that questioned him about his actions, but the more he heard about that day the more his confusion shifted into anger. By time he got home the boy was absolutely furious with everything, stomping up to his room and disappearing inside his secret back room to work on robots.

The one thing he enjoyed… And the one thing he knew he could rely on… ROBOTS DESTROYING!!! He tinkered away in his lab for what felt like hours until he could ride his trusty steed out into the city once more and start crushing things. However, Tobey was making the unconscious act of avoiding people… He saw himself checking cars once or twice before crushing them, however it didn't click in his brain as to why, he only really noticed something was wrong as he heard his robots falling over… And there was no button to fight Word Girl. He paused, shaking his head before observing the controller in his hands. Even when he didn't mean to do harm, Word Girl was a type of rival! She could handle being volleyed between Robots and has been many times when he manages to outsmart her.

This time… Tobey simply didn't put any weapons on his robots. Zero. Not one self defense punch to fend off the hero. He whimpered, " What what whaaat??? Come ON!!! Fight back! Do as I say! Robots attack!! Do it!! "

The robots just looked at each other, then back at Tobey. One robot lifted up its arm to pathetically swing at Word Girl, which she easily dodged to pummel the robot that dared move. Tobey grumbled and kicked the robot he was standing on, on its neck only to regret it immediately. Falling over to roll into a ball, hugging his leg and whimpering as he tried to hold back tears from his idiot action. Why didn't he put weapons on them!? Why aren't they programmed to fight back!!! What's the point in some…. Well… The point is that it's fun… But he can't rival Word Girl if he holds back like this! WHY DID HE HOLD BA-….. He froze for a minute as he looked up to see Word Girl in front of him with a look of disappointment on her, or was she upset? He couldn't tell.. but looking into her eyes, it hit him.

I can't bare to even chance hurting her again… I must have made the robots less dangerous because…. I don't want to hurt anyone…. And that incident…. I could have hurt somebody this whole time… I just assumed they wouldn't be since Word Girl is here… Even though I claim to not be on their level, I really was just as bad…. As those villains who would hurt for their own gain… How could he have been so blind… So… Stupid!! Tobey you fool!! … He liked the lasers, weapons and other things he put onto his robots, but now he simply… Wouldn't be able to??

Word Girl came over and picked him up like usual when she apprehends him, placing him down on the street before obliterating the robot he was standing on, then landing in front of him. " Guess I was hoping for too much when I thought you weren't going to terrorize the city anymore… Though I am surprised, Tobey, that it was SOOOO easy… Usually you go a lot more heavy handed on the weapons, techniques, the evil plotting… This is like… Day 5… Of fighting you all over again. Too predictable! "

Tobey looked away without turning his head as his arms folded behind his back. He felt conflicted again, but this time neither angry nor headache inducing. " It was for fun. "

Word Girl seemed baffled, tilting her head some before she got a more angry look on her face. " You were terrorizing the city… For fun… Rather than??? "

"I wouldn't say 'terrorizing', I was.. going on a little destructive stroll. You did see, didn't you Word Girl? I didn't threaten anybody. "

WG: " You were probably going to when I got here.. GASP!! IT WAS A TRAP!! Where is it!?! " Capt. Huggyface got into a fighting stance as Tobey simply shook his head slowly.

" I wasn't…. There… Is none. No trap, no evil plan to make you mine, no revenge on the neighborhood kid that pushed over my bike, no board game that's actually real… Oh wait that was with Becky, not you… But it was an evil plot, so I count it. "

Word Girl looked unsure of him. He sighed and raised his hands up in a surrender motion. " Check my pockets if you must, I haven't a single other remote on me… I was letting off steam from something completely unrelated to the city, but taking it out on the local cars because …. It's fun. "

He shut his eyes as Word Girl did in fact check his body for anything else before backing off again. His arms naturally went down and folded behind his back as his eyes half opened to look at the super hero again… He didn't feel entirely fulfilled of letting off steam… However that was how the cookie crumbled, he supposed. Word Girl rubbed the bridge of her nose before walking forward some.

" Why don't you make robots… To help me? You'd be able to build to your heart's content as they would likely be destroyed eventually by my opponents… You'd get to put your weapons on them… If you don't plan on using them anymore, I don't know… Why don't you try entering the Robot Fighting ring again but dial it down by A Million so you won't get disqualified? … Again.. I'll even go with you to get you un-banned from the last time you went, Tobey. There are better ways to let off steam than annoying me by wrecking things. "

Tobey shook his head immediately. " That's not me. I build to my hearts content, to 1 million percent! It's the other person's fault if they can't build a ray that disintegrates the competition into their robits. The point is to WIN! I built the best robit, therefore I should win, but noooo I get disqualified!! It's ridiculous!! And as for HELPING- h e l p i ng … Ugh! Word Girl… I might have come to a …. A…. Mmm…. Help me out here? "

Word Girl put her hand up to her chin and thought for a moment on what word he could be wanting to use right now, as to her it wasn't obvious what he was trying to say… She ended up shrugging. " Try your best. I don't understand the context of your sentence, so I can't give you the correct word without going through all the words that could go in that particular spot. "

He squinted at her and rubbed the bridge of his nose again before thinking….. he didn't know the word… So he should try: " Well… before our last fight I didn't really think about IF someone could get hurt. I knew you were there. Nothing bad would actually happen. But after our fight… I guess I've really been thinking about it, and how honestly…. I could have hurt someone this whole time. "

" Ohhhhh. So you've come to a realization… Wait how did you not real- "

" YES! Realization, thank you! .. ahem… I may have come to a realization Word Girl, but that doesn't mean I have any intentions to just completely switch sides!! Destruction is not only fun but it really makes me feel… Good. "

WG: " But what about all the people you're making feel bad? Cars are expensive you know!!?? "

Tobey shrugged. " The price went way down since the city got infested with villains, not like we don't see a bunch of brand new cars every single day after an attack. I can deal with hurting feelings a little. "

WG: " RRRRRRRRR!!! What about the one time you crashed a party and couldn't crush the cake!?! Huh!?! Come ON Tobey think about it for more than two seconds! "

" That was different! It was her birthday and that cake meant a lot to her! Who's attached to their bloody cars??? "

WG: " A LOT OF PEOPLE!!! Cars can be gifts to teenagers that just got their permit to drive, cars can have value to someone that nobody else sees, there's an event in the city where people who love cars come around and talk about their cars! I had to go! IT WAS BORING!!! "

He fiddled his fingers some and looked down lightly. " Oh… I see… " What else could he beat up senseless then??? Have his own robots fight?? ….Nooo… He already tried that and that causes just as much destruction and he always knows the outcome, so it's not even satisfying to watch. He didn't understand how that was different than when he crushed cars just to be foiled but… It just was to him for some reason. He shook his head.

" Wait… Why should I care?? If tomorrow a different villian will come and destroy the car? I know that I am the most popular subject to get rid of cars but I know I'm not the only one either. I spare a car today for it to be obliterated tomorrow. I don't see the point in protecting such a mundane item. "

WG: " You could say that for the cake! You spared the cake but a different villain could come later to smash it to bits, making your time sparing it null and void. "

" Again with the stupid cake it was ONE TIME! A birthday is not the same as a c a r . "

WG: " To some people it is!! "

" AND WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO!!!!? " his arms moved as he spoke, words fell out of his mouth without even thinking, " Be a good little boy that won't be acknowledged by anyone!?? Oh Tobey, cute little robit. You get Third place and we won't endorse you! Oh Tobey, please help me by lending me a robit for life and then I'll never speak to you again! You don't even remember what I was like before I became bad DO YOU?? "

He pointed at Word Girl who sweat and raised her hands in a defensive manner as she looked up. " He used to be good? "

Narrator: " Kinda. He always had that little kick in him for destroying things, however back before his current grade Tobey was an…okay kid at best… Not GOOD, but not destroying the city either, just his room. He had to be first or would throw a fit because of his little superiority complex he's got there, heheheh so cute. "

Tobey grumbled something at the back of his throat.

Narrator: " All things aside… He did try making his robots for Good when he first started, but nobody paid him the attention he thought he deserved. "

" I DO DESERVE IT!!! I DO!! I work so hard on my robits and what takes my place!?!? " He waved his hand at the sky motioning the Narrator to speak, there was a sound of paper tapping against a desk.

Narrator: " Ahhh lets see here…. Science Fair, you lost to a can opener that doubled as a bottle opener. Science Fair the previous year, you lost to a soda volcano. The Super Battle Bot Royale Extreme before the time you got disqualified, you made a robot that fit all the rules but still lost because your robot and the other person came to a tie and it was up to the audience which bot should move on and nobody picked youuu…. Let's see… "

" The time I tried to get Word Girl's attention…. "

WG looked back to him: " Huh?? "

Narrator: " Lemme see here…. Bu bu bu bu… Ahah! The week before he turned to destruction as his answer to life as well, Tobey built a robot to help you fight crime. His methods were a little extreme, but he meant well, and when he was trying to get your attention you were too busy with Dr. Two-brains to acknowledge him… Then… Bu bu bu bu buuuuu…. Ohhhh…. Yikes… "

WG: " What?? What did I do? "

Narrator: " Tobey managed to get your attention, but to be fair you were really tired from the long day, so honestly Tobey should have tried again the next day… But ahem: Tobey showed you his robot and you thought it was a threat because of its extreme measures, plus naturally robots weren't such a big thing back then and all. It was an honest mistake but… You punted it into space, said 'you're safe now citizen, have a nice day' then flew away. "

Word Girl's eyes grew large as the realization hit her. " NOOOOO! OH MY GOSH!!! I'M - I'm so sorry Tobey!! I didn't know, look it was an accident… I was so tired… I don't even remember what I was thinking back then cause it was too long ago… Thanks for the visual though Narrator. "

Narrator: " Just doing my job. "

WG: " Tobey, it was a long day and I was exhausted… Why didn't you.. just … make another one??? "

Tobey grit his teeth as his fingers shut into a fist. " I put my soul… Into that robit just to watch it get flung into space! … It was like my entire life of efforts crashed onto my shoulders in a second… I went home and started throwing things across my room in a fit of rage …. And the idea hit me… I always destroyed things upon being mad… What if I made my robits destroy things instead?? I built my first army and attacked the city! And oh let me tell you!! Nothing had felt THAT good 'til then!! Stepping on other people's hard work!! YOU have your efforts SMASHED!! MUH HUHUHUHUH!!! And then I did more! Realizing you would come to save the city, I crushed as many cars as I could before I knew I would be stopped!!! And that's when I heard it..and my heart skipped a beat~ You said my name! I WAS RECOGNIZED!!! I finally felt… Good again… Of course it wasn't enough hahaha~ but… I never intended to harm anyone…. I only wanted your attention, which turned into a rivalry! On top of crushing things daily my life was practically complete! "

He felt a little smile cross his face as his body felt… Relaxed.. he blinked a few times looking between Word Girl and the sky above him where they always looked to speak to the Narrator. "…..Did I just speak my feelings? "

WG: " ….Yeah… I guess so?? "

Tobey suddenly became flabbergasted. " Wh--??? HOW??? HOW'D I DO IT!?!?! HOW DO I DO IT AGAIN!?!?! "

WG sweat: " UHHHHHHH - I don't know… Why do.. you have to destroy to feel good?? "

" I DON'T KNOW!!! I just do! I like the feeling of something so worthless compared to me getting stomped! I always did even before I started getting all mad at everyone… DID I DO IT AGAIN???? " He jumped a bit in place as Word Girl kinda stuttered,

" UHHHH I- I don't… Know???? You didn't get it across to me that well???? I don't get it. "

His excitement sunk a bit. " Oh. " He was hoping he could say more of his feelings, particularly the ones that involved Word Girl but the steam was gone and everything he had to say in that moment was out.. GRRRRRRRRUHHHH!! WHYYYYYYYY!?!?!!!? He was frustrated…. But also not at the same time.

" Well… I don't know how else to say it, I think destruction is fun and always have. Does there need to be a reason? "

Word Girl shrugged: " I… Guess not? …but… Why not…try again Tobey?? I can help you so that your robots won't be ignored, you can destroy.. helpful things! Litter, Dr. Two-Brains' machines, pollution in the water, beat up crime in all kinds of ways! I know you had a bad experience but you have my attention now.. and I promise you won't lose it by changing which side the robots fight on. Things can change… Please? " She offered her hand to him for him to grab… He looked at it with an unimpressed look… Sighing,

" ….It's not an easy answer… Word Girl… I'll think about it. "

She nodded: " Okay… I can allow that… But will you stop destroying things in the city until then? "

He laughed: " No~ "

Word Girl smacked her lips. " Whelp… I gotta give you back to your mom now then… See you next robot rampage? I guess?? "

He chuckled. " Looking forward to it. " He said before he was whisked back home and promptly grounded once again… His head felt a bit clearer, but was still riddled with questions and now a big decision on his plate… But he had time to think it over.. how he felt and maybe someday… He could express it.

Thanks to @femboi-rayne for proof reading!

Next: Will come when I feel like it

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trashyswitch · 1 year

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The Ghost Under the Pizzaplex

Gregory goes down to the basement of the pizzaplex and finds an old Freddy animatronic. Not only that, but there seems to be a little girl's voice speaking from the animatronic. Who is she? And how long has she been down here for?

This fanfic was suggested by an anonymous person. Don't worry, you weren't rambling. I actually loved your idea so much, I decided to make this story its own thing separate from the other series. I thoroughly hope you enjoy.

Gregory walked up to the basement pizzeria. Gregory had told Freddy about where he was going. And thankfully, his only response was ‘Please be careful’. Perhaps Freddy now trusts him to walk around on his own? Or perhaps Freddy was giving him the freedoms even if he wasn’t so sure about it himself. He really is like a father: protective for very good reasons, almost to the point of it being a fault.

Gregory closed the door behind him and looked around in the dark, dirty place. It was small…or rather, smaller than the Pizzaplex above the room. There were old party hats, old plates, tables knocked over with plastic striped tablecloths all askew, and chairs all over the place. The only bright colors that filled the room were the red cups thrown on the tables, the white squares on the checkered floor, and the red upper walls. But even those bright colors were masked by the darkness of the basement.

And I don’t just mean the lack of lighting…I’m also talking about the black splash marks all over the floors and walls. Though, it didn’t really look like ink or dirt. Upon closer inspection, it looked more like…burn marks. In fact, there was a slight smell of a mixture of things. At first, he could smell ash…then he could identify the burnt plastic smell. He could smell the slight after-smell of burnt cardboard, followed by the strong smell of burnt wood.

But as Gregory walked through the old pizzeria, Gregory brought his flashlight over to the back wall. And then, Gregory noticed something in the corner. Something black and yet, something bright enough to reflect off his flashlight and catch him in the corner of his eye. Gregory walked himself closer to the thing in the corner, curious as to what was catching his eye.

The closer he got to the black thing in the corner, the larger and larger it proved to be. As he finally stood in front of it, Gregory looked up at the large thing. It looked to be the size of a refrigerator! And…it looked like a robot. It was huge! And…it strangely looked like the shape of Freddy. But…more blocky. It was brown…or rusty gold? It was hard to tell. It looked filthy, and had the same burn marks on it as the floor had. Only…it looked like it had been burned about 5 times over.

He moved the flashlight over to the right, and noticed a large robot hand that weirdly resembled Freddy. Wait a sec…Freddy is an animatronic. This thing is shaped like Freddy…Is this an old animatronic? Gregory shook his head in denial. No. No, it couldn’t be…there’s no way!

…Right?

Gregory looked at the hand, and pulled out the animatronic, rusty hand. He felt the thumb, and gently wrapped his hand around the animatronic’s fingers. It was strange…it was almost gross, feeling the hand. It felt almost mossy…or furry. One of them.

“Who’s there?” a voice called.

Gregory widened his eyes and looked up at the head. The animatronic was now looking down at him, and there were white pupils staring right at him.

“Uh…Uuuuh…” Gregory mumbled, unsure how to react. “Hiiii…” Gregory finally said.

The head tilted, looking like it was trying to show how confused it was.

He let go of the hand and backed up a few steps. “I am so sorry. I didn’t know you were alive. I would hate to disturb you and-”

“Hush, little boy.” The voice told him. “Don’t worry about me. I’m worried about you.” the voice said. “How did you get here?” She asked.

Gregory looked towards the entrance area. “Th-The elevator leads right down here.” He told the animatronic while pointing to the entrance.

“I see…” The animatronic responded. Then, the robot head looked back down at its feet, and started to move its feet around. It lifted the right foot, moved it a couple inches in front, and placed the foot down. It lifted up the left foot, moved it a few inches past the left foot, and placed the foot down. A couple more steps later, and the animatronic was now standing back in front of Gregory. “Can you hear me?” She asked.

Gregory widened his eyes. “Y-Yes. I can…hear you loud and clear.” He replied.

“It’s me.” The voice said next.

“…I’m…sorry, I don’t recognize your voice.” Gregory admitted.

The animatronic moved its hand out from beside itself, and laid it out, opening the hand up in front of the boy. Gregory looked at the hand with his flashlight, before looking at his left hand. Did the animatronic want to shake his hand? Or…did it want something else?

“Light.” The voice said next.

Gregory widened his eyes and quickly put the flashlight into the robot’s hand. He then flipped it around so the LED light was facing Gregory himself. With the flashlight, the animatronic started to move its hand up a bit, to see Gregory in full circle of gamma rays. While the hand moved, Gregory could notice some screeching and squeaking sounds that told him the metal parts were super rusted and dry from the lack of oil over the years. This told Gregory that this animatronic could be decades old by now.

“You are new.” The voice said, looking at Gregory while the animatronic head tilted to the other side.

Gregory nodded. “I didn’t know there were more animatronics.” Gregory admitted.

The animatronic moved its hand a bit more, before dropping the flashlight onto the floor. Then, something crazy happened: a gust of wind blew by Gregory, while the animatronic lowered itself down like a limp rag. Then, a bright, translucent being revealed itself to the boy. The being was just bright enough to be seen without the need for a flashlight. “What is your name?” The being asked him.

Gregory gasped and covered his mouth. The translucent being…was a girl! A little girl! With long black hair and a yellow long-sleeved shirt. She was cute…she was pretty…but she was a ghost…which meant…

She was dead.

“My name is Cassidy.” The ghost told Gregory next. “I came to this place with excitement and glee…and lost my life not long after.” She told Gregory. “But that was long ago.” She told him. “What is your name, young boy?” She asked.

Gregory stared at Cassidy with wide eyes, and a pale, terrified face. “G-Gregory…” He mumbled. Then, he shook his head rapidly. “My name is Gregory.” He answered properly this time.

“Gregory…” The girl said. “I like that name. Your mommy chose a good name for you.” She said.

Gregory could’ve cried upon hearing that. His mom…he hasn’t…

“I was so lonely…I held onto the hope that someone would find me in this form, and bring me out of here.” Cassidy admitted. “But I never knew it would…take so long.” She said next. “I am lonely down here. I have no one else to talk to, but myself. My thoughts have traveled to the deepest depths in these last few decades…and the dust and debris of this place is making me mad. Mad like the Mad Hatter. Except even his mind would be healthier than mine.” She told Gregory.

Gregory nodded as he listened. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel a little less lonely?” Gregory asked. “At least for a little while?”

The girl looked at Gregory with sad eyes…before moving her lips into a small, bittersweet grin. “Have you experienced tickles?” She asked.

Gregory widened his eyes and nodded to her. “Yes! I have. I’m tickled all the time.” Gregory told her.

She floated closer to Gregory. “I used to fear being captured by the tickle monster. I feared losing control of my body and laughing in ways beyond my control.” She admitted.

“…Oh.” Gregory mumbled.

“And yet…As the years turned to decades, I began to grow fond of the memories me and my mother and father made. They would pick me up, carry me around and tickle me all over. They would put me on their shoulders and tickle my socked feet. They would wrap me in blankets like a large burrito and tickle my neck. They would even read me the story of Mr. Tickle and tickle me while they read the book to me.” She told Gregory. “I sometimes enjoyed it. But the older I got, the less I enjoyed it. But now…” Her face winced into an expression of pain and despair. “I would do anything to experience that feeling of laughter and love again.”

Gregory could feel his eyes starting to well up with tears. But he quickly squeezed his eyes shut to stop the tears from falling. He wiped his eyes clear of any leftover tears, and nodded his head. “I can do my best to give you that feeling again.” Gregory told him, deciding then and there, to channel his sadness into something more worthwhile.

“Okay. But I don’t know how to do that. I don’t know if you can tickle my ghost, or if you have to tickle the Freddy robot.” Cassidy mentioned.

Gregory hummed as he walked up to the ghost, and tried poking the ghost. But when he did, his hand just flowed through the translucent ghost form. His hand was poking out the other side of Cassidy’s body form. It was…definitely strange. And he assumed that the cold feeling he felt from his fingers to his lower arm would be caused by her ghost form itself. He wondered if the ghost had no feeling, but instead, had a temperature.

“I see…” she said. “That’s a shame.” She added.

“It really is. But that doesn’t mean it’s impossible.” Gregory mentioned. “At least, not yet.”

She nodded and watched Gregory head to the rusty old robot. As he placed his hand onto the animatronic hand, he visibly cringed as the dirt and ash just fell off the animatronic and onto his hand. He looked at Cassidy with an embarrassed smile.

“I apologize. My new form has not had a bath in over 30 years.” She admitted.

Gregory couldn’t help but laugh at her words as he rubbed his hand on his pants to get rid of the dirt. Then, he slipped his hand into the animatronic’s fingers and held the robot’s right palm.

Cassidy’s eyes widened as she looked at her right hand with shock. “I must be dreaming…this can’t be real!” She reacted, touching her right hand with her left. “I can feel…” she covered her mouth and welled up with tears. “I can feel your hand holding mine!” She reacted, unable to contain her cries of happiness.

“You can feel it?!” Gregory asked, before drawing a finger on the robot’s palm. “Can you feel this too?” He asked.

Her cries grew stronger as she nodded rapidly. “Yes! I can feel it! I can feel it!” She replied, sounding exactly like a child who had just been told they were going to Disney World.

Gregory smiled and removed his hand from the robot hand. “I’m glad.” He replied.

Cassidy quickly looked at Gregory with confusion and a smidge of disappointment. “W-why did you stop?” She asked.

Gregory chuckled. “Because I want to give tickling a try.” He admitted.

Cassidy nodded and put her hands together in front of her stomach. “Okay. I’m ready.” She said.

Gregory nodded and looked towards the robot. He started poking and gently scratching the right side first, to try it out.

Cassidy’s reaction was immediate: she squealed loudly and held her head as she leaned her head back and laughed. “HEHEHEHEHE! WAHAHAIT TOO MUHUHUCH!” She yelled.

Gregory gasped and stopped right away. “SORRY! Sorry!” He reacted.

Cassidy stopped laughing almost right away, and stared down at her own translucent body. Pecifically, her middle. “……Whoa…” was all she could say.

Gregory chuckled awkwardly. “I had no idea you were THAT ticklish. I just thought you were the normal amount of ticklish.” Gregory admitted.

“Ihi…I don’t remember being that ticklish either.” She admitted. “I guess…you have to be gentle.” She presumed.

“I guess so.” Gregory replied. “But I can do that.” He added. “I’ll make sure you have a good time. I don’t want to force you to take it if you hate it.” Gregory told her.

“I appreciate that, Gregory.” She replied.

He placed his hand onto the left side this time, tickling in a very gentle manner. He started with one-finger scratching. Then, he moved to slightly tickling the furry layer of the robot. Cassidy’s laughter came back in small spurts. She started off with fits of giggles, before lessening to occasional giggles. “Thahahat’s behehetter.” She told him.

He smiled and kept going. “Good! I’m glad.”

She just allowed herself to let out every giggle that entered her lungs. She covered her mouth withem her fingers quite lightly. Though this technically muffled her giggles quite a bit, she was still letting them out. And for that, she was proud.

“Hehehehe! Hehehe! Hehehe! Ohokahay, cahahan you tickle ahaha bihit haharder nohow?” She asked.

Gregory nodded his head and started to add a couple more fingers. “Sure thing!” He replied. He started skittering a small bit more, skittering 3 fingers on one side while scratching one finger on the other side.

Cassidy squealed and squeaked as she tried to process the newfound feeling of two spots being tickled at once. “Yeheheheah! Lihihihike thahahat! HAhahahahaha!” She reacted.

“Alright, I’ll keep it up. If you ever need a break, then just tell me to stop.” Gregory told her.

“Ohohokahahay. Ihihihi wihihihihill.” She replied.

It had been ages since she’s experienced such ticklish feelings with such strong instinctual reactions. It was overwhelming! But at the same time, it was also exhilarating! It was such a complicated mix of feelings for the girl to experience at the same time. But there was no doubt, it all felt great. The serotonin levels were slowly rising up thanks to Gregory’s actions, helping her loneliness and sadness fade away…at least for a little bit.

Gregory kept on tickling her for a little while longer. He was thoroughly enjoying tickling Cassidy like this, and felt really good helping her get better slowly. He couldn’t imagine being kept in the pizzeria for all those decades. He knew how lonely and quiet it would’ve been for all that time. So, he wanted to bring as much noise out of her as he could, without overwhelming her too much.

“Yohohou’re soho gohohohood at sehehelf-cohontrohohol!” She reacted.

“I…am?” Gregory asked.

“Yeheheheah!” She replied.

“But…I don’t feel like I’m trying too hard to stop myself.” Gregory admitted.

“Thehen yohou’re a naturahahal.” She replied.

“Thanks!” He replied.

After a little bit longer, Gregory slowed his fingers to a stop. He looked towards the ghost with a smile, and watched as her giggles lessened to a small smile. “Thank you, Greg. That helped a lot.” She told him.

Gregory smiled. “You’re welcome! I’m so glad I could provide a break from the quiet.” Gregory told her.

“And a break from my thoughts. That is the best blessing I’ve received by meeting you.” She said next.

“Good to know.” Gregory replied.

“So…” She looked around, and slowly started to look down with ever growing sadness. “I guess you have to leave now?” She asked.

Gregory’s smile fell. “What? No no, I don’t need to leave yet.” He told her. “If anything, I wanna stay for a while longer.” Gregory added.

She widened her eyes. “R-Really?” She asked, not fully believing him yet.

“Really! I have quite a few hours till I have to go, actually.” Gregory admitted.

She stared at Gregory with a big, growing smile on her face. “That’s great!” She reacted. “Can we keep going, then?” She asked next.

“Keep going? With the tickle session?” Gregory asked.

“No no. I wanna cuddle.” She said almost like she was demanding it.

Gregory couldn’t help the little smile that grew onto his face. Her demand made her sound like a toddler demanding another cookie…and it was kinda funny.

“Sure. I’ll cuddle you for a while. But only if you say the magic word.” Gregory replied.

She chuckled and looked down. “Please.” She said.

Gregory giggled and leaned in a little bit. “Please…what?” He asked.

“Please…cuddle me?” She asked. “Sorry-” She cleared her throat. “Can you please cuddle me?” She asked properly.

Gregory smiled brightly and started to climb up the Freddy animatronic.

“Wait:” Cassidy said quickly. She possessed the golden Freddy animatronic and made the animatronic move. “Hold on, Gregory.” She said. She made the robot sit down and stretched out the animatronic’s legs. “Now you don’t need to climb the dirty animatronic.” She told him.

Gregory giggled as he wrapped his arms around the middle of the animatronic as best he could. “That’s true.” He said. “I can easily save my feet from getting dirty, and get the rest of my body all dirty instead.” He declared.

Cassidy bursted out laughing, and kept on laughing for a good few minutes! And Gregory just soaked in that little girl’s laughter as much as he possibly could. He only knew this ghost child for 30 minutes to an hour, and he already felt like he wanted to die for her…

Though technically, he knew that’s not how saving ghosts really works…

#touch starved #emotional hurt/comfort #eventual fluff #ticklefic #ler!gregory #lee!cassidy #believe it or not #this is a separate story from the first cass & greg fics #ghosts #insanity

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larcenywrites · 11 months

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Tony (young and older) would probably have so much fun and would love seeing you interact with his bots! He loves that you treat them as more than just machines, just like he does. He loves seeing you play with them and whatnot. He always fondly rolls his eyes when he hears you whispering to DUM-E after he's scolded it and threatened to turn him into a coat rack "your daddy is a very silly man, don't worry I won't let him turn you into a coat rack". He absolutely loves seeing you talk to Jarvis and have like full on conversations with him. And of course he'll be asking Jarvis "has she ya know ever complimented me to you?" "does she still think I'm hot and handsome?" "has she ever said anything about marriage to you?" and JARVIS either says something like "I don't think I should answer because it will most definitely go to your head, sir" or he decides to mess with Tony and is like "oh, let me ask her, sir." and says extremely loudly so Tony can hear it "miss, Mr. Stark wants to know if you still find him hot and handsome. Do you?" And you can hear Tony screaming from the lab "SHUT UP JARVIS, I'LL BURN YOUR MOTHERBOARD!!!"

I didn’t wanna spam the tl too much so I was gonna wait until tomorrow to answer more of y’all, but I do love this one! Exploring the idea of all the bots and interacting with them is super cute and fun! But you brought up the “treats them like more than just machines." I have this weird hc that he, or young Tony at least, has sort of affinity for the inanimate things in his environment. Anything from keeping his tools clean to making sure he puts a scrap he doesn't need right back in its original spot. If I could, ya know, get to writing that series, I was gonna touch on it, even! After all, he probably spends more time with with 'em than people. And also touching on that, dum-e was a robotic arm, nothing more nothing less. Until he started developing AI chips and improving on them! And eventually JARVIS too. I think it would be really neat to be around for that development. And while one could argue that he’s simply just building onto better when he’s developing dum-e and U (of whom I don’t know much about other than they’re…the camera that follows and records his progress and stuff?), I like to think he was genuinely giving them life(?) because he saw more in them and wanted to give them more, and, well, they were kinda his only friends so maybe he needed more from them :,)

Kinda Off topic… I wrote a good portion of a fic months ago and gave up on it bc I didn’t know if there’d be interest and I had zig zagged it through so many things and started it over so many times and I just kinda left it alone lol. But! There was a sort of break up- boo hoo whatever! But JARVIS was gonna be a key player in getting them back together. Here are some dialogue exchanges just if you’re curious lol

“Welcome home, Miss (Y/L/N).”

“I see you haven’t wrote that one out yet,”

“I did.”

“But surely you still love him.”

“Who’s asking?”

“I am,” “In fact, I think it’s why you left.”

“JARVIS, you don’t even know what love is,”

“I know enough about it to know that this hurts you as much as it hurts him,” “And I don’t like seeing either of you hurt.” “Perhaps I love the two of you.”

“I don’t mean to pressure you or sound biased, miss (y/l/n),” “but I’m not sure I could stand to watch him break for a third time.” “But I will because I must.”

“I always expect Mr. Stark to be stubborn, but I expect better from you.”

“Don’t patronize me, JARVIS,”

“It’s part of my programming, miss (y/l/n).” “It is Mr. Stark’s preferred tone to convince him with when I need to intervene.”

“So that’s why he never listens to me,”

“He does listen to you,”

#anon #anonymous #answered #larstalks

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elita-1ine · 10 months

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MIRAGE X MY OWN CHARACTER FANFICTION PT.1: The autobots just arrived to my planet—Earth, well, maybe not just arrived but it all began when my friend Melissa's boyfriend discovered a “possessed car” slash alien robot . Personally I found all the bots interesting and some of them even sexy as Melissa shared pics with me that she snuck and took on her phone . One in particular I had the hots for, name was Mirage. He doesn’t know me yet though, none of the bots do, but tomorrow afternoon I’ll be going to meet them with my best friend, Melissa at the junk yard. I’m super nervous and stoked at the same time. Just thinking of coming face to face with the Hot Rod I’ve only seen photos of made my heart flutter. I hope he will like me .

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Part 1: Meeting the Mechs

“What do you think he will think of me?” I asked my best friend, Melissa. “I don’t think he will think anything, except that you’re a new friend.” She replied. “Besides, I’ve heard that mechs don’t even get romantically or physically involved with humans anyways, unless they find them very attractive.” Melissa sighed. “I feel the same way, I’m curious to know what it would be like..” She’d noticed my faltered expression.

“But you can never be too sure, nothing is always absolutely for certain. Mirage for one is really laid back and friendly though. Just take it easy and get to know him first. But I must warn you, he’s a big jokester” Melissa giggled. “I think he’ll like you.”

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The next day Melissa and I met with the Generation 1 mechs at the secluded junk yard. It was just a infinite amount of space littered with old rusty decaying cars and junked parts. No one hardly ever came here.

The mechs greeted us and Melissa formally introduced me specifically to Mirage first. “This is who I’ve been telling you about, my best friend Eliza.” I extended a shaky hand out to shake one of his servos. When he took my hand, he had a very firm grip. “Pleasure to meet you, Eliza.” His voice sensual and he gave my hand a swift peck with his glossa. I gasped in surprise and I noticed a smirk on his face.

Melissa and I stayed well past the evening, laughing and chilling out with the mechs. I got to talk to Mirage for a long while, and we seemed to really hit it off. Melissa was right about him being a goof ball. He could easily have you laughing your ass off for hours if you let him. By the time the moonlight had shone over the junkyard, Mirage had become closer to me, close enough for me to feel the heat radiate from his enormous frame (compared to mine). I shyed away when his blue optics caught mine, but I looked up at him through my lashes to see his soft expression.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked me softly.

“…Nothing really…” I lied. “You sure?” he challenged and I looked up to see the smug look on his face.

“It’s okay babe, I don’t judge.” He added.

“You’re hot and I want to know what it’s like to love an alien.” I blurted out quietly. The words seemed to force their way out without my brain being able to stop them. I quickly looked away from the mech as he went silent for a long while until he finally spoke. “What do you say we ditch this scene and go somewhere a little more private?”

I gulped at the thought. I had no idea what he had planned for me. “…And do what..?”

“Anything you want or anything I want. Up to you honey. “

Before I could say anything, he abruptly scooped me up in his strong arms carrying me away from Melissa and the others. I felt their stares as my face grew warm with embarrassment. “Um Mirage…where are you taking the human? You know if Optimus were here-“ “Optimus, shmotimus, we’re bored and we want to go explore somewhere else.”

“Like where ?”

“Anywhere but here, don’t worry we’ll be back, trust me for once Arcee.” I looked over at Melissa and she was grinning at us but remained silent.

“Whatever Mirage.” I could hear the eye roll in Arcee’s voice and Mirage began to swiftly carry me a few feet from where the other mechs and Melisa were behind more mountains of old cars. He hoisted me upright, firmly gripping me under my thighs until our pelvises were at a even level.

“What are you doing?!” I gasped in surprise. He only smiled as he lifted the bottom of my shirt and pulled it off of me in one swift motion. He did the same with my sweatpants and panties as well. I was now completely nude and vulnerable against his warm metal frame.

“This would be my first time with anyone…” I nervously confessed.

“Oh?” He raised a brow and his optics widened. “This ought to be a lot more fun then.” He grinned darkly. There was quiet hiss and I looked down only to be greeted by a huge silver cock with blue glowing vein like stripes along it’s length. It had to be at least 12 or 13 inches in length and maybe 5 inches in girth. I gasped at the sight of it and looked back up at him. He was gazing at me through hooded optics. “Like what you see sweetheart?” his voice was low and sensual and his optics were filled with lust. He took my hand and placed it on his cock. It felt like hard silicone except pulsing with heat. The tip of it was a shiny dull point, like a thick spiked arrow. I gasped again in terror at the thought of him tearing through my hymen and stretching me wide at the same time. “ Stroke it baby.” He groaned. He seemed just like a human male right now. I did as he asked and ran my closed hand up and down his hard length. He moaned quietly and bucked his hips slightly. “Your hands are so soft babe, You’ve got to let me take you right now…”

I gulped, “U-Um I don’t think we can do this , I’m sorry…”

Mirage opened his eyes and his face twisted up in frustration.

“I thought—"

“I know, I’m just really nervous about how bad it might hurt.” I quietly interrupted. “But…I don’t want to upset you, I’m willing to try” I added looking down. I felt a digit under my chin as he raised my face back to meet his. “ I would never hurt you, at least not intentionally.” He lowered his face closer to mine and planted a soft kiss on my lips and groaned. He leaned in to kiss me once more , parting my lips with his tongue that felt the same as his hard length that was now pressing against the skin under my right thigh. His tongue stroked mine and I returned his advances, our tongues dancing in rhythmic strokes against one another. I moaned lightly as we made out passionately, a fire growing deep within my belly. He let a servo slip down between my thighs and he began stroking my womanhood. He pressed two digits against my clit and rubbed in hard slow circles. I tensed at first and jumped in intense pleasure. He quietly took note and picked up speed, rubbing harder and faster. I let out a choked moan and squirmed against him. He took that opportunity to slip the digits into my tight heat while still brushing against my clit earning a string of moans from me. I felt his length dig into my thigh harder as it became more and more pressurized. He growled pausing his ministrations to grab his pressurized “spike” in one servo and pressed it against my hymen slowly. I bit my lip anxiously and squirmed.

“It won’t hurt for long, I promise” he whispered and shoved hard into my tight heat deeply. I screamed in pain and gripped his shoulders, my body trembling as I whimpered. “Shit…” I whispered “I’m sorry babe.” He said pausing. “Keep going” I ordered as I felt the pain subside and my body adjusting to the wide stretch. He took no extra time and slammed into me rhythmically. I moaned loudly and screamed when he pounded deeper into my womb. “Fuck yes!” he groaned, gripping me tightly. “Scream for me baby” he panted as he continued to fuck me hard. He picked up a inhuman amount of speed, pushing me over the edge. I lost all ability to think and I heard myself screaming and whining in ecstasy, my walls clenching hard as he fucked the shit out of me.

It started to become too much as my body convulsed and my eyes rolled to the back of my skull. “Oh… please…no…stop it” I whined while moaning intensely at the same time, gripping his shoulders then running my nails down to his arms. “Mm, don’t do that babe, you’ll make me even harder” Mirage whispered in my ear, grinding hard against my sweet spot he found suddenly, making my head spin. I groaned and bit my lip hard throwing my head back in extreme pleasure. “Ugh, fuck,Mirage!” I screeched as I orgasmed, my body trembling hard and my pussy spasming around his cock. “That’s it baby, come for me” he growled pounding against the spot harder. “UGHNN!” I cried out, shaking as I felt myself squirt around his cock. “Fuck” I panted loudly, still trembling from the orgasm, except he wasn’t done. “Ughh!!” I whined as he continued pounding me , a coil tightening in the pits of my belly again. His hips pounded into mine haphazardly until he groaned loudly as his cock twitched, shooting thick ropes of transfluid straight into my womb. “Damn” he panted, stilling against me then looking up to meet my gaze. “How’s that for a first time,, huh?” he asked smiling a little. I giggled weakly , my lower stomach and woman hood feeling a little sore now. “Mind-blowing.” I said quietly, kissing his glossa softly. “Mmm…you taste… sweet” he moaned lightly.

“Really, sweet??” I raised an eyebrow quizzically. “Yeah..”

“How long exactly have you been here on earth,” I started , “ You seem to think a lot like us humans.”

“Me and the others have studied your kind for a really long time, I’m not sure how many years but it’s quite a bit honestly.“ He said. “I’d rather not get into that right now though. He frowned slightly looking away. I wanted to ask why but I figured I shouldn’t as he didn’t seem to happy just then with my question.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered, throwing my arms back around his shoulders in a tight hug. He returned the embrace, slowly letting me slide down back onto my feet. “Don’t apologize babe.” He said quietly , his digits grazing against my lips. “I could do this forever.” He added, gazing at me through hooded optics. “Do what?”

He raised an eyebrow and laughed. “Everything that just happened, silly.”

I smiled looking down at my feet. “I should get back dressed, the others are probably worrying right about now where we went off too” I said , grabbing my panties from the pile of my clothes and pulling them on. “If you weren’t right, I would stop you.” Mirage grinned smugly. I instantly knew what he meant by that.

“God, how much energy do you have?!” I cried . “Infinte.” He replied , hugging my half clothed body. “I want you with me always, and if you let me have you, you won’t walk at all for a month.” He chuckled, squeezing me tight for a second. “I already have this affect on you, I guess.” I said biting my lip. “Mm, stop that..” he grabbed my lip with his thumb digit pulling it loose from my teeth. I smiled, blushing and wiggling away to finish putting the rest of my clothes on.

“ ’Liz!” I heard Melissa call out. I hurriedly snatched my shirt on. “Over here!” I yelled, stepping out from behind the pile of scrap. She held her chest and sighed. “There you guys are, wait – What have you guys been doing?” she asked giddily.

“Oh, um, we were just talking.” I fibbed, but I knew she knew better. She giggled and hugged my shoulders briefly. “Well Arcee is going crazy and she’s threatening to tell Optimus if you don’t hurry back right now.” She added turning her attention to Mirage. “Oh Primus, ok” he groaned, annoyed rolling his optics.

We all started walking back to the others and Melissa grabbed my shoulder from the side and whispered, “I want to hear all about it later.” I smirked and nodded in agreement, as I blushed deeply, thinking about how Mirage thoroughly fucked me. I smiled at her again. “You will…”

#tf mirage #fanfic #transformers #tf rotb #autobots #mirage x reader #rotb #rotb mirage

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mmkin · 3 months

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Forever Clockwork (Dr. Wily x Reader)

Chapter 2 is now up on my AO3 here and also provided here under the cut. Enjoy! Content Warning - none (teen safe, slight flirting)

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Wily's complex of labs, refineries, and production lines is an impressive operation. Yet he's willing to do this time and time again, refusing to let Mega Man or other do-gooder robots keep him down. And there's no doubt that most if not all of this stuff is stolen or recycled. You remember something about a theft at your old company a few years back and wonder if Wily had anything to do with that.

Programming an AI was no simple task, but what was the program without hardware? And the Wily Bots were pretty damn powerful. Then there were all the helper bots scurrying around, performing routine tasks like bees in a hive. Here and there she saw a hint of a skull motif. Some things never change, eh?

“Why do you like skulls and skeletons so much anyway?” you muse as you glance at a half-constructed vehicle.

“I intend to bring about the death of the old world order? I use it to inspire fear in my enemies? That, and I've always liked it. Plus, it looks badass.” he replied with a grin. Yeah, that was a pretty damn good answer, and you smirked back.

“You've come a long way since you and Dr. Light came up with the original series..." you comment as he shows you the newest series. The two of you talk shop for a bit, but Wily's questions are also ways for him to gauge how up-to-date you are on your knowledge and research. It's something you'd do if the roles were reversed, so you answer his questions with grace. In some ways it's like how it was a decade ago with you in his classroom or lab, talking with him about this or that.

“Talking about science reminds me of the old days,” you comment. You glance at him, figuring you have the opportunity to ask him something a lot of people – including Dr. Light – likely wondered about. “I'm just curious, why do you want to take over the world, anyway?”

“To build a world for robots. Having myself as ruler is just a perk."

Well, there it is, in black and white, much like his skeleton tie. “And you think you can do a better job than anyone else?”

“Yes.” was the deadpan, completely serious tone that brooked no argument.

“Well, you sure are persistent," you reply, and he laughs at that before your stomach lets out a hungry rumble. You haven't had dinner yet, after all, and you haven't had much for lunch, either. "I've had a long day and I'm starving. Much as I enjoy catching up with you and being impressed by your work, I really could use a bite to eat."

You pause as you consider the fact that no one would be willing to deliver food to a Wily Fortress. On the other hand, at least one of his robots has to be a decent hand at cooking, at the very least. Otherwise, there’s going to be what… Ramen? TV dinners?

“Well, if you do not object, I took the liberty of having Shadow Man prepare dinner. If you have some allergies or restrictions, let me know. Otherwise, does sushi sound good?”

“It’s been too long since I had any sushi, let alone good sushi.”

“Then you will not be disappointed.”

He's right, you're not. You're offered an assortment of sushi, and though you're familiar with some of it, there are a few new things to try. There's sake flavored with plum to accompany the meal.

After you graduated, Dr. Light offered you a job in his lab. It wasn't the same without Dr. Wily though, and you left after almost two years (not without a letter of recommendation from Light, at least) before working for a private weapons company before jumping ship and putting together glorified love dolls for rich and bored people. You glance at the man seated across from you at the table, enjoying one of the morsels his faithful ninja-bot made.

You sip your sake, contemplating what is to be done next. You'll have to give your notice to your current – actually, now, former – employer and all that. You'd need your laptop and other things. And so on, but damn, you're pretty tired. You can't say that seeing Wily again was at all unpleasant despite his villainy, but it was still a bit of a surreal experience and you're still processing it all. You finish your drink.

“Shadow Man mentioned amenities to me, and I'd like to make use of them. It's been a long day and I am tired."

“I wore you out?” he teased. Your eyes widen a bit at that and you fight back the blush that you feel creeping up your neck at the unintended mental image. Or was it unintended on his part?

The rooms you're given are quite nice. A touch bland, like a hotel suite, but luxurious nonetheless with a bedroom, bathroom, and living area. It seems like there's room for personalization but you're going to wait to see how things go because this is just an employer-provided accommodation, after all. And, there are plenty of bookshelves! That's what's more important to you, after all. You're a nerd, and Wily knows that since he's one, too.

A fair amount of the color scheme is done in black and white, but you notice the bedspread and the cushions on the couch, along with a couple of other things, are in your favorite colors.

Holy shit. He remembered?

You’d been working in the lab as part of his seminar, and he’d talked about this or that with you before the subject wound its way to favorite colors, and you told him you had two because you never could decide which one you liked better, it depended on your mood. You were sure he’d forgotten that bit of trivia before the day was over, but he held onto that for years.

You turn around, looking at the room. Shadow Man, who had led you here, stands there, observing you quietly.

“I’ll need my stuff. Clothes, computer, you know…” You wave your hand through the air in a vague gesture.

“It will all be taken care of, and if you wish to have anything else obtained, I am at your disposal.”

You are left alone, and you sit on the edge of the bed, looking down at its spread. He remembered your favorite colors. Wow. Dare you hope that he brought you here for more than professional reasons?

o0o

Instead of Shadow Man, it’s another Robot Master that greets you in the morning when you finally roll out of bed after spending a bit of time the night before surfing the streaming services on the large flatscreen that was provided for you in the living area. Your phone won’t work out here, and you’re going to need the password. You’d forgotten to ask him for it last night and hadn’t been sure if it’d be a good idea to bother him. You can imagine him making a sarcastic remark about how he thought you were tired, and now you’re going to spend all night surfing the Internet. But, whatever. You’re not his prisoner, are you? All things in due time, so you fall asleep watching a show you’d heard much about.

This robot is themed like a bat, with the wings and ears and all. He’s kind of handsome, like Shadow Man. You offer him a tentative smile.

“Good morning, Dr. Lastname. I’m Shade Man. Dr. Wily asked me to bring you this, and to meet him in the main lab in half an hour.” He offers you a set of scrubs, but instead of the usual muted color one would see in the lab, this set is black with a skull print on it. You raise your eyebrow, but not in distaste. It reminds you of the nurses or health care aides you’ve seen with cute prints, like Hello Kitty or superhero-themed scrubs.

It's a comfortable fit, and he leads the way since one could easily get lost in this complex. Before you're put to work, you're given a good breakfast. This time though, you're offered a more Western-style meal, with eggs and toast among a few other things.

When you're asked if you need anything, you bring up needing a password. He sits back with a small smirk.

“I was wondering when you would ask me that, and I will give you access to the network, but before you start work, I am sure that as a professional, you know to not share anything from this place.”

You might have been insulted by this, considering his criminal status. But he's still a scientist who wants to protect his work. And that brings you to something you'd been thinking about before you fell asleep. How will he be in regard to your work? You have a few Robot Master designs of your own, though you never had the chance to build any of them. Would he steal them?

Even if he would, it’s a bit late to say no, isn’t it? You’re on some island or jungle somewhere, and if he wants to stop you from leaving, he very well can. You try to not dwell on that too much.

“Absolutely," you say with a smile. You are a professional, after all. You've dealt with these sorts of agreements before – it's standard in the industry. So you get to work, and it's been a pretty good first day. You're hardly entry-level, so after a bit, Wily leaves your side to do some work of his own, and you sit there, fiddling with wires and other parts. Some roboticists focus solely on programming and blueprints, but you have plenty enough practical experience putting together hardware and you know how extremely important that is to a well-functioning robot.

After a while, Shade Man checks on you and informs you it’s almost time for lunch. As you walk beside him.

“I suppose you like this better than working in an amusement park?” you ask, having looked him up on the network. DWN-055, one of the robots stolen and modified by Wily and now a permanent member of his retinue.

He gives you a fanged smile and nods.

o0o0o0o

(Shade Man’s POV)

DWN-055 had started his life – if it could be called that back then – as an amusement park robot. His station was the haunted house and adjoining graveyard. Being modeled after a vampire, he had been designed to amuse the visitors to his area, playfully growling and hissing at them, or welcoming them to the haunted house with an accent that was modeled after vampires in cheesy Dracula movies.

The original version of what would become DWN-055 had been considered not scary enough, so he was sent back to his manufacturer for an upgrade. Rather than merely wiping the original set of personality and behavior parameters he had been assigned, the programmer had just shuttled that data to unused space on the motherboard, uploaded the new data, and the robot was sent back.

This new personality, complained some of the patrons, was too scary. He'd made some children cry. He remembered standing at the charging station, listening to the park employers complain about him. Somewhere along the way, during his existence as a robot that was created solely for the amusement of others, a spark of consciousness had formed, and now, as he listened to the humans, he felt annoyed.

He had started with a measure of autonomy, being able to choose from a wide variety of acceptable lines and dialogue to fit in his role at the haunted house, as well as limited power to give direction to the lesser robots, like the bats and skeleton-bots. He had been told to amuse the guests, and so he did. But that had not been enough for his owner, who wanted something scary, so he had his brain filled with a new set of personality data. He modified his behavior according to this new data, and that wasn't good enough, either. He had merely followed directions, performing to the best of his abilities, and the next day, he had tried to mix the two personalities, going for a combination of scary for the adults and funny, for the little ones. That seemed to work, at least for a while.

When he heard that he was going to have his memory completely wiped and installed with a new program, that spark of consciousness... of identity and self-awareness burst forth. He didn't want to... die, especially for something as trivial as someone's satisfaction over how he performed a task that in retrospect seemed inconsequential.

Then he was told that he would be entered into a robot fighting tournament. He had been kidnapped by the mysterious Mr. X who soon enough revealed his true self. Though the vampire-bot was not made part of the Sixth Numbers, the time he spent in Wily's lab taught him much. Though the doctor had not created him, he was still given the chance to become part of the family. He was made stronger, his flight capability increased, and given weapons and tools with which to defend himself. But there was one thing his adoptive father had not tampered with. His mind.

His personality remained intact, further developed by the resources he had access to in the lab. He had his own identity, and his father encouraged that. How could he be anything but loyal?

Even after he had used his Noise Crush on Wily to get him away from the White Nightmare, the old man, despite the anger he had felt at first, had allowed him to keep his weapon and upgraded it with additional abilities. The scientist deserved nothing less than absolute loyalty from his sons.

He glanced down at the woman walking beside him in the scrubs Wily assigned her. It surprised the vampire-bot to hear his savior and master express a desire to bring someone here. A former student did make sense. He hadn’t been here as long as some of the other Wily Numbers, but he had known the old man long enough to be certain that he had not made this decision lightly.

o0o0o0o

For all the Robot Masters he has – and all the company they can provide him – it seems like a human can fulfill something they can’t.

Not because of a personal failure on their part. You've met a fair amount of them during your work here. You could even say you've made friends with a few of them, and you've spent leisure time with this or that robot. You've learned a thing or two about making tea from Shadow Man and even started reading one of the texts on Japanese history and philosophy he recommended.

Wily asked you to meet him outside. You've been out a few times under the watch of a Robot Master – to ensure your safety, Wily says, and you're not about to argue – so you pull on the light boots and the jacket Shadow Man offers you. You see movement out of your eye, and Wily approaches you, looking quite dapper in mostly black with a dark gray jacket and a black beret on his head. He looked like a harmless man out for a walk in the city, and it reminded you a bit of how he looked in your college days.

The waves crash along the shoreline.

“So… what are we doing out here?" you ask. It's the first time he's walked with you outside. Occasionally you'll hear the hum of machinery from some part of the building.

“Much as keeping the mind sharp is important, the body also needs maintenance.” He sets off with steady steps, and you fall in pace. It’s hard to not be a wee bit jealous of the fact that Wily has a damn island to himself and an army of bots and Robot Masters to do his bidding. Yeah, much of it was obtained illegally, but you have to admit, he set himself up a pretty sweet crib, so to speak.

“I know that my... views are not welcomed by this world.” your mentor/boss continued. “But medicine is often bitter and people must be forced to swallow it.”

That statement has proven itself in various examples in history in beneficial or horrifying ways, depending on the flip of the coin of fate, or the whims of man. Usually a combination of the two.

“History is full of the mistakes of humanity. We have the chance for something better, but humans would rather use robots to make their lives easier!”

Well, there was no arguing with that when you looked at how robotics and technology were applied in today's world. Sure, some robots kept people safe by doing dangerous jobs, but as robotics technology had advanced, so had its use spread, and for more mundane or vain uses. And of course, its potential for destruction. Your resume was a testament to that.

“Fire made the lives of humans easier, but also better.”

“There are different ways to utilize fire – or anything else. I choose to utilize my tools to their best, including this.” He tapped his temple with his index finger. For a moment you wonder what would happen if he passed. You hope there’s a plan set for his Robot Masters because damn it, you’ve come to really like some of them and wouldn’t want to see them in the hands of governments that admittedly had at least some reason to be angry with Wily.

You can't deny that in his way, Wily has done some good. There's been serious debate about robotics and free will, and the treatment of Robot Master-level bots, and such. New laws have been enacted since Wily's first criminal offense. You've worked with various levels of AI, instinctively knowing that this technology and others that go hand in hand with it will impact the future in as yet unforeseen ways.

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