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superprincesspea · 4 months

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Courted by the Dragon

Chapter 1 - Spring

Aemond Targaryen is both the cause and witness to the greatest humiliation of your life. You would rather die than see him again. Yet summer at court and the precipice of civil war have other ideas.

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Though summer had not yet fledged, the stifling heat in the keep of Storms End had become intolerable for every soul residing in the castle.

Usually, you enjoyed the warmth of sunshine and would happily sit and bask in its glory for hours on end, but this was no mere heat. This was humidity. Hot and wet, lingering in the air and drenching heavy clothes to clammy skin.

You couldn’t escape it even when the sun went down, and everyone was miserable, too lazy to do anything more than sit and swelter and too uncomfortable to find any rest.

You, however, had other ideas.

You’re Father had strictly forbidden any of his daughters from leaving the keep without an escort and, even then, he did not readily allow it. But you had always been a somewhat unruly child and as a young woman you had certainly not become more obedient.

No, quite the opposite, you’d grown accustomed to doing as you pleased regardless of your fathers demands. He had daughters enough for obedience and you had no ambition to become a well-trained pet for him or any other man.

So, when breakfast was finished, you escaped the keep, ducking between the watchful eyes of your fathers' guards before wandering down to the pebble beach below the imposing castle walls.

Down here was the realm of smugglers and pirates but it had been years since the caves had been used for any nefarious purposes. So, you were alone, the beach clear except for the gulls which landed on the rocks before sweeping out across the waves.

As expected, the air here was much more tolerable if you could forgive the stink of seaweed and salt. More importantly, you could enjoy your own company while the creeping tide chased at your feet.

It was a risky game, daring the water to soak through your shoes and you didn’t want to spoil them. You wanted to take them off and hitch up your skirt to feel the cool lick of the bay's glistening sea. How refreshing, how scandalous, how irresistible ….

Your shoes slide off so easily as do your stockings before you find yourself tucking your skirt and chemise into the waistband of your dress.

It’s a precarious thing, exposing the bare lines of your legs for anyone to see and, all the while, you find yourself craning your head back and forth to check for prying eyes. But you remain alone down here, and the water feels as good as you’d imagined. In fact, it's bliss enough for you to finally take pleasure in the heat of the midday sun and, like a cat rolling on a cool stone floor, you relish it.

Ice smothering your legs while fire kisses your cheeks. The only sound is that of the waves and the occasional cry of a gull which, after days spent listening to your sisters complaining, is the sound of absolute serenity.

In the following afternoons, your secret trips down to the beach become routine. Even though the weather is not as insufferable as before, you like the solitude and the feel of the water on your legs. But it isn’t enough, and it hadn’t taken long before you’d began to toy with the idea of submerging yourself into the depths of Shipbreakers Bay.

What would it feel like to have salt and sand tangled in your hair? To float on the waves? To be suspended between air and earth in a crystal sea?

Those questions have tantalised you beyond rational thinking and, if you wait any longer, it might be too late to find their answer.

Already storms are on the horizon and when they arrive, this little stretch of pebble beach will be underwater for the foreseeable future. So, with this in mind, you’re wearing a gown that fastens easily in the front and, though the wool is far too hot for the climate, you do not plan on wearing it for long.

After removing your shoes and stockings, you do your usual checks. Looking up and down the beach to ensure you’re still alone while your fingers dally at the knots on your dress before finally conceding to unfasten them.

One by one, you loosen the ties while the prick of frightened delight coats your skin as the fabric becomes looser and looser before sliding to a pile at your feet.

Without your dress, your chemise billows about as if the wind has fingers which grasp and pull, urging you to freedom. But you need no encouragement, your mind was already set the moment you woke up and, when that happens, there is little chance of dissuading it.

You pull your chemise over your head and the wind snatches it away, sending it through the air like the sail of a ship before it snags on a boulder further down the beach.

Your heart is in your throat as you retrieve it, wondering what excuse you could possibly imagine to explain the loss of your undergarment. The answer is none. You have to be more careful. Yet careful is the exact opposite of what you’re being.

In all the excitement, you’d almost forgotten that you were standing on the beach wearing nothing more than a necklace which rests at the hollow of your neck, catching the sunlight. But you are naked. The breeze cool against your flesh, your nipples tightening to hard buds.

You laugh at the absurdity of the situation just as a chill of unease ripples down your spine. If someone sees you now, it will be a scandal so terrible you’re not sure you could survive it. Yet that does not stop you from opening out your arms to embrace the air.

It isn’t often a high-born woman or any woman at all gets to choose her own actions but you’re choosing one now. Perhaps this will be the only time you ever swim in the bay, perhaps you will hate every moment of it, but it doesn't matter. At least for a single afternoon, you can be completely in control of your own autonomy. Men take such freedoms for granted but you will savour it.

With careful steps, you make your way into the bay, deeper and deeper until the water comes up to your chest and the cold bites harshly into your skin. You know you will grow accustomed to the temperature as you had done on previous days, so you keep moving, letting the blood flow into your limbs and the warmth return.

When you’re ready, you duck your head under the waves without regard for how you will explain your wet hair when you return to the keep. Instead, you dive down, propelling yourself through the water until your lungs begin to burn and you’re forced to surface.

With each dive, you can hold your breath for longer and swim further and the cold becomes a forgotten thing. You’re like a dolphin or a siren, a creature of the sea, flipping through the water with what feels like grace, and you know one thing is certain- Today won’t be the last day you’ll swim in the bay, not when it feels like this- or so you think.

With the sound of waves crashing against the wall of rocks beneath Storm’s End and the rush of water all around you, you’d be forgiven for not hearing the beat of dragon wings as they fly overhead.

No, too consumed by your own amusement, you don’t even notice the large shadow grazing the beach or see where Vhagar lands on a tuft of grass barely a stone's throw from where your clothes are strewn across the pebbles.

All you know is one minute you’re ducking under the water and the next, the sun is bright on your face and a tall black figure is standing on the beach.

A man .

Your heart plummets, the bay choking down your throat as you gasp and inhale a mouthful of water. Perhaps letting yourself sink and float away from all consequence would be the better option, but you resign yourself to whatever reprimand is waiting for you on the beach, coughing and spluttering as you move closer to shore

Wiping your eyes to bring the figure into focus, you expect to see your father or perhaps Ser Maurin Selmy but the person on the beach is an almost stranger. A man you have never met yet recognise by reputation alone.

Aemond Targaryen.

“Your Grace!” you exclaim, concealing yourself beneath the waves with little success. Afterall, he’s close enough for you to see the sigil stitched onto his doublet so you’re in no doubt of how easily he can see you- even with one eye.

A mischievous smile lights up his entire face as he glances at the black and yellow clothes piled at his feet.

“My Lady Baratheon?” he suggests, his manner surprisingly soft spoken yet commanding enough not to be lost against the waves, “you seem to have misplaced your gown.”

“I was taking a swim,” you say rather absurdly, and he laughs to himself before moving closer and bending down on one knee. Not close enough to be caught by a wave but close enough to touch the water, which he does with great care, carefully removing a single glove to dip his fingers in the surf when it stalks towards the toe of his boot.

“Far too cold for my liking but do not stop on my account,” he smirks, his good eye peering once more beneath the waves.

You wrap your arm a little tighter around your chest as though it will prevent him from seeing the curve of your body and the rise and fall of your nervous breaths but, of course, it doesn’t. The water is like glass and your bare skin shines brightly in the sun.

You’ve never been so exposed before, not even in front of your handmaid who only enters your room when you are already wearing your chemise. So, this is beyond anything you can imagine, and shame would have burned on your skin if it wasn’t for the cold seeping into your bones.

“Your Grace is right; the water has grown cold. I should like to get out.”

He raises his eyebrow, his tongue licking lazily across his lip before his smirk returns.

“Suit yourself,” he says, standing upright and towering even taller than you’d remembered. But he doesn’t walk away, he remains rooted to the sand, the waves daring to reach out and sully the soft suede of his riding boots.

“Your Grace?” your teeth chatter and his smile inches even deeper into his cheeks.

“My lady?” he says, toying with you and seeming to enjoy every ounce of your humiliation before he slowly steps back to where your clothes are still spread on the rocks.

Using his boot, he kicks your dress up into his hands and you think, for a moment, that he’s going to steal it away, but he doesn’t.

He tosses it a little closer to the water, grazing your body with one last look before he turns to face the wall beneath your Fathers keep.

In all this time, your heart has not stopped racing and your muscles are beginning to tighten painfully. Still, you wait another minute, hoping Aemond will leave altogether but he does not, and you have a choice to make.

Withdraw from the relative safety of the water and risk being seen, or remain in Shipbreakers Bay for the rest of eternity. So perhaps, when you think of it like that, you have no choice at all.

Bracing yourself, with a wary eye cast towards your escape route, you force your feet to move forward. Emerging with gooseflesh and chattering teeth yet cheeks burning hot enough to rival the sun.

You scoop up your dress, cursing yourself a thousand times over while your numb fingers struggle with even the simplest task. You can barely hold the fabric, let alone dress yourself. Yet more than anything, you curse Aemond and that’s before you notice him glancing back at you.

You pause, breathless with fear though you know you should be moving faster, dressing quicker, running away. But you’re like a frightened deer under his scrutiny. All you can do is stand there; the dress clamped against your body.

He could do anything to you, and it would be your fault. You had done this. You had disobeyed your father and all sense of propriety to leave yourself vulnerable and completely at the mercy of a Dragon.

Mercifully, Aemond’s gaze only lingers for a moment before it returns to the wall, and you move far quicker than before. Hurriedly pulling your arms into sleeves before fastening two of the strings in haphazard knots.

Though Aemond Targaryen might be a Prince, he is certainly not a gentleman. He glances at you again but this time you’re feeling bolder.

You blow out a huff of bad-tempered air, displeasure oozing from your every movement as you snatch up the rest of your clothes and make haste towards the slope which leads back to the keep.

You need to get away from him as quickly as humanly possible. But your escape is hindered by bare feet on jagged pebbles. You can’t ignore the sharpness and you don’t dare to stop, leaving you to slip on your shoes in an awkward half hop as you try to maintain the momentum of your furious exit.

Aemond, on the other hand, has no such hindrances and catches up to you with little effort, stepping into your path and blocking you again when you try to skirt around him.

Frustrated, you hold your ground knowing that in a physical fight between yourself and Aemond, you would certainly not be the victor. But you would not cower either.

“Will you not tell me your name, Lady Baratheon?” he asks, as though this was some ordinary meeting between strangers.

“I think your Grace has known quite enough of me for one day!” you snap through gritted teeth, your temper growing shorter as your body grows colder.

He laughs softly, bowing his head, “perhaps another day then.”

You expel a gasp of complete disbelief. “I shall endeavour to avoid it!”

Aemond’s smile broadens, and he seems surprised, even somewhat delighted by your candour as you push past him with a complete disregard for his name, his size, his strength or his dragon.

“Then we will see who is the victor,” he calls after you, but you ignore him.

You would rather die than ever lay eyes on Aemond Targaryen again!

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Thank you for reading! Please let me know if you would like to see more.

#aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond fanfiction #aemond one eye #hotd aemond #hotd fanfic #house of the dragon #ewan mitchell #romance #female reader

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therobotmonster · 8 months

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So many kid's toys these days just. Arn't fun. They're designed to be COLLECTED rather than PLAYED with. Everything is a fucking blindbag. Materials are flimsy and cheap and designs don't hold up to an actual child throwing them around. And it's all so EXPENSIVE, even accounting for inflation.

To expand on my thoughts here, I'm unrolling a Twitter thread I made about this trend. (with some additions)

The Big H's handling of mainline figs is... distressing, of late. Very little push for show mains, oversupport of already saturated legacy characters, and some frankly unsettling engineering and materials choices (esp in Cyberverse).

Increase in overall fragility, thinner parts, styrene-on-styrene joints that will go floppy in a few months of light play, very little "clicks" or locks solidly... the passion is clearly in the collector's end, and that's just bass ackwards.

This repugnus would have been amazing triumph from Mego in 1970s. But for a mainline big H TF line in the 2020s? This is a backslide. And before anyone brings up that it's from the kids' line, that's the point. They're KIDS, they should get MORE care and effort in their merch.

Every toy you make might be a kid's only birthday gift or holiday present. Toys are /given/ to children, and if the work is subpar, you make a chump out of grandma. You won't be there to blame if it breaks or disappoints.

It seriously drives me nuts seeing how far the stuff-for-kids industries have fallen. There's no brands without the work, but as the poet DMX said: "these cats done forgot what work is."

All your blockbuster superhero empires start in the pulp gutters. Compared to the movies toys, games and comics will never be profitable ENOUGH to be worth it on a billion-dollar scale ledger.

"Give me mighty oaks! There's no profit in acorns!"

If you want the stuff that makes the Michael Bay blockbuster, you have to start with the stupid goofy cartoon no one had seen before where anxiety over the oil crisis was acted out by robotic Punch and Judy puppets. How many studios would greenlight TMNT or TF sight unseen today?

If you make toys and cartoons and video games, your job is to make kids happy. How is that not sacred? If anything is sacred it should be that.

Art is the act of evoking emotion, and fun is an emotion (what else could it be described as?) and it is SO IMPORTANT.

I fear that gets lost in the "what to do over next?" rush. Every artist at those companies has a dozen amazing ideas in their back pocket that won't get a chance to become the next Transformers because a studio is terrified they'll make Jayce and the Wheeled Warriors instead.

Since the world is run by Captain Planet villains, I wouldn't bat an eye if we found out venture capital was a ploy by some disgruntled warlock who just hates the goddamn Care Bears.

Just some dick at Bear Sterns singing "There's no room for joy on a spreadsheet" to a weaselly sidekick.

Cuz guys, we've got companies that make GAMES for CHILDREN hiring the Pinkertons. I repeat. Games. For. Children. That's not normal. That's not a normal thing. That is a very disturbing thing.

And its hard to even discuss without sounding like a frickin' Care Bear myself. Because how do you sum up the creeping dread that the support beams are being mined thin, and everything fun for kids will go the way of Toys-R-Us, dragged down like Artax.

I'm not advocating pure altruism here. There's plenty of money to be made giving kids an awesome experience. It's investing in future fandom. Real Brand loyalty. If you want the blockbuster 15 years from now, get them hooked on the fun cartoon now. The value-add always pays off.

For every Transformers or He-Man there's going to be several Robotix-es or Power Lords. That's a risk. A risk worth taking. New ideas should be easier and cheaper to bring to fruition now than ever. But the system won't let it happen.

#toy design #cut corners #enshittification #80s nostalgia #hasbro #transformers

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lizzie-is-here · 1 year

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bucky barnes oneshot

the white cat

bucky barnes x fem!reader

a late night stop at the animal shelter, a truck, and a dinner date

a/n: not bucky’s cat being named after the place he died 💀 anyway sorry i’ve disappeared i got busy lmao. BUT. i have an idea for a new series based entirely off a winterguard show i was told ab this year by dupont manual so we’ll see if it goes anywhere 👀

the white cat pt. 2

Working at an animal shelter had its benefits.

For all the sad stories you often had, you also got to save pets, watch them get healthier, and most of the time, go to a loving home.

Plus, every so often, a very attractive customer would come in, and, seeing as you are the only employee constantly in the so-called “meeting room” for potential adoptees, you would help them.

Today was one of those days. Or, rather, nights.

Technically, you were closed. Everyone else had left earlier and you’d stayed to clean up. You were sweeping up fur and treats, listening to the radio as you worked.

The man outside the window showed up around 8:56.

Normally, you’d be creeped out. A woman, alone, while a man stared at her through a window? It’s the plot of, like, every Scream movie.

But you recognized this man. He’d been showing up the past few days, not to ogle you, but to ask questions about the cats you had, what he’d need to buy, what kind of care they needed.

You’ve only seen him, never actually talked to him, but he seems sweet. A bit shy, very nervous.

“Hi.” You wave and the man looks behind him before pointing at himself. Laughing, you nod. “Yes, you.”

Setting down a cup of pens, you unlock and open the door for him.

“Sorry about coming in so late. Are you guys even open?” He fiddles with his glove-covered hands, turned a bit awkwardly so his left side is further away.

You shrug, not wanting to scare him off. “We can be. What can I help you with?”

He scratches at the back of his neck before pointing towards the back. “Can I get a cat?” He pauses before barreling on. “I’ve done all the research, got all the stuff set up back at my apartment, and honestly…”

He trails off a bit. “I think it’d help with some… stuff.”

You understand. Plenty of people need company, and you could confidently say that animals provided plenty of that.

“No problem,” you smile. “Come with me.”

Leading him back, you don’t comment on the fact that he makes no noise when he walks, or how a soft, pleasant whirring like quiet machinery has reached your ears.

The meeting room has a few beanbag chairs, a table, and cat and dog toys scattered around. The mystery man sits cross-legged on the floor, looking up at you with eyes that make you think he might be the puppy.

He looks around, a little lost. “So, what do I…”

You pick up where he leaves off. “Are you looking for anything particular?”

He shakes his head, and some of that shyness seems to shake away too.

“No, I trust your judgment.” He smiles. You ignore the warmth in your cheeks and whisk away to the back, looking into the kennels until you find what you’re looking for.

A young cat, only a few months old. Just came in last week. Every time that man has come in, she’s been excited.

“Alpine, sweetie, c’mere.” You gently coax her into your waiting arms, cradling the white fluff as you head back to the room.

It’s impossible to miss how his eyes light up when he sees you, even more so when he spies the cat.

You sit across from him, so close your knees touch, and pass off Alpine.

“She’s so small,” he whispers, almost reverently. You chuckle, watching her climb unceremoniously into his lap.

“She likes you. Been trying to see you all week.” His eyes are still fixated on the little white blob that contrasts his jacket. “Her name’s Alpine, unless you wanna change it?”

He pauses, laughs a bit like there’s some inside joke there, and shakes his head. “No- no, Alpine’s perfect.”

A few minutes later, he’s filling out the paperwork and making small talk when you finally notice his name and age.

James Buchanan Barnes, age 106.

The ex-Winter Soldier. The Howling Commando. The Fallen Sergeant.

He notices you mentally smacking yourself and holds out his right hand.

“Hi, I’m Bucky. Sorry I didn’t say anything earlier,” he chuckles.

You wave a hand. “Don’t worry about it. Sorry if I made you feel weird.”

Bucky shakes his head and readjusts Alpine. Steeling his nerves, he gives you his best smile and finally does the second thing he was hoping to achieve tonight.

“No, no, you didn’t make me feel weird at all. In fact-“ He meets your curious gaze. “-I was wondering if you like to go out sometime?”

You can feel the blush you know he can see, but manage to respond anyway.

“Yeah, I’d really like that, actually.”

Apparently, he isn’t expecting you to say yes so quickly, and pauses for a bit.

“I- Uh, what’s a good time?”

You gesture around. “I get off work tomorrow at 7:30?”

“I’ll be here.”

The two of you enjoy the moment, Alpine purring softly in Bucky’s arms. It’s perfect.

Until a car horn honks from outside. Heading out, you see a truck with three other people in it.

Three other Avengers, to be exact.

“Thought you’d never be done!” Sam Wilson jokes from the driver’s seat. From the passenger’s, Natasha Romanoff waves while Steve Rogers opens the back door for the soldier next to you.

Bucky rolls his eyes.

“I’m sorry, they’re being stupid,” he grumbles. “But, I’ve only got a motorcycle, so I needed some help.”

“It’s cute that they came along,” you say. “Still on for tomorrow?”

He laughs and gestures to the truck. “If those heathens haven’t scared you away, then yes. Absolutely.”

“I’ll see you then?”

“See you then, doll.”

#marvel #marvel x reader #x reader #avengers #avengers x reader #bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky #bucky x reader #bucky fluff #bucky imagine #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes x reader #alpine #give bucky his cat

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komodocomics · 3 months

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My furry masterlist sorry

Pretty much all of these contain something animal or furry related

Name (special stuff to mention) √= I've looked at it

Links + text version of list (very long)

I GET ISSUES WITH TUMBLR IF I ADD MORE LINKS SO SORRY UR ON UR OWN NOW

Cmyk coloredcreature √ runaway workshop √ waggery costumes √ citymutt √ fuzzbutt fursuits √ schneepardicreations.com √ blacksticky √ casual Friday fursuits (no more commissions:( ) deep space dogs √ foxfire fantasy √ freak of nature studios √ freckled cat creations (kigurumis)√ kabber creations √ kigurumiagetsu √ kitscove √ mugiwara's creative corner √ missmonster √ murkymarten √ pawaii fursuits √ skyehighstudios √ the phoenix nest √ wearcat creations √ whizmi creations (really like the yellow dog suit) √ wolf factory √ anyabozartist.com (art dolls not fursuit) √ neffertity √ battitudestudio.com √ beautyofthebass √ bigsnootsuits √ bodozo.com √ colorful creatures (bases) √ cosmellcosplay √ curl works(kigurumi ) √ drowsyseal √ verityscamander (etsy furry badge) √ lobitoworks (etsy various) √ chasingtailsworkshop (etsy tails) √ gatorwave (fur color picker) √ koshka fursuits √ bazteki.com √ (art) F-class merch √ (neon lights) creep cat √ (plushies) fursona pins √ (pins + accessories) howl out √ (clothing + accessories) weasel gear √ (clothing) midnight makers (new maker) √ wolfberrycrafts (statues and action figures) √ midnightstudiosfx (horror masks) √ Pumpkinpulp (horror advise against looking at ones marked horror if u can't handle) √ chaosfx (horror) √ Immortal masks (horror and tons of masks) √ Made fur you (may have drama but couldn't find proof) √ multicolorbark √ neonslushie (fursuit info not a maker but has accessories) √ sleepy stag suits √ spiritpanda costumes (adoptables) √ star fursuits √ Twilight knights cosplay (adopts,accessories and a fur line @canfur.ca at website) √ twinky arts (good lizard maker) √ vaporwag studios √ wormsandbones.com (art dolls) √ Freakhound studios (wolf plushies and fursuits) √ Clockworkcreature √ Melissa mendelson art √ Mixedcandy √ becominggodzilla (fan thing with how tos for Godzilla costumes) √ planetary dog toys (only action figure pieces) √ sketchbuck (cool ref image style) √ maiafischerwalter.com (artdolls) √ cults3d (3d printing website Has furry bases) √ bark's bog (plushies no comms) √ Homemadehorrors (artdolls) √ Wormandbones (artdolls) √

If anyone makes a reblog of the rest of the links thank you

#Gmanweatherreport has known of this since the beginning cause I went insane sorry #I look at furry stuff constantly so maybe this will help Idk #I didn't put in the list but YouTube how tos are very good resources #How do I tag this?#Furry #Fursuit #Furry fandom #Furry master list #Feel free to add makers of hyper specific things not just fursuits so people get more options #If any of these have bad things going on that I wasn't aware of PLEASE mention #The horror stuff has gore and stuff not everyone will like so avoid if u can't handle it #Furry community

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sanctum-of-ramshackle · 2 years

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It’s Play Time!

[TWST AU]: An MC/Yuu from the Indie Horror Game, Poppy Playtime.

[Synopsis]: In this timeline, a special little toy takes on an adventure through Twisted Wonderland.

Gender Neutral MC/Yuu (They/Them)

[(A/N)]: I saw someone mentioned the game mixed with an MC/Yuu. I’m writing my own interpretation as an AU and basing some from theory videos on YouTube. Credits goes to the anon on @/twistedoverbloat’s blog.

Back in their world, MC/Yuu was one of many researchers and other scientists working for Playtime Co.’s founder/creator/CEO, Elliot Ludwig.

They had an accident at the lab, causing them to be unconscious. MC/Yuu should have be taken to the hospital, but Ludwig and everyone decided to use their body for experiments; turning into a living toy as the size of Poppy.

This pushed them off the edge and decided to escape the lab so they can turn themselves in to the police and hopefully an investigation starts and prevent more experiments.

Then one day at the factory, Experiment 1006 escaped and caused a massacre. Since then, the factory was left abandoned with haunting memories.

After decades of being trapped within the factory’s walls, PP!MC/Yuu roamed through the halls, avoiding the other experiments as they’re on the loose. (They can also recognize them as one of the people working on the toys.) Of course they missed a step and fell into the abyss.

Waking up, they found themselves trapped in a coffin until Grim blows open the lid. They both scared each other.

“Unbelievable. An actual talking cat.”

“Who ya callin’ a cat, doll-face?!”

“Hey! It’s not my fault I got stuck in this body! I never ask for it!”

Then Crowley came to find the missing students. PP!MC/Yuu and Grim hid behind the coffin, waited for “that strange bird-man” to leave.

After he leaves, the two decided to follow him.

They were led to the a room filled with people in dark cloaks.

Just as Crowley was informing the Dark Mirror about the absent student, PP!MC/Yuu decides to speaks up.

“Excuse me! I think you’re looking for either one of us.”

Everyone looks down at the living toy.

“I know what you’re thinking. It seems weird to witness a living child’s toy and to be honest, I don’t know how you will react to me standing before you.”

Dead silence. Not a word spoken until Crowley breaks the tension.

“Are you supposed to be the missing student?”

“A student? I already graduated from my university. Honestly, where am I and how I got here?”

After the dorm sorting ceremony, Crowley kept asking PP!MC/Yuu with more questions.

“You’re telling me, I’m stuck in this world filled with magic? Like real magic?”

“Well, Night Raven College is one of the most prestigious academies in Twisted Wonderland.”

“…So like H*gw*arts?”

“What?”

Then after the misunderstanding is cleared up, Crowley “promised” to find their way back home. Until then, it seems PP!MC/Yuu has to stay in the Ramshackle dorm and might as well find a way to survive attending NRC.

Bonus: PP!MC/Yuu wants to keep Grim by their side as a student too because…

PP!MC/Yuu: He has nowhere else to go. Pleeeease let him stay. *Activates big teary puppy eyes*

Crowley: *Can’t resist the eyes* Fine, fine! That raccoon will stay.

PP!MC/Yuu: Alright!

Grim: Again, I’m not a raccoon!

[Main Street]

Ace: *Laughing at PP!MC/Yuu* You’re so small!

PP!MC/Yuu: *Kicks his shin hard*

Ace: Ow! Whatcha do that for?

PP!MC/Yuu: Just because I’m small doesn’t mean I can kick shit.

[Cafeteria]

[PP!MC/Yuu was telling stories of their old life.]

PP!MC/Yuu: I was an 90s kid. I remember one toy that gave me the creeps. Her huge hyper-realism eyes and stretchy limbs. Oh god, she’s nightmare fuel. When I started working at the company’s labs, my instincts were right after seeing the living being of childhood trauma.

Grim: Are ya gonna eat that? *Points at their food*

PP!MC/Yuu: You can have it. I don’t have to eat to survive as my digestive system is wired differently.

Deuce: So you never tried leaving your workplace?

PP!MC/Yuu: I have, but they caught me every single time. The final attempt was on the day one experiment escaped. I’ll never forget the screams of the co-workers.

Ace: *Lost his appetite* Did you have to tell these stories during lunch?

PP!MC/Yuu: *Shrugs* You were curious about my life before coming here, so yeah.

[Alchemy Class]

PP!MC/Yuu: *Brews the exact potion*

Crewel: Good job, puppy. You brew the correct potion for today’s assignment.

PP!MC/Yuu: Oh, it’s nothing. I was a researcher back home so it was easy to start. Especially familiarizing herbs.

Grim: Yahoo! We did it! *His tail swished accidentally knocks them off*

PP!MC/Yuu: AHH-! *Falls into the cauldron*

Crewel: *Sighs* I will start brewing a reversal potion.

[In the hallways]

PP!MC/Yuu: Listen here you…I can’t talk like this. Can someone pick me up?

Jack: *Lifts up PP!MC/Yuu to meet Sebek’s eye level*

PP!MC/Yuu: Thank you, Jack. Now listen here, you offensive cabbage-head!

Sebek: *Offended by the nickname* EXCUSE ME?!

[P.E.]

PP!MC/Yuu: Magic broomsticks? It’s one of many things I wished for as a kid.

Epel: Hop on. I’ll show you the tricks to riding one.

PP!MC/Yuu: Okay!

[Minutes later]

Epel: *Lands back on the field* How’d like your first ride?

PP!MC/Yuu: *Clenching onto Epel’s shoulders* NEVER FLY ME UP THERE AGAIN!

Epel: HUH?!

[Mini Lore: They discovered flying on magic broomsticks is not as fun as what H*rry P*tter did back in H*gw*arts.]

[Botanical Garden]

PP!MC/Yuu: *Walking by*

[Then PP!MC/Yuu hears a sounds of a crying child. They walked faster to find the source and sees the kid sitting on a bench bawling his eyes out.]

PP!MC/Yuu: *Walks towards the child and looks up* Hey, little one. Are you okay?

Cheka: *Sniffs and looks down* Hm?

PP!MC/Yuu: ‘It seems he’s calming down.’ I’m MC/Yuu. You look very sad. Tell me why you’re crying and maybe I can help you.

Cheka: *SNIFFS* I-I got lost and can’t find Oji-tan… *Tearing up again*

PP!MC/Yuu: ‘Oji-tan?’ Oh! Don’t cry anymore, little one. I see you’re looking for someone. Could you tell me who is the person you’re supposed to be with? Like hair color, eye color, or other features.

Cheka: My Oji-tan is tall, green eyes and has dark long hair.

PP!MC/Yuu: Leona? You’re looking for him. I think I know where he is.

Cheka: *Wipes his tears* Really?

PP!MC/Yuu: Of course!

Cheka: *Grabs PP!MC/Yuu and runs off to find his Oji-tan*

PP!MC/Yuu: Whoa! Wait!

Cheka: We are coming, Oji-tan!

[An hour later]

PP!MC/Yuu: Leona! How could you leave your nephew behind?

Leona: Oh, hey.

PP!MC/Yuu: Cheka was lost around the school and I was the one who found him. I mean where are his parents or some guardian?

Leona: Cheka wanted to see me.

PP!MC/Yuu: Okay, then where’s the responsible adult?

Leona: You.

PP!MC/Yuu: What?

Leona: You found him and since you claimed to be an adult. You’re looking out for him.

PP!MC/Yuu: *Grits their teeth in anger* Leona…

Cheka: Then can I play with you?

PP!MC/Yuu: Now wait a minute-

Leona: Of course you can. After all, they’re fun to play with.

Cheka: YEAH!

PP!MC/Yuu: LEONA!!!

[Then Cheka proceeds to play with PP!MC/Yuu during his stay. PP!MC/Yuu just thinks of bashing Leona with a toy hammer.]

[Heartstabyul]

PP!MC/Yuu: Back in my time, there wasn’t any smartphones or tablets you guys have now. I had a Nokia and other pagers for my old job. Now, ever since Crowley gave me a phone when Holiday Break started, I’m still unfamiliar with the technology.

Cater: Aww. Are you asking Cay-kun for his help?

PP!MC/Yuu: Yes, please. I only know how to texts others and I need to catch up.

Cater: Of course! I’ll show you everything you need for your phone. You can ask me anything.

PP!MC/Yuu: Alright, quick question. What is “IDGAF”? Ace texted those letters in a group chat he created for the first years.

Cater: Oh! That’s a bad phrase you don’t want to know.

PP!MC/Yuu: Cater, I’m an adult trapped in a toy’s body. What is it?

Cater: I don’t give a fuck.

PP!MC/Yuu: …Well, that was rude.

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charlesinferno · 2 months

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Everyone thinks will is Trans but let's be honest here; Frankie I'd trand while will's genderfluid. I don't make the rules

OIGHHGE you just reminded me to post my Queer HCs i fucking forgor

Creeps HCs (Queer edition oooo)

Laughing Jack

I honestly can see him being aroace and non binary. The idea of gender is one that isn't like deeply pushed upon his kind, he's a children's toy and that's what he sees himself as. Boy? Sure, Isaac's a boy, he can call himself that too

Girl? Why not

he sees himself as a toy, a children's toy. Made for entertainment, and friendship.

William Grossman

The reason i see him as a trans guy is cause 1) i am trans myself, 2) i can see him wearing clothes like Jessie Pinkman from Breaking Bad or Marshall Lee, he got the top surgery and his scars look pretty sick 🔥

TbH this headcanons is also heavily tied with Isaac because i like making SO many connections between those two. He's very proud of his gender and how he looks like, and he loves how he has Jack to make him company! Jack helps him get shots lol

Oh and he's also a bisexual disaster but doesn't get many bitches

Isaac: get a girlfriend Will!

Laughing Jack: or a boyfriend, he's bi!

Isaac: Damn nobody want u fr 😭

Laughing Jack: That's what i'm saying like 😭😭😭

Will: ;-;

Frankie The Undead

Ok it first started as a silly headcanon inspired by other people's but now i can actually see it

I see this man as a trans man, and a gay man. This man has been kissing dudes since the 40s. He used to have this lover back in the 40s he always wrote letters to, they've all been burned but he sometimes remembers those times. (Also this is the willfrank shipper in me talking but his past lover looked awfully similar to William)

He's also trans because i love transmasc characters that are old i love it. He doesn't bind because he doesn't feel like it, being fat also helps lmao. He loves his body, he just fucking hates the stitches <33

Isaac Grossman

I can't decide if this guy is aro, gay, or bisexual, he's too queer for me. YES, the guy people see as queerphobic is ironically the most queer in my eyes. Imagine the repression he went through from his teenage years to adulthood, the loneliness. He only had one person that could understand him, and it was Jack. With time he forgot he was ever accepted, as he forgot Jack.

He never found any "true love", but there was a man that sticked with him even after death.

Also, yeah, i think the biggest change i gave to his original story is that he's AFAB. How does Will exist? Well, only children weren't exactly common for poor families in the 1800s England. The isolation he felt most of his life, the constant struggle of thinking, knowing, that out of everyone around you, you're alone on this one.

Jack, again, was the only place he could've feel safe, if they just didn't kill that cat. What could've been.

This man is TRAUMATIZED and my angsty teen ass is the culprit

#★. postz #isaac lee grossman #isaac grossman #william grossman #will grossman #frankie the undead #frankie creeps #laughing jack #creeps comic #lgbt headcanons

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cl0wnj0k3s · 2 months

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Seawing plushes exist (if you didn’t know)

I found this thing on Etsy. It’s expensive tho

#seawing #wings of fire #plushies

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arenpath · 2 years

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The Lost Boys x a cat person!reader David edition

Pairing: David x reader (you/yours) Word count: 1.7k Warnings: no? Summary: the reader tried to get along with David as if he was a stray cat A/n: See a mistake? Let me know! Comments and reblogs are appreciated

You still remembered the day when you were walking down the street with your parents holding hands. It was midsummer. Warm summer wind was passing over your skin, giving a pleasant sensation and immersing in your own thoughts. You were walking not saying a word just enjoying the company of one another until you decided to break the silence.

“You know I want a cat! Yeah, a cat. I would put it’s bowl near our dining table so we could eat like a true family! It would definitely be green. I like green. Oh, we could also buy a bunch of different toys for cats or make them with our own hands, and moreover...”

You didn't really count on anything. Perhaps you said all this just to say something and maybe involve your parents a bit more in your life, to show what you are interested in.

Really, you were not like those children from movies and series who with all their hearts wanted to get a four-legged friend. But still, the thought that in theory you could have one warmed your soul.

So you were shocked when you saw the parents entered the house with a kitten in their arms. Also your mom was holding a bowl, not green but anyway...

From that day your “career” of a cat lover began.

In addition to taking care of your own cat, you also showed it in relation to street cats near your house or your school building.

You fed, healed, combed and played with them.

The fact that stray cats, who were aggressive to everyone else, were your friends made you feel special and loved during puberty, when the relationship with parents was not the best.

When you grew up a little, fate decreed that you had to start life from scratch, but already in Santa Carla, where you met him.

You were on the boardwalk every day, but you never paid attention to the locals and tourists walking there.

The only purpose of your visit was not to eat cotton candy and ride the rides, but to get to work and back.

But that Friday night you allowed yourself to take a break from everything and enjoy the beauty of this town and this place.

Through children's laughter and human voices mixed with music, you heard quite loud and deep voices.

A group of four pank looking boys was hanging out next to the railing surrounded by motorcycles.

One of them attracted you most with his charisma, strong facial features and unusual fashion style. He didn’t talk much, he was just listening to his friends and occasionally grinning, staring at people passing by.

He really had everything you were looking for in men, at least at first glance, but there was something dangerous in the air next to these guys, so you decided to wait to get acquainted. He was clearly not the type to get along with quickly so you had to act carefully, just like with cats.

After looking around the company one more time, you disappeared into the crowd. Needless to say, after that night you began to look for the time to walk along the boardwalk much more often.

Over the past couple of weeks, you had learned where and at what time they usually liked to gather, always arriving there a little earlier than they did. Attempts to find them during the day were unsuccessful.

You tried to behave naturally so that they would get used to the fact that you were always somewhere nearby and at the same time not to seem like a creep to them.

Despite the desire to approach and start a conversation, you understood that the best solution would be just to wait, not paying much attention to them, that he would soon come to you himself.

And believe me, he wanted to come over. And not just him. David and his guys noticed you a long time ago in the crowd of citizens and tourists and how often you were near the places where they usually spent nights. But unlike the others, David smelled the most magnificent fragrance, which, he could swear, was the best in all the time of his immortality.

To the others, you smelled nice too, but it couldn't even come close to what David felt.

He had to stop Paul and Marko repeatedly so that they would not come up to you and spoil the "game" or, even worse, eat you in the nearest alley. At least he should be the first to taste the first bite.

Although he hadn't really decided whether he wanted to drain your body completely and get rid of it in the ocean or keep you, so he decided not to take any active moves meanwhile, but only came closer to you with his brothers every day and regularly tried to catch your eye.

Noticing that your presence next to them became quite obvious to them and that gradually they began to approach you cautiously, but there were no attempts to talk to you from your crush, you decided that it might be worth changing the plan of action a little.

So, sitting on one of the benches and watching the guys out of the corner of your eye, you caught the eye of their leader and decided that it was time to act. In a couple of short steps, you came to the one whose name you wanted to know so much. In order not to frighten or give a wrong idea about yourself, you kept your distance. Not saying a word, you held out your hand to him.

That's what you did with stray cats, giving them the opportunity to sniff you and get to know you a little closer.

David was caught off guard, he didn't expect you to act so soon, and there was a completely different scenario in his head, clearly not where you calmly approach him and silently extend your hand to him.

When he heard Paul and Marko laughing and whistling behind him, he gave a sign with his head, letting others know that you need to be left alone.

Regaining his neutral expression, he looked you up and down. After lingering his gaze on your still outstretched hand, he smirked, looked into your eyes and with unexpected accuracy and tenderness he shook your hand.

With the same gesture with which he drove the guys away, he pointed towards the beach, offering to have a stroll.

You were walking in silence. David occasionally was glancing at you, but most of the way he was looking straight ahead, holding his hands behind his back. At the same time he was listening to the sound of the ocean and your beating heart.

If someone else were in your place, then as soon as the lights of the boardwalk would become completely invisible, they would meet with sharp fangs that would tear the flesh in a matter of seconds.

But your aroma and your little game of stalker for this walk forced him to postpone eating. He and the guys could always find someone from the drunk surfers that they would not have time to blink as he would become a delicious snack and a pleasant addition to the evening.

That night made it clear to you that the rapprochement strategy gave the first results and you had to keep going.

You wanted David to associate you with something pleasant, tasty and desirable when meeting you. The mandatory step for you in taming a street cat was feeding it something delicious, free lunch.

Street food was not suitable, as you have seen more than once how the shortest guy from his company went into restaurants with Chinese food for a take out. Bringing him homemade food in containers would be embarassing for both of you. That's why you decided to opt for sweets, hoping that there was a place for sweets in such a seemingly harsh guy.

Before handing over the first set of sweets, something happened that made you calm down about your choice, namely, you heard one of the twisted sisters teasing David, who was staring at the candies in a shop window.

To tell the truth, the first time you took him around the corner and handed him a box of sweets, he wanted to laugh. He had never received chocolate-covered strawberries in his entire long and now eternal life. Yes, it was hilarious that he, a monster that used to kill people on a regular basis, found himself in the situation like that, but it was touching somehow.

He was sure that if he had been alive his heart would have skipped a beat and he would have started blushing.

“Thanks, kitten. Appreciate it”.

So you started bringing him something sweet every night, and he in turn became more affectionate.

However, your life in Santa Carla didn't revolve only around the boardwalk and David. During your stay here, you managed to make friends here. with whom you spent the daytime, because David and his friends were clearly late risers.

Thus, one of your friends after a vacation in another country brought you a box of expensive chocolate which you absolutely wanted to share with David.

You found him standing alone with his eyes closed next to a pillar.

He sensed your approach. Chuckled, he turned his head in your direction.

“What’s cooking, good looking? Look what I have here!”

David was ready to swear by everything he had that he had never been interested in anyone and no one had attracted him the way you did.

“I’m listening, darling”

“One of my friends gifted me a box of expensive chocolate, and if you don’t mind I want to share it with you”

“Well...”, he grunted. “You’ve already brought me so much stuff, sugar. Keep it for yourself this time. Besides, I know something better than sweets”

“Yeah? What’s this then?”

“My boys and I have a bottle of mellow red wine at our place. I can put my finger that the flavor will blow your mind and you’ll never forget this”

He put one of his arms on your shoulder and lightly squeezed it, looking into your eyes.

“And where is it?”

You visibly tensed under his gaze and from his touch, although before that you would have given anything for him to look and touch only you.

“Know where Hudson’s Bluff is?”

#the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #david tlb #paul tlb #marko tlb #dwayne tlb #david the lost boys x reader #david the lost boys #x reader #the lost boys 1987 #paul the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #marko the lost boys

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draconic-ichor · 28 days

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The Cat, The Sun, and The Moon

Fnaf fanfic

Sun/moon x female oc

Part 8

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, vaginal fingering, use of toys, vaginal sex with a toy

Summary: Tabby and Sun spend some quality time together and finally have a real date day while exploring their new relationship…while Moon feels like a third wheel.

Feedback appreciated, 18+.

The last week had been quite eventful…

Sun, ever the robot to please, took every opportunity to fulfill duties he saw as ‘househusbandly’. Despite not putting actual labels to each other, Tabby and Sun very quickly started giving ‘I love yous’ to one another. True sentiment warmed the words, neither ever finding such companionship and acceptance prior.

Tabby had cared for them for a good long while, finally starting to accept how deeply that feeling truly ran. They were animatronics, but had given her more in the short time she’d known them than any man with a heart of flesh. It was an odd feeling, to be safe in another’s arms, but they were weird and that was perfectly alright.

Not to mention Tabby’s fingers had quite literally been within his chest, a special type of intimacy only he, Moon, and her shared.

Vulnerability was a gift, one that both Tabby and Sun chose to give after keeping it so hidden after years of mistreatment at the hands of others.

It was a layer of closeness that Moon coveted, yet his fears held that want deeply.

More good news came in the announcement that Fazbear Entertainment was cutting losses and fully pulling out of that area of the country. Too many financial losses over the last year.

Tabby nightly creeped all their socials and Internet forums since the fire to keep tabs on the company the best she could. It was a relief to have their presence no longer casting a foreboding shadow over them.

Tabby was more comfortable going on walks with Sun, getting him some true fresh air and new sights. The attitude of the world shifting, the younger generations hardly batting an eye to robots in the city. Tabby still made them keep their hood up, even going as far to make him wear a face mask or carry an umbrella some days.

Moon was another story…still being quite withdrawn and moody. He’d started climbing the fire escape at night, spending hours just looking at the sky…

The bedroom filled with the rhythmic sounds of passion, praises mixed with the slap of skin against metal.

Sun’s hand was over his pelvis, fingers curled upwards to mimic the placement of a cock. Tabby straddled him, bouncing on those fingers, being urged on by his free hand on her hip. Sun was nothing but words of praise and encouragement, rays spinning as she lost herself further.

Tabby had her hands flat against the metal of his chest, legs trembling as his fingers stretched her open.

“You’re so beautiful.” His voice was wistful, optics hearts as he watched her.

The sound she made mixed in with the wet squelched of her cunt.

“Pretty, pretty, pretty.” Sun chanted, “All for me.”

“Yes.” Tabby nodded, losing herself rapidly.

“Say it.” Sun urged, curling his fingers into her sweet spot.

“I’m yours!” She hiccuped, hips bucking forward.

His rays spun, smile spanning the width of his faceplate. The hand on her hip gripped her a bit tighter, fingers digging into the skin possessively. He very quickly learned the weakness she felt by just the size of his hands.

Moon watched, feeling a mixture of jealousy, discomfort and soul crushing desire. Becoming an involuntarily voyeur to their activities did nothing for his shyness when interacting with Tabitha.

He knew what she tasted like, the sounds she made in pleasure, and what her insides felt around exploring fingers. It was all through a film of gauze, a layer of separation when he wasn’t in control, but it was enough.

Oh god it was enough.

The desire he felt, when watching her cry out for Sun, was indescribable.

It sank deep into his circuits, melting his processors to mush when he’d replay those tapes over and over again for himself later.

Sun was deaf to Moon’s current suffering, much too preoccupied with the woman using his fingers to fuck herself silly.

He felt her tighten, urging her on sweetly.

“I love you!” She cried, clamping around his fingers. She fell forward, cuddling into his chest as quakes of pleasure rocketed through her body.

“I love you too, Sunshine!” Sun held her close, working her through the most recent orgasm, “You did so so so so well!”

Feeling that she was quite spent, he withdrew from her, cuddling her a bit before sitting her down.

She flopped onto the bed, sweaty as she gulped in air.

“Good morning Starlight!” Sun’s smile was arrogant as his rays softly clinked back and forth.

“M-morning.” She managed back, raising a thumbs up.

Sun chuckled, leaning closer to ask cheekily, “Better than coffee?”

She gave a nod, echoing, “Better than coffee.” She swallowed, adding “I still would like coffee though…” There was almost a pleading lilt to her voice making Sun chuckle further.

He stood up, leaning his lanky frame easily over the bed to press his faceplate to her forehead in a makeshift kiss.

“I’ll start a bath for you, then coffee after, alrighty?” He hummed.

She nodded, attempting to still the small quakes of aftershocks.

Sun continued to hum, evolving into a tune as he left the bedroom.

Tabby smoothed back sweaty strands of hair from her forehead, hearing the faucet turn on across the hall.

Sun’s caretaking skills smoothly slid into the daily routine of taking care of her “in every way” as he would say. The animatronic not leave much space to doubt his intentions, or Tabby the room to question…often.

This is weird…

She thought, sitting up.

But I’m…happy?

Her thoughts swirled.

It was an odd feeling, to be content with the presence of a partner, to feel secure in someone’s arms. Like they would kill for you.

As promised the coffee was poured and ready on the counter as Tabby stepped out of the bathroom, towling her hair dry as she went. Cup still steaming she carefully took it, breathing deep the aroma.

“It’s a beautiful day!” Sun announced, looking out the balcony door windows. He mindlessly swayed as he watched people walk below.

“Let’s go out today?” Tabby offered, brightening as she sat the damn towel beside her.

“Just a walk?” Sun asked, not turning from the window, “We just bought groceries.”

“We could go to the mall?” Voice hopeful, “It could be fun.”

“I've never been to a mall!” Sun’s head spun around like an owl to meet her question with an excited grin.

“It’s a weekday, so it shouldn’t be too busy.” She sipped her coffee again before going on, “But I can show you where I get my shoes and stuff.”

“I’d love love love to!” Sun agreed wholly, his body twisting fluidly to right itself with his head position.

Even though they’d taken a handful of walks together previously Sun never lost that look of wonder about him with every new outing. He would smile up into the sunlight and admire every little tree or bird that dotted the city streets.

Being near him made Tabby forget how mundane things had seemed to become. His optimism was a breath of fresh air to her smog filled mind.

And when the animatronic was happy he was talkative.

Sun chatted her ear off as they walked to the mall, reaching out to hold her hand. She would nod and smile, just listening to him ramble on about anything. He moved his free hand to emphasize certain words, smiling at her with utter delight.

The mall was big, multiple stories of shops with a large food court and open central plaza. Everything was a pale white with natural lighting making it feel more inviting despite the emptiness such a building could have on a slow day.

Sun walked in, faceplate raised towards the ceiling in an attempt to take everything in. It has been a long time since he’d been in such a large structure, waves of nostalgia washing over him.

“Woah.” He turned a bit, face still skyward.

“And this isn’t even the biggest one in the city.” Tabby pointed out.

“Dang.” Sun hummed, listening to the echo of their shoes.

“It’s a nice place to waste a day.” Tabby shrugged, taking his hand again.

She led him towards a bigger clothing store; Sun just followed obediently, too engrossed in trying to see everything around him.

“I shop here a lot when I’m not buying stuff online.” She informed, pulling him into the maze of clothing racks. Sun looked like a lone tree standing far above the racks, faceplate a never fading smile as Tabby explained certain sections and styles.

“Let’s put you in some skinny jeans and a nice flannel shirt!” Tabby clapped her hands together excitedly.

Sun looked bashful but nodded.

They found what she was imagining, scouting out a free dressing room to follow. Despite his stick legs it took a good few moments and teamwork to get him into the jeans, the pants only coming to his calf given his tall stature. The flannel was much easier, button ups totally avoiding the issue of his disk-like head and the wires that attached it.

Tabby stepped back to admire her work as Sun looked himself over.

“You look good!” She smiled brightly, a blush dusting her cheeks.

“I do?” He cocked his head, fiddling with the shirt a bit in the mirror. He shifted a bit, commenting, “The pants are a bit restrictive…”

“The price of beauty.” Tabby teased, padding up to look at them both in the mirror. Sun put his arm around her.

“Make a good pair?” He asked, a smile stretching across his faceplate.

She leaned into him more, making a thinking face just to worry him.

“Yes.” She finally gave him relief, adding afterwards, “But if you really want to match I’ll have to find some leather pants and spiked jewelry for you.”

Sun wilted, making her laugh.

“I’m joking!” She playfully shoved him away a bit, “I know black isn’t your color. Moon might dress punk with me though.”

“You both are brats.” Sun huffed, crossing his arms and looking away indignantly.

Tabby giggled harder, trying to tickle him and break his resolve.

As Sun worked to shimmy out of the jeans, Tabby’s attention shifted back towards the mirror. She looked herself over: her clothes were starting to get pretty tight…

She smoothed her hands over her stomach, drifting downwards to her widening hips.

She gave a little sigh.

Sun perked up, the look of frustration falling away to concern. He shuffled around a bit, pants holding his feet together.

“Sunshine?” He chirped.

Tabby sighed again, unwavering in her scrutiny, “I’m gaining weight…” her voice was thick with disappointment.

Sun scoffed, “Because you are finally eating healthy.”

It was true.

Sun was an attentive caretaker, making three meals a day for her and guilt tripping hard if she refused. She was finally providing her body with adequate nutrition after years of energy drinks and boxed snacks.

“I think you look pretty.” Sun spoke genuinely, adding, “More now than ever.” The certainty in his tone, like every word was fact, made her look back at herself again.

There was more color to her cheeks, a brightness about her. If anything she looked less boney, filling out her figure.

“You think so?” She hummed.

“I know so.” He smiled back, hopping a bit to get his foot free of the constructive pants.

Sun ended up buying a flannel with his own hard earned money, even finding a funny T-shirt for Moon. Tabby giggled, reading over it. The shirt was dark with big bold letters saying: I Bite.

It didn’t take long for Sun to spot their next impromptu stop.

“They have an arcade!” Sun exclaimed, pointing towards the gaming corner of the mall. His optics showed stars, bouncing a bit as he asked, “Can we go? Can we? Can we? Can we?”

“We gotta stay in the main half.” She pointed out, remembering the darker, neon light section.

“Please!?” He begged, jumping in place.

Tabby took his arm to steady him, smiling, “Let go.”

“Yeah!!”

As they stepped inside, shoes sticking to the crunchy patterned carpet, Tabby realized how barren the place was. They would basically have the main gaming area to themselves.

She found a token machine, ruffling through her purse for money. Sun swayed happily beside her, excitement vibrating through his system.

“I always wanted to go to the arcade.” Sun beamed, “It looked so fun!”

“Why didn’t you?” She asked, feeding dollars into the token machine as she listened.

“It was against the rules.” He answered simply, “But Moon would go sometimes. And sometimes he’d bring me little things back.” Sun cupped a hand as if holding the little trinkets, smiling down at his empty palm in memory, “One time he found a little fish toy that could glow in the dark. I made sure to leave it in the light so he could see it glow later.”

Tabby glanced back at him. Sentimental affection pooled in his milky gaze, still cupping his empty hand.

“Maybe we can win one today?” She offered, collecting the tokens.

“Yea!?” Sun brightened, looking suddenly determined.

He skipped deeper into the game room, faceplate rotating as much as the hoodie would allow, to take everything in.

His voice was light as he chirped, “What first?! What first?!”

“Anything you like.” Tabby smiled, adding cheekily, “What would you like to pop your arcade cherry with?”

Sun didn’t even register her risqué comment, too engrossed in his surroundings. Looking like a kid in a candy store, the animatronic wandered around to browse his options. With every bright flash of light from a machine, or funky sound he would jump and gush about how amazing it was.

Tabby smiled softly, following with her hands full of tokens patiently. This was all new for him after all.

He halted, pointing, “That one!”

Tabby followed his finger, seeing a two person racing game. This was one that you could sit on fake motorcycles to turn and steer.

She chuckled with a nod, feeding the tokens in as Sun got comfortable. (Or as comfortable as one with such a lanky frame could manage) He gripped the handlebars, leaning forward to mimic people he saw on tv.

“Easy, tiger.” Tabby swung her leg over her own.

He almost didn’t hear her, bouncing a bit with impatience.

The game was fast, but Sun was full of laughter nevertheless, begging to go again. Afterwards they played some smaller games here or there until Sun’s attention was captured by a corner of rainbow lighting.

“Let’s do this one!” Sun smiled eagerly at a dance dance Revolution game. The bright lights of the dance pad reflected off his metal, sending colors dancing over his features.

“I…might sit this one out.” Tabby held herself a little tighter, taking a step back.

Sun cocked his head, reaching out for her, “Come on starlight, it’ll be fun.” His voice was both gentle and encouraging at the same time, sending a crack through her self consciousness.

“I’m shit at dancing.” She shook her head.

“It’s not about being good.” He smiled, “It’s about having fun!”

He took her hands, leading her closer to the game, “Come on.”

“Fine!” She conceded, awkwardly stepping onto the dance square.

They both were pretty bad at the game, Sun not letting it get to him despite it all. He was all smiles and laughter as he tried to hit the lit up squares while Tabby tried to focus intently.

She ended up loosing…sorely.

“That was fun!” Sun straightened, unable to get winded.

Tabby on the other hand, huffed to catch her breath, face red.

“Better luck next time.” Sun smiled, no jesting to his encouragement.

“No.” Tabby huffed hotly, bending down to fight with the buckles of her boots.

He tilted his head, “No?”

“Fuck you.” She threw her boots to the side, “I want a rematch.”

He glanced down at her sock clad feet, realizing she was attempting to get some sort of advantage without her chunky boots. Sun’s look of concern evaporated into a sly smirk.

“If you insist, starlight.” His voice was like honey, a gleam to his milky eyes.

She lost again…

Sun cheered triumphantly this time, the fires of competition going to his head.

“It’s not fair.” Tabby murmured indignantly as she fetched her boots, “You have longer legs.”

“And you are a sore loser.” He shot back, adding cheekily, “With tiny legs.”

“I’m normal sized!” She stomped.

“Not from my perspective.” He teased, standing as straight as he could to exasperate the difference in their heights.

Tabby sputtered up at him like a feral kitten, becoming worse at his smug smile. He chuckled at her little display, crossing his arms as he waited her out.

“Just because you look like a giraffe!” She spouted.

“A giraffe?” He put a hand to his chest.

“You’re even yellow!” Tabby couldn’t help the smile that cracked over her face.

“I’m even yellow???” Sun echoed in disbelief, putting on a tone of offense, “How dare you?”

Tabby cracked further, a little giggle eaking out as Sun dramatically laid the back of his hand over his faceplate, free hand fisted over his chest.

“How dare you?!” He turned away flamboyantly, bowing his head.

Tabby fully laughed now at his antics, closing the distance between them to grab at him.

“Oh come on, theater boy.” She giggled, trying to pull him, “We have more tokens to spend!”

Dropping the act like a stone, Sun turned back towards her snickering.

They managed to get a good haul of tickets; Sun a bit too proficient with time centric games, Tabby needing to cut him off before they got kicked out for cheating.

Sun waited near the entrance, people watching, as Tabby turned in their winnings at the prize counter. He’d begun to daydream when she padded up next to him.

“Was this what you meant?” Tabby’s voice was hopeful as she held out a little soft plastic toy: it was a small green fish with painted black eyes.

Sun took it carefully, smiling, “It’s a bit different, but it’s still swell!” He had to use his free hand to press against his rays to keep them away, looking almost embarrassed as he tilted his head.

“What else did you get?” He asked, trying to distract from himself.

“Um…” Tabby looked into the little bag, “I got a sticky hand, and a Chinese finger trap…” she showed off each object respectively.

“I used to have to confiscate those a lot.” Sun murmured, gesturing to the finger trap.

“Wait why?” She cocked her head, skeptical.

Sun frowned, “The kids would get them stuck and scream, or they would trick the smaller ones to do the same thing. I just started taking them. That and slime…” Sun shivered in remembrance, “The slime got everywhere.”

“Did you ever have problems with the magnets?” Tabby asked as they walked back into the main plaza. She could remember all the promotional or character magnets the Plex’s arcade counter used to have.

“Like with the kids or myself?”

“Yourself.” She clarified, “Like the kids using them against you.”

“You think Fazbear Entertainment makes gift magnets strong enough to interfere with any software??” He scoffed.

“Fair enough.”

“The most damage they could do is to my patience.” He huffed, “They would make a game of sticking them to my back on the bits of steel around my mounting ring.”

“Mounting ring.” Tabby giggled.

“That’s what it’s called!” Sun snapped, exasperated.

“Like a horse.” She snorted.

Sun played a fairly realistic horse sound from his voice box making Tabby cover her mouth to hide the noise that threatened to leave her.

“I can do more.” Sun announced, playing a different one and making her break down a bit more. Tabby was attempting to keep her cool in public, Sun using that to his advantage. He leaned in closer, smile devious. “I can even gallop a bit for you if you ask reeeeal nicely.”

“What about a horse ride?” She managed through the snickers, still hiding half her face.

“You’ll have to take me to dinner first.” He winked.

“Sun!”

She shoved him playfully as they laughed, other people gave a side eye at their antics as they passed.

As the laughter subsided, Sun caught a sound: a low grumble. His head tilted, asking knowingly, “Are you hungry?”

“…maybe.”

The food court was more busy than the other sections of the mall, as it was getting closer to lunchtime. Sun pulled his hoodie closed around his faceplate, hunching over to follow behind Tabby. She went straight for the Chinese restaurant, a goofy panda sign greeting them.

This was all greasy quick versions of food, although you wouldn’t find her complaining about it. Sun declined any himself, knowing all he needed by a quick scan.

“This definitely reminds me of the plex…” he commented, tapping a finger on the table once they sat down. His optics squinted a bit as Tabby stirred in some packets of soy sauce.

“It’s mall food.” She shrugged, beginning to eat.

Natural light filtered in through the large sky windows over the food court. Sun never realized how much he missed the background hum of people, gathered together enjoying their time together. He felt content, simply sitting quietly to listen as Tabby played on her phone in-between bites.

Sun watched her, optics half lidded. His head tilted to the side.

Tabby noticed his gaze, making a little movement of realization. Sun’s smile widened fondly at the rosey blush that darkened her cheeks.

“What?” She gave a self conscious giggle, averting her gaze.

Sun’s fans whirled more audibly, moving a hand across the table. His arm rested against it gently as his fingers reached out towards her hand. Tabby instinctively moved a bit closer, lacing their fingers together.

“I’ve had a really good time today.” Sun murmured. His voice was soft and genuine.

She gave his hand a little squeeze. He returned the gesture, free hand coming up to push a threatening ray back in.

“I hope-“ Tabby stirred around her food a bit, eyes downcast, “We can do more together from now on.”

“I’d like that.” He nodded.

“Oh hey, I used to get some edgy jewelry here!” Tabby pointed to another shop. This one was fairly dark compared to the main mall, with lettering that resembled graffiti. Sun tilted his head, a tight look to his smile.

“Come on!” She pulled him by the hand, “They have cool band t-shirts!”

As they entered Sun was greeted with the sound of heavy music, following as Tabby still dragged him along.

“This definitely looks like a store you’d shop at…” he murmured, half smile forced.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She halted, releasing him to rest a hand on her hip.

He didn’t answer with words, instead glancing around at the spiked jewelry, chains, and fake leather.

“Shut up.” She hissed.

He hovered around her for a bit, groaning here and there as she looked through racks of clothes. Sun finally wandered off on his own as Tabby looked over the jewelry section.

Not finding anything to her liking she straighter, looking around for her animatronic. Being seven foot tall normally made him stick out like a sore thumb, but with this store’s floor to ceiling shelves he was off her radar.

She found Sun near the back of the store, engrossed in the colorful objects lining the wall.

Oh god,

Tabby thought…

He found the sex toys.

Seeing her approach he eagerly pointed to one, “I like this one!”

Tabby followed his gaze to see a multicolored dildo sporting a suction cup base. Her stomach flipped a bit.

“That’s so big.” She whispered to him, embarrassed.

“It says ‘medium’.” He informed, pointing to the listed size.

Tabby’s face reddened, hissing lowly, “In no world is eight inches, ‘medium’!”

Sun hummed a bit, taking the box carefully off the hook. He compared it to the length of his fingers, doing some quick math in his head.

“You’ve taken three fingers already, this shouldn’t be much more of a squeeze.” He gave a big smile.

“Fuckin hell, don’t say that right now.” She was crimson.

“Please Sunshine?” He begged, pouting out his lip a bit, “I think we could have some fun with it.”

She turned away, tapping her foot a bit. Sun, knelt down to muscle her, begging more pitifully.

“Fine.” Tabby conceded.

Sun’s rays spun happily, the animatronic getting scolded shortly after.

Tabby about died all over again when the cashier’s eye drifted between her and the animatronic with a smirk. She had them double bag the purchase before escaping.

She didn’t breathe easy until they were back outside, letting out her breath. Sun was absolutely beaming, carrying the bags as he followed beside her.

“Want to try a smoothie?” Tabby asked excitedly, pointing to a little shop, “They make the best fruity ones here!”

“Sure!” Sun accepted instantly.

They waited in line, Sun hunching a bit to look less conspicuous. Tabby ordered a wild berry smoothie, while Sun wanted to try a tropical citrus one.

They began their walk again, turning their steps towards the apartment. Sun sipped on his drink, rays threatening to pop out in his excitement. “It’s good!” He announced happily.

“I’m happy you like it.” She smiled, walking closely by his side. Her eyes drifted down to the bag he was still holding, blushing a bit.

“Hm?” He tilted his head, voice clear despite him currently mid drink.

“It’s just…” Tabby looked away, “I don’t understand how you can still find me pretty after seeing me so gross and sick.”

Sun scoffed, “That was nothing. I've dealt with far worse, thousands of times.

“And that doesn’t get to you?” She asked, sipping from her cup.

“Not really.” Sun shrugged, smile never fading, “I don’t really feel disgust about the same things humans do.”

Tabby looked interested, Sun going on as they walked, “Well a large part of human disgust to certain things is the fear of contamination or infection, but I can’t get sick.”

She watched as he spoke, loving how he would use his hands to better express his words. His smoothie caused a bit of problems in that regard, it threatened to spill as he spoke.

“Of course I can still find things disgusting, but human fictions I’m quite jaded to.” He smiled, “Oh!” He lifted his free hand to tap at the decorative nose on his faceplate with his index finger, “I can’t really smell…well anything! So that helps.”

Tabby nodded, “That makes sense.”

“But don’t worry about grossing me out.” He waved his hand, a laugh to his tone, “It’s hard to do.”

Sun hummed a tune as he stripped off his clothes. Neatly folding the bright colored garments, he placed them back on a shelf in the hall closet, grabbing the much darker stack from the same shelf. He gingerly put on Moon’s hoodie and sweatpants, smoothing himself down afterwards.

Happy with himself he padded over to the light switch, waiting just long enough to finish the song he’d been humming. Nodding, he flipped the switch, the room instantly growing dim.

Moon blinked awake, taking a moment to gather himself. Having gone into rest mode earlier in the day, the transition was a bit more of an effort than normal. Feeling himself over, he realized Sun had saved him a bit of time by changing clothes already. He huffed, mood sour.

Not even that little gesture smoothing him out. He scuttled away, crawling into their box fort.

“Oh hey!” Tabby’s face lit up when she saw him.

Moon jumped a bit, fans kicking up as he ducked into the fort.

Her smile faded ever so slightly, pressing on nevertheless to show him some of the items from the earlier adventure.

She had the shirt set out on the table, gesturing to it, “Sun found a shirt for you. It’ll be less constricting. And…oh!” She found the little fish.

Padding closer she held out the toy to him like an offering, it giving off a faint glow in the dim light.

Moon peeked out, optics shifting in-between the fish and her face.

“We won it for you!” She smiled happily.

His chest knotted up, feeling hotter. Moon gulped, emotions becoming a tangle in his circuits.

Unable to process he withdrew, turning away from her with a grating sound coming from his voice-box.

Tabby straightened, concern flashing over her face for a fleeting moment. She placed the toy on the bookshelf, fingers lingering on the wood for a long moment before she turned back towards the animatronic.

Things had been tense between them since Sun had become a boyfriend to her of sorts…and she couldn’t blame him for feeling awkward around her.

What if he was disgusted? Or maybe he’s angry?

She thought, biting her lip. Trying to smooth things over a bit, they did have to live together after all, she offered softly, “Want to watch a movie together?”

“No.”

The answer was quick and sharp, Moon not even looking up.

“Well maybe we can-“ she was cut off abruptly.

Moon growled out a, “Go away.”

Annoyance shot through her at his total dismissal of her olive branch, that feeling fueling her next words.

“Why are you such a grumpus tonight?” Tabby asked, hands on her hips.

Moon shuffled deeper into the box fort, almost completely hidden.

Taking a breath, she tried to remind herself of his unfortunate, and from her perspective, disinterested, situation.

“Well…” Tabby dejectedly sat the tv remote on the coffee table, “Heres this, if you want to watch tv…and Sun hid all of my snacks on top of the cabinets.” She frowned, “So if you want any, they are up there. Help yourself.”

When he didn’t answer she sighed, leaving him be.

S: You are being a brat.

M: Shut up.

S: Touché Touché

Moon growled from deep in his throat, scribbling away at a drawing. He’d already snapped a few of their crayons by this point.

S: Is someone jealous?

Moon didn’t answer, covering the paper in dark circles.

S: Mad I'm the favorite?

Sun pushed his buttons.

M: what happened to her being ‘ours’???

S: You not making a move happened.

S: I'm not stopping you, she might even enjoy it.

M: unlikely…

Another crayon snapped, Moon ruffling through the box for a new one.

S: What did you tell me before?

Sun made some humming sounds in their shared headspace showily, making Moon roll his eyes.

S: OH! I remember!

S: “You better stop thinking a hole in our head and do something about it…”

S: Awfully ironic now, eh Moony?

S: Eating your own words? So to speak

“Shut up!” He growled aloud, pulling his hat down to cover his face.

Sun softened.

S: I'm only messing with you…

“Im not in the mood for messing.” He whispered, looking down at the storm of dark colors on the paper. He frowned, pointed teeth poking from his lips.

S: Oh moony…

S: Just talk to her, you’ll never know unless you do.

Moon huffed, clawing at the paper a bit.

M: She won’t like me…that way…Not like you…

S: You slept in her bed first, remember?

M: That’s different…

S: I think you’re overthinking things.

M: I'm the bad guy of the act…no one falls for them.

S: This isn’t the stage.

Moon felt a pain in his chest.

M: Sun…I don’t know how to stop acting…

By the time Tabby returned home from work the following day, Sun had dinner ready and plated up at the kitchen island.

He was becoming quite the proficient cook, always looking up new fun recipes to try out. Not to mention Tabby had more vegetables in her diet in the last new months than her whole adulthood combined.

“Thank you.” She smiled, sitting down to eat. This was a mix of multicolored peppers and onions seasoned over rice, the kitchen full of its pleasant aroma.

Sun eagerly watched her take the first bite, wearing the apron Tabby had ordered him as a joke.

“Is it good?” He asked, head tilting hopefully.

She swallowed, nodding, “It’s really good! I don’t normally like peppers, but this is good.”

“Swell!” Sun smiled, gushing, “I found a recipe for a Cajun spice mix online and wanted to try it.” He waved his hand as he explained.

Seeing her fully tuck into her meal, satisfied, he started washing up the dishes. He hummed softly to himself as he did so.

“Hey Sunny?” Tabby looked up from her plate.

“Yes Star?” He chimed back.

“Why is it you sometimes use ‘I’ when talking, but then other times you use ‘we’?” She asked.

“Oh….” Sun turned from the sink, drying off his hands almost nervously.

Tabby set her fork down now, seeing his carefree mood evaporate.

“I only use “we” when I’m certain of Moon’s feelings on a matter.” Sun explained, “I don’t speak for him unless directly asked to do so.”

“But isn’t he always…aware?” She searched for the right word.

“No.” Sun shook his head, “He doesn’t pay attention all the time, sometimes going into rest mode or doing background processes while not active. I can even block him out completely if I concentrate hard enough.” Sun went on, “But we try to not do that anymore…it’s rather rude.”

“Anymore?” Tabby questioned, a worry lilting her voice.

“Oh well…hm.” Sun became twitchy, fiddling his hands together, “I had to…repress…him often, after the virus infected his side of our software.” His rays withdrew, looking away, “And when he got control he gave me the same treatment…”

Tabby nodded solemnly, food forgotten.

“We were designed to always communicate, different perspectives to best solve issues.” Sun brought his hands together to symbolize both halves joining, “And now we can be whole again. We were never meant to be alone.”

“Is that why you were more high strung at the plex?” She asked gently, adding quickly, “No offense.”

“Little taken…” he frowned, but answered, “It did contribute to the issues.” He sat down beside her, quiet for a moment.

Tabby reached out, softly placing a hand on his thigh for comfort.

His faceplate tilted towards the contact, sighing. “I had to do well…had to perform at a level I was never meant to, alone.” His voice was soft and distant, “After the incident with Moon they threatened to disassemble us. Things changed quickly and it was suddenly all on my shoulders to keep us alive.”

“Lights stayed on, I was the caretaker of the entire area. Staff feared us…left us without regular maintenance…”

“I think…I think they were just waiting for us to burn up. Waiting for the moment we broke. When we stopped being useful…”

His voice wavered the more he spoke, words rambling together,

“They stripped us of so much that made us whole, made us unique. They left us alone, to wear down.”

“Sometimes we still feel the need to go back, some echo of our directive…but they would just tear us down for parts or even just let us rot in storage at a different facility…”

A sound like a sob left his voice-box, smile strained and false. Tabby stood, rounding the kitchen island to comfort him.

Tabby held him, resting her cheek on his shoulder. He lay his faceplate on the top of her head, rocking a bit as he hugged her. It felt bittersweet, to finally say everything aloud, to finally spill the fear and resentment that festered deep inside them.

His breath was static-y, wavering out as he collected himself. He pulled back enough to look weakly at her, smile still fake.

“Your food is getting cold.” He informed softly.

“That’s ok.” She took his faceplate, watching him close his optics and melt into the contact, “Sit with me?”

He gave a small nod, taking a seat beside her as she sat back down to finish her dinner.

After dinner they cuddled closely, Sun still clingy and sensitive. Their closeness quickly evolved into something else: fingers exploring over the other.

“Sun!” She giggled as he pulled down her leggings, the animatronic giving her an innocent look back.

She kissed his faceplate, stepping out of her clothes as his hands raked over her ass and thighs.

The newly bought toy was in the forefront of his mind, having washed it earlier that same day. She could tell he was overly eager, excited about something as he eased in two fingers.

He was careful to stretch her, making scissoring motions to ready her as much as he could until she was a hiccuping mess.

Proud of himself, he scooped her up, toting her off to the bedroom.

“S-Sun?” She asked, holding onto him.

“Don’t worry yourself, I have something fun planned!” He smiled widely, not easing her worry in the slightest.

Her eyes caught the toy on the bedside table as he lay her down on the bed, face heating up.

Sun retrieved it, turning it over in his hands and he walked to the foot of the bed. Tabby watched his every movement, gulping as he looked over her.

Taking her by the ankle he pulled her down the bed.

“Wait, wait!” She blurted out, making him pause. Blushing she asked quickly, “Did you wash and sanitize that? You have to before using them.”

Sun’s optics was half lidded, leaning down to press a makeshift kiss to her ankle. “Done and done.” He cooed.

She swallowed, trying to give a little nod.

Sun attempted to work her up again, his excitement getting the better of him quickly, however.

Thinking she had to be ready enough, he sat back on his heels to line up the toy with her pussy. Attempting to press the bulbous head down into her opening he was met with resistance, the toy sliding up and crossing her clit. Tabby hissed, Sun trying again with minimal success.

“Tight fit, isn’t it.” Sun grumbled, smile faltering.

“I told you!” She yelped as he pulled her closer.

He gave a little huff in frustration, pushing a bit more forcefully. The head popped inside that tight ring of muscle making her cry out.

“Theeeere we go!” His smile returned, looking up at her proudly.

“Shit!” She cursed, thighs trying to close if not for Sun’s free hand keeping her fully open for him.

“Color?” He asked.

Tabby panted for a moment, smoothing back her bangs, “Y-Yellow.”

Sun didn’t move, giving her a moment to adjust. His free hand rubbed little circles into the meat of her thigh with his thumb, patiently.

“Green.”

“That’s it.” Sun’s voice was low and soothing, praising her for every inch of the toy she managed to take.

Finally she’d taken it all.

Tabby gulped in a breath, walls burning. Sun allowed her a moment to adjust, smiling, “Look at you. I knew you could take it!”

“Shut up.” She huffed, face red. There was no hint of a bite to her words, making Sun chuckle.

Tabby gave a little sound, signaling he could move again.

As he pulled the toy out his optics noticed something: the wetness coating the toy was tinged pink. His movement halted instantly, causing Tabby to sit up a bit in confusion. Her gaze followed his own, swallowing to sober herself a bit.

“Are you ok?!” Sun finally caught himself, worry spiking through him as his faceplate snapped up. His hand was frozen, unsure what to do.

“I’m fine.” She answered, keeping her voice low in an attempt to alleviate his tension.

“Is that blood?!” He asked, already picking up trace amounts through his scanner.

“Sun it’s ok!” Tabby insisted, “It’s normal. I told you it’s been a long time, it happens.”

“It’s normal?” He didn’t sound convinced, “Are you sure you’re not hurt? I can stop!”

“It’ll just take some getting used too.” She soothed, sitting back against the pillows again.

“Okay…” he frowned, worry still pooling in his milky gaze, “Promise you’ll tell me if it hurts?”

“I promise.” She nodded, voice tinged ever so slightly with desperation, “Now, please, do something!”

He nodded back, optics flicking back down to where the toy lay half inside her, carefully pushing it back in to the hilt. He listened to her breathe hitch, free hand moving to her stomach. He pressed down softly as he worked the toy back and forth, marveling at the fact he could feel the bump it created.

The added pressure inadvertently made Tabby arch, mewling out. Sun perked up, falling more comfortably into a steady rhythm.

“So good for me!” He praised, free hand moving to rub quick circles on her swollen clit, adding ardently, “Always such a good girl for me.”

“Ah-Fuck!” She cried, back arching under his relentless hands, “Sunny!”

“That’s it!” He cooed, working her through the orgasm, feeling how she tightened through the toy. His rays spun, the silicone cock holding fast in her flesh.

Waiting for her high to end, he carefully pulled out the toy, laying it to the side. Sun crawled up the bed to cuddle her, listening to her body’s little quakes of aftershocks.

“I wish I could feel what you do.” Sun mused, laying down next to her.

“What?”

Rolling on his side he murmured, “You always look so happy when you finish.” His hand came up, fingers drawing shapes into her skin.

Tabby processed his words, looking up at the ceiling. Closing her eyes she drifted a bit, lost in thought.

“Wait!” Tabby sat bolt upright suddenly, making Sun almost fall off the bed in surprise.

“W-What?” He asked, optics wide.

“I think I know a way!” She announced, jumping out of the bed. Sun followed her curiously as she went to her office, legs still unsteady.

No time for clothes, she pulled out her laptop triumphantly, needed cords still attached.

“A way to what, starlight?” Sun asked, head tilted.

“Simulate an orgasm.” She smiled back, holding up the laptop, “I just need to tap into your processors.”

His fans kicked up, almost looking bashful now, “Really?”

“Only one way to find out!” Tabby smiled, returning to the bedroom. She placed the laptop near the head of the bed, booting it up. As it went through the motions of powering on her glanced at the discarded toy, taking it in her hands.

She looked from the toy to Sun, gears turning in her head.

Beckoning him closer she steadied his hips with her free hand. Sun watched curiously as she pressed the suction cup to the smooth metal of his pelvis. It stuck fast.

“Oh my god.” She snorted, “That’s actually really funny.”

She turned back to the laptop, curiosity sated. As she typed away, deep in thought, Sun gave the phallus an experimental tug. Finding it quite secure he swayed back and forth, watching it as it swung along with his movement.

“Sun?” Tabby spoke, not looking up from her laptop. Fully engrossed in what he was doing, he didn’t answer.

Tabby glanced up. Raising her voice this time, she snapped, “Sun!”

“Huh?” He paused, mid sway, looking up quickly.

“Come here.” She instructed, making room for him on the bed.

Titling his head, he padded over, sitting next to her. Tabby carefully hooked some wires into the back of his faceplate, moving to unscrew the buttons that held his chest plate together.

“What are you doing, Starlight?” His head tilted the opposite direction.

“Going to try to make you feel good, I told you.” She smiled up at him, plugging in the last wire into a port.

“You don’t have to do that. It’s our job to take care of you.” His voice was soft.

“I want to.” She soothed, asking, “Can you lay down for me?”

Sun carefully moved to lay down on the bed, Tabby moving the laptop to sit beside him.

“Are you comfortable?” She asked, kneeling beside him.

“Yes.” He nodded a bit, unknowingly taking the more rigid position he would have when in parts and service.

“Good!” She smiled, moving closer to his face, “Now let’s play red light green light again, okay?”

“Ok!” He nodded, excited.

“Let’s start small.” She went back to the computer, going into his processors, “I’m going to do a low grade pulse through your system of touch, ok?”

“Mhm.” He lay back.

Typing up a bit, she hit enter.

A shiver ran through his body with the new

sensation.

“Green light.”

Tabby upped the input, causing a tremor to jolt his body. “Where are we at with this compared to normal feeling?” She asked, turning towards him.

His optics dilated, searching for words for a moment. “It’s more.” He finally spoke, voice breathy, “More than normal.”

“Feel good?” She smiled.

“Very good.” He nodded.

“Let’s give you some more.” She upped it again. This time he began to writhe ever so slightly, limbs seemingly moving on their own with the stimulation. She watched his hands clench and unclench, jaw tight.

“Sunny?”

“Green light.” He managed, optics closing.

While he was distracted, Tabby carefully swung her leg over him, sitting gingerly on his pelvis just above where the toy was still stuck.

Feeling her weight on him, his hands instantly went to her waist. He kept a firm hold on her in an effort to ground himself.

“Good boy.” She cooed, lifting her hips just enough to line the toy up with her still wet cunt. The slide was easy, their hips meeting in moments.

Sun managed to look up, optics showing hearts as he watched her bounce a bit on the toy, mind swimming with fantasies. It made him heat up further, fingers digging into her skin.

“Is it good?” She asked breathily, smiling at his eager nods. Leaning forward she urged, “Tell me?”

“It’s good!” His voice was strained, nodding furiously, “It’s so good!”

“Want more?” She asked, her own hips moving a bit faster.

He bucked a bit to meet her, begging now.

“Please! Please! Please, Starlight!” Sun bit the silicone of his lip.

She leaned forward, toy almost slipping out as she upped the input another level.

His systems surged.

Optics filled with light as every processor sang with feeling. Any little pleasures he’d ever had from mundane things: the softness of fabric, the fur of an animal, the cold of ice, or the taste of food; all paling in the pleasure that threatened to fry his circuits in this moment.

This is what humans felt?

This is what euphoria felt like?

Euphoria: noun: a feeling or state of intense excitement and happiness.

His mind raced, the pleasure threatening pain. Biting at his operating system in quick succession. He felt everything, glitching as his limbs twitched with the built energy. It was ecstasy.

POP

Sun went limp, optics black with a small snapping sound as all his systems blue screened.

Tabby halted, worry spiking through her. She rushed to unplug him from the laptop.

As Sun’s systems came back online a shaking sound left his voice-box. His optics blinked back to life, hands instantly shifting to Tabby’s thighs for grounding.

“You ok, big guy?” She asked.

“H-“ Sun breathed, “Holy moly!”

Tabby started giggling, “It must have been good to get a whole ‘holy moly’ out of you!?”

“Better than anything!”

Sun tried to right himself, some processes slower to get fully going. He gave her a big lopsided smile, excitement in his milky eyes, “Let’s do it again!”

“Later, okay?” Tabby gave him a gentle smile, “I don’t want you to fry your circuits…”

His optics made hearts, large hands moving up her sides to cup her face. Tabby leaned into the contact, still flushed from earlier activities. “Will you marry me?!” Sun asked sweetly, not an ounce of jesting in his tone.

“Sun.” Tabby snickered, “We aren't even boyfriend and girlfriend yet.” She pointed out.

Not missing a beat, Sun then asked instead, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

She sobered a bit, gazing down at him with warmth. “I will.” She nodded, accepting softly.

Sun��s rays spun happily.

A stretch of silence grew between them as they caught their breath fully and cooled down. Tabby unsuctioned the toy from him, tossing it aside to wash later. She lay beside him, listening to his fans trying like mad to cool him down.

“Sunshine?” Sun spoke, voice wistful.

“Hm?”

He tilted his head towards her, asking “Marry me?”

“Sun!”

Having a rare late shift, Tabby pushed open the door to be met with a dimly lit apartment. The stove light paired with her RGB backlights to her entertainment system gave enough light to navigate and do certain tasks.

Hanging her bag up, Tabby called out, “Hey Moon, I’m home!”

A shuffling sound made her look towards the couch, Moon on all fours behind it, gazing back at her with red optics.

She gave him a little wave before going into the kitchen for a soda. Popping the tab she tilted back her head to take a sip, nearly chocking when her eyes caught something: there was a thick swirling pattern, seemingly drawn onto the wall, near the doorway leading to the hall.

“Hey!?” She sputtered, wiping away split soda with the back of her hand.

Moon peaked out at her outburst, head tilted.

“What did I tell you about drawing on the walls?!” Tabby scolded, storming over to the decorated wall. Her tone was sharp, like one used to reprimand a child.

Moon was still for a moment, having crawled out from hiding to stand, frown darkening his face. He listened, teeth poking out as she ranted on about security deposits and magic erasers.

Without a word he stalked closer, hunched crookedly forward to be face level with her.

Tabby gulped, words dying on her tongue.

Moon stared at her for a moment, red optics narrow.

He raised a hand, Tabby flinching a bit on instinct. Her eyes closed tightly, steeling herself for what? She didn’t truly know.

The sound of ripping paper sliced through the apartment, Tabby blinking in bewilderment, head snapping towards the sound.

Moon had unceremoniously ripped away the paper he had earlier taped up, revealing the unmarked wall underneath at the expense of his art.

“…oh…” Tabby wilted, seeing now everything had been carefully cut out from paper in reality. She looked back to Moon, guilt coming off her in waves.

His face was still tight, frown burned into his faceplate. He crumpled up the held paper, dropping the ball to the floor wordless.

“M-Moon I-“ she started to stutter out an apology as Moon turned on his heels.

She followed him out onto the balcony, stopping as he swung over onto the fire escape, regretfully watching him disappear onto the roof.

Tabby pulled her coat tighter around from the chill of the night air, stomach in knots.

#the cat the sun and the moon #poor moon #hee having a bad time #sun tho #first nut #sundrop #moondrop #fnaf sun/moon #sun x oc #moon x oc #fnaf fanfics

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A beast arrives today

Really high quality!!! I love this plushie so much! It’s the biggest one I have currently and it’s AUGJ)))) so cool….

https://www.creepcattoyco.com/ check the creator out here ^ or on Etsy!!!

#dinosaurs rampage rambles #wof #wings of fire

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Horror Book Chapter 9 - Part 2: Another One

Hi everyone! This is part 10 of the Horror Book Series. This is chapter 9 Part 2. This is for @the-silver-peahen-residence. This is a part 2 of Chapter 9.

----- Previous Parts ------

Horror book six: plucking a butterfly's wings

Horror book Chapter 7: Dead scars

Horror book chapter 8: hidden shadows

Horror Book Chapter 9: A Cute & Creepy Present

----- Summary -----

After adapting to the situation regarding the cursed doll, Catnap as Taz's roommate. The four jujutsu sorcerers will now have now another fellow cursed corpse doll added to their school. Who would be it?

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After Gojo-sensei got Taz, the infamous doll, Catnap. The four have to live with the fact that Catnap is living in Taz's room. Right now, the four don't know what to do, they're trying to come up with a plan on how to deal with this. Yuji is worried but he sees Taz still being her normal self so that's good, right?

But Nobara and Kisho aren't convinced so it's getting hard for Yuji not to worry. Nobara informs the boys about its whereabouts. She had to peek through Taz's room and see Catnap on the nightstand, eyes white and watching her sleep on one night.

"And Taz knows?" Yuji asked, worried about Catnap and his actions even though he hadn't done anything serious yet.

"No, I don't think she does!" Nobara said, fear in her voice. "And I think he saw me!"

"What kind of toy watches you while you sleep? Taz could have noticed, heck, Kinie could of noticed." Kisho points out. Megumi sighs, listening to this conversation. "You guys..."

"We're the only ones who know what that thing is capable of, Megumi! Miko and Yuria won't believe this because they see nothing wrong. To them, it's fine even if it's a bit creepy.." Kisho points out.

"A bit creepy. MORE THAN CREEPY! That doll is a CREEP!" Nobara said. Yuji wonders what is going through his little sister's mind. One time, he can't help but ask why she wants to keep Catnap despite coming from a toy company with a questionable history.

Yuji can remember the words from her.

"Well...if it's true, then Catnap must be a kid like us who wants a friend and someone to take care of him. I smell him and he smells sad and lonely. So I want to do that for him. I want to be his friend."

Yuji's heart softens at her words and he can't help but feel so proud of what Taz said. He knows Taz wants to help others like he does. Bless her kind heart!

But still... that doll is still creepy!!!

Even Sukuna says so.

Whenever he looks in Catnap's direction, he would have sworn that Catnap is glaring at him. As if Yuji being here upsets the cat. He always gives him a look every time. As if Yuji is taking Taz away from him.

'I think that doll is jealous and trying to divert her attention to him instead of us." Sukuna said, annoyed with that doll's antics. It's really like a little kid. "I mean I did throw it out across the hallway and out the window. I think he's mad about that," Yuji tells him to which Sukuna sigh. 'That doll knows what he's doing! I wouldn't be surprised if he is a little vengeful spirit! I can easily slice him in half!"

But Sukuna couldn't because the pup liked the doll's company.

"As long as that doll doesn't get on my bad side or harms the pup and princess, I could care less what you four are planning.."

"What? I mean...could you at least do something about if my little sister getting nightmares?"

"Pup is fine as you can see, brat. Kinie, my princess could have informed me if there's something up."

That's true. Yuji thought. Then the door slides open, "Sorry I'm late! Catnap was being fussy. He didn't want me to leave!" Taz laughs.

"Are you okay?" Nobara said, worriedly. Taz laughs it off. "It's fine. I told Catnap I would be back! I promise him sweets if he behaves."

"That's good to hear, sis!" Yuji said but then he saw a bag in Taz's hand. "Uh...what's that?" He points.

"Oh! Gojo-sensei brought me another doll!" Taz smiled happily while the four's faces turned to disbelief.

ANOTHER ONE?!

"I swear to god...that idiot.." Megumi thought in his mind.

"I hope it isn't another creepy doll.' Kisho sweatdropped.

'Please don't be creepy, please don't be creepy!' Nobara is praying.

"C-can we see it?" Yuji asked, mentally preparing himself. Taz nods and proceeds to show them. It was a doll. It has blue thick fur and limbs that are several feet in length, hands and feet are yellow. The head is large and contains two large black googly eyes. It had a ribbon on its back. It has oversized and cartoonish red lips in a bright smile.

"It's a Huggy Wuggy!" Taz said. "Isn't he so cute?!"

The four paled and thought. 'WHY?!'

Sukuna had to take a look at what Taz brought and twitched two of his eyes on the left side. Damn it, Six Eyes.

Now the sorcerers wouldn't mind if the toy is a normal toy but the problem is...the toy is from the SAME freaking company that made Catnap!

"Y-y-yeah! That's cute!" Kisho said, trying to hold himself in from not crying right now. Does the teacher not do research or something?! Or this is fine to him?!

Nobara wanted to make sure that the eyes weren't moving by themselves because....she wasn't sure if she could handle another creepy toy in the girls' dormitory much less in Taz's room. Then a phone chimes.

"Oh! Hellmare is calling me! I got to take this." She sets the doll down on the desk and leaves the room. Taz leaves the classroom and is out in the hallway. Leaving the four with the Huggy Wuggy.

A few seconds later...

"What are you doing, Kisho?" Megumi looks annoyed, watching Kisho poke Huggy Wuggy on Taz's desk with a ruler.

"What does it look like I'm doing? We need to see that if it's not like Catnap! What if it comes alive?" Kisho said, still poking its side with a ruler. Megumi rolls his eyes. "You're being dramatic. Now knock it off!"

"Well...Eito says that he can sense the cursed energy from it." Kisho said, stopping his prodding. Eito chirps in confirmation. Yuji sighs.

'I wouldn't be surprised if it did move. Sukuna said it has cursed energy. He said he wouldn't be surprised if the story is true." Yuji said, looking at huggy wuggy at the desk. Compared to Catnap, Wuggy is less creepy and looks more like a cute normal doll at least. But it doesn't change the fact that he and Catnap are from the same company rumored to turn kids into toys. Still, it doesn't look that bad and he never heard anything bad about Huggy Wuggy.

"Besides...I need to make sure this doll is safe!" Kisho said. "Or do I need to remind you that Catnap can spray from his mouth?" Kisho tells Megumi. Megumi gives him a glare but sighs. "Don't remind me."

Yuji slumped his shoulders, recalling how he grabbed Catnap's tail and pull it by accident which the cat sprayed right onto Megumi's face.

"That reminds me...how did you sleep?" Nobara asked Megumi.

"Hrmmm...not much. Just strange dreams but that's it." Megumi said. "Nothing too major."

"Let's hope it doesn't get worse!" Said Nobara. Kisho is still poking Huggy Wuggy with Yuji looking over his shoulder. Megumi groans, "You guys. Can you knock it off? It's not going to move like you want it to."

"Yeah but..."

"No buts."

"What if you try holding it?" Nobara said with a smirk. Kisho stared wide-eyed at Nobara, "I'm not going to hold it! Are you nuts? What happens if it bites me."

"Then we know it's alive!" Nobara chuckled.

"Okay! Why not you do it?"

"No way! I already touch Catnap! Not going to touch another gross thing!" Nobara made a 'ew' expression. Megumi adds, "If you're scared, Kisho, then don't poke it."

"I'm not scared!" Kisho retorted. "I bet you won't hold it because you're scared too!"

"Who says I am?" Megumi scowls.

"You are! You said it about someone being scared. Why don't you hold it if you aren't scared! Come on, I dare you! I super double dare you!" Kisho said.

Megumi twitched an eye, hearing this. So childish! "Fine, I will do it and hold. If nothing happens, you hold it!" He said, standing up and going to take the Huggy Wuggy off the desk and hold it. Megumi had this face of 'why I am even bothered with this' look but he wanted to prove to Kisho that he was not afraid of anything.

"Oh, you're really scared?" Megumi questioned.

Holding Huggy Wuggy, nothing happens. Then he offers the doll to Kisho, "Your turn."

"HUH?! That's way too soon!"

"I'm not scared!" Kisho takes the doll off Megumi's hands. Eito chirps as Kisho is holding Huggy Wuggy who is now shaking with a nervous face. Now holding it, it doesn't feel as bad. It's furry, that's for sure. He doesn't look at the eyes.

"Okay! I'm done! Yuji!"

"Huh?" Yuji blinked.

"Come on, it's your turn!" Kisho said. Yuji sighs and takes the doll, he takes a look at Wuggy Huggy. Few seconds and a few minutes passed, he held it much longer making the three worry.

Yuji begins, "You know. He doesn't look that bad?" He shrugged as he looked at Huggy Wuggy. "He does kinda look cute." He said, shocking everyone in the room. Especially Sukuna, hearing that thought and hearing it out loud.

"WHAT?!" Kisho said, taking Huggy away. "Yuji! You can't be serious! This isn't any normal-looking doll! It came from the same place as Catnap!"

"Yeah...I know..." Yuji sighs, "but you know." He shrugs, "It's less creepy." He points out. Sukuna sighs in his head. Kisho then squeezes it, "Listen! Yuuji! You can't be fooled by toys such as this! That's how Taz got brainwashed in adoring Catnap! That's how Playtime Co gets away with it until it shut its own doors!"

"Yeah...but-"

Then blue furry arms begin to move. The boys became silent as their eyes look towards the doll. Black eyes looks around, looking back and forth between the teenage boys.

And then.

"SCREECH!"

The Huggy Wuggy alive and mobile lets out a huge sound. Unlike Catnap, it lets out a crazy noise.

All the boys screamed which prompted Nobara to scream as well. Kisho throws the doll up into the air in a panic. "OH MY GOD! WHAT THE FAWK!" Kisho screams in fright. Wuggy Huggy lands on top of Megumi's head and he yells, "DAMN IT KISHO!" Fushiguro cursed out loud.

"OH MY GOD! IT'S ALIVE?!" Nobara shouted, putting her hands on her face with fright. "I KNOW, RIGHT?!" Kisho said. Yuji doesn't know what to do until...

"CAN ONE OF YOU GET THIS THING OFF ME!" Megumi yelled angrily. Yuji grabs one of Huggy Wuggy's legs and takes the doll off Megumi's hair. "Got it!"

"Throw that thing away, Yuuji!" Nobara pointed as she hides behind Fushiguro with Kisho.

"But lil sis-"

"With it screeching like that?" Kisho asked. "No way...it should be in her room. We gotta talk to Gojo-sensei about this."

Yuji looks at Huggy Wuggy now as it is looks like it's struggling and screeching like it's...afraid. He doesn't know why. But the doll is scared. Yuji recalls Taz's words.

In a way...Wuggy Huggy must have been a kid once and was turned into this doll against his own will. The little guy must be scared by all this. No doubt, reacting to the cursed energy of him and everyone in the room. Without hesitation, Yuji goes to pet Huggy Wuggy. "There, there..." He said gently, making his other three classmates pause. What the?

"Sorry about that. We had someone who came from the same place as you. You freak out and we freak out. Our bad." Yuji said, making the Wuggy Huggy calmed down, ceasing its screeching, and looked up at Yuji in surprise.

"There we go. Your name is Wuggy Huggy, right? I bet you have another name, do you?" He asked.

The little Wuggy Huggy nods and goes to wrap his arms around the hands holding him. Soon, it closes its mouth into a smile. It seems like Wuggy Huggy is now friendly.

"Anyway..I'm Yuji Itadori! Nice to meet you!' Yuji smiles.

"Yuji...." Fushiguro begins. Yuji looks up to see his three classmates. He almost forgot that they were there. "Yeah?"

"What are you doing?!" Kisho asked.

"Yeah! What the heck are you saying?!" Noabra asked.

"Look...I know that place is creepy. But Catnap and Wuggy Huggy used to be kids....kids younger than us or just like you, you know?" Itadori reminds them. "Just because they look different doesn't mean we should treat them differently. They just want a friend."

Kisho and Noabra blinked as they have no words for it. Megumi sighs, rubbing his neck as he knows where Yuji is coming from. "Even so...it's just..."

"Guys! I'm back! Sorry about that! Hellmare was calling me and-" Taz blinked. "Big brother!" She smiles, "Are you checking out Wuggy Huggy?"

"Oh uh....yeah!" Itadori nods, holding Wuggy Huggy. "He's...really cuddly, you know? I just want to hold him." Should he tell Taz that the doll is alive? He can sense the three looking at him, wondering what he's going to reveal.

"Really?" Taz asked.

"Yeah really. He seems very cute!" Yuji said. Nobara and Kisho's jaws dropped, hearing. Taz nods. "I know, right?" She pauses and then says, "You know. It seems you like him. Do you wanna keep him?"

WAIT WHAT?! Kisho and Nobara are in shock. Megumi is in shock too.

"Huh?" Yuji blinks.

"I have enough dolls." Said Taz. "I know it's a gift from Gojo-sensei but I don't mind sharing Wuggy Huggy with you."

Now Yuji is thinking about it. Megumi, Nobara, and Kisho are wondering what would Yuji say. But Yuji Itadori already knows what he wants to do. His thoughts are already heard which makes Sukuna widen his eyes in disbelief. It was slo-mo, that even Sukuna aka the King of Curses was unable to stop the inevitable.

Brat....

"Oh well..." Yuji begins.

Brat. No.

"I think...."

For the love of Buddha..you cannot be serious!

"that would be..."

We. ARE. Not. putting that thing in our room! NO! NO! NO WAY!

"be great, little sis. I think having Wuggy Huggy with me in my room would be a good addition." Yuji smiles and this got everyone except Taz freaking out inside.

NOOOOOO!

"Okay!" Taz smiles, not noticing the shocked faces of Megumi, Nobara, and Kisho. "I think you need Wuggy Huggy more than me! He is really fuzzy." She smiles. Huggy Wuggy looks at Yuji and still smiles, presenting a real smile. Yuji chuckles. "Yeah! I bet he is!"

"But Yuji..." Kisho begins.

"Oh! Speaking of which, you wanna watch a movie? I have this movie saved and you might like it!" Yuji asked. Taz smiles, "Sure!"

Yuji and Taz get out of the classroom as they go to see a movie in his room.

As Yuji and Taz left, Kisho couldn't believe this as he plopped down on the chair next to his desk and yelled, "NOOOOO!"

Here we go. Megumi sighs, "Kisho-"

"NOOOOO! YUJI ITADORI HAS JOINED THE DARK SIDEEEE!" Kisho yells.

Megumi then groans, "Kisho-"

"WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO!? WE LOST OUR BEST FRIENDS TO THE ENEEEEMY!" Kisho cries as he puts his head against the desk and ruffles his own hair. Nobara can't believe this either. "KISHO IS RIGHT! THEY BOTH HAVE BEEN BRAINWASHED!" Nobara cries, shouting her head off. "WE'RE DOOMED!"

Oh my god. I am so over this. Megumi thought, deadpanned while Nobara and Kisho were losing their marbles over this. He hopes Yuji looks after Huggy Wuggy. He can guess that Sukuna won't be happy about this.

Oh well. Yuji can take care of himself and so does Taz. Megumi sighs as he goes to drag Nobara and Kisho out of the room, kicking and screaming. To get a teacher to calm these two down. Probably Nanami or Principal Yaga.

And so....the school has two new additions. Huggy Wuggy and Catnap.

To be continued???

#ic #thesilverpeahenresidence #horror book drabble series #catnap #huggy wuggy #Horror Book Chapter 9 - Part 2: Another One #thesilverpeahenresidence ( the cursed one yet kind soul yuji itadori )#thesilverpeahenresidence ( the witch with the hammer and nails nobara kugisaki )#thesilverpeahenresidence ( the sorcerer of ten shadows megumi fushigoro )#daichi pheon x the chūnibyō sorcerer #tasmaniandevil #drabbletime;#drabble;

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topazdoesart · 5 months

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THE SILLY GOOBER!! They arrived! Check the artist out ->

#wings of fire #nightwing #wof #plush #etsy #purchased

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gourdkeeper · 7 months

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Poison Paradise (A.K.I. x Rashid)

Word count: 3403 Warnings: spicy towards the end (solo stuff), poisoning, drug usage, stalking, incapacitated, experimentation, embarrassment, fear, inappropriate erections, rashid is scaroused

He left himself wide open.

She could have had him killed on those rooftops that day. That excruciatingly warm day. He had helped her up. Not a shred of worry or fear that she could have easily had him foam at the mouth, convulse and spasm to his death would she have not held back and let him live another day.

The Master hasn't given a signal yet. She was growing inpatient. However, anything for Master F.A.N.G., she shall never disappoint her beloved. But, there should be no harm in toying with her prey a little bit, right?

At least, that's what A.K.I. mused to herself as she observed Rashid record a video by himself yet again. Training in the wreckage of a bridge not far off from the currently deserted train station. Leaving himself wide open, again. How sweet was it, pondering and dreaming of all the possibilities. Of slithering up to him and having his soul leave his body out of shock when he realises he is not alone in this (not so) lonely night. Of lightly scratching him, infecting him with a toxin that impaired his vision and motor skills. Of approaching him head on and challenging him to a fight she is bound to win while playing dirty. Slipping him poison or by contorting and squeezing around the clueless man like a constricting boa until his strength drains as she tightens to a claustrophobic degree and pinches the brachial plexus, having him fall to the ground and scramble to save himself and perform his obnoxious wind and parkour antics before realising it's too late and that he likely won't ever be moving that arm again without proper, long and rigorous treatment.

Delicious.

She had to suppress a laugh, it was all too good but she didn't want her ghastly pale figure to be sighted in the dark of the night just yet.

With the agility and stealth that would catch even the most trained ninja off-guard, she approached. Using the pitch black shadows to her advantage, A.K.I. slithered over to the corner of the building left to ruin besides the bridge. Her target and prized plaything was just up ahead. It shouldn't prove to be too difficult to get to him unnoticed for someone of her calibre. Her Master had trained her well. Scarily well.

Rashid was silent, not a very common occurrence mind you, likely because he was recording a reel of some sorts, something to show off and display his skills instead of attracting views with his over-the-top boisterous infooencer personality. He jumped in place, twirling his body and twisting at the hips with the agility of a cat avoiding its fall and fluidity of an eagle gliding with open wings. It was a sight to behold, truly, if only the audience was someone a bit more “normal”. A.K.I. silently rolled through the back of the walls of the building, it was almost inhumane, how she could slip, slide and glide across a surface so quietly and effectively just by rolling her shoulders and swivelling her hips opposingly. Without a second to lose she makes it to the side of the bridge and lets herself slip up underneath, hiding from any prying eyes as she approaches her poor self-absorbed victim beneath his feet. “Nishi-shi-shi-shi.”

Rashid froze in his tracks, a chill creeped up his spine setting off all the alarms in his body and mind, causing him to jolt, nearly losing balance and having to stumble back to not fall off together with the debris he kicked off of the crumbling part of what remained of this poor bridge. Surely that must’ve been the wind? He had been almost conjuring up a storm with the ferocity of his kicks and jumps. No one else was heard or seen. It was just him and the moon in the clear dark blue sky. Not even a single star to keep him company tonight. Or so he thought.

“Akh-!” He felt something prick his foot and swatted it, mosquitos were always a nuisance at this time of the year, he’d end up with countless new bites and go home itching to apply ointment to them. But this time, it was no mosquito, not unless mosquitos came in the purple claw-shaped variety now. His eyes were quick to spot it. A single claw dragged away scratching the concrete as it reeled back to its owner and lodging itself onto a pale, slender and elegant hand covered in what looked like a sleek metal gauntlet. That laugh. There it is again. How could he possibly forget? He’s not sure, in fact, he’s not even sure what his train of thought is right now. His mind is unbelievably foggy, his eyes hazy, he feels himself spinning even though he has not yet taken one other step, he feels his heart beating in his skull, a knot in his stomach threatening him to hurl and throw up everything he has had this day. He had been drugged. Rashid tries to focus his fleeting thoughts, holding onto the last bit of conscience before it slips away. He makes out her features and unmistakable albino-like complexion as well as her oddly long and unique thin silhouette. It was the very same woman that tried to attack him before that he foolishly showed mercy to. “Y-you…-” Was all he could muster before he slumped down and fell to his knees. His eyes rolled back and his jaw slacked open before falling backwards, twitching, like a puny fly that had been sprayed with pesticide.

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Not quite sure how much time had passed he pried his eyes open, eyelids heavier than cinder blocks, sight tarnished by black specs and lack of peripheral vision. It felt bleak. Numb. Hopeless. He recognized where he was. He had barely been moved. From what he can tell he had just been dragged into the abandoned house right by the bridge. As for his assailant… He can’t see her, but he surely can hear her and her haunting giggling. It was nauseating. It almost made him feel curious, a part of him wanted to get to know more of her and every other part wanted to run as fast and far as possible away from it all. Speaking of, panic is instilled in Rashid. He can think, he can see, albeit poorly but he cannot bring himself to move any other muscle that isn’t part of his face. It’s like his body stopped listening to his brain as a whole. Can he even feel? He wonders. He can certainly feel his brain, and he hates every single thing about that. Hyper aware of all that is going on, he can feel too much it seems. Nose hair itching, his pores sweating, his eyelids coating his eyes in fluid with every blink, his lungs filling with air, his blood coursing through his veins with every pump of his restless heart. He wonders if the effects of whatever he had been injected with were permanent or temporary. He glances down as best as he can and realises he has been stripped of everything but his pants. Just what is her plan exactly?

He could hear small and light footsteps drawing closer. The immobilised man decided to shut his eyes, as if playing dead would do much to help.

The air feels cold, his hairs stand on end as the silence grows. Did she go away? It feels like an entire hour has passed, he can feel his heartbeat grow erratic and his palms become clammy while he tries his best to keep his face neutral and eyes closed. Is it safe to open?

The immobilised man waits a couple more seconds before taking his chances and opening his eyes. Much to his relief, he sees the same mildew-filled ceiling and exhales, thankful to not be face to face with who had him done in.

"So impatient... If you waited any longer you could have fooled someone into thinking you were dead!"

He felt the colour drain from his skin and he tried to whip his head in the direction of her voice but unable to do so as if his body was strapped down horrifically tight with the toxin’s effects.

"...But not me." She snaked over his torso and stared him down with a crazed expression that could strike fear into the heart of just about anyone of sound mind.

Rashied tried to articulate words but his tongue felt swollen and heavy. Only a poor excuse of a "Why?" came out of his mouth.

She erupted in laughter, with no reason or intention of answering any questions that came out of her target and soon to-be test subject.

She drew closer, head almost pressing against his, her outrageous hair smushing and deforming between them as her clawed hand dragged dangerously over his jaw. "What to do… what to do…" she mused to herself, thinking out loud with no regard for her victim and not a single care if he could hear her or not. Rashid’s breath caught at his throat when he felt the dreaded claw break his skin. One single droplet of blood running down his face. Wondering if that clawed finger is loaded with poison as well. Was he going to die? He worriedly thought to himself. As if she could hear his thoughts she smiled wickedly. “Worry not! Your life is not coming to an end. Yet.” Much to Rashid’s relief she slipped away and got up, no longer pressing down on his chest but now crouching beside him, shaking what looked like a small glass vial with a purple liquid swishing around inside it and a needle on the other hand. “We still have sooo much to play with..!” She kneels down and eyes the man from head to toe. “Hmm… now all you’ve got to do is hold still and be a good boy for me if you don’t want to deal with less than optimal, dire, permanent consequences-” She gripped his jaw and forced him to face her, his body limping behind with no force. “Say “Aaaaa”-!” The viper of a woman gripped his cheeks making him open his mouth as her eyes widened. Pulling a single spherical object, no bigger than that of a blueberry and rolling it down his tongue. “Swallow.” She let go of him and let him slump to the ground gracelessly.

His mind goes hazy again. The effects of whatever she slipped him almost immediate. She is speaking but nothing seems to make sense, nothing registers. It feels like a mumbled chant. Images that he can’t recognize flash before his eyes, his brain synapsing and sending him mixed signals. He can taste smells he’s never seen before. Smell textures he’s never tasted, hear things he never touched. Nothing makes sense. He’s certain that he’s burning with fever and yet he feels cold. Freezing. The moment she lays one finger on his chest his senses go haywire. It feels like his nervous system jumped out of his body and he starts involuntarily trembling. He can’t speak, nothing but pathetic mumbles and groans exit his lips. He can finally still himself enough to see her image again. Smiling that disgusting venomous smile. She’s writing something down. The sick bitch. She’s probably enjoying all of this. Recording the results in the name of science or simply because it gets her off. Sadly for Rashid. It seems like she’s not the only one getting off to this morbid situation. Likely conditioned and influenced by the poison, Rashid could still feel his body. A bit too well. The only spot in his whole body that didn’t feel like it had been frozen below zero was the least convenient one for the moment. Hidden away under his only remaining garment. Tense and pressing against the fabric, burning hot and pulsating as hard as his brain did. Her clawed hand drags up his torso and he grows more pent up as she pokes the talons in, barely not scratching past the surface of his skin. Is this cloudiness of his mind fear or lust? The two emotions feel exactly the same to him right now. It’s pathetic. Helpless. Shameful.

What would Azam say if he saw him in this predicament? Despite all the danger and his life at stake, despite being held captive by someone who’s clearly vile and demented. Someone who wishes him harm… he just can’t help but to enjoy it deep down under the thick layer of fear. He can’t help but want to be touched and experimented on by her. He can faintly hear her voice in the back of his head. She’s reciting the secondary effects of the experimental drug she just fed him by the sound of it, at least from what he can make out.

It was so stupid and foolish of him to let himself wide open like that. Training and recording himself alone when he had been the victim of an attack not even a week earlier. How careless and absurd that he didn’t stay indoors or with someone else to watch his back. It was obvious that loose ends would come to bite him in the ass sooner or later. And yet. He would let himself get caught all over again if it meant he could feel his brain be tampered with and melt this way. A.K.I. is clearly toying with him. She had noticed the growing bulge in her test subject’s garment long ago but she had no intention of touching the filthy thing herself. Instead drugging him further into his painful as well as seemingly erotic and depraved thoughts, whispering trigger words into his ear to let himself drop further into this brainwashed state. It was so hilarious to her. To see a supposed “hero” fall like this at her hands. Wanting nothing more but for her to touch him and to laugh at him, to call him pathetic and to make him squirm. It wasn’t a known effect to her, but definitely a pleasant and useful discovery for her studies. Drugging up this reckless man had proven to be greatly rewarding already. She can’t read minds, yet. But what she wouldn’t give to be able to slither into his mind and catch a glimpse of his every fleeting thought at this moment.

She takes the vial into her hands and stabs the needle into the top, draining its contents. Chuckling at her victim, she doesn’t hesitate to prod the needle into his thigh muscle. A pained expression coats his face as she beams with happiness.

Confusion strikes him, did she just inject more toxins into him? Not this time. She snakes over to the other side of Rashid and helps him sit up, slithering around him and resting her chin on his shoulder she whispers contently. “Aren’t you glad?? I’ve just given you an antidote. See? I don’t mean you any harm… You can move now… under my command, right?” Not fully a lie, while it neutralised the paralysing agents to a certain degree, it definitely did no favours to ease anything else.

Rashid’s upper body wobbled and he nodded languidly. Slurred movements, nothing like his usual. Still unable to form a proper word. Still overwhelmed with sensations and distracting urges. Still unsure if he wants to run. He tries to get up on his legs and gets swiftly kicked down with one quick blow to his groin. “Down.” She grips him by his hair and with unexplainable, almost superhuman strength tosses him to the floor completely discombobulated. “You’re going nowhere, yes?” Rashid can only groan in response, desperately scrambling to straighten himself up and off the ground, failing miserably without any balance to his feet. By the time he manages to get up on his knees he’s already greeted by the dreaded shadow growing in front of him. He looks up to face his pale nightmare in this dark night.

Her hands, almost gently carded through his messy and soaked in sweat hair, petting his head embarrassing him further, not doing any favours to his condition before she pushes him back onto the wall. “Be good, yes?” She flashes her claw in front of his eyes and threatens to poison him once more with a sly smile. “You wouldn’t want to be incapacitated again would you now?” Leaving him no time to answer, knowing he couldn’t form the words, she slashed her purple needle-like nails across his chest and took one step back. Letting him grab onto his burning breasts in anguish, and feeling himself grow wearier. Exhaustion washing over him, he licked his lips, he felt so dehydrated. Like he had just wandered over the vast unending desert for days without a single drop of water to be found.

Rashid looked up, a pitiful expression on his eyes and lips as he tried to reach out for his harasser, like he had spotted an oasis, pleading for help, anything at all to help his condition and urges that keep forming and fading away in his broken mind.

“..No.” She hummed. He mewled the most pathetic sound she had ever had the pleasure of listening to, her eyes shone in the dark when she noticed he could no longer withstand the effects of everything she had to give him for the night. His hands clasping and clawing at his scalp. Mouth gaping and breathing hard, grunts that formed into screams exited his lips carelessly. Sweating bullets. Air getting thin. Feeling trapped by his own spiral of thoughts that sounded more like a scratched record by now. Overstimulated by this numbness that feels so fervent.

His consciousness sank. His mind felt like an empty, void, bottomless dark pit. He succumbed, be it by fear, anxiety or his body simply shutting itself down in defence, unknown.

Rashid fell to his knees before blacking out. By the time he came to, it was already day. His body had more lacerations than he could remember. His body felt heavy. Sore everywhere. He felt drained of his blood and sanity. At least, for better or for worse, he was now alone. His assailant nowhere to be found. Painstakingly he dragged himself to the corner of the room where he had spotted his clothes and put them back on. Nothing seems amiss or damaged, besides himself, that is.

—

It took much longer than he’d ever want it to but he had finally made it home. Or better yet, the place he decided to stay over at for the time being in Nayshall.

He stripped himself bare and threw himself onto the bed. Exhausted. Like he hasn’t shut eye in weeks. He tries to meditate. Like how Azam taught him to. It always helped him relax. But not this time. Plagued by the ideas that had swarmed him earlier. He felt himself grow needy. Disgusted at himself he tries to shut the intrusive thoughts away. It wasn’t appropriate. It wasn’t right. Rashid thought to himself.

Yet. As if still unable to control himself, his hands travel above his torso. Right hand trailing downwards. Incapable of holding back. The primal and carnal urge is there and his body commands.

Angrily and frustrated, he pleases himself. Languid strokes turning frantic and agitated. Grunts leaving his mouth once more. Breath hitching. Not due to pain, but pleasure this time. The image of that unpleasant, sinister woman clouding his psyche. The way she laughed at him. Toyed with him. The idea of not being able to stop her from doing anything she wished. The impotency of it all. Defenceless in the face of death or worse.

Rashid knew this night would haunt him forever, for as many years as he’d be allowed to live. The visions of that wretched woman that terrified and set off the fight or flight instincts in him, forever engraved in his mind. There won’t be a single night where he’ll shut his eyes to sleep and not think of her or the stirring and whirlwind of thoughts he had upon being at her mercy. Of the time where all he wanted was to be toyed with, with his life being dangled in front of his very own eyes. And how he craves to be stalked, preyed on and feel it all over again.

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