#ignore that he looks nothing like william in that one on the right I REALIZED IT TOO OK. i will perhaps shift around some design stuff so

[infizero-draws]

maikol doodles

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #michael afton #fanart #ignore that he looks nothing like william in that one on the right I REALIZED IT TOO OK. i will perhaps shift around some design stuff so #they look eerily similar like they're supposed to OK SORRY

[gh0stsp1d3r]

maaay I request a fic where reader is in the mood while peepaw is just trying to work? Maybe they sit on his lap and it escalates from there, and he has to pretend nothing's happening while people come in and out of his office 👀 love your work, keep feeding us

I LOVEEEEE, I’m glad!!!

ℱ𝓊𝓃

Warnings: Smut, 18+ MDNI. Oral (m receiving), getting caught making out, grinding

“Yeah. Yeah, the jobs still open.” William said, moving around in his chair, which was something he liked to do a lot.

“Great. I’ll..” his voice faltered when you opened the door, walking in innocently and shutting it again.

“I’ll call you back with all the details.” He said, the man on the line said a goodbye and hung up.

“What are you doing here? Not while I’m working, because-“ he started when you walked towards him. You rolled your eyes, and settled yourself in his lap. He shut his eyes, trying to ignore his building arousal.

“Hello to you too.” You said, giving him a kiss, and turning yourself to face him, now straddling him as you guys made out like a bunch of teenagers.

Some one entered the room, an intern. He held a few papers and stood there like a deer in headlights when you both stopped and turned to look at him.

“Sorry- sir! I was just.. I’ll go.” He said, quickly, opening the door and leaving as fast as he could.

You looked back at William, you laughed at it.

“Stupid interns.” He mumbled, grabbing your jaw and kissing you again.

It all escalated when you started to grind down on him, he let groans escape him.

Then there was a knock at the door, and so he pushed you onto the floor, fixing his tie as you huffed in annoyance.

“Come in.” He said, looking down at you with a warning gaze and back up to his door.

You didn’t listen to his warning, ignoring it as a brilliant plan started in your head.

“Sit, sit.” He motioned to the man, as he sat down across from him.

“So, the pizzeria job didn’t work out..?” He asked, slightly frustrated with the fact that his plan obviously did not work.

“No. I was wondering… if there was anything else..? I’ve been really struggling and-“

William nodded, and you slowly unzipped his pants. He sucked in a breath, and looked down at you. You looked back at him with a smirk.

He tried to kick you away lightly, but it didn’t work. When he looked back up at Mike, he sighed and looked through a file, trying his best to remain professional as you slowly took

��Mmm..” he let slip, playing it off as if he was thinking as he fumbled through the files.

He was up to the desk as close at possible, hoping to god that Mike wouldn’t realize. You licked the tip, giving it a kiss as he slightly shifted around.

“I- you- might have to give me some time.” He managed to get out, right after he finished his sentence you put him completely in your mouth, hollowing it.

“I’m- very busy right now and-“ he took in a deep breath, trying to contain all his noises. “And- yeah… it’s doable, just- some time.” His words were quick.

“Okay…” Mike said, a little suspicious but got up nonetheless.

“See you later.” William said awkwardly, letting a sigh of relief out when he shut the door. He looked back down at you.

“What the fuck was that?” He asked, letting out a moan at the same time, letting his hands fall to the armrests on the chair.

You released him from your mouth, a line of drool following you. He took a picture in his mind.

“Just wanted to have some fun. I was bored.” You said, resting your head on his leg, tracing circles on his thigh.

“Well don’t stop now.”

#william afton x you #william afton smut #william afton x reader #william afton #matthew lillard x reader #matthew lillard smut #fnaf #fnaf x y/n #fnaf x you #fnaf x reader #fnaf movie

[pinguwrites]

Drabble: William gets needy when he's jealous

pairing | william killick x wife!reader

Warnings: william's possessive, smut (riding), he's lowkey sub?? someone please write sub!william i'd eat it up

Disclaimer: The Edge of Love characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

A/N: Just thought I'd get a little something out. Nothing special but I hope you guys like it.

You knew William like you knew your own mind. In all these years of friendship, courting, and finally, marriage, you had observed every facial expression, every slight of behavior, enough to know when he was upset.

The entire night William had not left your side. His arm was around your shoulder, rubbing your skin with his thumb, a tight expression on his face as he watched the other men at the party flirt with you.

William was bold, but he was also quiet, and his jealousy seething and simmering. You, of course, ignored people’s comments, politely excusing yourself from the conversation before things got awkward, but even after the night ended, William was still by your side, clutching onto you with a grip that almost hurt.

“You do realize that you’re my wife? Mine and mine alone,” he had said as you both got into the car.  

Taking off your painful heels, you chuckled. “I know. No need to be jealous. I was all over you tonight, waving my ring and kissing your cheek, I don’t know why they didn’t get the hint.”

William looked down, not starting the engine. You could tell he was feeling a little insecure. He’d always been this way, it was why he was so possessive over you, so adamant that you were his. 

You had placed your hand underneath his chin and pushed it up, forcing him to look at you. He looked so beautiful, with his dark hair falling over his eyes — deep, light blue, like water.

William leaned into your touch, pressing his lips against your hand and giving it a little kiss. “Let me have you. Let me show them how much better I am.”

“Oh?” A hint of a smile appeared on your face. “Here? In the car?”

“Yes,” he confirmed, kissing your hand once again. A soft sigh escaped his lips. “I want you . . . I need you.”

That was how you both ended up in the backseat, you on top of William, riding him with wanton moans, his hands gripping the flesh of your body, guiding you forward and backward as the car shook. The windows were fogging up, your skin hot and mildly sweaty, while he whispered sweet things in your ear.

William’s head hit the backseat. “Mmm,” he groaned, lips wet with saliva — both yours and his. “None of those men could make you this wet. See, look at you. You’re — oh, fuck — leaking — between your thighs.”

You nodded, but it wasn’t in a straight line, more of a wobble of your head. You were too focused on the feeling of him inside of you, of his warm hands on your body, of his nose brushing up against your ear, and his huffs and grunts.

“No one but you,” you agreed, eyes fluttering shut. “Just you Will . . . jus’ you.”

In the end, you sort of enjoyed it when William got jealous. The way he claimed you, let you use him just to prove how much better his cock was made you wild with desire. You knew that once you two got into bed he would be wrapping his arms around you, resting his head on your chest, snuggling up against you. If there was one thing William craved most in this world it was you. Your love, your touch, your affection. And giving it to him was one of the most pleasing things you could do. 

You were his, completely and unequivocally. And he was yours, too.

Taglist:

@shroombloom-rry @madnessandobsession @Meetmeatyourworst @henrywintersdearestgirl @mrkdvidal1989 @slut4thebroken @qqquartz7 @madeinuk

#william killick #william killick x reader #william killick x you #william killick x y/n #cillian murphy #fanfiction #the edge of love #pinguwrites

[yandere-romanticaa]

It's a crime just how there's no content for this series, especially because the men in this show are just out of this world. Lucky you, I have thing for the Lord of Crime.

Hell is empty and all the devils are here - that is what William liked to tell you from time to time.

Afternoon tea with William James Moriarty and on occasion his brothers as well, was always lighthearted and enjoyable. Their home was always warm and welcoming, their smiles contagious as the sun and the food they would fill your belly with was always out of this world delicious. Playing games with William became one of your favorite hobbies ever since moving to this neighborhood the Moriarty family took an odd liking to you, William in particular. He would tease you until your ears would burn from embarrassment, his red eyes gleaming with mischief as he would sit across you, a knowing little smirk on his face. He was a bit of a bully like that but it was all in harmless fun at the end of the day. William would never take it far, he detested seeing you in a sour mood. Sometimes if he felt like it, even his elder brother Albert would join in on the fun as Louis calmly watched the commotion in the background, his stance seemingly neutral.

Yes, the Moriarty brothers were a charming little bunch. You loved being with them, you loved being with William. You couldn't deny the way in which his mere presence made your heart flutter. He was handsome, so incredibly handsome. And his unmatched wit only make him more lovable, how could you not fall for him? On the surface he really was the perfect man of anyone's dreams. One simple glance from him took your breath away, as if he somehow managed to crush your lungs with some otherworldly ability unknown to you. William James Moriarty really was the perfect man.

Which is why it became harder to ignore some of the things which disturbed you in the dark of the night.

Suspicious men would linger around the estate, like wild beasts out on a prowl. You managed to identify them as the Moriarty house staff and there was a question which would linger in your mind for ages - what in the devil were they up to in the middle of the night?

They could not be this active by their own choice, someone most definitely ordered them to make haste with whatever mysterious task they were up to. The men clearly knew what they were doing as they would always move with precision and determination, their weapons always hidden well despite being safely covered by the inky black darkness.

You lost sleep over this, monitoring them quickly bled into your evening activities. The Moriarty brothers were hardly ever spotted, it was mostly just the staff. At first you figured that you were nothing more than paranoid and was just looking for an excuse to oogle at William, which wasn't necessarily untrue either. To any random person passing by the men were doing house chores and obeying their bosses. They were good and hardworking men, you had no right to judge them for something that they clearly were not at fault for.

Things took a sharp turn once one of the men came back to the Moriarty estate with a few splatters of blood on his fine white shirt. It was carefully concealed in order to avoid suspicion and yet you still saw it.

Someone out there was dead or dying and you knew who was responsible.

There was no turning back now.

And William, ever the charmer, kept luring you in. The more you observed him the more you came to pick up on his ticks and came to the realization that he was not the simple but perfect gentleman who had so carefully crafted his image. He was like a venus flytrap and you the dumb little fly, it was inevitable that he was going to catch you one way or the other.

He found it amusing how you watched over everyone like a hawk. It could not be more obvious but he still silently praised you for your efforts. It was good to remain vigilant, especially in a cruel world like the one you both lived in. Evil and wicked men roamed on the streets freely, who knew just when one was going to snatch you up.

In your eyes, maybe he was one of those men too. Regardless, he was planning on enjoying this silent game of cat and mouse he had set up. And you never failed in taking on the bait, each and every time.

#someone shoot me for not writing for this series sooner #yandere #yandere x reader #yancore #yandere imagines #yanderecore #yandere x you #yandere aesthetic #professor moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty #william james moriarty #moriarty the patriot #yandere william james moriarty #yandere william moriarty #yandere moriarty the patriot #yandere yuukoku no moriarty

[maviezz]

˚₊‧ა ☆ ໒ ‧₊˚Jealousy (Steve Raglan x fem!reader)

tags: smut, oral(m receiving), pet names, jealous william, fluff,

note: Steve’s quite subby here hehe. reader is in her early twenties, Steve on his mid-late forties. This contains mature content.

Word count: 1.4k

I stumbled upon the counseling center job almost by accident. Fresh out of college with a degree in psychology, I was eager to put my knowledge into practice. But job opportunities in the field were scarce, and I found myself settling for a position that was mediocre at best and not so well-paid.

As I settled into my role at the counseling center, I quickly realized that while the job might not have been the most glamorous, it had its perks. One of them was Steve Raglan, my boss. Tall, with a confident demeanor and a penchant for gold aviator glasses. His salt and pepper locks adorned his beard and hair, adding to his allure. He was the epitome of charisma.

Our relationship started off strictly professional, but as time went on, there was an undeniable chemistry between us. The more we worked together, the more I found myself drawn to his magnetic personality and charm.

Despite our best efforts to keep things purely professional, and also considering the fact that he was almost as old as my own father— it became increasingly difficult to ignore the growing attraction between us. Eventually, we couldn't resist the pull any longer, and our professional relationship blossomed into something more, resulting in a romantic relationship that neither of us saw coming.

"Steve, is everything good?" I asked, my tone laced with a hint of worry. I had come to his office to deliver some expedients, but I noticed he was silent, quiet even. It was highly unusual coming from someone as charismatic and outgoing as him.

"Yeah, everything's fine," Steve replied with a forced smile, but there was a hint of tension in his voice that I couldn't ignore. He glanced away, avoiding my gaze, which only added to my concern.

His response seemed a bit off, and as I glanced at him, I could tell that something was bothering him. Despite his attempt to reassure me with a faint smile, there was a tension in his voice that hinted at underlying distress.

“Are you sure everything's okay, love?" I pressed gently, my concern growing as I observed his troubled expression. "You seem a little... off today."Steve sighed, running a hand through his graying locks, his usual charisma momentarily faltering

“Yeah, I'm fine," he replied, but his words lacked conviction. "Just dealing with some stuff. Don’t worry, princess."I hesitated, debating whether to push further or respect his privacy. But as I met his troubled gaze, I knew I couldn't simply ignore his obvious distress.

"Steve, come on, just tell me what’s wrong," I urged gently, leaning in closer. "We’re supposed to trust each other, right?" My tone was soft but firm, conveying my sincerity and willingness to listen. I could sense his hesitation, but I hoped my words would encourage him to open up.

Steve shifted uncomfortably in his chair, avoiding my gaze. "It's nothing, really," he muttered, but I could see the turmoil behind his eyes.I sighed, sensing that there was more to it than he was letting on.

“Honey, look at me," I said firmly, gently tilting his chin up to meet my gaze. "I care about you, and I want to understand what's going on. You can talk to me."After a moment of silence, Steve finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I just... I can't help but feel insecure sometimes," he admitted, his vulnerability catching me off guard. "I see all these younger guys around, and I can't help but wonder why you're with an old guy like me."

My heart ached at his confession, my lips curved into a soft grin, offering him a reassuring smile.

“Steve, you're not just 'an old guy' to me," I said sincerely. "You're kind, intelligent, and incredibly attractive. Age has nothing to do with it. I'm with you because I care about you, and I want to be with you."As I spoke, I could see the tension in Steve's shoulders begin to ease

"But—" Steve began, his voice trailing off, but I gently cut him short, placing a finger on his lips to silence him."No 'buts,' Steve," I said firmly, meeting his eyes with unwavering determination.

"I'll make sure you understand how much I love you," I whispered, my voice filled with sincerity, though laced with a hint of desire.Feeling overwhelmed with emotion, I slowly knelt down in front of him, maintaining eye contact as I reached for both of his thighs, slowly running my hands up and down over his pants, tickling the skin underneath

delicate fingers dug into the fabric of his pants, causing a shiver down his spine, making his cock twitch in its confines. "I’ll suck the jealousy out of you" I murmured sensually, my words coming out sweet and honey coated. My tiny hands slowly slipped inside his pants, grasping firmly at his leaky and aching erection.

"Look at you, could a younger guy possibly compare to this?" I asked in a low voice, barely above a whisper, as I leaned in closer. My hands continued to explore, tracing the contours of his length with gentle fingers, sliding my fist back and forth over the length of his arousal while running the pad of my thumb over the tip, collecting his sticky fluids for a taste.

"H-Hng~, Honey..." Steve panted loudly, clawing at the armrests of the chair, tighter and tighter...eyes rolling back into his head with an audible groan.

The hair on his forehead was damp with sweat and stuck to his skin, the small droplets of moisture dripping onto his face. His breathing was short and rapid, his body trembling under the exertion, his breaths coming in short, shallow gasps as I ran my tongue over every single inch of him—one hand stroking his swollen and sensitive balls while i bobbed my head eagerly.

The smell of sweat was growing thicker, permeating the atmosphere and making it feel heavy and oppressive. His breathing was becoming visibly more rapid and shallow, small whines and groans filled the room alongside lewd and wet sounds as my hands and mouth worked their magic on his aching dick.

"Does it feel good, honey?” I purred playfully as I pulled away from his length. my chin coated in saliva as I looked at him with a naughty, almost teasing grin on my face.

"F-fuck…oh God, yes..." Steve panted out a breath, spreading his legs further for more access. His entire body was tense with the exertion of each movement, the heat growing between us becoming intense. He could feel himself growing harder—if it was even possible— as he looked at me, each movement and breath he took becoming more passionate. “I’m gonna cum..”

his fingers tangled in my messy hair, guiding my movements to a certain extent. His grip was firm, yet gentle, he was holding my head with authority, while he was also encouraging me to take him deeper into my throat. I could sense him enjoying the pleasure I was giving him, encouraging me to go deeper until my nose made contact with his pelvic floor.

his hips bucked slightly, it was a clear signal that he was about to reach his peak. I could tell from the way he was moving and the sounds he was making, his body tensing and his breath coming in short gasps. I redoubled my efforts, taking him deeper and hollowing my cheeks harder to intensify the suction.

“Oh m-mhm~ princess” His body lurched forward, his muscles tensing and his body twisting slightly. A louder moan echoed throughout the room, the wet and sloppy noises growing louder as his thrusting became more erratic and sporadic. His body started to convulse slightly, his body jerking suddenly as he reached his climax. Thick and heavy ropes of cum coating my mouth and throat. the sweet and tangy taste enveloping my senses.

“Oh, baby…”I gently pulled away from him, standing up on my feet. His body now lay there limp and relaxed, his hair messy with a few strands sticking out of place. His lips were swollen and red from biting on them, his cheeks flushed from the intensity of the blowjob. He was panting heavily, a wide grin painted on his face as he came back down to reality. He laid there motionless, taking a moment to regain his breath and come back down to his normal state.

"Was this enough to reassure you, love?" I said with a softer giggle, unable to hold back the reaction to his messy and disheveled form.

And oh yes, it definitely did reassure him.

#william afton smut #william afton #steve raglan #steve raglan smut #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #william afton x you #steve raglan x you #William afton fluff

[polyklok]

Omg omg i love your writing!!! No words can describe how much I love it!

Imagine muderface with a s/o or crush that says the weirdest stuff, like some stuff that they have been through. It is so random! Like those tik toks that say "the Egyptians believed the most significant thing you could do is die" in the most randomest of situations.

Like imagine just chilling out doing nothing and y/n looks over at muderface and says "would a zombie apocalypse be a formal event? Like your buried in your best clothes?"

It woukd very so cool if you could write something for this but if you don't want to that's cool!

Just wanted to share my thoughts. No one I know watches Metalocalypse.

Thank you!!!

Have a wonderful day or night!!

(I didn't really check my grammar or spelling that well, I am sorry)

Murderface with an S/O that says ~random~ things!

“The color is actually named after the fruit.”

You baffle him daily. He never asked to be spoonfed random trivia, shower thoughts, or absurd hypothetical questions. And yet, here he was, eating it all up.

When William was first met with your verbal hijinks, he was just so, so confused. Why did you know this? Why were you telling him this?

“What?”

“Orange. Like, people just described the color as yellow-red or something before the orange fruit was spread around Europe and they got a new word for it. The color is named after the fruit.”

“…Okay???”

For a while, he thought you were trying to give him clues about something. He was just extremely suspicious of you. Like, surely there had to be a reason behind it, right? Well, no, and he soon just found it was a quirk of yours.

He was always told to shut up whenever he tried to pipe in or had an interesting fact to share, so you defying one of the fundamental rules of his life is a bit jarring.

As he grows closer and more comfortable to you, he gets used to your pondering and even begins to consider them. Maybe you have a point?

“What’s the minimum amount of ducks do you think it would take to fully kill an adult rhino?”

“I don’t fuchkin’ know. Probably a schit ton.”

“I bet, like, five. They’d just swarm him.”

“You are scho wrong. He’d schtomp them all to a pashte.”

Well now he’s gonna stay awake all night thinking about it. He can’t decide if you’re the stupidest person he’s ever met or the smartest. Either way, he gets a little flustered when facing the seemingly infinite expanse of your mind.

After a while, he begins to pick up your habit. In his own Murderface-way, of course. He had a pretty obvious interest in things like car mechanics and war history, but now he’s more willing to share all of what he knows with you. He’s really excited that someone finally seems interested in what he has to say, no matter how meaningless it is.

And once that door is open, he becomes more willing to open up on a deeper level. Even though he’s a dumbass, he does have a depth of intelligence, even if he isn’t great at articulating it. Be patient and you’ll get some fascinating conversation from him.

“Even if there isch a God…like, what the fuck, man?! You juscht gonna leave us all down here to suffer and schit? I might as well ignore you juscht to schpite you! What a dick move.”

William never realized how valuable it was to him just to be listened to. Simply talking to you slowly becomes one of the better parts of his day, everyday.

It takes a lot for Murderface to love and it takes even more to love him back. But the effort is well worth it with these types of riveting discussions;

“You have to fight a bug that’s 100 times its original size and you get one weapon from the medieval era. What is your bug and what’s your weapon?”

“Easchy. Butterfly, Croschbow. One arrow for each wing. Instant win.”

#polyklok is real #metalocalypse #dethklok #dethklok headcanon #metalocaypse headcanon #william murderface #metalocalypse x reader #request filled #metalocalypse murderface #murderface x reader #william murderface x reader #i love you murderface but writing your speech is murder

[xieyaohuan]

A New Discovery (Butchlander)

Cozy corner kinktober prompts: overstimulation; kink of choice: tickling

Warnings: a tiny bit of angst for a second and a half, but mostly fluff!

“What the fuck was that?”

William is pushing himself up from the floor, stupefied. Then he looks up at the ceiling, and Homelander’s eyes automatically follow his gaze.

“I- I don’t know,” is all the supe manages. That’s the truth. One moment, he and William were making out on William’s bed (yes, Homelander insisted on buying him a proper bed frame), and the next, he sent William flying half the way across the room.

There’s a hole in the ceiling right above Homelander’s head, small embers raining down on him, settling on the sheets and on his bare skin. The hole doesn’t go all the way to the next floor, he notices with relief.

It’s at best a small relief though.

He’s not lost control of his lasers in well over ten years. Certainly not badly enough to cause real damage. Burning holes into walls, and — fuck. William. “Did I… did I hurt you? Are you hurt?”

“Nah. All peachy.” William gets up, dusts himself off and climbs back up on the mattress to inspect the damage from up close. He’s wearing nothing but his boxers. If the circumstances were any different, Homelander would probably enjoy the view. “That V shite really keeping its promises. Not a scratch on my body, love.”

Even when William pretends to be all sarcastic about the pet name, there’s usually some affection. Or so Homelander likes to tell himself. This time though, he’s not so sure.

The frown on William’s face is spreading as he’s prodding the hole in the ceiling, blinking away any ash and debris falling into his eyes.

Homelander grabs William’s blanket and wraps it around himself.

In the lab, this kind of loss of control would have meant no interactions with staff except food trays shoved angrily into his cell three times per day for at least a week. Vought would still make him practice on a target of course, but nobody was allowed to speak with him or even look at him. It was like Homelander didn’t exist. You have to understand, John, Vogelbaum would say later, we just can’t afford for you to be sloppy. We need you to have full control of your powers.

William is still muttering curses.

Frankly, Homelander didn’t expect he’d be so attached to this decrepit apartment. “I’ll pay to have the ceiling fixed,” he says quickly, realizing the mistake as soon as the words leave his mouth.

“I don’t want your fucking money,” William snaps without turning his head to look at Homelander. “Why do you people always think money’s gonna fix everything? Why do you-”

He stops mid-sentence, but Homelander knows how it was going to end: something about supes being careless, ruining people’s lives, because they know Vought will sweep in to offer a check. He’s heard these words so many times out of William’s mouth. He can feel a burning sensation behind his eyes and quickly closes them before there’s another accident.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I really don’t know what happened. It makes no sense.”

He was sprawled on the mattress, his back arched, William tracing kisses down his body. He remembers briefly doubting the wisdom of having let William talk him into taking off his suit. All of his suit. He remembers William touching him, caressing him. It felt weird. Wrong. He tried to ignore it for a little while, but the feeling just kept getting more intense: not quite a tingle and not quite an itch, but somehow so much worse than either. Then William’s hands sent a sudden jolt through his body, and all he remembers is the urge to get away from this strange sensation, no matter what.

The rest, well, the rest of the story is little flakes of ash raining down on him from the ceiling.

Homelander buries his head in the blanket. This wasn't how he expected this night to end.

William’s arms wrap around him. “Eh. Don’t worry about it.” His heart is still beating faster than usual, but that’s probably just the aftereffect of being tossed across the room. Whatever anger he felt before is gone.

“Don't you worry about a thing, beautiful.” He peels the blanket off of Homelander’s shoulders and pushes him onto his back, resuming where they left off five minutes earlier, leaving Homelander gasping and squirming.

Something still isn’t right though. He can feel each and every hair of William’s beard on his skin, every touch of his fingers almost unbearable and—

“Stop! Stop!”

William stops, looks up. “What?”

“I… I don’t know.” He can’t put into words what exactly isn’t right.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No. No, no. It’s not that. It’s just-” It’s like his skin, which is supposed to protect him against fire, ice, bullets, is suddenly no longer doing its job. “I- I think my skin is malfunctioning. Or maybe my supe senses... I don’t know-” Homelander’s never had to think much about how exactly his body works. All he knows is that this isn’t supposed to happen.

William is studying him for a moment. Then he says: “Lie back down. I wanna try something.”

Homelander complies. He’s about to ask what the heck William wants to try when he feels his fingers lightly brush over his belly. This time, he can hear himself let out the most embarrassing little squeal before curling into a ball. At least he managed not to singe the ceiling this time.

William is laughing. “Your skin ain’t malfunctioning,” he says, a grin on his face. “You’re just ticklish.”

Homelander stares at him, mouth open, trying to think of something to counter. He’s heard of people being ticklish before. He’s read about it in books and seen it in movies. He technically knows what it is, though it always seemed like just another silly, human thing. A weakness, for sure. There’s no way he is ticklish. “Nonsense,” he mutters.

William’s grin widens. “Oh, I think you are.”

“I’m not!” Last thing Homelander needs is some stupid weakness.

“Alright,” William says. “Let’s try something then. Arms above your head.”

Homelander complies, suddenly wary, watching as William climbs on top of him and pins both his wrists with one hand. And then, without warning, he digs his other hand into Homelander’s undefended side.

This time, William hits the wall on the other side of the room, landing on the floor with a thud.

Still, there's the smuggest little grin on his face as he gets up. “You’re not just ticklish. You’re off-the-fucking-charts ticklish!”

Homelander wants to protest, but all the bits and pieces of knowledge about this sensation he’s never felt before are gradually coming together. It does make some sense, he has to admit. For a moment, he’s angry at Vought for their oversight: for desensitizing him to the most excruciating pain yet somehow managing to leave him with the silliest weakness possible.

“Fucking hell,” William says. “I can’t believe nobody’s figured this out before.” His eyes wander back to the hole in his ceiling. “Well, I suppose I can see why they wouldn’t have tried.” He’s laughing at his own joke, almost giddy with the excitement of his new discovery.

This cheerfulness is very unlike William, and it’s one Homelander doesn’t share. “I don’t need this kind of… deficiency. I can’t afford it. I’m the Homelander. What are people going to think when they find out?”

“Well, you're right, we can't have that.” The smug grin still hasn’t left William’s face. “We’re just gonna have to desensitize you then, won’t we, love?”

#cozy corner kinktober #butchlander #homelander x billy butcher #prompt: overstimulation #tickling #homelander #billy butcher #fluff #the boys #the boys fic #my fic

[addisonnie]

Hmmmm i feel like feeding you a little bit so open wide my wittle princesses here’s part 1 of a (depressing) draft I never finished lol.

Nothing in the world is worse than someone who doesn’t have to try at anything in order to be good at it. Especially in academic settings; What do you mean you didn’t study and you got an ‘A’? Eat shit, honestly.

On the topic of complaining, there is also nothing worse than taking a class you believe has nothing to do with anything regarding your major. Yet here you are, in ‘Dinosaurs: What Walked Before Us?’ instead of English 2400. Sure, dinosaurs are cool, whatever.

Ellie Williams seems to really, really enjoy dinosaurs. So much to the point that she doesn’t have to take notes or pay attention to lectures for any reason other than pure interest. Yep, she’s one of those. The auburn haired girl sits directly next to you in the lecture hall, she’s constantly talking to herself under her breath and doodling random dinosaurs and shapes in the blank expanse of her notebook. Not one note has been taken in that stupid spiral-bound notebook all semester and the thought of Ellie actually studying for this class is a mental image you just can’t picture.

She really pisses you off. Her stupid lanky fingers tapping on the desk. Her stupid toned arm reaching skyward to answer the professor's question. Why does she know so much about velociraptors?

“Psst. Hey.” She turns in her chair to look at the side of your face.

You ignore her and continue jotting down your notes. She’s not that easy to shake off, though,

“Hey—hey! Do you have a pen? Or pencil, I’m not particular.” She whisper-shouts in your direction and taps her skinny finger on your notebook. You attempt to continue ignoring Ellie and write down everything the professor says, she’s facing you and breathing really close to your ear and tapping your notebook and— Jesus Christ.

The tip of your pencil snapped off from writing too aggressively, the led resting on top of the paper serves as a taunting reminder that Ellie is still looking at you.

“Ooh. Rough. Hopefully you have two extras.” She smirks at you.

You scoff and turn to dig through your bag, turning to face Ellie when you fish out two pens, one pink and one blue.

“Thanks!” She roughly twists to face forward again, listening intently to the professor once again.

The professor. Shit. Fuck. What did he just say? The largest dinosaur was the what? You’re so fucked. Thank you, Ellie.

———

“You will be working in small groups—pairs of two to be exact. The person seated to the right of you will be your partner for this assignment. And remember, this is a massive assignment, worth forty percent of your grade. Alright, folks, that’s all for today. I’ll see you all next class.” Stupid smug professor. He knew exactly what he was doing! You took a quick look at the girl to the right of you and sighed when you realized Ellie Williams was, in fact, your partner for this massive project.

“Hey, partner.” Your eyes practically roll into the back of your skull when she slaps a hand onto the back of your chair, “you and me, huh?”

Instead of dignifying her with a response, you grab her arm from the back of your chair and aggressively push up the sleeve of her sweatshirt. A tattoo covers the majority of her forearm and the skin beneath it is raised slightly, swirls of scarred skin blur beneath the leafy pattern of ink. Uncapping your pen, you write your phone number on the back of her hand.

“Well, alrighty then. Assaulting a classmate. Nice. ” Her eyes scan the digits written on her hand and when she looks back up, you’re already halfway out the door with your backpack thrown carelessly over your shoulder.

Your phone vibrates in your back pocket while you walk down the front steps of the academic building. Once, twice.

Hey.

It’s Ellie.

————

The library is quiet aside from the incessant rapping and tapping of Ellie’s fingers on the desk between the two of you. Multiple books are strewn across the table, notebooks filled with highlighted annotations rest in the remaining space. You massage your temples and squint, attempting to block out the sound of her fingertips smacking the wood over and over and over again.

“Can you fucking not do that? For literally five seconds.” Ellie looks up from her book quickly and sheepishly smiles, “sorry.”

“Whatever.”

She rolls her eyes, “listen, I know you’re mad about being paired with me, but you don’t have to be such a grouch about it.”

What? You’re not even being a grouch. She’s just annoying as shit.

“I’m not a grouch—“ she cuts you off, “—yeah, you kinda are. Oscar the Grouch.”

Scoffing, you respond, “I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer.”

“You just did.” She smirks and you groan loud enough to be shushed by several of the people sitting nearby, “just do your part of the assignment.”

She doesn’t, of course. She spends the next thirty minutes spinning round and round in her desk chair, occasionally stopping to ensure the dizziness dissipates.

“You know,” here we go again. Ellie fully stops spinning, placing both of her hands down onto the table and stares straight at you.

“Instead of reading these boring books, what if we went to the museum instead—“

You cut her off, “no. No way.”

“Oh come on!” She drags out the last syllable, “it would be way more enjoyable than this! Plus, we could get some killer pictures for that hunk of shit slideshow you’ve been working on.”

“Hey—! My slideshow is not a hunk of shit!” Ellie scoffs and rolls her eyes, “it’s pretty fuckin’ bad.”

Okay, so maybe your slideshow sucks a little bit. It’s boring and overly colorful with too much information on each slide—yeah, the more you look at it, the more it does look like a hunk of shit.

“Fine. Let’s go to the museum.”

———

The ride to the dinosaur exhibit is arguably the worst part of this project—a whole hour stuck in the car with Ellie, who can’t drive for shit, by the way. An old jeep wrangler parks messily on the street in front of your house and several shrill honks ring out from the old hunk of junk.

Here.

You slip on the shoes closest to the front door and quickly grab your tote bag, slinging it over your shoulder as you slam the door behind you. Ellie doesn’t notice you approach her car, much too enthralled in the music blasting from her busted speakers. You tug on the handle only to find that the door is locked. After knocking your knuckles on the window, the girl jumps and whips her head to face the window.

“It’s locked.” You mouth over the music, she shrugs.

“Guess you’ll have to walk.” A smirk spreads across her face, “I’m getting ready to key your car, Williams.”

She frowns quickly and unlocks the door, “good morning, grumpy! How are you this fine morning?”

You roll your eyes and slouch into the seat, “don’t start this now, please.”

Ellie huffs and turns the music up louder. Her arm reaches across the back of your seat as she turns her head around to reverse without hitting your already-damaged mailbox. Her buff, toned arm. Her tanned, tattooed arm. You can’t help but wonder how it would feel wrapped around you—no. You’re not doing this. Not with Ellie Williams of all people.

The ride is surprisingly quiet before Ellie slams the breaks, her arm slinging out rapidly to shove your body back into your seat. The force of her hit had you doubling over in your seat, wheezing out several coughs.

“Shit—shit. I’m sorry! You…kind of deserve it though.” She chuckles while you swat at her arm, shoving her away.

“You infuriate me. You know that? Like, seriously infuriate me.” Ellie fully removes her arm and drops her hand into her lap, frowning.

“I don’t know why. I think I'm pretty tolerable as far as everything goes.” She sounds genuinely sad, and you kind of feel bad for a moment,

“You just—I don’t know.”

Ellie is quiet for the rest of the ride.

#ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x female reader #ellie x you #ellie x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie tlou

[thatruerealmwalker]

So...

WE'RE BACK AGAIN LADS- BUT THIS TIME IT'S A BOY.

Even as this Cradle burns down... From the Ash I will Rise once Again. - Finale Quote

This is William Rivers (Full name drop!) which has appeared on the blog before! Now you may ask me- "Realm? Why is William a Magical Boy now?"

Well one- He is a Magical Girl- because calling him that makes him scream- and Two- It's complicated.

William pretty much as the same back story and personality as Innocent Ash- I just never gave Ash a civilian form or an actual name. So when I did make William- I realized "Wait... this is just Innocent Ash."

So two became one and here we are. I'm not going to mention the certain flower girl toy mascot horror game- because unlike Claire, William was pretty much fully formed- just no name. Or some smaller details I've ironed out now. I have no 'legal' basis to tag this under Poppy Playtime- (Maybe I do? This situation is strange)

However- for the sake of being fair- and because I want to- Thank you @realizinau for indirectly helping me fully realize the OC. (I also think you maybe want to see this? It has a bunch of extra William lore if you just take out the Magical stuff and ignore the other characters mentioned- Great work by the way as always Vis, hope your vacation/trip is going well!)

As before with Claire- who if you have missed you can find HERE-

Below are some details, and under that is a short story telling you more of how he got to this point- In "We who are Blessed Under Starlight" specifically.

William is a Magical Boy by the name of Innocent Ash. He's rather young, one of three of what the Blessed call "The little Trio" which make up him, his adopted sister Swan, and Alice's adopted brother Mako. The three of them are pretty much inseparable (which took William's survivor guilt getting addressed- but more on that later)

William fights with a short sword on occasion- really just when he needs to. His main way of fighting is with his power- FIRE. Be it burning, destroying, or even warding things away, William fights like a fire bender who just wants to see the world burn.

His flames are sadly pretty one note- except for detail that he has almost always perfect control on what his flames will burn. He has also found that changing their color is pretty easy, not that it does much. This has lead to some... creative applications of fire. (One time, he was bored, so he tired to make a normal tree look like Christmas cam early. He is now asked to make flame decoration whenever he can. It's an art form at this point even though William isn't an artist.) (He does it for Swan.)

William is a quiet kid, who's rather smart but that comes from just how perceptive he is. He notices things. Be it moods or information others may miss, he always seems to catch that stuff first. It doesn't help his natural paranoia, but when it's needed- he uses it. (He... has had a lot of bad experiences in orphanages. Even now it clings to him. The feeling of someone trying to hurt him, right behind him- even when it's nothing at all)

William is an Orphan. His parents died in a home fire when he was young. Unluckily, his entire life has been accidents and hardship like that. From one orphanage that met the same fate his parent home did, to one who's entire child populace made his time there hell. He sadly had grow accustomed to wearing a mask- seeming meek and not worth the abusers time... even if it didn't always work. (The only time he's snapped is when his life was really in danger- when things actually got violent- those would also lead to him moving orphanages.) (The only time he harmed someone without violence... is when an older man who worked at the orphanage he was staying at at the time tried to touch him. William had to be dragged away from the man's blood face.)

As said before, he's the adopted brother of Swan- who's parent's took him in after he finally began to trust that he won't be the one person left again- that he won't be left alone again. Even if his new parents love him... he still has trouble sharing that back. He isn't trying to replace what he lost... but he has to tell himself that.

Swan's parents adopted him when he went back into school... there was an entire thing with the law trying to throw him back into the foster system- Claire and Zaken both has paid for a really good lawyer to help win custody and deal with the whole issue. (Later he learned that why it was so hard was that the Orphanage he was last at was only keeping kids so the government paid them- and was trying to keep it hush hush.)

William loves reading. It's his favorite pass times. He usually spends that time helping Swan to read. He cannot lie he doesn't enjoy teach now and again. (It's even better when it's all three of them. Him, Swan, and Mako.)

He has a weird bond with Kaito. Both of them once living on the streets- they kind of get on well together. He does not like when Kaito goes full gremlin and starts stealing stuff. (He usually has to be the one to place everything back. He just remembers where things were easily.)

As much as his entire brand is fire- he likes all of his drinks cold. Give him hot chocolate and he will place it in the freezer to cool it down quickly. Several other of the Blessed have issues with this. Swan emulates him to their collective horror.

William has periods where he just needs to be alone- be in silence and calm down. Over stimulation can get to him easy. Best one can do is give him that. (He tries to deal with it sometimes, pretend it isn't happening. Claire can always somehow tell though. She always makes sure he gets the room he needs)

And that is everything I have for now! Again, if you enjoyed reading about this story and William, feel free to reach out! Messages and the Inbox is always open- I love meeting new people!

Thank you for reading- but wait! There is still a short story about William down below. You might want to read that too on your way out. Either way, have a wonderful night!

William Rivers Story:

William believed himself to be Cursed for the longest time.

He had evidence for it. Just look at his life.

When he was only 5- he had to watch his parents burn alive in their home. When he was growing up he had to be tossed from orphanage to orphanage because he caused 'problems.'

Few wanted to adopt him- none ever fully committed after hearing everything he's been in. They said he was too quiet, too antisocial, too cold.

Maybe what else they called him was true... but he was never cold. He only learned how to hide the flames, hid the emotion. To put on a mask and seem like he was only part of the background. It helped, stopped at least the other children from bothering him- either in misguided blame or genuine attempts at friendship only missing the endurance to break through the shell- so he kept doing it.

He was the center of tragedy. No matter what, he always came out fine. He was always the lone person to survived unscathed. Eventually, he believed that to be true. That no matter what, he would be the only one to survive- only one to live. And so he would be alone. That is what he internalized during his time through those dark days.

One day, a Star had fell into a nearby forest. William, who had nothing better to do, followed to where he saw whatever fell from the sky above. Starlight seeped into him as he stepped forward towards the light in the clearing, clinging to his form.

His mind grew cloudy as his skin began to heat. Flames struck and clung to nearby trees. Soon, this once living forest became kindle to a flame unending.

And yet- William did not. Even as fire threatened to make him one with it- he stepped forward and reached for the Star-

The flames that once ate at the green plant life around him snuffed out in an instant, his body back to as it was before he stepped into this place- now with his Matrix, a bright shining Flame above what he knew was meant to be ash, hovering in front of him.

William, with his new found powers, ran. He lived on the streets, away from the constant hurt that came from the places that tried to board him.

One day, a Stranger appeared, and promised him he would grant him his most wanted wish- if only he were to gather Starlight until his Matrix was bursting.

Unannounced to the Stranger, he chose his lie poorly. William, despite it all, never truly wished "For his parents to come back to his arms." They were gone, and he had accepted that.

And so William distrusted The Man who Thought Himself God from day one.

Sadly for William, others did not share his worry, blindly trusting that horrible man's promises. And so- he was brought into the fight orchestrated by the one who sought to claim God's throne.

He did not trust any other Blessed, and did not fight against the Cursed. He defended himself when those who realized the other Blessed carried far more Starlight then a normal Cursed ever would. He ran when the one who could freeze others with just a touch approached him-

And again and again and again.

She wouldn't stop. She even started to do it outside of her costume- with no weapon and powers weakened. He didn't understand.

So he watched her.

He watched how she fought not for some stupid Wish... but for the sake of protecting others. How she had a smile when she saved that child from being eaten by the Cursed teddy bear. How she laughed in joy when she finally beat the tainted master of the towns local Dojo- before undoing as much corruption as she could- not thinking to harvest the poor soul for even a second.

Watching became brief interactions. Where he would ask a question- and she would answer as well as she could.

That too turned into him aiding in fighting- no protecting people. And soon he met others like her- Like Alice. (That was her name... why did it take him so long to ask?)

Then... he met the girl who would become his sister.

Later... he met the boy who he and she would call their brother.

Slowly but surely... he learned he had wandered into a family. He was afraid. Afraid they would die, and leave him... But they proved him wrong.

Again and Again and Again-

They lived. They survived. And they all went back home together in the end.

Even when it got hard. Even when the world itself chose to challenge them- to try and slaughter them as they tried to do what was right-

They did not leave him.

He isn't alone- and won't ever be again.

#OC #My OC #Magical Boy #We who are Blessed under Starlight #Original work #This took me a while so probably no Chapter tonight. #Now I'm not sure who to do next. #Mako or Swan? #Hmmmmm #I'll think on it.

[avalanchesumich]

mastermind!au

the breakup

december 6

cameron looked up, slightly annoyed that people decided to sit at the table right next to her. she was the only one in the library at the moment, writing her final paper. it was her last one. after her class, her, val, and tim would be heading home for winter break.

she quickly looked away as she realized who the pair was; raegan williams and andie johnson. the two of them always liked cam’s insta posts only if gabe was in them, and they always commented on gabe’s posts. she brought it up once to gabe, but he assured her she had nothing to worry about. and she believed him, but it still hurt her to see.

cam just took a deep breath and she went back to her paper, ignoring them until they started to speak louder, which was when val dropped by the library.

“hey,” she whispered, considering library etiquette, her eyes widening when cam put a finger over her mouth. “geez, sorry.”

“no,” cam leaned closer to val as she whispered. “it’s the girls always in gabe’s comments. they’re talking about him.”

“hate to break it to you, but gabe has a bunch of girls in his comments. he’s cute and good at hockey.”

cam slouched in her seat and glared at the document in front of her. now, she was jealous and unproductive.

“yeah, i mean, he was telling me he was thinking of breaking up with her,” raegan said in a normal voice, catching cam and val’s attention. “he said he’s basically in with her brothers, so what was the point anymore since he got what he wanted.”

cam set her jaw as she felt the burning sensation behind her eyes. in her mind, she replayed everything cale had tried to burn into her brain before he was yelled at by all the women in his life. she was brought back to her first boyfriend, who only dated her to get in with a stanley cup champion.

he’s just using you. she couldn’t see sense, only that she should have known better.

cam blinked rapidly, refusing to allow herself to cry at the moment. her eyes darted to the time in the bottom right corner of her laptop. swallowing thickly; she closed it.

“i have to get to class,” she mumbled to her friend. “i’ll see you later.”

val watxhed in shock as cam walked away slowly. she stared at the two girls beside her, eyeing the open water bottle. scoffing to herself, she stood up and walked by the girls, accidentally bumping into the water bottle. she watched as the contents poured all over raegan.

“oh my god! i’m so sorry!” val gasped. “i didn’t mean to.”

raegan glared up at her, standing up in shock. “of course not,” she muttered out.

“i’ll get paper towels,” angie said, side eyeing val as she walked to the bathroom.

“sorry again,” val smiled sweetly and walked away, pretending she didn’t hear the ‘bitch’ that followed.

only an hour had passed since the moment in the library, and cam was finally able to catch gabe alone.

“hi, pretty girl,” gabe grinned as she closed the door. “how are you? missed you.”

cam had planned to go about the conversation with a level head, but hearing him say that brought back every negative emotion she felt listening to what raegan had to say.

she felt the stinging sensation again, and this time she didn’t try and force it to stop. she let it happen this time.

“how are you?” she snapped at him. “i don’t know, gabe, how are you?” she watched as his face contorted into confusion. “i trusted you. i told you i was afraid of dating another guy like you. i told you what my brother had to say about us. i told you about my ex. and for what? for you to lie about your intentions to my face? how could you?”

“whoa, whoa,” gabe shook his head. his heart was racing because he had no clue where this was coming from. he jumped from his bed and came to stand in front of her. he tried to take her hands in his own, but accepted it when she took steps away from him. “what are you talking about?”

“you wanting me to get to cale,” cam said flatly. “i overheard her telling her friend everything. even the part where you were gonna break up with me now that you’ve finally got cale’s trust,” she swallowed as she said. “well i’ll do you one last favor. i’m breaking up with you.”

“what?” gabe’s voice cracked. “baby, no,” he shook his head. they both snapped their heads to the door that swung open. will rushing in with ryan in toe, both slightly out of breath.

“i have a flight to catch,” cam said, not leaving any room for gabe to argue, pretending her heart didn’t shatter any more seeing gabe cry in front of her.

it’s his own fault.

#mastermind!au #gabe perreault x makar!sister

[theageofsims]

The Age of Sims 2.6 - Part 39 - “Harvesting at Gloria's”

"Where's Noah?"

"I'm free from him and that damn dog today…" He began, "Well -- only until around 5 o'clock. Then it's back to the races."

"You know you love that dog."

He grumbled, but gave her a nod anyway. "I wish he'd just listen to me."

"Maybe he does listen, but decides to ignore all you have to say."

He watched her as she held a straight face. "Are you trying to tell me something?"

"What would I be trying to tell you?"

"That I talk too damn much and it probably goes unheard or… that I talk too damn much and it doesn't go unheard, but it gets ignored because nobody wants to listen to somebody like me carry on."

"You're awfully chatty this morning. How many cups of coffee did you have?"

"One and was on my way to a second, but I think I shouldn't now." He cleared his throat. "You're not dressed for work."

"But I'm going to work. I haven't got the time to change and I don't think I'll be greeting what little customers we're sure to have."

"If I come along I can be another customer."

"I told you about that."

"Doesn't mean I've got to listen." He shrugged, "It's only fair you know… since I don't get listened to."

"I haven't got time for this, William."

"Shame." He stretched, "Guess I'll be on my way then… got a few things to clean up around the yard and harvest some, too."

"I told you I'd harvest them."

"I need some of them to take home with me." He caught her look, "Gizmo got into my crops… made a meal or about ten of them before I even realized." He saw her smirk, "Don't you dare laugh. That's good produce I'll never get back."

She couldn't help, but smile as he began walking away.

"I mean it. And don't think I'm leaving until you get back from work so make sure you get back on time."

"Don't tell me what to do."

"It's only a reminder. I'd like to see you again before the day is through."

"Don't overwork yourself."

"Go on and quit worrying about me. Gardening is like leisure to me.

----------

The word 'leisure' stuck in his mind for the rest of his time at Gloria's, knowing from years ago he thought about turning his love for gardening into some sort of business. It was maybe a dream he had when he retired from the Science and Medical industry, but he was far too pressed for time to give it an honest thought.

----------

Unfortunately Gloria wasn't going to make it on time due to several problems at work. She told him last minute and so he decided to shower at her place and lock up before he went back home, now with a bundle of fresh herbs, fruits, and vegetables he harvested.

What he didn't expect was to find someone at her door.

"Hello." He said, looking around for a stack of cookies or other fundraising items. When he didn't see any, he asked. "Can I help you?"

"I'm here to see my Ant."

"Ant?" He thought for a moment, wondering if Gloria ever mentioned she had a niece but kept coming up with nothing. "Are you sure you have the right house?"

"Sure. My Ant Gloria's lived here my whole life."

He looked around a bit and nodded. "Well, she isn't here right now…" He was going to continue with her being at work, but he wasn't sure what he should say and just how much information he should give away. "I could let her know you stopped by…"

"I'll just come back later." She said as she took in his apperance. "Are you a landscaper?"

"No."

"What are you then?"

"I…" He lost his voice in the same way he did when his nephew questioned his relationship, "I'm a… really good friend of your Ant." He cleared his throat, "That's why I'm here. Anyway, I've got somewhere I need to be so you should run along and I bet if you come back in a few hours your Ant will be home."

"Okay. Bye!"

"…bye…"

As she headed down the steps of the front porch, William fell into a funk as he realized how stupid he sounded when answering such a simple question.

#sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 story #the sims #the age of sims

[fightingformysoul83]

I can't believe it....

Well, I guess I can. My sister and I are very different, but she thinks we have to be the same. Well today I found out my sister is a Sugar or a Sussex Squadie. She actually thinks MM is okay... she thinks the Royal Family treated her badly and that I believe everything the Royal Family says.

She claims to have read Spare.... however doesn't know that like half the book has been proven lies. Harry admits in the book that MM treated the staff poorly, which is one part of book that is proven true. He also has admitted it was MM who made Catherine cry not the other way around like MM says. My sister doesn't realize that the Royal Family hasn't even said anything negative about the duo, they have more class then that. My research has been based on the accounts of people who are close to both sides, you know what we have all been looking at for years. She believes William cheated, even though it's been debunked so many times. She laughs at the meme about William loosing his hair, about Diana snatching her looks back. William is still handsome, he still has that sweet smile and gorgeous blue eyes, he's tall and fit. Hair is not the only thing that makes someone good looking. My sister has no right to judge anyone else's appearance.

I don't even think my sister realizes that Diana wasn't as good as everyone likes to think she was. Diana was passionate about her charities and did want to help people, she passed that down to William, she also passed on her charisma to William.

However Diana was rude to staff, was childish and selfish, Harry got those traits.

Now I don't think Harry is innocent in all this but MM manipulated him and they married too soon and I think he would have been better off without her.

She says there's nothing wrong with MM. I can't believe mt sister doesn't know about the lying, manipulating, narcissistic person MM is. Which I don't really want to talk about. Just say that so many lies told by this duo has been proven to be lies.

Harry broke the promise he and William made to each to not drag each other in press or in public (as we all know siblings fight, they know dirt on each other). The only thing Harry can say about William is that he lost his hair. Then claims William didn't marry for love... only he and Meghan did.

Whereas William could let leak everything that Harry has done in the past and completely ruin him, but William won't, he has class and is a stand up guy. I am so sick of people, mostly fellow Americans believing Harry and Meghan, they are awful people.

Mind you I didn't get fully ingulfed in the Royal drama until about a month and half ago. I knew a little here and there but always sided with William and Catherine, I have always had a good instinct about people, like since I was a kid, , a fact my sister seems to forget or ignore.

I even got into it with Sugar on Threads this week because they couldn't believe and American would side with Wales'.

#Team Wales #Wiliam and Catherine #Prince and Princess of Wales #I support Catherine and William

[daimonclub]

100 magnificent quotes

100 Magnificent quotes 100 magnificent quotes, great aphorisms, ideas, maxims and quotations by various famous authors selected for the World of English by Carl William Brown, the literary avenger. Oh, love isn't there to make us happy. I believe it exists to show us how much we can endure. Hermann Hesse Madness is something rare in individuals - but in groups, parties, peoples, and ages, it is the rule. Friedrich Nietzsche Human behavior flows from three main sources: desire, emotion, and knowledge. Plato The mirror is my best friend because when I cry it never laughs. Charlie Chaplin Aphorisms are the true form of the Universal Philosophy and containe the greatest quantity of thought in the smallest space. Friedrich von Schlegel Educate the children and it won’t be necessary to punish the men. Pythagoras If knowledge can create problems, it is not through ignorance that we can solve them. Isaac Asimov Without goals, the very concept of intelligence is meaningless. Steven Pinker I suppose that in no educational institution can one become an educated person. Mikhail Bulgakov No one's fate is of any interest to you except your own. Mikhail Bulgakov Respond intelligently even to unintelligent treatment. Sun Tzu The reason I talk to myself is because I’m the only one whose answers I accept. George Carlin A fool contributes nothing worth hearing and takes offence at everything. Aristotle By now humanity has become so imbecile that we often tend to mortify intelligence, in order not to offend stupidity. Carl William Brown Show respect to people who don't even deserve it; not as a reflection of their character, but as a reflection of yours. Dave Willis Life is nothing but a competition to be the criminal rather than the victim. Bertrand Russell It is far better to be silent than merely to increase the number of bad books. Voltaire The more real you get, the more unreal the world gets. John Lennon The more intelligence you have, the more you will suffer. Arthur Schopenhauer

Voltaire quote Discipline is choosing between what you want now and what you want most. Abraham Lincoln The hardest thing to learn in life is which bridge to cross and which to burn. Bertrand Russell Love on one side is not enough, love is a dialogue, not a monologue. Oriana Fallaci Interacting with people that don't like you it's a fundamental process to study human stupidity. Carl William Brown The measure of a man is what he does with power. Plato No matter how you feel, get up, dress up, show up, and never give up. Regina Brett The secret of change is to focus all of your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new. Socrates Fashions have done more harm than revolutions. Victor Hugo A man who fears suffering is already suffering from what he fears. Montaigne From each according to their abilities, to each according to their needs. Karl Marx There is nothing in the world so much admired as a man who knows how to bear unhappiness with courage. Seneca The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom. Isaac Asimov A man's manners are a mirror in which he shows his portrait. Goethe I was ashamed of myself when I realized life was a costume party and I attended with my real face. Franz Kafka Without love living is easy; but it's meaningless. Leo Tolstoy Nobody is going to pour truth into your brain. It's something you have to find out for yourself. Noam Chomsky Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free our minds! Bob Marley Knowledge which is acquired under compulsion obtains no hold on the mind. Plato Those who look for the bad in people will surely find it. Lincoln It is not the man who has too little, but ht eman who craves more, that is poor. Seneca

Nietzsche quote You can’t get much done in life if you only work on days when you feel good. Jerry West The more I learn about people, the more I like my dog. Mark Twain In our society logics is intertwingled with nonsense, good things with evils ones, and most of the time you can't tell which is which, therefore there is nothing more truly realistic than stupidity. Carl William Brown Avoid doing what you would blame others for doing. Thales To destroy war, destroy patriotism. Leo Tolstoy I don’t trust anyone who’s nice to me, but rude to a waiter because they would treat me the same if I were in that position. Muhammad Ali Learn the rules like a pro, so you can break them like an artist. Pablo Picasso A gem cannot be polished without friction, nor a man perfected without trials. Seneca Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal. Alber Camus Non serve a niente essere vivi, se bisogna lavorare. André Breton All cruelty spring from weakness. Seneca Be careful what you tolerate, you are teaching people how to treat you. Dr. Phil McGraw Better to die fighting for freedom then be a prisoner all the days of your life. Bob Marley For the Putrid President of Russia, remember Sun Tzu wise words, that is to say, the greatest victory is that which requires no battle. Carl William Brown Get busy with life's purpose, toss aside empty hopes, get active in your own rescue. Marcus Aurelius All media exist to invest our lives with artificial perceptions and arbitrary values. Marshall McLuhan Life is such a great a teacher that when we don't learn a lesson, it will repeat it. Anonymous Fishes live in the sea, as men do on land: the great ones eat up the small one. Pericles A bad system will beat a good person every time. W. Edwards Deming Our life is what our thoughts make it, used to say Marcus Aurelius, but I would add that sometimes it is even worse! Carl William Brown

Chomsky quote You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist. Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche Simplicity is not a mere idea. To be simple demnds a great deal of intelligence and sensitivity. Jiddu Krishnamurti People are not disturbed by things, but by the view they take of them. Epictetus Disturbance comes only from within, from our own perceptions. Marcus Aurelius All higher humor begins with ceasing to take oneself seriously. Herman Hesse The longer I live, the more convinced I am that this planet is being used by other planets as a madhouse of the universe. George Bernard Shaw The task of the modern educator is not to cut down jungles but to irrigate deserts. C.S. Lewis Education without values, as useful as it is, seems rather to make man a more clever devil. C.S. Lewis A wise man can learn more from a foolish question than a fool can learn from a wise answer. Bruce Lee We have freedom of thought, now we need thought. Carl Kraus I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn't. Albert Camus No one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another. Charles Dickens Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large group. Geroge Carlin The opinion of 10,000 men is of no value if none of them knows anything about the subject. Marcus Aurelius Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall. William Shakespeare Never depend on the admiration of others. There is no strength in it. Personal merit cannot be derived from an external source. Epictetus The old world is dying, the new world is slow to appear and in this chiaroscuro the monsters arise. Antonio Gramsci In most men, intelligence is a field which remains uncultivated for most of life. Eugène Delacroix Man is the only creature who refuses to be what he is. Albert Camus Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved. Helen Keller

Karl Marx Wise men speak when they have something to say, fools speak because they have to say something. Aristotle What moves those of genius, what inspires their work is not new ideas, but their obsession with the idea that what has already been said is still not enough. Eugene Delacroix Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved. Helen Keller An honest man is always a child. Socrates Open your mind before your mouth. Aristophanes Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process. William B. Yeats Why should we feel anger at the world? As if the world would notice. Marcus Aurelius Love is the state in which man sees things most decidedly as they are not. Friedrich Nietzsche Only during hard times do people come to understand how difficult it is to be master of their feelings and thoughts. Anton Chekhov Most people do not really want freedom, because freedom involves responsibility, and most people are frightened of responsibility. Sigmund Freud I no longer know if I wish to drown myself in love, wodka or the sea. Franz Kafka The first thing that reading teaches us is how to be alone. Jonathan Franzen There is no greatness where simplicity, goodness and truth are absent. Leo Tolstoy Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways. Sigmund Freud The love for all living creatures is the most noble attribute of man. Charles Darwin Experience is the hardest kind of teacher. It gives you the test first and the lesson afterward. Oscar Wilde The most common form of despair is not being who you are. Soren Kierkegaard Each of us assumes everyone else knows what he is doing. They all assume we know what we are doing. We don’t. Philip K Dick Life's tragedy is that we get old too soon and wise too late. Benjamin Franklin Nothing shows a man's character more than what he laughs at. Goethe

100 magnificent quotes to read He who knows all the answers has not been asked all the questions. Confucius Gentleness is stronger than severity, water is stronger than rock, love is stronger than force. Herman Hesse Better to die fighting for freedom then be a prisoner all the days of your life. Bob Marley Art is the most intense mode of individualism that the world has known. I am inclined to say that it is the only real mode of individualism that the world has known. Oscar Wilde Everyday is like a fashion show and the whole world is the runway. Elegance is when the inside is as beautiful as the outside. Coco Chanel There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness. Friedrich Nietzsche Hating people is like burning down your own house to get rid of a rat. Harry Emerson Fosdick If you wish another to keep your secret, first keep it to yourself. Seneca the Younger When you have faults, do not fear to abandon them. Confucius It takes a minute to have a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone... but it takes a lifetime to forget someone. Kahlil Gibran He who laughs at himself never runs out of things to laugh at. Epictetus L'amore è l'arte che non si impara mai e che si sa sempre. Benito Pérez Galdós The more we value things outside our control, the less control we have. Marcus Aurelius The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others. Vincent Van Gogh The greatest victory is that which requires no battle. Sun Tzu Facts or opinions which are to pass through the hands of so many, to be misconceived by folly in one, and ignorance in another, can hardly have much truth left. Jane Austen Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for. Epicurus People may spend their whole lives climbing the ladder of success only to find, once they reach the top, that the ladder is leaning against the wrong wall. Thomas Merton For we are all divorced from life, we are all cripples, every one of us, more or less. We are so divorced from it that we feel at once a sort of loathing for real life, and so cannot bear to be reminded of it. Fyodor Dostoevsky Don’t miss these other similar posts: 100 best quotes and aphorisms 100 magnificent quotes and aphorisms 100 brilliant quotes and aphorisms 100 famous quotes and aphorisms 100 memorable quotes and aphorisms 100 top great quotes and aphorisms 100 excellent quotes and aphorisms 100 great quotes and aphorisms on Love Great and famous philosophy quotes Quotes by authors Quotes by arguments Thoughts and reflections Read the full article

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[midnight-rot]

Mindless

William eats too much and Vanny is eager to help. 2k words. Stuffing, belly rubs, navel play, degradation, and humiliation.

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William pushed back from his desk, sighing. The sudden bout of noise caught Vanny’s attention, glancing over at him. She could tell something was wrong as William slouched in his chair, hand rubbing his forehead.

“Hey, what’s up?”, she asked, her voice soft, “You look tired. I can go make you some coffee if y-”

“No,” he smirked and shook his head, “God, no. I’m not tired and I definitely don’t need coffee right now…” His voice trailed off and he looked off to the side, his hand now on his chin as he stared at nothing. Vanny frowned and stepped towards him.

“Well, then what is it?”, she now stood in front of his desk, “I wanna help you, Boss.” William turned his gaze to Vanny and saw the concerned look on her face and how her fingers nervously twisted together. She really did care. He thought for a moment, then sighed.

“It’s just that- It’s- I can’t focus right now.”

Vanny could tell he wasn’t saying everything  that he wanted to.

“What can I do? Please, William.” Her soft tone and puppy dog eyes got under his skin. He bit the inside of his lip, trying to figure out what exactly he should say. He did want her help. He wanted it badly. But to admit that, to explain himself, made his stomach twist with anxiety and embarrassment. She waited quietly and patiently and it only made him feel worse.

“I-I want… You can… You can, um…” He felt his face heat up. “I-It’s just that I… I…”

“It’s your stomach, isn’t it?”

William’s eyes snapped back to her, wide with surprised. He opened his mouth and helplessly moved his jaw, not a single word coming out. Vanny’s frown morphed into a soft smile.

“I noticed it when you came back from lunch. I just didn’t feel the need to point it out then since I was sure you already knew. I mean, anyone would be able to tell.” She laughed quietly and William was burning now. He tried to ignore her comment, but his aching , rumbling stomach made that very hard. Vanny began to step around his desk towards him, and he leaned forward a bit, bringing his arms in to cover himself.

“Oh, c’mon, don’t be shy,” Vanny chimed. She moved to stand behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders. Her fingers began to work at the knots and a whimper squeaked out of him. He took a moment to mentally prepare himself. Then he sat back and put his arms on the armrests, fingers gripping at the ends. Vanny could get a proper look at him now. He was absolutely stuffed, his stomach round and bloated.

“Oh, William.” Vanny’s pity made him whimper again, wanting nothing more than to just disappear at that point. Vanny slid her hands down from his shoulders, down his chest, and finally onto his belly. She began to slowly rub it, her hands sliding up and down. He shivered, letting out a heavy sigh.

“How much did you eat?”

He bit his lip and answered, “I don’t… Know…” And his statement was true. He really didn’t know. It was a bad habit of his; Not paying attention to how much he was eating and only realizing he had eaten too much once his body began to protest.

“William.” She said it with that disappointed-mother tone and it made him feel like a kid getting scolded. “I swear, I need to start monitoring you when you eat.” She moved fingers along the front of his vest. She traced the slight gaps between each button, the yellow of his shirt underneath peaking through.

“Keep this up and I’ll have to buy you new clothes.” She laughed softly but William failed to find the humor in her comment. All he could do was stare at her pretty hands with her thin fingers and well manicured nails as they moved over his fat, bloated gut. He felt so disgusting in comparison. Vanny could sense his distress. She leaned down and kissed his head. He didn’t react.

“Oh, c’mon. You know I’m just teasing.” She kissed him again. “I love you, Boss.” She tapped one of the buttons on his vest.”Do you want me to take this off? You’ll be more comfortable.” Stillness. Silence. His stomach grumbles and she can feel it rumble under her hand. William nods. Vanny smiles and hums and begins to unbutton his vest. She starts from the top and works her way down, William exhaling heavily once it was fully open. Vanny now had access to his shirt underneath, which was equally as tight, if not slightly more.

“You want this open too?” Her voice was softer now, lips closer to his ear. William bit his lip and nodded his head once more, fingers digging further into the arms of his chair. Vanny repeated the process, though it took longer as his shirt had more buttons than his vest did. His breathing started to get heavy. The release of pressure felt good. Really good. He sat nearly limp, finally allowing himself to relax. Vanny then reached even further down, under his belly, and began to undo his belt.

“U-Uh, Vanny-”

“Shh… I know you want it.”

William didn’t know how to respond because she was right. She undid his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and he couldn’t help but groan because it felt so good. He let his legs spread further apart, his heavy stomach settling between his thighs. Vanny moved her hand in circles on top of it.

“Much better, right?”

“Yes… Thank you, Vanny…” William’s voice was airy, breathing a little less heavy but still breathing through his mouth. Her hands moved along the sides of his stomach now, sliding up and down. William sighed, head tilting back. Vanny moved a hand to the front of his stomach, where his skin was dusted with pink, and rubbed circles into it. She then squeezed it, eliciting a grunt from William. It was far more firm than its usual doughy consistency.

“Mm, so tight…”, she mumbled. William wasn’t sure if she even meant to say that out loud. It made him shift in his seat. She began to knead his gut, squeezing a little harder than usual to account for the stiffness. It didn’t take long for the burping to start. He felt the gas move through him, and he turned his head away from her, putting his fist to his mouth before burping. And then he burped again. And again. She was effectively pushing it out of him, and although each one help relieve more of the pressure in his stomach, it didn’t make him any less embarrassed. He was turned away from Vanny, but she could still see his ear, and the tip was a nice bright red. She giggled. He wanted to tell her to stop, but then he’d let out a long belch and the release felt too good to pass up. So he kept quiet.

Eventually, Vanny stopped kneading, having worked out as much gas as she could. He definitely felt softer now, but was still very firm, and very full. He felt heavier now that the bloating was gone, his stomach less round and having a more natural hang to it. Vanny reached down, grabbed the bottom of his stomach and lifted it  She felt its heft and gently shook it, watching it jiggle. William whined.

“Now,” Vanny started, letting go of his stomach and letting it fall into his lap with a soft thud. “I know I said I’d monitor and keep you from doing this, but…” She leaned further forwards, bringing her face next to his, gliding her finger around his bellybutton.

“I think it’s so fucking hot when you stuff yourself like this.” She whispered right into his blushing ear and he shivered.

“I mean… You act like you’re so prim and proper…” Her finger slipped into his bellybutton, massaging the knot within. His breath caught in his throat as that tingling feeling shot down into his groin.

“Like you’re so much better than everyone else. But look at yourself. Sitting here with your stomach hanging out because you stuffed yourself so full your clothes didn’t fit anymore. And you did it without even realizing it.”

Her words cut deep because she was right. He did think he was better than everyone else. He did think he was refined and upper-class. And yet here he was, looking like a fucking slob. Her finger pushed in deeper to his bellybutton as she continued to massage it, making him break his silence as he groaned. His breathing deepened even more, his voice bleeding into it.

Her finger slipped out, circling the hole, then plunged back in. She would repeat this cycle, keeping it erratic enough that William couldn’t anticipate the changes. His pants felt tight again, despite being open. Her free hand moved up onto his chest, and she grabbed his tit. She squeezed, making the fat spill out between her fingers. He moaned, trembling. He was so hot and he was beginning to feel light headed.

“Uungh, Vanny…”, he moaned between heavy breaths, a trembling hand reaching up and grabbing her forearm, his grip firm. Vanny nudged his head and he moved in response. She then took the opening and went to his neck. She kissed it a few times before sucking on it. Her hand worked his tit, squishing and squeezing it, moving it around in her palm. His breathing became shaky and uneven. He kept panting and moaning and he began to squirm. His hips slowly rocked back and forth, his cock wet and throbbing. It strained against his underwear, poking out through the open zipper of his pants.

“You’re so spoiled,” Vanny huffed, her breath hot on his skin. “You eat until it hurts and then you get me to rub your tummy like a child.” She squeezed his tit harder and he groaned. “Such a fucking pig.” Her teeth sunk into his neck and her finger dug deep into his belly button. He cried out, voice pitching up, verging on a sob. Vanny  grinned.

Without warning, she began to thrust her finger into his navel, moving her hand as fast as she could. William cried out again, louder this time. And he kept crying out, the feeling becoming overwhelming. He pressed his legs together, sliding them up and down against each other.

“Dirty whore,” Vanny growled. “Bet you’re real fuckin’ horny, huh?” William nodded, the ability to speak far beyond him now. She laughed. She started to move her arm in a circular motion, like how one would whip up cream. It made his stomach move and jiggle, its fullness protesting against the quick, jarring movements.

“Vanny! Oh, fuck! Vanny, please, I can’t-!” William managed to speak between his constant moans. His cock twitched and drooled out precum, soaking through his underwear. He was so light headed. He struggled to stay sitting up, head rolling from side to side. Vanny made him suffer for a while longer before finally stopping. She drew back completely, dropping his gut and his tit, taking a step back from William’s chair.

He panted heavily, struggling to catch his breath. He slumped further down into his chair, leaning back as far as he could. He blubbered some nonsense words, trying to communicate… Something to Vanny. She giggled and looked down at him, cupping his sweaty, flushed face. She gently played with his hair, and his eyes fluttered open to look up at her. He was slowly regaining his composure and he reached out to her. She leaned down and he placed his hand onto her face and slowly brought her into a kiss. It was odd to kiss her, as she was upside down relative to him, but any kiss from Vanny was heavenly.

She pulled back and asked, “Do you want to keep going?” William shook his head.

“No, not now…” He sighed, running his fingers through her hair. “Maybe later but… Not now.” She nodded and went back in and their lips met once more. This one lasted longer, William ever so gently caressing her face. She once again pulled back and William once again sighed, his eyes fluttering shut this time as his hands fell from her face.

“You gonna take a nap now?”

“Maybe.”

#rotten writings #did not reread this sorry if there's anything glaringly wrong

[wildglitch]

Random Stuff for that NightGuard Denki Au I sometimes think about.

Im giving this lore so I can get it out if my systum

-I HC that mha happens about 100 year in the future from it was released. So 2113. If quirks appearred in 1913. Fnaf 1 took place in 1993 so make it a year earlier 1992. Im making it so that Denki was born way before canon, around 1977 give or take, so ge can be 15 when he starts working at Freddys

-since its about 100 years before canon, quirks are still super rare to the point that him having an electricity quirk is either unique or down right unheard of in Utha and it would be something people look for, to the point of ignoreing child labor laws. Landing Denki the job.

-I probably explained it in another post but to rehash it, Denki need money to pay for his aunts summer rent or else hes neing sent back to Japan where he will be grounded for forgeting to save up money. Make sense? Cool lets continue.

-Denki is givin the job for the summer, or the 6 weeks hes going to be there. His personal goal? Getting put onto the day shift. He dose not really feel like ruining his sleep the whole summer, so hes determend to get switched to the day shift and not get fired.

-I cant totally see some weird William worshiping going on in the company. Cause theres no way he could have gotten away wity so much shit and no one in the company knowing. He just has a little cult following working to keep everything under the rug for him. They are also very creepy, thank you for noticing

-Denki decorated tf out if the office

-His schegual gets wrecked so he spends his nights exploring the city on a skatebored and hanging out at empty parking lots

-he meets Michael, the son of one of the founders by chance when he was standing at a 7/11 at 3a.m on a sunday. He was gettung a slurpy in his work uniforme cause he noticed it gets him discounts and Michael notices, they chat for a bit and screw around a bit in a parking lot

-Michaels age is fucked so here my take. 1983, the bit happens, Mike is a crappy teen so lets pit him at 16. Years later, in 1992 hes a 25 year old guy hanging parking lot wity a kid thats around the age his brother should be.

-The Ghosts fuck with Denki hard! Or at least some of them do, its kinda a toss up. You see the ghosts recognise that hes a teenager (kid) and not an adult and that changes a few things. For some, its positive, since they had older siblings and/or trust the big kids enough to protect them, so they leave denki alone. Others, had older siblings. Thats all the explination I need, they attack him purely out of spite.

-Denki figures out pretty quickly that the robots are posseded, and he uses this to his advantage using things he liked as a kid to get on their good side, since technically they are the same age.

-He asked Michael for help, who wants nothing to do with Freedys, but gives in and help out realizing, whole crap this place is actually haunted. This sends him on a rabbit hole of trying to figure out what happend with his dad and sister. Cue Fnaf Sister location happeing on Denkis last week.

-Also, everyone thinks hes somr sort of lunitic for working at Freedys cause of all the rumors but he dose not and can not care. He needa money.

-I see Denki either, surviving multiple summers at Freedy until he gets killed and stuffed into a suit or dying on his 6th week and getting dragged into Mikes and Williams beef as another casualty.

-I can see Mike setting Denkis soul free and Denki just being like "nuh uh" and continues hunting Michale. Maybe trough a small animatronic or a plushie, and Mike feeling guilty decides, "ok fine, you live with me. Now help me plan on how Im gonna kill my dad"

-Denki in his undead prime, somehow ends up surviving till the MHA present day with a few other ghosts Like Michael and maybe one of the animatronuc kids and them with their animatronic knowlege and future tech get themselves pretty realistic looking bodys.

-Denki spends a few years enjoying life and decides that being a hero sounds fun, so he moves to Japan to try it out.

-the ghost kid find old cc tv footage of Denkis time as nightguard and post a compilation video online and it goes viral.

-UA kids and others regognize Denki in the videos and hes left in an awkwerd position of trying to decide to play it of or explain that hes actually a dead 15 year old that died more than 100 years ago

And thats that. Short, simple, not that complicated. I'll probably make anotger post with quick skits for this

#five nights at freddy's #my hero academia #fnaf #mha #fnaf x mha #mha denki #fnaf michael afton #michael afton #denki kaminari #fnaf au

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hiii

Umm sorry if I get anything wrong

What if Charlie was outside in the rain..withered!animatronic!Reader found her and protected her from William and handing her safe and alright to Henry? Maybe they injured William and when reader handed her to Henry,he recognised them

Sorry if it's long! Feel free to ignore this<3

"P-Please let me in! It's so cold..a-and rainy!" Charlie banged her small fists on the window as much as she could. The green bracelet her wrist was gradually losing its glow, but she was trying her hardest not to give up.

She could see bright lights, confetti, music, and warmth from within the diner. All the children and staff were busy with their own stuff, unaware of her pleas entirely. She also noticed the giant present where Security Puppet resided, which now had stacks of smaller ones on top of the closed lid. They kept trying to break free, but the group of boys in masks surrounding it just laughed before running off.

What an awful prank! The Puppet was nothing but kind and caring, ensuring everyone was safe!

Charlie huffed, rubbing away the angry tears in her eyes. Her stomach slightly growled as she turned her gaze to Freddy, who was personally handing the kids attending today's birthday party their own slice of cake.

They must've forgotten it was her birthday. And now she was stuck in the cold and rain, hungry as she watched them eat her birthday cake and use her presents as cruel pranking tools.

Life was so unfair. She was never a brat or complain about anything. What did she do to deserve this?

A few moments later, her hunger waned when she noticed a purple car quietly roll into the alley, stopping directly behind her. Anyone else would’ve thought it was suspicious, but she recognized the car.

“U-Uncle Will..?” She stammered, calming down a little when the man in question stepped out of vehicle, already in uniform. 

At first she was relieved to see him and smiled a bit. 

Her dad’s best friend was here! Now she was safe!

Or...

So she thought.

William said nothing in greeting, not voicing a hint of concern or asking why she was out here all alone on her birthday. He only stared blankly at her quivering, rain-soaked form. He himself didn't seem to care that he was getting drenched too.

Suddenly, she didn’t feel safe.

She knew he could sometimes be a bit...aloof, always busy with work and family. But she’s never seen him act like this.

Was he mad at her? That’s all she could assume as she frowned. “I-I got locked out, Uncle..I’m sorry. It won’t happen again...c-can we please go...?”

Trailing off, her eyes widened as she saw him take something gleaming silver out of his pocket. She had no idea what it was, but now she was straight-up terrified and began hitting the glass window again, jumping up and down. Her tears began falling faster, mixing with the rain.

She had to get help. From somebody..anybody. They surely had to see her now, right?

Before she could scream out, a hand was slapped over her mouth as she was dragged away from the window. And that was the exact moment Security Puppet escaped their container and made eye contact with her, their eyes glowing bright green.

She only sobbed more as William took her further into the dark alley, absolutely scared and clueless as to why he was acting like this and what was gonna happen.

But then..both of them abruptly heard thumping sounds, and he stopped short. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked back out into the rain, hearing the sound growing louder and closer.

Something big was coming right towards them, like it was running.

And by the time he realized what it was-

It was too late.

Suddenly Charlie was ripped from his clutches and he was slammed against the brick wall, held in a chokehold. Only then was he able to finally see who his attacker was:

You, an old prototype animatronic he built, but ended up scrapping since you didn’t make the cut as a springlock suit, Freddy’s bandmate, or a hybrid. He threw you out here in case he needed you for spare parts later. 

Yet somehow you were fully functioning, the rain being no hinderance as you strangled him with one hand while cradling the young girl with your other arm.

With a mechanical growl, you brought his face close to yours. “You can’t..” The damage to your voicebox made your speech choppy, but your message was clear. And that was all you said as you threw him to the ground, giving him a face full of open garbage bags.

The horrendous smell made him gag and in retaliation he brought his knife back out and swung it at you--

Only to leave a tiny rip in your leg. 

You just huffed and kneed him in the face, breaking his nose. He shouted in pain and let out a string of curses, holding his nose as he limped back to his car and slammed the door shut as you tried punching it.

Too bad he sped off before you could leave a serious dent in it, but at least he was gone now.

Charlie, who was still clinging to you tightly, could only tearfully smile and hug you. She sobbed out “thank you” over and over. You held her in both arms as you noticed the backdoor finally open.

There was a young boy in a striped shirt, clutching a Fredbear plush and a garbage bag, staring at you both in fear. You tried telling him to get help from someone, but your glitching voice--coupled with you being shrouded in darkness, being a decrepit animatronic, and having a blood-stained knee--only made him burst into tears as he dropped the bag and ran back inside, hiding under a table.

You huffed a bit in annoyance. “At least we can go inside.”

“Y-Yeah,” Charlie sniffled. “Daddy’s worried..”

..........

“What do you mean she was locked outside?! Are you sure?”

“I saw her at the window..before something took her..” Security Puppet muttered, anxiously looking at the window where they saw their assigned child vanish. They couldn’t face their creator after failing the one thing they were made to do. “It’s my fault, Henry..I need to find her-”

“N-No..you aren’t programmed to handle extreme weather. I’ll go look for-”

The pair stopped their conversation as they saw Evan run up to them, crying so much he was barely able to speak. But before Henry could help him calm down enough to explain what was going on, the Puppet gasped and directed his attention to the two figures who entered.

Not only was it you, but also-

“Charlie!!” Henry ran over, and you stopped as he approached, tears in his eyes. You smiled and gently handed his daughter to him. The Puppet joined you too, relieved to see her safe and sound as they patted her wet hair comfortingly.

“Thank you so much...[y/n], was it?” Henry took a moment to look at you, surprised. “I-I had no idea you made it beyond the blueprints. Did William make you without me knowing?”

At the mention of the name, you frowned and glared outside where that purple car previously was. Just thinking of his name made your circuits flow with rage, but you decided not to say anything about what happened outside.

From there on, Henry decided to bring you back into the diner as security assistance, just in case the Puppet got into anymore trouble with kids and couldn’t immediately fulfill their duty.

You liked that idea.

Maybe it’ll make William think twice before he does something stupid like that again.

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