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angelyuji · 6 months

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lost keys

william afton x afab!reader warnings: noncon sex, kidnapping, creepy boss, gross power dynamics, william afton is a murderer, ooc-willy, henry lost charlie, william lost evan, this story follows my own personal canon abt fnaf :) violence, williams a sick sick freak and i want him bad sawry, she/her pronouns for reader

MINORS DNI! 18+ ONLY!

william afton sucked. he was an asshole and a creep, but he was also your boss.

“god he’s so awful.” your coworker whispers as you both wipe down tables. the pizzeria was closing and you both watch as he stalks around, watching everyone. “i miss henry. i hate when ass-ton’s around.” she sighs and you agree. henry emily had taken the last couple weeks off, and rumors spread around that there was a death in the family. you stay silent, eager to finish your work and leave. both of you wince as you hear william shout out orders to one of your coworkers. william comes near you both to inspect your work. he places a hand on your lower back, leaning in to check. you feel a chill go down your back at his touch. you resist the urge to creep away, but as he rubs his thumb against your back, you immediately jump away.

“finish up quick.” he gives you a stare and walks away to the others. your coworker grabs your arm.

“ew, what the hell was that?” she looks at you panicked.

“god, i hate when he does shit like that.” you whisper to her. she whips her head to look at you.

“he’s done that before?” she whispers.

“yeah, like i forgot my hat once and he called me into his office and put the hat on me and like… called me his good girl.” you shudder as you recount the situation. you friend stares at you, jaw dropped.

“what the actual-” she raises her voice, but you cut her off.

“shit, let’s finish up and get out of here.” you panic as he looks back at you both at her voice. everyone finishes their work and chat as they head out. you stand at the front, fishing through your pockets for your car keys.

“what’s wrong?” your friend stops to look at you. you sigh, exhausted.

“i forgot my keys, man…” she laughs at you, before patting you on the shoulder. you turn to head back inside.

“you want me to wait for you?” she calls out as you open the door.

“nah, you can go. i’ll see you tomorrow!”

“you sure? i know ass-ton’s still here. i don’t want to leave you alone with that creep.” her eyebrows furrow as she remembers what happened earlier.

“don’t worry, i’ll be okay. he won’t even hear me come in.” you wave her off. she, hesitantly, waves goodbye and you head back inside. the pizzeria was creepier that usual as you stand alone in the front. you turn to wave to the animatronics, but they weren’t on stage. “he must be doing some repairs…” you mumble to yourself before calling out, “mr. afton? i just wanted to ask if you’ve seen my keys?” silence follows and you sigh, thankful. you head to the employee room to see if you left them there. you walk down the silent hall, your footsteps echoing. you feel the hair on the back of your neck raise as you walk down the dark hallway. you pass ass-ton’s office and you see the light on. you quietly pass by his office, not wanting to get interrogated by him. you turn the knob to the employee room and quietly go in, the door squeaks and you wince. you spot your keys on a table and grab them. you feel relief flood your veins, happy to go home.

“(y/n).” you jump, startled at the voice. william stood at the door, an edge to his tone.

“mr. afton! ha, i don’t know if you heard me, but i- uh- i forgot my keys.” you lightly slap your forehead, nervously laughing. he doesn’t move from the entrance. you don’t move either, feeling something wrong.

“if i had known that all it took were some keys to get you alone…” your boss chuckles darkly. he starts to walk closer to you and you back up, panic setting in. you notice something in his hand, glinting in the darkness.

“oh god…” you see the knife and put the pieces together. you realize that as he walked to you, he stopped blocking the door and you make a break for it. you try to sprint around him, but his hand lashes out and wraps around a chunk of your hair. you scream and he pulls you to the ground, your head throbs. he’s on top of your legs, holding you down. william cackles as you scream, he tries to bring the knife down into your stomach, but you hit him as hard as you can wherever you could reach. shocked, william stumbles off and you run down the hallway.

“THERE’S NO WHERE TO RUN, (Y/N)!” he screams after you. you hear his thundering footsteps follow and you run into the first open room, slamming the door shut. he bangs on the door for a couple seconds before stalking away. you breathe out a sigh in relief. you turn and hold back a scream as chica and bonnie stares back at you. the smell hits you suddenly, the stench of iron. you notice the blood dripping to the floor from the cracks in the robots.

“oh… oh god…” you cover your mouth with your hands, feeling tears drip down. you inch closer to the blood, but before you could inspect the scene, something smashs against the door. the doorknob falls off and you stare, unable to move. you watch as the door slowly creaks open. your boss stands in front, staring at you. he’s gripping a knife in one hand and you notice a hammer dropping to the floor with a thud. you try to move, but knowing you could step in blood stops you. swallowing, you choke out, “blood.”

william smiles, warmly, “a means to an end… though, i did enjoy hearing them scream.” you choke out a sob, paralyzed as he steps closer to you. he stands, looking down at you, inspecting your face. he takes a hand to brush strands of hair behind your ear. his hand was cold as it grazed your face. you flinch, feeling the tip of the knife poke your stomach, and his smile widens. “so pretty…” he whispers as he leans in, close to your ear. his hand grips the back of your neck and he pulls you close to lay his head in the crook of your neck. you stand stiffly against him. “i’ve had my eyes on you for so long. cute little face, so… innocent.” you can feel his breath on your skin and your skin crawls.

you hiccup and you feel him chuckle, “what- what do you want from me?”

“what do i want from you?” he pulls away, “(y/n), i want relief.” he brushes his hair back and puts a hand on your waist, affectionately. you don’t respond, looking for a way out, and he continues, “i’ve lost so much… i need something for myself for once. these kids…” he gestures to the suits, bleeding out onto the floor. you feel your stomach drop.

“k-kids?” you feel like throwing up as you see a tiny tuft of golden hair peeking out from chica’s suit. “you- you killed these kids?” you back up, but step into blood. “oh my god…” you feel yourself gag as you feel the squish of your shoes. he comes closer to you and you’re forced to back up into the desk. william grabs your arm, tightly squeezing. you look back at him.

“at first, it was just supposed to be one… a test. but, it was just so… fun!” you see a manic grin crawl up his face. his pupils were blown wide, “hearing their screams, how easy it was to make them shut up, how satisfying it was shoving them into the suits. that was a last-minute idea by the way.” horrified, you try to move, but his hand tightens. “i mean, when i killed henry’s brat, i had just left her out there in the rain. i didn’t think to hide her somewhere, which was my mistake.” he shrugs, “but these two?” he gestures to bonnie and chica, “i planned better.” william laughs. you break down. you were going to die, just like these poor kids, alone and afraid.

“are you going to kill me too?” you whimper out as you sob. william had taken a breath, so he could continue his speech, when he heard you.

he coos as he cups your face, “oh no, sweetheart. no, no. i couldn’t kill you. i mean, if you had just not ran earlier, we’d be at home, but… plans change.” his hands drift down to your waist before it travels under your shirt. you panic, realizing what was happening.

“no no no, please, i’d rather die.” you try to shove his hand away, sobbing harder. william rolls his eyes and waves the knife in your face.

“would you really rather die? cause i can make that happen for you and ill keep your corpse warm to fuck.” he shrugs.

your eyes widen, “you’re insane.” you sob and he puts the blade to your neck.

“if you really want to die, than go for it.” he presses the blade into your neck and you hold your breath. a moment of silence passes between the two of you as he waits for you to kill yourself, before he tilts his head, lowering the knife, “that’s what i thought.” his hand moves from under your shirt to your head and yanks your hair. you yelp, and william turns you to face his desk before shoves you down to lay flat on the table. you wheeze as you hit the table and william trails the knife down your leg. you lay, afraid to move, as william tugs your pants down to your ankles. his knife traces your skin, before cutting into your underwear, and you feel him press himself against your ass. “so beautiful… i knew you’d be perfect for me.” you can hear the smile in his voice and you feel a chill of disgust go down your body. you hear him unbuckle his belt.

“please, mr. afton, i’m begging you. i won’t tell anyone, you can just let me go.” you sob as you feel his fingers slide over your slit. he hums, disappointedly, seeing how dry you are. he tosses the knife to the side and you hear it skid across the floor, before hitting an animatronic.

he ignores you, “i wanted to make this feel good for you, wanted to feel you clench around my cock, but i’m not gonna waste anymore time.” he pulls you back using your hair and taps a finger on your lips, “open.”

“fuck y-” he shoved two fingers into your mouth before you could finish. you gag as he pulls you back against his chest, shoving his fingers deeper. you choke around his fingers and he moans. he pulls out his fingers and see them slick with your saliva. you take advantage of the new position to try and elbow william but without missing a beat, he grabs your arm and twists it against your back. he pushes you back down. you scream, pain throbbing from your shoulder to your arm. he keeps his hand pressed against you, keeping your arm held back, as he drags his fingers down your slit. his rough fingers sent tingles down your spine and you grit your teeth to hold back any sounds. you feel his fingers push into you and you choke out a moan.

“all that running and screaming just for you to be clenching around my fingers.” william pulls his fingers out and you whimper.

“you’re psychotic.” you grit out, arching your back.

he laughs, “i know.” you hear his pants hit the ground and you press your cheek against the desk, sobbing. you feel the tip of his cock rub down your slit before he pushes in. you moan, unable to hold back, and william moans with you. “you feel so good, sweetheart.” you feel a warmth spreading throughout your body as he thrusts into you, pausing for a second. his other hand rests on your hip, squeezing.

“fuck.” you choke out as he fills you, his pelvis pressing against your ass. you feel him lean forward and pull your shirt back to expose your shoulder. his lips press against your shoulder, lovingly. without thinking, you lean back into the soft kiss and hear a soft hum in your ear, before teeth pierce your skin. you scream as william bites down into your shoulder, he lets go and pulls out till the tip of his cock is still in. his hand leaves your hip to rub his thumb on the mark he left.

“you’re so good to me, (y/n)… i should’ve done this the moment i saw you.” his hand goes back to your hip and he lets go of your arm, before snapping his hips back against you. you moan, unable to hold back as he pounds into your sweet spot. you feel your toes curl as the pain of the bite and the pleasure he’s giving you starts swirling. you grip the desk as it shakes, he fucks you with no care for your pleasure, but you feel something building up inside of you. “my good, good girl…” william moans as he feels you squeezing his cock.

“feel… feel so good…” you moan as you feel the pleasure numbing your head. you feel a wave of pleasure rush through your body and you let out a silent scream, vision blacking out. william feels you gush around his cock and he pushes in once more to the hilt, before filling you full. you lay there, exhausted, feeling his cum drip out onto your thighs. you shiver as william takes a finger to scoop it and push it back into you.

“cute.” you feel a jacket cover you up and you let yourself drift off. you feel him left you into his arms and murmur into your ear, “i’ll wake you when we get home, sweet girl.”

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littledreamling · 1 year

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Stop Asking Neil Gaiman About Fanfiction Challenge 2022

#some of yall just can’t fathom an author who has no wish (nor the ability) to interact with fanfiction of his own works #he’s said multiple times that he’s not allowed to read it nor does he want to #it’s literally none of his business #he supports you writing fics but he literally cannot do anything beyond that #he can’t read it; he can’t interact with it; he can’t reblog it; he can’t do ANYTHING #stop asking #stop askingg #stop askinggg #dear god y’all #i love the fandoms that Neil’s works have created but sometimes y’all drive me CRAZY #Neil Gaiman #please know this isn’t out of hatred or disrespect to anyone in fandom #but it’s disrespectful to Neil to constantly ask him about stuff he’s stated multiple times that he’s not allowed to see #just stick to your own little bubble in the fandom and go hog wild with your fics #and be glad he doesn’t read your stuff #him staying separated from that side of the fandom is as good for you as it is for him #it’s in everyone’s best interest if he keeps that layer of separation #enjoy fics! enjoy writing fics! enjoy reading and sharing fics! but leave Neil out of it #please for the love of god

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lunarharp · 4 months

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figured i'd do this again..bit early i guess..

#to cheer me up.. i feel bad atm.. these things don't even make me feel very good tho bc i'm such a narrative/sketch-based artist..#but Proper Beautiful Finished Pieces are what grab attention and look good at the end of the year all neatly lined up lol.....#so looking at a “yearly review” where i can only choose 'the best image of the month' (??) is like...What have i even been doing...#i did a month by month look back on twt for myself instead..but even that doesn't express the quantity of comic-based stuff..#that i do put a lot of time/heart into..but alas i feel bad bringing even them back..RTing/reblogging my own art simply feels bad lol..#AND WHY IS IT ALL B&W...trying to accept that i LIKE doing that and sketching and scribbling..not like i'm trying to like..Get Artist Job..#this year was so profoundly lonely at times bc i spent all my time drawing instead of socialising and trying to find friends....#please please please have achieved more of your dreams in the future so you can look back at 2023 and think..#It was good that happened so that it got me further to the future. Or whatever i guess.....................#regardless i did have a great amount of fun drawing and improving this year and dwelling deeply & heavily on witch hat atelier.#art-wise and emotionally....march july & september were the best months i think..AUGUST WAS SO WEIRD SUMMER IS SO EVIL ALWAYS.#thank you very much if you are reading this for enjoying & leaving nice tags & such like <3 i've realised how fulfilling that is to receive #really keeps me posting stuff here instead of keeping it all to myself in my head #i wish everyone in this world could have a safe and happy end of year. i wish living in this world were easier

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erabu-san · 10 months

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Hmm I apologize again for the rant !

It is not the first time I am doing it. I might forgot to put "please don't tag it as ship" under my drawing of tighnari cyno. Please, do not !

I love them as best friend, I love them as brother/found family, I don't mind the queerplatonic relationship at all

But their romantic side make me pretty uncomfortable. No hate ! It is my own taste.

Shippers are always welcomed and I am so glad you like my content 💕 but all my art concerning them (unless I tag the ship) are purely platonic. I just ask for some respect of my taste and not reblog my art with the ship tag.

I don't want to block, because I am genuinely glad you enjoy my work and as a young artist, it means a lot for me. Thank you so much 🙇 !! But as a human, I can't deny how uneasy it makes me feel.

Thank you for understanding !

#rant #I blame nobody #i am clearly not used to block ): I should tho but I know those who tag ship are not mean at all </3 #it is fine if you don't know.#but i saw people reblogging my art with shiptag even if i said “do not”#my art is like my only safe place please respect it #this ship is so popular and I clearly stop to interact with the fandom because of that #i clearly ignore when I saw one in my timeline /dashboard becausz I can't do nothinf against it except masking the account #but I beg you. not. under. my. post.#not in my DM #why i feel obligated to justify myself 😭#but yeah !!! the ship is valid and full of greenflag !! wholesome !!#but I only enjoy them platonically !!! please respect 😭😭😭 I SWEAR I AM DESESPERATE WHY IT IS SO HARD FOR SOME TO RESPECT THAT OMG #gosh on twitter someone said me “ignore ??? what did you expect ??? it is the most popular ship”#I AM TRYING I AM LITERALLY NOT SEARCHING FOR FANART 😀#feeding myself with my own food #that's why I am so grateful for people who support me. thank you. 😭#and how could I ignore a comment under my post ??? interaction are so important for me I read everything #ANYWAY SORRY FOR RANTING !!! IT IS CLEARLY A /NOTMEAN POST !!!#next time I won't forgrt “do not tag it as ship”#but urgh if I do this I have to do in every post ???? 🤨#and what if I draw tighnari cyno kaveh but I don't mind ship with kaveh ??? 🤨🤨🤨 (plz still don't)#tHERE IS PLENTY OF CYN0N4RI ACCOUNT IF YOU WISH TO SEE MORE CONTENT OF THEM !! Please support them <<3 mine are platonic !#but clearly. imagine you are obsessive about two characters <<3 #but their popular ship is the one who make you the most uncomfy 😀#so you decided to just stop looking at fanart and not bothering anyone 👍👍#but it came under your post and your DM 😟#AAA SORRY I AM SALTY I SWEAR I AM NOT USED TO FEEL LIKE THIS ):<#anyway plz take care ilove you mwah 🥺🥺🥺🥺💕💕

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humanmorph · 10 months

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the movie night scene may be a season highlight so far. cori 🥺💗

#palisade spoilers #palisade #coriolis sunset #friends at the table #i dont have a grasp on what casual cori wears this is pyjama wear. which i think is fine for recovering. or a movie night #art #fatt #rosa art #PLEASE zoom in on the first picture and look at my stupid details that took me hours. do this for me #its 3:30am lol.lmao even #ill reblog this again tomorrow but if i stay up late to finish a drawing i cant NOT post it. it would kill me #the devotion isnt finished on purpose btw she was doodling while hunting was talking to her about his anime ova and then got distracted.#the scribbled out bit at the to-do says call dad. god dont i love putting in details i then feel i have to point out #enjoy them wont you... i do #Edit: Hold on “also I choose to believe she decided to spell devotee with an I like cori” courtesy of jack clementineskesh #That's actually so cute. Ahu. W. Cori 🥺

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xhanisai · 10 months

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hey lads if you’re not gonna comment on a fic you enjoyed, at least leave a kudos man

#delete later #on like half of the stories i've written on ao3 or more #i don't even get 10% of the viewers leaving kudos on my work and that's just kinda tiring man #we've come so far from the fanfiction.net days where writers solely thrived on comments and private messages to KNOW if their work is well #received by the online people #now you can just press a BUTTON to know that you enjoyed a story and it only takes like half a second!#there are so many people online who are constantly BEGGING everyone to PLEASE comment or review or let them know somehow that you've enjoyed #their work because we get so little feedback often and it is demotivating af #but if you're not gonna comment AT least leave a kudos rather than staying silent and consuming the stories like it's nothing #one thing i loved in the beginning of the ml fandom was how interactive everyone was with fanfics and how it had such a positive status #people were happily reblogging and leaving kudos and commenting LOADS back then #now???? it's literally SILENCE #back when my writing was worse prepandemic i easily got hundreds of kudos in a few days #but now i'm struggling to reach even 200 kudos in three months on my newer oneshots #engagement rate is soooooo bad now and it's demotivating af #i think this is why i prefer to write and send drabbles on discord because people there do respond and react to my works and it gives me the #push to keep going

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froganni · 28 days

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Maybe a little overly serious approach to the situation, but y'all have GOT to be more respectful towards the creators you watch and consume content for. fWhip's message about getting a lot of hate is honestly abysmal.

Like, don't get me wrong, I love lore-related series! I think they're a lot of fun and I love watching them.But give non-lore series a chance! They're also a lot of fun!

These creators are all responsible adults who are very capable of creating boundaries for themselves and deciding amongst themselves what rules they want to follow when joining a project.

Obviously, there are many viewers and community members who this isn't directed at. :D

Please don't send hate to anyone, it's not helpful. If you don't like something, don't engage with it. Just leave it at that. Show respect to the community you're apart of, and to the creators that head it.

(It's fine to be annoyed with something and talk about it, but don't force a creator to see that negativity. It's not benefiting anyone.) The more hate a creator gets, the less they engage with and organize fun things for the community. Please remember to be kind.

#I might delete this later and probably won't add relevant tags #because I have the sneaking suspicion that the people who would see this post are probably those who are already aware of this #sorry to get serious on a silly fanart account lmao #It just drives me nuts when people are mean to creators. like. that's a human person #and for the crime of- *checks notes* doing something they enjoy and having fun in a way that isn't how viewers want it to go #please take a step back and revaluate if you ever feel the urge to yell at people and send them death threats #if you follow me and actively send dts please do me the favor and learn some respect and unfollow me #I don't need that negativity in my life #will def delete if I get backlash from this lmao but my opinion will never change even so #feel free to reblog tho if you read this far #I'm just a little bish and scared to add tags lmao

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emdotcom · 3 months

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I love seeing dope art for fandom I'm not in. It's like I'm a guest star or bg actor showing up to a show's set to find they have 20 different layers to multiple inside jokes, & while i don't fully get it, I can enjoy & be happy anyways bc all the people arpund me are happy.

#gale chatter #don't think i explained that enough but hopefully you get what i mean.#also this is a humble request to please reblog any & all arts you enjoy even if they are from things you don't know kuch abt #bc thr artists do see that note & it does matter to them #ideally we would all leave a nice comment or tag but I don't do that so I won't preach to a standard i don't hold myself to

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thestalwartheart · 11 months

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lead.

A 00Q double-drabble for @prismatic-bell who gave me the prompt "lead."

[AO3]

Bond’s hand slides around the sharp jut of Q’s hip. The warmth of it bleeds through Q’s shirt.

Lovely. And yet.

“Have you ever danced with a man, Bond?”

“What do you think, Q?”

His voice is a seductive rumble, familiar to Q from a hundred nights of listening to Bond play the honeypot in rooms just like this: red, low-lit bars with resident jazz bands and decor that would befit a nineteenth-century boudoir.

Q smiles. He pins Bond with an assessing look.

“I don’t think so. I think you’ve flirted with men. Kissed them.” He leans in until his mouth is at Bond’s cheek. “I think you’ve even fucked a few. But I don’t think you’ve ever danced with one.”

With steady, cool fingers, Q repositions Bond’s hand on his shoulder, then slides his own hand around the satisfying bulk of Bond’s torso.

“You see, some of us like to lead occasionally.”

Bond huffs. His eyes crinkle with a smile. “Well, I’m game for switching things up if you are.”

He’s had four strong drinks, but Q feels more clearheaded than ever. His hand flexes over Bond’s waist.

“Very game.”

Q steps forward. Bond moves back in perfect time.

#00q #00q fic #my fic #james bond #please do leave a reply or a reblog tag or a comment on ao3 if you enjoyed!

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boundinparchment · 2 years

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Dream a Little Dream of Me - II

Celestia has a cruel sense of humor. He's always known this, ever since his days as a student. But a soulmate? Really? Dottore/Female Reader Soulmate AU. Expect lore speculation, interpretations, etc. Available on AO3 as well. Reblogs and comments are appreciated and encouraged.

He couldn’t have a soulmate. He couldn’t.

Bad enough he received a Vision at all. But to have his fate intertwined with another?

Celestia had the worst sense of timing and humor. The hubris of the floating island and its Archons knew no bounds, it seemed; he did nothing but openly denounce the gods, worked against them, and yet…

The years had only sharpened the hatred he held for such absurdity, such nonsense. He didn’t have time for it when he first realized what was happening, let alone now, when he was laying the groundwork for an alliance with the Akademiya and the Fatui. Dreams like the one often sunk their claws so deep in mind that he spent the better part of the day grounding himself.

How could he remember so many of those moments with you so vividly, despite how fragmented his memory was? Not that the dreams with you were the only things he wished he could forget and never did; there were plenty of memories he could do without that lingered and clawed their way into his mind far too often.

But tonight…tonight was, at least, partially successful.

As much as he loathed the concept of fate keeping him in its choke-hold, of destiny taking a red string and tangling both of you in it…at least this past dream proved useful.

For months, for years, he tried to track you down. The lack of a definitive appearance never helped, of course, and neither did only knowing your first name. Some nights held fewer details than others. This past dream, in which he allowed himself to analyze and consider you properly if only to sate his curiosity, revealed not only your profession, but your nation and defining characteristics. Your hair color, your eyes, the way your mouth pursed into a defensive pout when you pulled your hands away, offended at being so easy to read…

Dottore rolled his shoulders and activated his Akasha terminal, the room around him fading as his consciousness fell into the shared space by all who attached themselves to the device. There was only a limited window of time before the data was compressed and stored; still accessible but harder to delve into, memories shoved into a file system he hated navigating when he had to.

Crowds of people surrounded him, aimlessly wandering down their own paths, oblivious to one another. No. No. Not that one. Dottore frowned and began wandering in the opposite direction, setting his terminal to search for specific characteristics, recent arrivals, sifting through those who had been in Sumeru City all of their lives. The shades faded easily, like steam wafting from hot water, and he was left with fewer, closer results.

Such as the one before him now. An absolutely perfect mimicry of you, from your height to your eyes to your posture.

“Records,” he commanded.

His vision filled with a recent travel visa from Fontaine, bearing your name, and a single voice file from the Akasha registration. Your voice filled his head and Dottore felt something tug in his chest as anticipation flooded him.

You.

You, you, you.

The cause of his misery and pain and insomnia. The hindrance to all of his research. The second reminder that he would never be free of Celestia. No matter how much he tried to wear the yoke of rationality. No matter how many times he blasphemed the gods and grew closer to the monster everyone said he was. He would never be free.

Dottore waved a hand and the visage of you (he shoved away the thought that dared to consider it lovely) disappeared, as did the subspace of the terminal. He was once again in his lab, surrounded by familiar equipment and books and papers; his Omega build was close by in stand-by mode, ready to be utilized as needed.

So, you were in Sumeru. How fascinating.

That made his work easier, then. Much, much easier.

Now, all that needed to be determined was what, exactly, to do with you.

#il dottore/reader #dottore #genshin impact fanfiction #il dottore #il dottore x reader #dottore x reader #dottore/reader #genshin reader insert #please do not expect rapid updates this is just to set the tone of the story!#if you enjoyed please just reblog it

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flame-shadow · 8 months

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new followers, if you look like this with default icon and no blog title, you have a day before i report you as a bot and block you.

if that thing about tumblr making new people follow blogs before they can customize their blog is true, this is your grace period.

#yeah yeah i could reblog a post that's already going around warning about this but i just slapped this on to do it myself #this is to my followers specifically basically. please change stuff if you want to be safe #i want you to enjoy tumblr but i do not tolerate bot followers #id in alt

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philosopherking1887 · 18 days

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Rating: M

Ships: Oswald Cobblepot/Edward Nygma (endgame); Oswald Cobblepot/Jim Gordon (temporary but substantial)

Fic summary: Jim and Oswald agree that the relationship between Edward Nygma and Lee Thompkins is a disaster waiting to happen, so they come up with a desperate plan: plant evidence that they're having a secret affair with each other to spark jealousy in Ed and Lee and draw them away from each other. Their plan is both complicated and helped along by simultaneous crises involving the brothers Valeska…

Chapter summary: Lee is finally driving Jim back to the GCPD after Ed rescued him from the soldiers who were taking him out of the city, following the Army's takeover of Gotham and Jim's arrest for insubordination. Jim takes the opportunity to follow through on his resolution to tell Lee the truth about what he was doing with Oswald, and they discuss what all of it means for the two of them.

Look, it's my first normal length (under 5k) chapter since Chapter 8! That's because I didn't give them very much time to talk…

#my fanfiction #please do reblog if you've been enjoying!#or if you have followers who might be interested #nygmobblepot fic #nygmobblepot #gobblepot fic #gobblepot #oswald cobblepot x edward nygma #oswald cobblepot x jim gordon #gotham fanfiction #fake relationship

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Things I liked about My Personal Weatherman (2023):

The much-remarked-upon idea that you can create a Pavlovian response in your partner to find sunny weather erotic if you date a meteorologist who only wants to have sex when it's going to be nice out

The reason for that accidental Pavlovian response being that they didn't have a dryer or extra sheets so the meteorologist wants to be considerate of their bedsheets drying on the clothesline

The absolutely unhinged behaviour of being friends with someone for ages and talking about your fave local celebrity crush with them every day, and never once telling that friend that the celebrity crush is your boyfriend

Two people being so incapable of voicing how they're feeling that despite being in a long-term, committed relationship, sleeping together, going on dates and arguably being engaged, they're still confused about if the other person likes them

The idea that despite all of those communication issues, you can maintain a relationship mostly by merit of being really open to constructive criticism, non-verbal gestures and having an obedience kink

A lot of the non-verbal gestures themselves (holding hands, the buying of extra sheets, smiling more, the feeding each other and caretaking when one person isn't well, the moment where Yoh wants to make a charm to make the rain go away)

The concept of falling in love with someone because you think their cooking is terrible and you find it very endearing and you will never tell them how bad it is

Things I didn't like about My Personal Weatherman (2023):

While it is good that Yoh doesn't actually do everything he is told, having the type of relationship they do (ongoing dynamic of obedience and control) and not talking what your boundaries and needs are is a hard pill to swallow, and can lead to concerns around consent

The repeated themes of jealousy and control without actually interrogating what it means for the characters (i.e. just moving past using a tracking device on your partner, lingering questions about financial and emotional dependence)

Mizuki, like many a protagonist, seems to have no friends in his life beyond his partner, and has a hard time accepting his partner spending time with friends. Get some friends, Mizuki!

Absolutely tired of shows framing interest in someone of the same gender as an exception to the rule rather than a part of a person's orientation

They don't get that much better at communicating as the shows goes on! There's hints of it (establishing desires and needs like being greeted at home, acknowledging the enjoyment of the obedience, asking what traits the other finds most appealing) but by the end, they still have not found a way to be more direct with one another. It leaves the plot feeling a bit listless

#my personal weatherman #taikan yoho #if ur gonna watch it on the basis of this post. please know. it is heavily based on the obedience thing #i would say i enjoyed it overall. but that is in the framework of my choosing to see it in the kindest light possible #a 'babe do you have a crush on me?'/'we're married' situation. but both ways. being insane about who you love and what you like #i could easily see someone else watching it and finding it upsetting #i was going to make the 'what i didn't like' a separate reblog but then i thought. no. u should get the whole picture #ayesha says things #japanese television #television #long post #suggestive #i kept going back and forth about a read more but i added it back in

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