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Fnaf is back and so are my fantasies of Michael Afton

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indigenous folks pls interact

i just wanna follow more of us lmaooo reblog and add ur nation/ethnicity and i'll read about where yall are from !

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I genuinely think Michael wouldn't get into a relationship. His entire journey is him trying to take down his father. A murder/mad scientist who has kidnapped children and did experiments on them as well as his own children. Getting into a relationship would just mean getting more people hurt and losing more people he cared about. I mean, look at what happened to his brother. If he does fall for someone, somehow he'll push them away. He'll even reject you out right if you say you also have feelings for him. He just doesn't want people involved in his mess.

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SUMMARY: An unfamiliar barista lends you a hand.

CHARACTER: Mito Yuuta

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: this is very meet cute esque!! and like i talked about the original post i made about yuuta i made mc more of an azul type if that makes sense?? like theyre very hesitant to accept help and yuuta is very kind and GAHHH I CANT WAIT TO SEE THE WAY HE INTERACTS WITH OCTAVINELLE THE CONTRAST IS GOING TO BE EVERYTHINGG

ive been working on this since i figured out he existed which was like twelve hours ago LMAO so this. is barely edited but its SOMETHING.

There’s a new barista working at Sam’s today.

You find yourself giving him the side eye more times than you can count, baffled that someone as bright and cheery as him could have found a place in this school. Of course, people like Deuce and Jack come to mind when you find yourself contemplating the goodness of your school, but this new kid, Mito Yuuta, is an enigma.

He supposedly came from a different world, crashed your orientation, and now works at Sam’s new cafe joint to support him and his little monster cat companion, Grim. And while he’s never personally taken any of your orders, you find yourself wondering if he knows what you like. Does such an extraordinary student even have the time to memorize orders? Or is he just barely making it through his job?

Pressing your hand over your mouth to stifle a yawn. you finally make your way up to the cash register and rattle off a sleepy good evening.

“Good evening!” he smiles, eyes bright and voice light. It reminds you of the fluffy croissants in the display case right next to you, “What can I get for you?”

You recite your usual, watching as he eagerly writes it down. Your eyes flicker between his messy handwriting and his face, scrunched up in concentration. He sticks his tongue out a little as he writes. Cute.

“Thank you.” you offer him a polite smile as you hand him the adequate amount of thaumarks.

You slip away from the counter as he prepares your drink, humming a tune as he works. It doesn’t seem to be from any song in particular, but rather a tune made up of various different genres and songs. You wonder what kind of music he has back home, and if he misses any of it. It must be hard for him, to live in such an unfamiliar world without any of his friends or family. It’s hard on first years like you, even without being transported to a different world (you distinctly remember crying when your hometown sent you away with a small celebration) but he seemed to be handling it just fine.

Bitterness strikes your heart when you remember that Crowley is likely the one taking care of him, being the Headmage and all. You look down at your dorm armband and feel your lips twist into a scowl when you think about the lack of a band on his arm. Does he feel isolated at all? It isn’t like the students at NRC to do favors, and you can only imagine how rough it’s been to connect with his fellow students.

He calls your name in a sing-songy tone, snapping you out of your thoughts. You step up to the counter again, taking your drink from him with a tired smile. Your other hand freezes as it brushes against the bag he’s carrying, its contents warm.

“I didn’t order any food.” you say quietly, furrowing your brow at him.

As if on cue, your stomach howls with hunger. Yuuta smiles at you and pushes the bag into your hands.

“But you need some. You’re up late studying, right?” he says softly, insistently, “It’s...important to get the starting principles of Professor Trein’s class before he takes off without you.”

Oh.

He’s perceptive. Slowly, you take the bag from his hand, eyeing him suspiciously. He doesn’t seem shaken by your stare, he only coaxes you to take it with a small nod.

“I’m paying for this too.” you say slowly, setting the bag on the counter and reaching for your wallet.

“No! Don’t. I won’t accept it.” he shakes his head adamantly, “You need to make sure you’re taking care of your body if you want to focus on your work!”

“I can’t owe you something though. Just let me pay for it.” you insist, grabbing a few thaumarks and shoving them across the counter.

He takes one look at the mound of money and gently pushes it back toward you. You narrow your eyes at him and push it back. He slides it back to you in turn. Your lips twist into a scowl.

Why won’t he just give up already?

“Please just take it. I promise I’m not trying to get you to owe me anything.” he pleads, placing a gentle hand on top of yours as you try to push the money toward him again.

“...Fine.” you relent, and the smile on his face almost makes your sour defeat worth it.

“Thank you so much!” he pats your hand, the warmth of his palm leaving all too soon, “Please enjoy it, I made it myself!! So don’t worry about me getting in trouble for handing out free food from Sam’s inventory.”

Is that what he thought you were worried about? You furrow your brow as you pick up your thaumarks, stuffing them back into your wallet. His humming fills the silence again, and when you rush to grab your stuff and leave, you can see him swinging his hips as he scrubs down the counter. You stop and watch for a few moments, trying to piece him together like a puzzle.

Does he draw the strength to continue every day through kindness? It doesn’t seem like he means bad by anything he does. He certainly didn’t try to swindle you into any debt. In fact, he did the exact opposite.

“Do you want me to walk you back to your dorm?” Yuuta asks, staring straight at you.

“Oh—! No, I’m okay. I just zoned out.” you mumble, hiding your face behind your drink as you take a sip.

“I totally can though! I was just about to close up anyways.” he laughs, turning on his heel and wiping down the front counter.

You eye the door and gnaw at your bottom lip when you see that the store doesn’t close for another ten minutes. Despite knowing the time that's left in his work day, you say nothing.

You’ll owe him again.

And yet, as he turns off the store lights, locks the door behind you two, and leads you into the crisp chill of the night, you find that you don’t mind as much as you should.

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THIS !!!!^^^^

Why is there so many of these. Let us be happy.😭😭😭

Too many fics about Michael getting his heart broken because his SO/crush slept with his dad. I want a fic where he invites his SO/crush to his house, leaves them alone for a minute, runs back over when he hears a commotion, and sees them getting in a fist fight with his dad.

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Michael Afton having a crush on you headcanons

• Bro is secretly a hopeless romantic. He watches telenovela's and other soap opera's that make him a sobbing mess when he's by himself. To him that's romance at it's finest.

• He is also a bit dramatic. So when he falls for you, he falls **hard**.

• Man's is head over heels, kicking and giggling high-school girl love.

• He has a sketch book where he draws you in it. The pages are fill with only you in some of them.

• Other times it your guys initials inside of a heart.

• If he's feeling brave it's a drawing of the two of you in different romantic scenarios. Sometimes it's pieces of you. Your eyes, lips, hands, shoulders, and even your legs. He draws. Ever detail of your body

• Man will spend hours daydreaming about you and forget what he was supposed to do a minute ago

• He would try to hide it from you the best he could. He's not that good at it though

• Man will avoid you so he doesn't get to close. (He lost pretty much his entire family so he's abit scared)

• He will purposely push you away for your own safety

• Bro secretly wishs you to pursue him anyways....

• The soap opera's got to him

• Not his fault, it'd because he's depressed.

• If you give him something he is going to treasure it

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Give me a minute.....

listen artists drawing movie mike. i know people never stick with accuracy in art i don't either but. there's just one little thing that needs to be accurate because it's funny ok and that little thing is movie mike's height

emphasis on the little. mike schmidt, michael afton or whatever you wanna call him is a short king. please don't take that away from him.

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SO I KNOW PINTEREST WILL FAIL ME

SO HERE YOU LOVELY PEOPLE GO

TRAILER SHOTS 1-10

I CAN ONLY ADD 10 AT A TIME SO EXPECT A THREAD

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I was actually thinking this when I was doing a rewrite for the creepasta's thank God I'm not the only one!

I am Father Daughter EJ and Lazari supremacist

Lazari crushing on EJ? Nah nah bro that's actually her dad, you got it all wrong dude

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a lesson in love.

The puppet that had recently begun to live in your village had been acting strange around you lately. His name was Kabukimono, and you had never met anyone like him before. You distinctly remember the first time you saw him, Niwa and the others crowded around him. He had the fairest skin, long luscious locks, and clothing that only the highest-standing nobles in Inazuma could afford. He almost reminded you of a princess.

Although the other villagers accepted him, they were still quite reserved towards him. Niwa, Katsuragi, and a few others were the only ones who would smile and laugh with him, ruffling his hair as if he was a normal human. And though Kabukimono was greatly pleased by this, you could see he was still rather lonely. After all, his friends worked most of the day while he was left to his own devices as of now.

You were fascinated by the beautiful boy who seemed enamored with the most simplest of things life had to offer - collecting fruits (especially Lavender Melon, which seemed to be his favorite), playing with finches and other small creatures, and shyly yet curiously watching the other children play from a distance. You were quite entranced with him, and so you struck up a conversation with him. From that day forward, Kabukimono was a changed puppet.

Kabukimono would constantly stare at you and then immediately look away when you turned to face him. He would trail behind you like a lost puppy until you acknowledged him, and quickly scurry to your side. You would wake up to the puppet sitting outside your house, waiting to start the day with you (you were greatly concerned once you realized he sat there for the whole night.) He’d insist on carrying everything for you, and although he was very strong, he did not have a good sense of balance, and well… you can guess how that turned out. He was quite literally attached to your hip, and it didn’t take long for everyone else to notice as well. 

The kids would giggle uncontrollably and start to whisper: “Kabuki and [Name], sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-”, you quickly clamped your hands over their mouths before they could say anything else, while the puppet was confused the whole time. Couples would shoot you knowing looks. Niwa’s wiggling eyebrows and grin did not help you much either. Kabukimono’s love-struck behavior only increased but the problem was that he himself did not understand why he felt this way. Often you would see him with a stumped expression. And well, you had grown a soft spot for the puppet too… you completely adored him. You wanted to make him happy. But first, you must talk with him.

It was a normal day where you were doing nothing in particular, simply enjoying the calmness while Kabukimono sat next to you as well. The puppet had trouble understanding the concept of “relaxing” and doing nothing but he did feel the stress leaving his body whenever he engaged in this activity with you. The birds chirped, the breeze was cool, and everything felt perfect for some conversation.

“Kabukimono, have you been alright lately?” you questioned, hoping to get him to talk about his feelings. The puppet perked up at your voice.

“Me? Yes, I’ve been fine. Why?”

“Well, sometimes I see you looking a little down. I was just wondering why.” Kabukimono was surprised you noticed that, and he felt a bit shy but happy at how much you paid attention to him.

“W-well, it’s nothing really,” he tried to reassure himself and you but you didn’t buy it.

“You know you can tell me anything,” you advised. “I want to help you with whatever’s bothering you.” Kabukimono chewed on his lip, persuaded by your kindness. A determined expression appeared on his face.

“I think I’m sick, [Name],” he said it so seriously you were caught off guard. Out of all answers, you were not expecting that.

“Sick…? But you know you cannot get sick,” you said, trying to hint at the fact that puppets could not contract illnesses.

“I know that, but there’s just no other explanation I can think of! I asked some of the children in the village, and my symptoms line up with what they said!”

“Well, what are your symptoms?”

“My body gets really hot, my palms get sweaty… and my chest starts to feel funny,” he explained.

“Hmm, that does sound like a sickness.” The puppet let out a resigned sigh but then straightened up again.

“But…”

“But?”

“These things… they only happen around you, [Name]. Around everyone else I’m fine, but then as soon as I see you, all these weird things start happening to me,” Kabukimono looked down at his lap bashfully, almost afraid his statement would offend you. Your heart completely melted.

“Hey, look at me, Kabukimono,” you requested, and the puppet slowly complied, looking at you with his shimmering, worried eyes. “Don’t give me that look,” you giggled. “I’m not mad. In fact, I think I know what’s wrong with you. But I… need to do a quick test on you to confirm. Is that okay?”

Hope appeared in his eyes as he nodded excitedly. “Oh, of course! But what do you need to do?”

“Here, give me your hands, Kabukimono,” you said gently, as you placed his soft palms on top of yours. The puppet’s stunned and red-faced reaction already told you everything you needed to know but you still had to take this slowly. “How do you feel right now?”

“I-, I…” Kabukimono struggled to find the words to describe his current state. All he felt was hot, hot, hot from the simple yet affectionate gesture. But the patient smile you gave him was comforting. “I feel very happy, and my mouth hurts from smiling so much. And my body is getting hot like I said before.”

“I see,” you nodded in understanding. You released his hands from yours, much to Kabukimono’s disappointment, but then you placed your hand on his cheek, immediately bringing back his giddiness. “What about now?”

“I feel so…” The puppet was cut off as your thumb suddenly moved to trace your lip. ���Ah, it feels like my chest is going to explode!” You chuckled at his simplicity as you removed your hands from him.

“And you’re absolutely sure you only feel this way towards me?” Kabukimono shook his head rapidly.

“No! No, no one else. No one else comes close to you,” he declared, intent on making himself clear, still in awe at the tingly feeling your thumb left on his lips. Your heart sped up from his unintentional adorableness.

“Well, I think I know what you’ve been inflicted with,” you nodded in response. “Yes, it’s quite obvious to me now.” Kabukimono leaned in more, curiosity taking over his body. He was so interested to hear what a smart human like you would say.

“You’re not sick, Kabukimono. You’re simply feeling a rather intense emotion,” you said slowly, hoping not to confuse him. “You are in love,” you finished. Kabukimono’s face was frozen in shock, only slight shaking of his mouth and eyes could differentiate him from a statue.

“Love… love, i-is that what this is…?” His voice had come to almost a whisper. “Love, like how those married couples love each other?” Suddenly the mental image of him kissing and holding you appeared in his mind and would not leave. “Love!” The puppet could not help but repeat the lovely word again and again. But then a realization hit him and his excitement came to a screeching halt.

“But love… love needs more than one person, does it not? You need to… oh,” the reality of the situation hurt him. Surely you would never return his love. Surely you were interested in someone else, someone who was human. He was just a no-good puppet. Quickly you found your words to comfort him.

“No, no, no, Kabukimono. Look at me, pretty. Please don’t look so forlorn. You need not worry, as I love you too. I love you with my whole heart,” you stated matter-of-factly, in a way that could not be disputed. 

It felt like something was stuck in Kabukimono’s throat, as he found it hard to push words out. “You… love me?” You vigorously nodded in confirmation. “You love me,” he repeated as if saying it more and more would help it settle in. “You love me… such an amazing person loves me…”

You squeezed his hand in response. “Yes, I love you dearly, Kabukimono. I want us to be together,” you said softly. The puppet’s mouth opened and closed, not sure how to even respond to such tenderness. But what ended up coming out was a pitiful sob and streaming tears.

“Thank you for teaching me… thank you for loving me. I don’t know how I could-” The boy’s words began to slur as he cried. Although he loved you dearly, Kabukimono’s mind could only think about how you could abandon him as his creator did. Would you soon deem him unworthy or not good enough, and leave him too? You were taken aback at this drastic change in behavior but quickly pulled him into the reassuring warmth of your chest. You now understood what Niwa meant when he said he was an emotional puppet.

“Hey, hey, deep breathes, okay?” You rubbed Kabukimono’s back in gentle motions as you instructed him. “In, out… in, out, okay…?” The puppet followed your directions and with time, his sobs lessened and now he was a curled-up quiet mess that was in your arms. He would not move away from your chest, and you would be more concerned but you knew he did not need to breathe.

“You don’t need to apologize or thank me for anything. I don’t know what you’ve been through, but… I will always be here for you. You are a beautiful, kind soul. I am so happy to love you, my dearest,” you whispered, stroking his hair in a further attempt to calm him. The puppet almost felt like bawling again at your sincerity, but your voice was such a soft lull, all he wanted to do was take a break in your embrace.

“I love you, [Name]...” Kabukimono mumbled softly, as he fell asleep right there on your chest, knowing that he would be blessed with dreams with you instead of his abandonment.

lesson 1. lesson 2. lesson 3. lesson 4. lesson 5. lesson 6. lesson 7. lesson 8. lesson 9. lesson 10.

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Jing Yuan — no man escapes the wrath of his wife

cw: reader referred to as jy's wife, just jing yuan brain rot currently being active

General Jing Yuan, the Arbiter-General of the Xianzhou Alliance's Cloud Knights, one of the Six Charioteers, someone who will undoubtedly be part of the history books, the ever-famous dozing general....

....finds himself in a pinch for the first time in centuries.

It has nothing to do with the fact that he currently finds himself kneeling with his hands in the air, surrounded by enemies with their weapons pointed at him from all angles. In fact, he even has to stifle a yawn as he looks at his captors, his golden eyes boredly examining each and every one of them.

"The Dozing General: Jing Yuan," the man who seems to be running the show speaks, and Jing Yuan mentally dubs him as Captor #1. "I would have thought it would be much harder to get my hands on you, really. Are the Cloud Knights truly this wea-"

But before Captor #1 could finish his sentence, laced with an incredibly condescending tone, the sound of a certain ringtone, familiar to the General, starts sounding out, reverberating in the small room.

Jing Yuan's eyes widen, his relaxed body suddenly tensing up, his half-closed eyes now blown wide in surprise as he feels his phone vibrating in his pocket.

That's the ringtone he has set for his beloved wife.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cut you off..." the General starts, his tone apologetic, "But is there any chance you'd let m-"

Similar to the way Jing Yuan's phone rudely cut off Captor #1's monologue, Captor #2, who happens to be a woman, rudely cuts the general off, approaching him and roughly snatching his phone from his pocket.

The crystal-clear sound of his ringtone can now be heard, and Jing Yuan looks at his captors, observing their next move.

"Who is it?" his first captor speaks as his second captor approaches the man, showing him the phone.

"It's his wife," Captor #2 says, before smirking. "I think we should answer."

The sound of his ringtone suddenly comes to an abrupt stop, and Jing Yuan visibly gulps, showing signs of nervousness for the first time since his capture.

"Love, are you busy?"

In a different scenario, Jing Yuan's heart would have fluttered at the sound of your voice that he loved so much, but at the moment, he can only feel his heart flutter in nervousness and he prays to the aeons that Captor #1 steals the phone from Captor #2 to speak instead.

"Indeed, the General is."

However, it seems that all the aeons are too busy to look after Jing Yuan at the moment as his female captor speaks into the receiver of his phone with a teasing smirk on her face.

"What? Who is this?" your voice rings, now sounding annoyed. "Why do you have my husband's phone?"

"I'm the one currently keeping him busy," his captor responds, and Jing Yuan wants nothing more than to melt into a puddle and seep into the ground at the moment.

"It's not what she's making it out to be-"

"Shush, General~"

He doesn't know if she's doing this on purpose—the suggestive tone of her voice makes it seem like she is.

"What is that supposed to mean?!" you speak, now with anger. "Where's my husband?"

"We're currently holdi-"

"JING YUAAAANNN!!!!"

And that was his cue.

The tables were suddenly turned, and in the blink of an eye, only Jing Yuan remains standing. Every captor of his, including Captors 1 and 2, now lay on the cold, hard ground, either unconscious or groaning in pain.

The General jogs over to get his phone, seeing that you were still on the line. Captor #2, at least, had the decency to—or maybe just accidentally—put the phone on mute throughout the whole fight.

"My little sparrow!" Jing Yuan calls out to the phone, and he can almost imagine your arms crossed on your chest and the pout you wear. "It wasn't what she made it out to be, I swear!"

"Hmm, really now?" you respond, obviously not amused. Jing Yuan had half a mind to tease you for being jealous, but he thought against it.

"I'm on my way home. I'll explain everything."

"You better."

"I love-"

Jing Yuan's words were cut off as his wife hangs up the phone, and he can only let out a helpless sigh. A small smile adorns his face as he shakes his head helplessly, fingers dialing Yanqing's phone to take care of the rest.

He's really in a pinch now.

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hindu frog wedding ceremony to bring rain

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Here's my version of Tape girl from fnaf vr

It's a WIP

I love her so far

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Just imagine some of the other survivors' reactions

imagine being in a trial and you had to rescue the newest survivor and it's like

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Leona would beat his ass honestly

FREE RUGGIE RIGHT TF NOW NOWWW