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[bb-fennelposting]

so when is mistah bones gonna kick nightheart like a soccer ball all the way to riverclan

[shunkos]

“ you keep me up at night. ” / from urahara / @gokunoban

ㅤㅤㅤTHEY  DON'T  DO  THIS.  THEY  NEVER  HAVE.  in  hundreds  of  years  of  existence  together  -  yoruichi  and  kisuke's  relationship  had  never  been  hallmarked  by  whispered  words  of  gentleness,  declarations  of  ardor  beyond  yoruichi's  'i  will  follow  you  to  the  ends  of  the  earth,'  or  anything  of  that  nature.  she  wasn't  particularly  good  or  understanding  with  affections  -  as  for  the  shihōin's  -  family  lineage  was  of  the  utmost  importance.  mark  that  all  down  alongside  kisuke's  rather  covert  inability  to  demonstrate  complex  emotion  or  what  the  poet's  might  seem  to  write  as  'romantic  love'  in  a  traditional  sense  -  and  well,  again...  they  just  didn't  do  this.

ㅤㅤㅤshe  would  follow  him  into  hell,  without  question.  she  had,  by  definition,  and  she'd  do  it  all  again  -  place  the  well-being  of  existence  into  his  capable  hands  and  trust  he'd  see  her  to  the  other  side.  all  the  terrors  they'd  faced  -  the  world  ending  disasters  that  could  rend  them  both  into  oblivion  -  and  nothing  was  quite  as  scary  as  staring  kisuke  urahara  in  the  face  and  realizing  with  no  small  amount  of  uncertainty  that  they  were  close  to  something  very,  very  dangerous.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤor  perhaps  she  was  just  hopeful.

ㅤㅤㅤyoruichi  swallows  thickly  -  normally  sure  face  entirely  too  unmoored  in  a  moment  like  this.  the  moonlight  through  the  open  window  to  his  bedroom  in  the  shoten  casts  urahara's  pale  skin  in  a  shade  of  near  angelic  white  -  and  she  has  to  swallow  again,  staring  deep  into  the  darkness  of  his  surprisingly  open  gaze.  so  many  things  flit  through  her  mind.  a  joke  or  two,  something  flirtatious,  something  to  make  him  laugh  and  nudge  her  side  over  the  tea  they  share.  but  something  else  possesses  yoruichi  in  that  moment,  something  frightened  and  adrift  because  she  is  so  unsure  what  he's  thinking  this  time,  and  she's  never,  ever  unsure  about  that...

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ it'll  pass. ❞  ㅤㅤㅤand  aureate  gaze  falls  away,  as  she  sips  her  tea  with  vigor  in  effort  to  quell  the  swelling  ache  in  her  chest.

[iorast]

[ SAVE ] : saving their life in the process, sender grabs receiver's hands to either yank them out of immediate danger, or to pull them to safety. // @vannscooter

they'd slipped -- they didn't even have time to process anything. still being alive. going from the pain of the loom exploding in front of them to the pain of being pulled through the fabric of time itself. the fear comes first, heart pounding so hard they can hear it as their body struggles to keep itself together once they've been reconstructed.

shit. shit. mobius -- the others. what happened to victor timely. what happened to themselves. had they done the wrong thing, prunning themself. had they done something wrong. they had to have done something wrong. what could they have done differently. shit. shit, shit, shit --

all of their friends were dead and they couldn't do anything to stop it. they couldn't fix it. but why were they alive -- --

they're pulled by their thoughts when they nearly trip over the body of a hunter they don't know.

                                                      oh. this was hel, then.

breath leaves their lungs in a shutter, their eyes tearing up before they can even realize it and they barely hear the voice of someone shouting at him. hey. hey! analyst! get out of the way! a hand grabbing a fist full of their jacket and yanking them out of the way of a blast of light. air sizzling like it itself had burnt as they collapse into whoever it was who'd saved them. hunters running past as they look to see --

                                                      mobius.

in hunter gear. asking if they were alright. hands shake as they find mobius' arm, tears falling, now. this was too much. this was all too much. where were they. what was this. mobius was an analyst. not a hunter. what was this?

                                                       ❝           mobius -- mobius ?      ❞  

[bcdwclves]

remembers this entire series of Gloria fucking the Pokegirls behind Leon's back.

[lorelune]

belated wip wednesday …. :3c

[teeth--king]

I'm not doing so hot yet again so it's time for some Stardew comfort art, morning time :) Love to play this game and think about it when I'm sick, its fun to think of little stories and events for these characters. My anxiety is holding me back from talking more.

[kaizerandtzar]

Shit

"That's... not what I meant... I'm sorry."

"I love you, Kouichi, angel of death, of life, of beauty, of cleverness. I don't like sharing you, but I know I'm not enough for you. I know I can't keep you all to myself no matter how much I want to."

"But, I do also love Miyako."

Kouichi's teeth were quick to grit intense in anger.

"So you're just gonna turn this around on me?!"

"I know I'm not perfect! I know I'm messed up! But I am trying to figure some things out, and so I asked you a question!"

"...You don't want to answer me honestly? Fine. Other than as an angel of death, I don't know why you would ever want to call me that."

[idalenn]

MiqoMarch #20 - Town

For their daring rescue, the people of Yedlihmad treated the Scions to a celebration like no other, the Warrior of Light being given special appreciation for the return of those abducted...

[burning-fcols]

✧   「   @onlywrath   」   ✧  - Continued from ★  

「 ☆ 」 Lucifer suspects he is supposed to be doing something else right now. Nearly certain he came into his office for a REASON. But it's difficult to recall responsibilities when... distracted. Especially in the manner he is right now, prettily perched upon his partner's lap with no intention of leaving it anytime soon. How they got into this position is a blur of playfully brushed off affection and saucy statements, the King of Hell playing ❛ hard to get ❜ when his surprise guest entered the room. A ploy that lasted all of a few minutes before he ended up HERE.

Not that anyone is complaining.

Hands bound by rope— that he could easily break should the desire arise, Lucifer relishing in the pretend helplessness of the moment —fingers itch with the desire to grab onto the larger Sin, Lucifer forced to be patient for the change to dig his claws into the other man. Shuddering as his tight entrance is toyed with by the wonderfully-sadistic Sin, normally-chilled body is already overheating in a mimicry of the intense heat spearing his insides. Warm and wanting, rear clings to Satan with a shamelessness befitting the King of Hell... Ready to milk his cock dry.

❝ Fuck... ❞ He hisses at the sudden slap, body tensing at the jolt of pain as a bright mark is left upon pale cheeks. Sharp grin betrays how welcome the ROUGH treatment is, crimson hues aglow as the petite man hungrily gazes up at his large lover. ❛ Good boy ❜ , huh? Simple phrase entices a purr from deep within the Sin's chest, hips obediently raising— slowly... but surely —as he prepares to grant the others desire. Slick shaft noisily slides from his stretched hole, glistening as it meets the unforgiving air of Hell... before it's suddenly SLAMMED back inside Lucifer's welcoming depths instead.

With that thrust, Lucifer begins his ride.

Bouncing atop Satan's dick, thick length pushes DEEP into him again and again and again... Knot smacking his cheeks in a mimic of Satan's hand. Breathing heavily, heat bubbles from between his legs to spread across his entire body, painting his face a brilliant golden hue. ❝ Y-Yeah? They were, huh? ❞ He teases, forcing the words through the strained whimpers clawing at his throat. A true testament of will, Lucifer manages to ask with a bratty flutter of his lashes, ❝ Were my hips... made for riding dick in general... or— ... Were they made... for YOUR dick?~ ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[lululeighsworld]

so interesting......again, had a COMPLETELY separate goal in mind and noticed this fun difference: the map of the valla throne room from azura's legendary battle has some slight differences when compared to the one from the tempest trial

noticeably the cracks on the floor (wonder who did that) and the water spots that are reminiscent of a certain mechanic :3c

[fazeruined]

@faztastiic / @fazfiend / @fazerblaster

After everything that's happened in the span of like a day, it was terrifying to think that she had genuinely been left wondering if she'd ever feel the sun bathe on her skin again.

And to think back on that doubt now that she can feel her skin under the lukewarm sunlight of a barely rising sun, the still soft oranges reflecting her eyes...

Cassie wanted to let out a sob; she made it. But instead she just stood there, basking in the moment, processing that yes; despite everything, she had just escaped the hell now located right behind her. She stood and stared out at the open sky, still dark and with a few stars out, the oranges of the incoming morning peeking into the horizon, shining a soft warm light over the decrepit building that once used to be like her second home, the Mega PizzaPlex.

But she didn't claw her way out alone. She's not the only one who got to see the sky and feel the first morning rays embrace their forms. On her way back, she did her hardest to make up to every other abandoned heart, finding a few more clues along the way, too, painting a picture that only heightened her thoughts. And together they stood tall. Like since when she was little. Like it should always have been. Before those two ever showed up to ruin everything.

Roxanne had one eye at least, donated by Chica who was happy to have her voice back, Monty had been rescued from the water and rebooted (Cassie had never intended to electrocute him,) the Daycare Attendant was happy to help especially after having been helped, and the Freddy Prototype even had his head back-- which certainly must have been no easy task for Cassie to find! ... and a handful of the Mini Music Men, they were there too, yeah. Gremlins. Cassie absolutely refused to leave anybody behind (she's not like Gregory.)

And that also includes the one and only, Glamrock Bonnie. Long thought to be gone. The rabbit was arguably in the worst condition of them all, being totally unresponsive, having to be carried by the others. It was even questionable if there was any hope for him, but again, Cassie refused to leave anybody behind.

They all were what's left of her family, and she'll do what's necessary to take care of them, like they have taken care of her helping her escape a terrible fate.

■■■

It's been like what, a couple weeks? A month or two? Cassie took all the robots under her wing, sheltering them in her old home... Turns out her Dad had been up to some stuff since her mother's shady death.

There was an entire bunker underground duplicating the house, and she took it over, living in secrecy, safe and sound with her family.

The past while has been spent trying to repair them, fortunately there were a few things her Dad had left behind that wound up useful; she managed to give Chica an endo arm as she was missing one, and while Monty hasn't gotten his legs yet they managed to reconstruct his lower torso- meaning legs were the next step, but at least he could sit more properly again. The Prototype Freddy had a lot of debris and other metal junk stabbing into his body, and Cassie arduously plucked them out herself with tools left by her Dad. Cassie herself was getting better-- she still occasionally got dizzy spells, would wince when stepping on her foot wrong shooting pain up her shin, and would feel her arm get sore from time to time; one couldn't expect her to come out unscathed from an attempted murder via an elevator drop.

It was slow, but they were coming back together. They were going to.

Aside from that, they needed parts, which was where things began getting a little more complicated. Her Dad's secret workshop was full of useful things, but not everything necessary for full repairs... but that was when something new came to light.

Cassie still had that creepy Security Mask, though had long left the V.A.N.N.I. Network which had no coverage outside the PizzaPlex. Still, looks like the mask has a few distinct functions without the network. The past while has been spent getting used to these features as well, even proving to be useful in detecting parts compatible for repairing her peers!

But that's not all.

The mask seemed to function like a detector of Fazbear Entertainment technology through places, from electronic toys to accessories to equipment and even animatronics. A little more testing with such features and the possibility of even hacking into these objects was very palpable. But Cassie of course wasn't interested in wasting time doing malicious cyber-activities, just what was necessary to help her and her family.

■■■

Though after enough time, she found something... familiar. Her lost remaining family member. One who still needs rescuing... probably the most out of them all.

She doesn't immediately dive into it, trying to be safe, spending some time verifying if she was correct.

Eventually, a day where the sun had just set, Cassie puts on the mask, trying to set up a remote communication. With it on, she can see Helpi sitting on the edge of the work table where Bonnie has been laying, like a patient in intensive care-- no doubt the little bear will be an 'audience' of sorts.

Cassie first tries verifying the stability of the connection, managing to access optical and auditory reception of the 'stray' animatronic she's trying to reach, able to see and hear his surroundings-- she doesn't think she recognizes the area, but at least nobody seems to be immediately present with him; good. Before the access can raise alarm in his system, she throws her two cents.

" H... hello...? Can you... hear me...? "

She gingerly asks, almost fearful of what this communication might reward with, but also unimaginable anticipation. It was like she was speaking right into his head. She spares a look over at Helpi to give her the courage to continue.

" Is... is that really you... Glamrock Freddy...? "

[lunarpanda]

If it’s body paint, it’ll prolly smear if you rub it.

So does Summer Kamen have pasties on his nipples or is that body paint.

And would any of his costume have glitter on it. (Despite the show not animating glitter he's gotta have it tbh.)

[sadaolim]

A harmless invitation : ) ft. @picavecalyx (x)

Poor little bird, all alone in faraway lands... Forced into this cage of flesh and humanity, a state worse than death if one would ask the esteemed professor. (So lost in her convictions, she would insist she knows better, no, the best.) A call to a faraway land, a plan set in motion, unsuspecting the little bird.

(It was for her own good. Sada would not let her end up like herself. Human. Ugly. An evil existence where there was no release from.)

Hadn't it be enough the bird wandered aimlessly, all alone, when the answer was right there... Oh, Silva... Why waste your time? Why appear human, and seek other humans who had proven their hubris time and time again? It wouldn't... take too long to fix her. To free her. Sada had been working day and night, her new obsession, her gift to Silva she loved and wished the best for. (Still... She was conflicted too. You could NOT test her theories on test subjects when the case was too specific... Not bad by itself, challenge was nice but... An issue, still...)

"Well... It is not time-sensitive, per se, but I would like you to be here soon. As quickly as you can manage, is what I am thinking..."

Always so cheerful, this little bundle of joy trapped within that cage. Sada didn't want her to be hurt further by those circumstances, hunted by others while she was still like this.

"My work is never done, Silva. But, give it a few days and I will get it perfect, as humanly as possible... Such is the setbacks of this existence, come to think of it. Shame..."

(At the mention of trouble, she lost her composure, even if for a few seconds.)

"I will be the judge of that. You know no one else can get here. You will always be safe with me, and even beyond me..."

After all, Silva's existence would be forever... Wasn't that delightful?

"Stay safe. I will be waiting..."

[asterisque-arch]

//one little quirk i wanna give to my sampo is him getting wrong everyone's names on purpose, to rile them up. the joke here is that i want him to use the japanese names instead, because lots (especially the people from xianzhou) of them do have different names there.

granted i'm not sure how they're supposed to be spelt since i only know them by ear but, idk, it's funny sdfhgfd.

[bcdwclves]

anyways, i'm all about inappropriate workplace relations, power imbalances, age-gap relationships, and taboo topics no one would touch. i horde these things like a dragon.

[futurefind]

[ KARAOKE ] : for our muses to sing karaoke together (sa & zaya bc he dragged her here uvu)

first meeting prompts / relevant notes / @metrictita

She's going to kill him, she thinks, not for the first time (ignoring the lack of malice and about as much heat as a soft serve ice cream). When she'd 'agreed' to come here with him, she was expecting his usual song and dance— his peacocking about the stage with at least one pair of eyes (begrudgingly) guaranteed to be set on him.

Absolutely not traipsing like a fool along with him...!

Except to say no would be to let that smug fucker win, give him something to hold over her head 'til the cows came home and back again. She'd be lucky if he let her forget it this side of a decade (if she even lasted longer that that, but regarding him or being this side of alive was hard to say).

So. Sasume ignores the freezing electricity of mortification pouring through her veins and screaming at her to get anywhere where the eyes won't follow her and bites back a Fuck You. Not because he didn't deserve it, but because she didn't deserve the resulting... quips.

"You're insufferable," she hisses as she walks past, mindful to make sure no one can overhear despite— or maybe because of— the nervous flush already painting her face.

For perhaps the first time, she's thankful for her job. Where else, after all, could she have such a finely tuned experience for ignoring adrenaline and her screaming flight responses?

To say her mind eases when the song is something... heavier? More active? Fuck if she knows— but it's harsh enough to not have to linger on her own sounds too much and instead just focus on the most distance corner she can find as best as she can.

"God, I don’t know ‘bout the reason why I met you, I’m only counting the scars—"

...Mostly. What parts of her that aren't screaming with dread keep half an eye on Zaya's own eccentricities. Not to mimic him (awful), but instead to weave around him and out of his way. It ain't a spar, but physical back and forths are familiar enough to take the edge off.

"We cut into each other, it’s obvious that I knew The reason right from the start."

It's hard not to chuck the mic back right at him once it's over, but she's not sure if it's because of her prioritizing her haste or keeping him from getting as much ammunition as she can.

She speeds back to her seat, deftly avoiding anyone and everyone, and resists the urge to start gulping for air or burying her face into the tabletop. Maybe she'll use the bathroom as an excuse for the... weirdest instance of using Shinrei to clean herself up.

"No," she says, as soon as he rejoins her, stabbing a finger right into his face. "I ain't doing that again!" And, before he can start pushing in this or that direction, "I'm done for the night."