#Dexter ain't having a good time

[that-weird-mime]

Orange juice with new pals

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: noncon/dubcon, bullying, reader wears glasses

♡ gn reader

Thinking about jock bully hunting you down after the bell rings...

You hurry – haphazardously shoving your books and pens into your bag before slinging it over your shoulder – ready to get out before the chimes are even done singing.

Thankfully, it seemed fine for now as you couldn't hear the roaring of buzzing students in the hallway just yet, only your own class packing up their belongings with movements rather lazy compared to yours. 

But you couldn't afford to take your time – even with the free period following the end of your class. You needed to leave before he could find you.

"Where’ you off to in such a hurry, Specs?"

You ought to have knocked on wood before finishing your thought – you admonished yourself with eyes squeezed tightly shut and a punishing bite to your lower lip.

It's funny – you winced – how his voice is so casual, so breezy and laidback, all cool and friendly – funny how it sends such spiky goosebumps down your spine.

You ignore him, trying to squeeze past him – quick and dexterous as you attempt to slip away and disappear out the door – maybe be so lucky to lose him in the crowd.

"Whoa, whoa- you tryna run off on me?" He joked. His large hands held up to block your way. 

You watch the rest of your classmates leave – leaving you to fend for yourself. But you couldn't really blame them… none of you wanted to explain new bruises to worried parents at home.

He was like a shark circling, and if he smelt blood in the water, you were as good as done for. And you were like an open cut.

"Now, what did I do to deserve a disappearing act, huh?" He pouted. His head tilted, blocking out the lights in the ceiling, shadowing his already scary face. 

You nearly squeaked instead of speaking. "Please- I- I-"

"Calm down, will yah?" He dismissed. Flashing you a wide smile – the one that nearly fooled you into believing he was a good and decent guy. "I ain't come to pick on yah…"

You didn't listen. Once again, you bravely tried to push past him with your bag squeezed tightly to your chest – trying to rush to the door.

But his size was like the door itself. Big and squared. Muscly and tough as he blocked your way effortlessly. Though, no less bothered with your insistent attempt at running away from him.

"Now, when I tell you to do something-" He laughed passive-aggressively as his hand reached out to clutch the handle on your bag, yanking you back. "You should perk up and listen, yeah? Use that head of yours for something useful for once."

His knee rode up between your thighs – making you whimper where you stood, caged between his thick arms and the desk behind you.

"Wouldn't wanna make me angry now, do yah?"

His breath tickled your face, and you bowed your head under his gaze – unable to take your eyes off of the veins flexing along his beefy arms as his large hands gripped the table’s edge, sleeves rolled up like usual – the sight of his knuckles whitening, making you queasy with unease.

You tried ducking away once again. "Please, I need to-"

But he just clicked his tongue at the measle effort. Cutting you off yet again. 

"You don't need to do anything but stand here and entertain me." He decided with a voice a bit more biting than before.

You jolted, your eyes round and wide as you looked back up into his glare.

He laughed out a lighthearted chuckle before his hand broke off from marring the desk – scratching the back of his neck with an apologetic smile – serving a small effort at easing your worries where you stood tense and rigid in your place in front of him.

"Thing is…” He started once again, his tone back to normal – or whatever he wanted you to think was his normal. “Coach is gonna kick me off the team if I don’t get my grades in order.” He explained. “So’s thinkin’ since you’re such a good little nerd, you wouldn’t mind helpin’ me out.”

His hand reached out to tickle your chin.

“M’sure havin’ a cute little nerd-tutor like you is exactly what I need.”

Your throat was so tight you thought you might just choke. “I don’t-”

“Good!” He boasted over your pitiful protest. “Since y’got nothin’ better to do, how ‘bout we just head straight for my dorm right now?” He asked – though you knew better than to think it was a question. “Le’me carry that for yah-”

He yanked your backpack from your chest, ripping it out of the tight hug before throwing it over his own shoulder.

“I can carry you too if yah want?” He posed – smirk loud on his face as he placed his large paws at your waist – followed quickly by you shooting your arms forward to shove him off in protest.

But though you thought you’d put in some strength behind it, the boy in front didn’t budge at all. 

He just arched a brow as though asking if that was really all you had. And you hoped dearly he couldn’t see how the stiff muscles of his shredded chest had actually strained your wrists instead.

“What do you say, short stuff?” He leaned in, his breath foggy on your glasses and hot on your cheeks, as his hands clawed themselves into the fat of your waist, pulling you off your feet just a bit.

“N- no, thank you.” You stuttered out, stumbling a bit as you braced yourself against him. Your eyes squished close as you bowed your head away from him in a mix of fear and embarrassment while you suppressed the mortifying feeling of nearly pissing yourself.

But the tall boy realized little of your inner turmoil – rather enjoying it as he scoffed out an amused laugh at you. “A'ight then, come on.”

He yanked you along – his large paw gripping your arm as you struggled to keep up with his long strides. Nearly needing to resort to jogging where you otherwise tripped when the gap between the two of you became so large you had to skip a step or two to catch up – and before you even realized it, you were already standing outside the boy’s dorm waiting for him to find his keys.

He unlocked the door and welcomed you inside with the same grace of a warden showing a prisoner to their cell – with the weight and breadth of his warm hand on the small of your back as he nudged you inside.

The room had an overwhelming dank scent of both bodyspray and sweat and other things you’d only expect to smell in a boy’s locker room.

“Yo.” Came another voice from inside.

“Sup, roomie.” Your bully replied lazily. Grinning at how you gripped his shirt, all but jumping into hiding behind him. 

You’re cute…

“Who’s that you got there?” His friend arched a brow at you, where you peaked at him from behind your bully’s sleeve.

“I’mma need the room.” He announced, not really answering the question.

The roommate then scoffed with a grin, beholding you with slim eyes for a moment, then scoffed once more before he got up to leave.

“Don’t hit the books too hard – Coach’ll have your ass if you don’t bring your A-game later.” He warned, pulling his gym bag up on his shoulder as he excused himself.

You looked around once he was gone, spotting dumbbells and other equipment – and quickly realized how there must be many more muscles beneath his shirt than what you’d already borne witness. 

“So- uhm-” Swallowing the lump in your throat, you awkwardly turned to the boy. “Where're your books?”

Your bully smiled, taking a casual step toward you. “My books?” He asked, nowhere near even trying to sound the least bit genuinely confused.

“Your- uhm...” You paused, feeling uneasy. “Textbooks?”

His smile sharpened. “That’s cute.” He mocked sweetly while buttoning up the small black buttons of his white uniform shirt, giving a flash of those muscles you’d been anxiously anticipating. “You actually thought we were gonna study?”

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Kirishima, Shigaraki, Dabi, Hawks ♡ JJK – Sukuna, Geto, Gojo, Naoya, Toji ♡ HQ – Kuro, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Sakusa, Miya twins, Tendou, Ukai ♡ AOT – Eren ♡ DS – Akaza, Sanemi ♡ WB – Togame

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

Full fic with smut available here:

[icycoldninja]

May I please request headcanons for the Sparda boys + V finding out that their girlfriend has a very high sex drive but she tries to hide it due to being shamed in the past?

Sure, sure! Here ya go and enjoy!

Sparda boys + V x Fem!Reader with high sex drive headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-When Dante learned you had a high drive, he was thrilled.

-He didn't give two shits whether or not people had bullied or shamed you for it in the past--you were here with him now, and he was gonna treat you right.

-Now, any normal person would be tired out after a single round with Dante, but not you!

-You're a real baddie, able to last for hours on end. And if his human form ain't enough to satisfy you, then there's always his Devil Trigger, or maybe even his Sin Devil Trigger, if that doesn't do the trick.

-When demon mating season comes along, he'll be glad you're around for...umm...purposes.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil has never been bothered by mortal things such as "sex drive", so upon learning you have a high one, he remains indifferent.

-HOWEVER, demon mating season is a different story, as during this time, all demons and half demons will want to...well...breed. Naturally, these lustful creatures will want someone who can keep up with them.

-Vergil's glad you have such a high drive because it means he doesn't have to hold back. He can go as hard and fast as he wants, without worry of hurting you.

-He can even Trigger, something he rarely does during sex, and literally go all out.

-Watch out, girl, Vergil might actually wear you out for once.

□ Nero □

-Nero was really excited when he heard of how high your sex drive was.

-He couldn't believe people had actually shamed you for it--wasn't being good in bed a good thing?!

-Nero then decided to take it upon himself to push your body past its limits, with the help of his prosthetic arm, of course.

-He'll utilize it like a vibrator; the double stimulation will drive you crazy in a matter of minutes, leading to complete exhaustion after a just few hours.

-Nero might not undergo mating season, but there is a seasonal period where he'll be extra horny and needs you for satisfaction. (thank 1/4 demon genetics for that)

● V ●

-V isn't really familiar with what sex drive is, or why you have a high one, but after some research, deems it to be "interesting".

-He showers you with praise to alleviate any lingering negativity brought on by your past, and if he wasn't so physically weak, he swears he would ravage you for hours.

-Instead, however, he will torture you for hours using his dexterous fingers and tongue, bringing you continuous, shuddering orgasms for hours and hours.

-Since V is not a demon, he doesn't undergo any mating periods or gets seasonal lust, but is ready to please when you get horny.

-Just...don't be too rough with him--he has his limits.

[kikiwooo]

© @/kikiwooo

notes: gn reader

[ CARRYING ]

X.Borg

On his shoulders. What can be better than that? With the height of his, enjoy the ride. He'll also grab onto your leg for you to not fall off.

"Steady now, wouldn't want you to fall off."

Dyrroth

He loves to hook his hands under your thighs and lift you up, how should I explain this; front piggyback? Your height or weight doesn't matter to him, he's the prince of the abyss after all.

"You look rather..frustrated by this..~ Come on, look at me."

Fredrinn

Carries you with only one arm just to show off, yeah that's fredrinn. He makes it a little game to win over your heart, his charming face and that smirk of his doesn't help at all.

"How's the weather up there darlin'~? Pretty good mhm?"

Julian

Throwing you over his shoulder seems like a effective choice actually. Especially when there's a fight and there are more enemies he can take so he just throws you over his shoulder like a potato sack and 🏃💨

"Stop squirming I don't want to drop you-! oi! Stop hitting my back now that's hurts-"

Aamon

Guy's either princess carrying you or leading you by the hand like a true gentleman. Honestly it all makes the cold Duke's heart flutter. Aamon is clever, so clever that in a middle of the fight he can scoop you into his arms and ran to a nearby tower. (Don't forget his invisible cloak ability)

"I got you."

Xavier

Above the others Xavier is most comfortable on carrying you on his back. For him it's the most efficient way if you get injured and run for aid. Just,, just imagine him bending down to his knee and waiting for you to settle on his back🥺🥺

"Jump now, that way we'll be faster."

Martis

Just like Aamon, the Ashura king himself prefers to carry you in his muscular arms, I mean who doesn't want that?? Also won't miss any opportunity to flustee you making you hid into his chest, you bet he's grinning ear to ear.

"Look at me love, I want to see you~"

Gord

Gord doesn't see the need to carry you, he can make you float instead but won't do that you need to beg for...literally. What, ain't standing next to him is enough for you? With how an ear sore(affectionately) you are he will, with a flick of his wrist will make you float. Go ahead and take the opportunity to bump his nose.🤫

"Tsk, don't get any ideas..."

Jonshon

Carrying? What's that? Take a seat instead, don't forget the belt.

Hanzo

Holds you like a kitten/puppy, just like a baby animal in general. He's a big guy what did you expect? Hanzo doesn't really like having you close to him because of the demon inside him who makes comments such as how sweet your blood smells...

".......must you stand this close? .......fine...come here."

Claude

Tries to throw you over his shoulder just to tease you then falls to the ground with you. As playful as Claude can be he's a hopeless romantic and most of the time is clueless about literally everything. He's getting advices from his best man, trust Dexter on this. He's showing how should Claude carry you-

"(Name)- heyy, trust me on this, please one more time-! No I won't drop you I promise-"

Leomord

If you specifically want him to carry you, he'll do it without saying anything, be it princess carry(his favorite) or any other styles. But mostly you two will be riding with Barbiel, he's behind you, arms on the both of your sides. His reflexes are fast, he'll catch you before his mind can proceed.

"The weather is quite nice don't you think darling? Would you accompany me and Barbiel for a little walk?"

[wizardshark]

For the DnD nerds who care about the rules a lot:

This is a 1 on 1 fight that contains 3 rounds. You win one fight, you go to the next round. At the start of the tournament everyone has taken a long rest, and between each round they get only a short rest.

Propaganda both for AND against in the readmore.

Adaine Abernant

For: Wizards have been the strongest class since 1st edition and it ain't changing now baby. One portent roll for each fight is enough to guarantee a turn to cast a wizard save-or-suck spell.

Against: This girl killed one person ONE time and had a break down about it, has frequent panic attacks, and her AC is 15. She has no real defensive options and will die as all wizards die: with an axe in their nervous system.

Fabian Aramais Seacaster

For: Short rests? Sounds like a fighter's adventuring day! Three attacks + superiority dice + spell slot smiting + Action surge to do it again is killing everyone but Gorgug before they can even get a turn.

Against: Melee fighters, famously, can't do shit all if you stand over there ->, and a single reroll for a save-or-suck isn't going to be very much against any spellcaster who, dare I say, casts more than 1 (that is, one) spell in the fight. Insult his dad and bait him into doing something stupid, GG EZ

Figueroth Faeth

For: Literal archdemon resists the biggest energy damage types, tons of spell slots and warlock shenanigans to play you like a fiddle, then smite you to death when you're finally just trying to get anything done.

Against: "I have no single target DAMAGE" - quote from Emily. This bitch got no single target damage and these are 1 v 1 fights. Yeah Paladins can nova but they have no spell slot regeneration, after the first fight, which you KNOW she will spam her whole arsenal, girl will be all out of resources. More likely to disguise self to be the referee and skateboard away.

Gorgug Thistlespring

For: Did you see him solo a purple worm in the last stand?? Able to concentrate on artificer spells while in a rage too. THE classic 1v1 class, resists your damage and crits you every turn.

Against: Single minded to the extreme. Spellcasting is the classic counter to an angy barbarian. Yeah he has mindless rage, poor Fig, but anyone with any CC that isn't a charm effect won't even give him a target to try to charge down. Mention his parent's lawnmower and defeat him while he is distracted.

Kristen Applebees

For: Clerics are strong! We can pretend all we like that healers are boring but she can hit you hard and keep herself topped out on HP, AC, Save bonuses, and do you in with spirit guardians and spiritual weapon with no problem. You see the muscles on that girl? The gay one, I mean, not the straight british one.

Against: 4 dexterity

Riz "The Ball" Gukgak

For: These bitches are BLIND blind. Reliable talent stealth checks puts him above 20 every time. Sneak attack damage won't explode anyone but the most squishy, but is extremely reliable with a bonus action hide. He will eat your bones.

Against: Actual skill monkey. He has a cool gun but he's an arcane trickster built for non-combat. Investigate an arm around his neck and pickpocket a knife into his belly and you've got the win easy. Man couldn't even get onto the owl bears until there was no one left to swap in except him. Will probably be too exhausted to put up a good fight.

[veryace-ficrecs]

Twisters Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

cross your fingers by plastiswafers - Rated T

“Don’t get it twisted,” he murmurs into Kate’s ear. She can feel his words in his chest and a smile in his voice. “I’m doing this all for me. I just experienced something very traumatic, and I could use a hug. You’re the only huggable thing around.” - missing scene, right after the rodeo tornado

Chasing it by PrincessAmonRae - Rated T

Tyler is pretty sure that Kate has no idea that she has a death grip on his wrist after they climb out of the swimming pool in Stillwater. But he isn’t going to say anything because she clearly needs it, has a wild haunted look in her eyes from more than just riding out a tornado clutching a metal pole and her breathing is just the right side of erratic. “Y’alright?” He asks gently, feeling a little bit like he’s approaching a spooked horse, when the ambulance pulls up and they both point at the mom and her daughter in sync. Kate blinks up at him before she shudders in a deep breath, holds it for a few seconds and releases his wrist when she exhales.

this is gonna be one of those things by KelseyO - Rated T

Tyler cranes his neck to get a better look at Kate’s face. “Hear that, city girl? Nothin’ to worry about.”

Kate nods, but grimaces through the movement and presses her palm to her bandaged forehead. “Tyler,” she whispers, hoarse and exhausted, “can you take me home?”

“Yes ma’am,” he confirms with a sincere wink, and she holds out her arms as best she can, and Tyler scoops her up again like he’s been doing it his whole life.

Tipsy by crier_emperor - Rated T

Kate knew other storm chasers were probably speaking, but she ignored their murky, muffled conversation, reaching out to tug on the sleeve of Tyler’s soaked flannel with insistent excitement. “Ty, did you see it?” She ignored the tang of metal in her mouth and the uncooperative sluggishness of her tongue, dark eyes wide with elation. “Did you see? It worked.“ ~ Or: Kate is a little more beat up after driving into a tornado.

Whirlwind (of comments) by One_Real_Wrimonkey - Rated G

TornadoWrangerOfficial: *Photo of the Wranger team in El Reno in front of the upside down truck. Lily and Ben to the left, Javi, Tyler and Boone in the middle, Dexter and Dani on the right. All Thumbs up.* Caption: team all accounted for after a monster F5 here in El Reno. Donations page for the survivors linked in bio. cirrusclouds4ever Hell yes I knew Javi would join the light eventually He was too crazy for those stuffy storm par peeps. BallOutFoy Can't wait for this episode. Gonna be a wild one. . Aka- social media perspective of the Wranglers gaining some new crew

someday comes one day at a time by littleghost - Rated G

Kate returns to New York, restarts her PhD research, and goes back home. Ahead of her is a summer filled with storm chasing and Tyler Owens.

just keep your hand in mine by fishingclocks - Rated T

The scar was Kate's reminder that she was a murderer. That even though the news and the cops and her therapist didn't have the guts to come out and say it, she had led three people she loved to their deaths. It was penance. Tyler touching her there... Maybe it reminded her that she'd probably kill him too. So yeah. It was a good thing that she was having this little episode by herself. (Kate's scar is acting up for the first time in a while. Tyler helps her through it.)

Updraft by sattlerdearing (leviosaphoenix) - Rated G

Fans of Tornado Wrangler Tyler Owens think he might be hiding something, as told through various social media excerpts and comments.

but i'm tellin' myself 'cause i know damn well that this ain't hell (it's just high water) by kal25 - Not Rated

Kate loved the rain, and she loved when dark clouds circled above and dimmed the sun's light. They’d open up and let water cascade downward, familiar rumbles of thunder finding their way deep into Kate’s chest. She’d go outside, stand with her face tilted upward, and she’d let the droplets roll down her face. It was always better when there was a breeze, something to thrill Kate as the wind's chill hit her wet skin and sent a shiver through her that reminded her that she was irrevocably alive. It was a mistake, though, that she was alive. She didn’t deserve to make it out of the tornado that had torn open her leg and left her broken and scarred. Today was one of her worse days. It was one of the days where her scar sent bright searing pain through her leg with no explanation. She tried to separate Kate now from Kate then, promising herself that she’d moved on and was whole again, but days like this blurred the line and she couldn’t tell what was now and what was then. Or, Kate has a Bad Day and Tyler helps. Kate learns how to let herself be loved again, and Tyler loves Kate Carter very, very much.

[roguelioness]

OC Smash or Pass: Alyzen Kaide

Tagged by @thevikingwoman, thank you! ♥

I'm very late to the game, but tagging @bearlytolerant, @galadrieljones, @darethshirl, @tadpole-apocalypse, @karygurl, @greyyourwarden, @janzoo, @hylfystt, @birues and anyone else who wants to do it!

Rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope etc)

The Propaganda:

Quick facts:

- Height 6'1 (she isn't a highlander for nothing!) - Age: mid-30s in Endwalker - Gender: Female - Pronouns: she/her - Sexuality: demiromantic bisexual

Pros:

Tall

Can carry you if she wants to

Legs for days

Adventurous and loves to try new things

Freckles!!

Has many, many stories to entertain you with

Great tits

Excellent survival skills. Lost in the outdoors? You won't have to worry

Incredibly, incredibly protective of those she cares about

Good dancer. Will sing if you're very, very lucky

Financially savvy (and secure)

Cons:

likes violence a bit too much

dislikes asking for help

might have smooched the enemy on more than one occasion

Trauma. So. Much. Trauma.

Identity issues

Ever-decreasing levels of self-preservation

Ever-increasing levels of Ain't Nobody Got Time For That

Easily frustrated and has a short fuse

Will have to be approved of by all her friends

Wants to be Held and Cuddled but will never ask; what do you mean you can't read her mind

Details: - Generous, and a philanthropist. Has and will happily volunteer her time and resources to help those in need - Has a fondness for fishing, even if she's not very good at actually catching things - Self-sufficient; likes to make everything she needs. Will only gift things she makes to very close friends - Struggles with understanding what love and romance mean to her - Is an equal partner when it comes to flings, but prefers o relinquish control to trusted partners - almost neurotic about finances and has her assets in multiple forms; paranoid about having to rely on other's charity - Physically: strong and agile, relies more on dexterity than brute strength - Sexually: is an equal partner when it comes to flings but prefers to relinquish control to trusted partners - Emotionally: struggles with expressing her emotional wants and needs. Especially strong emotions get vented out through violence

(one last propaganda pic!)

[killemwithkawaii]

Welcome back senpai!!! Good to see you (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

Sliding in your ask box bc I have a nsfw-ish Sally confession to make (⁠♡⁠ω⁠♡⁠ ⁠)⁠ ⁠~⁠♪

So, I saw this edit of his recently with a song that goes "let me play to you like I play guitar" BUT, where I'm from, "playing to someone" doubles as slang for fingering/jerking off so I was just (O/⁠//////O｡⁠) "SAL???"

(but he would. he so fucking would!!!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) and I'd let him)

p.s. can I be kaomoji anon? (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

[CW: NS/FW lemon, mild unsanitary, mild death/suicide for canon screenshots. Minors DNI!!!]

>Aw thank you, thank you my sweet kouhai~ 🥰💕

>YUS it is TIME ns/fw asks/hcs fucking SUSTAIN ME lets get this shit rollin again >:3c 💖💦

>Threw this together for some canon visual reference (u welcome) ☝

>Sally FACE??? More like Sally FINGERS amirite 😏🥁

>His proportions are inconsistent but we embrace the Meaty Mitts on this blog (i mean just get a load a them sausages and tell me you ain't hungry 👀🌭💦)

>Sal being a seasoned guitarist means his skillset includes: -dexterity -finger strength -hand independence -multitasking -patience -stamina -keeping rhythm (all of which can be utilized whether its his guitar or your junk in/around his hands) 👌💯💦

>I would also like to add 'performs well under pressure' (since he can use his guitar as a weapon in battle) to the list, as well as mention that he's probably got some hard-earned guitar calluses that could offer some very interesting texture variations if he uses them right... 😳🥵💦💦💦

>Okay but Sal literally playing his guitar to you as foreplay is just... so fucking sweet (and would give him the opportunity to give you a taste of the skills listed above before you get a much more hands-on demonstration once the song is finished) 🥺💞💞💞

>There is an ask around here somewhere about Sal strategically playing his guitar while [y/n] sits on his amp and enjoys the vibes..~~~ (it's not listed in my masterlist bc i didn't add much to it, but I wanted to mention it while we're on the subject and will link it if I ever find it ;3)

>Nerdy Side Tangent: I've very curious about where you're from and if those lyrics/ that phrase is a non-English euphemism translated into English? Or maybe it's like British English slang vs. American English slang? 🤔 I ask because I (an American) have always heard the phrase 'play WITH someone,' which sounds like you're treating someone/ their body like a toy/object mostly for your own amusement without any serious thought put into it, while 'play TO someone' sounds like doing something for/to someone for their own enjoyment, and to me suggests that whatever body part(s) involved is more comparable to an instrument being played with purpose, skill and care (much more romantic!!). It's fascinating that such a small difference in wording can make such a huge difference to the mood and implications of a phrase!! (and I'm sure Sal would much prefer your version, too!) ��✨✨✨

>Thanks for putting all of these these specific thoughts in my brain, kaomoji anon!! You have officially been added to the anon signoff list 🤗✅💖

[fiddleturnips]

Bonding

This is an excerpt from a larger, incomplete chapter.

Stanley slammed the door on his way out. He didn't really have anywhere else to go, though, so he didn't go anywhere. He sat on the porch and smoked, staring at these unfamiliar Northwest mountains and thinking about how stupid it was that this dumb argument had apparently lasted decades.

Stan was on his second cigarette when Fiddleford came out. Stan didn't turn around, but he could tell it was him. His steps were trying to be heavy, but he probably weighed half what any Pines did including their Ma, and was barefoot besides. He stomped unmenacingly over and sat on the stair beside Stan.

"Can I bum one of those," he said. He was glaring out at the woods like he wanted to punch the whole mountain range in it's big stupid face.

Stan tapped one out and passed it. He shared his flame. Fiddleford took a huge drag that doubled the volume of his chest and hissed it out.

"Trouble in Paradise?" Stan joked.

"Thought I'd finally talked some sense into that man," Fiddleford snapped. "Always gotta be the smartest in the room, with his twelve cotton-pickin doctorates and his one man research grant, don't he get you can't solve everything with just smarts."

Stan suddenly decided he liked this guy. "Yeah. Yeah, it's always, oOooh, if I'm the biggest genius they ever saw then they have to crown me the king of fucking France or whatever. Everything that goes right, it's 'cause he was just better. Anything goes wrong was a fluke. Like, geeze, man, maybe if your entire future rested in a seventeen year old's ability to break the laws of physics it's the system that's the problem, y'know?"

"EXACTLY!" Fiddleford flung his arms out. It almost hit Stan in the face. "He did good in school, and I'm real happy for him, I really am! But it's like, we were in the same classes, and goshdurn it, I was better than him! So what's this magical force what makes him think everyone who didn't get where he did just didn't try hard enough?"

Fiddleford was starting to lose him now, but Stan got the impression the guy needed to vent from how loud it was coming out, so he didn't say anything.

"I tried, Doctor Stanford Pines, I tried till it almost killed me, and then I help you try til that almost kills me too! Maybe your dreams ain't worth all that!"

"Oh, yeah. And, like, maybe your dreams ain't everyone else's dream, too," Stanley said. It probably wasn't a fair thought, but it was one that came on him all the time in motels and WalMart parking lots: what the hell were dreams worth, if you went one way and he went the other and neither of you ever got to see each other again?

Fiddleford glanced over and huffed a smokey laugh. "Truth. Not sure how many daddies and doctor types need to hear that." Fiddleford wrinkled his nose. "Ack, forgot how foul these are."

"Then why'd you bum one?"

"Hoping to trick myself into thinking it was something stronger, I guess," he said, scraping out the lit end on the porch and leaving it in case Stan wanted the other half.

Stan side-eyed him. "You payin'?"

Fiddleford looked over at him in surprise. Then down.

Stan was peeking a baggie out of his inner coat pocket. It wasn't much, maybe half an ounce, and it was cheap shit. But hey. A sale's a sale.

Fiddleford didn't even ask. He just pulled a fifty, threw it at Stan, and snatched the bag. Stan passed him a box of rolling paper, and Fiddleford rolled first one, than a second, out with astonishing dexterity.

"Shit, you know your stuff."

"I had a social life in school."

He offered one to Stan, who lit them both up. Fiddleford lay back on the porch and sighed deeply.

"So. What's the story here?" Stan asked.

"Oh, Stanford's my best friend," Fiddleford said. "And as much as I hate to say it, your brother really is all that. Not only the biggest genius I ever met, but one of the best academics to boot. Brains alone don't get degrees."

"And now, uh, what's going on?"

"Oh, right. Sorry, we've been awful." Fiddleford sat up and occipied his hands by making more joints, resting his own on the stair between tokes. "Doctor Pines is here on grant money he got after groundbreaking solo research and a very impressive proof of concept at a conference a few years back. Now, I don't suppose you'd know much about academic politics, Mister Pines, but that is what we call a very big deal, especially when you look at what they gave him. And if I'm being completely frank, it's not primarily the work that's good. The man could convince the board to dig a canal in Arizona."

"What? Sixer?" Stanley laughed. He noticed, but didn't quite register Fiddleford's flinch at the name. "Guy never took a date to a school dance in his life."

"Maybe he ought've asked more funding admins."

Stanley chuckled. The weed was definitely helping.

"Anyhow, part of what he was doing here was building this big -" Fiddleford sucked from his joint, gestured lamely, lost his words - "I don't know how to describe it in plain speak. It's a doohickey."

"A doohicky."

"Portal, let's say. Real spaceman bullhockey. Let's just say, me'n him are close on the only ones as could do it, this stuff is mathematically on the edge of impossible."

"You an him, huh?"

"Oh, alright," Fiddleford said, grinning, rolling out the last of his little arts and crafts project. "Me. I'm the only one could build it. I weren't lying when I said I'm better'n him."

Stan coughed laughing. "Got a big head on your shoulders?"

"Hardly. I'm an engineer. Not an academic."

"Yeah, yeah. Smart guys. Look, I'm just a schlub."

Fiddleford's face fell. "Sorry, I don't mean that- oh, shucks, my wife always warned me I gotta watch what I say about that sort of thing. I didn't mean nothing by it. Having brains don't measure a man's worth, I know that more'n most."

"Aw, it's nothing," Stan said, made big-hearted and quick to forgive by the drugs. "You're good in my book."

Fiddleford was out of weed. He tucked what he'd made back into the bag and sealed it. When he gazed out at the woods this time, his anger had softened to irritation. "Anyway, I come out here to help him with his work. And believe me, it's good. He's got a one-of-a-kind opportunity here. But Stanford Pines is one of those Victorian types says discovery is all about taking risks, and let's just say when he takes risks I always seem to be the one who ends up with something broke."

"Aw man. I'm sorry. Seriously."

"First there was the Grenloblin, which is a horrid creature, by the way, then that cat-tannin' shapeshifter he kept as a pet even when it began to talk to us-"

"Wait, what?"

"And the gnome debacle keeps coming back to bite us, can't keep the windows sealed tight enough,"

"Gnomes?"

"And then that FUCKING demon."

Fiddleford abruptly stopped talking. He took another toke. His free hand was clenched into a shaking fist. Stan stared.

"What do you guys research, exactly?"

"Anomalies," said Fiddleford.

"Like, what, two-headed calves and shit?"

"That'd work. But Gravity Falls has gnomes."

"Little men in red hats."

"Little men in red hats."

"You're shitting me."

"I swear to you I am not."

"Don't suppose the bud went bad..."

"You'll see in the morning. I'll show you."

"You just described a bunch of dangerous shit. And also gnomes, I guess. Do I want to see it all?"

"Believe me, the most 'dangerous shit' is in this house."

Stanley, being an idiot but not that much of an idiot, was about to press him further. They were interrupted by the door, though, and his dumb brother's disapproval.

"Are you two smoking cannabis?" Ford demanded. Stanley chuckled at how much he sounded like a pearl-clutching old woman.

"Yes we are, and you're partaking," Fiddleford said, pulling out a joint. "We're making up for lost time, come on."

Stanford glared daggers. "I am not."

Fiddleford fell back on the porch, stretched his legs out in front of him, and stared upside-down up at Stanford.

"You owe meeeeeeee."

Stanford kept glaring. Then he glared at Stanley, who shrugged.

"Did you bring this?" Ford snapped.

"Technically, but I didn't offer. He asked."

Fiddleford wiggled the outstretched joint.

Stanley had no idea the look on Stanford's face was, aside from uncomfortable, but the guy relented. He stepped forward, sat as far as he could from the other two, and gingerly picked up the joint. Stan tossed him the lighter, knowing very well that he wouldn't have his own. The other boys laughed at him when he struggled to get it lit right.

"Don't worry, Doctor Pines, I'm here for you," said Fiddleford in a fond, dreamy voice.

"Very reassuring, thank you," Stanford growled.

It was endearing. It was, hell, it was cute. Despite the blow-up inside, Stan was kind of... glad? that Stanford had apparently made an actual, honest-to-god friend.

[wen-kexing-apologist]

If y'all don't stop tagging me in "list your favorite ________" challenges, I swear.....(kidding)

You know I'm indecisive and that the second I'm asked questions like this everything I have ever known or loved just falls right out of my head :'(

ANYWAY. I was tagged by @colourme-feral to name 9 favorite TV series. Nine? Not ten? Alright, whatever. Now presenting, in no particular order

wen-kexing-apologist's Top Nine Favorite TV Series

I think, much like last time where I listed my ten favorite characters AND THEN LEFT OUT PIKE MOTHERFUCKING DEXTER LIKE A GODDAMN NOOB I can't be certain I am forgetting one that I cherish greatly.

Avatar: The Last Airbender

I'm putting this first because A:TLA was a show I watched live in my youth and I remember running the hating Zuko to loving Zuko gauntlet in real time.

But seriously, you can't give me the single greatest redemption arc written in human history and not expect me to cradle this show close to my chest for the rest of my life.

There are so many shows we grow up with that we remember fondly and that in the grand scheme of things aren't that good, protected by young minds and nostalgia AND THIS ISN'T ONE OF THEM.

Seriously my poor mother has had to listen to hours worth of rambling about the incredibly strong adult themes, three dimensional characters, and conversations around war and the portrayal of no one society as inherently evil from both of her children.

This is my boy and I will love him until the end of time, I'm sorry that I hated you when we first met. In my defense the narrative compelled me to do so.

Sense8

Queer, sex positive, beautifully crafted, orgies as a symbol of human connection, the way the world is so small and that people from all over the world have skills that are valuable, that save lives, that are needed and necessary. Humanity and complexity given to people involved in the drug trade, humanity and complexity given to drug users, humanity and complexity given to gang members, humanity and complexity given to prisoners. Love, loss, tragedy, trauma, trans joy, throuple, couple and whatever the fuck Daniella is doing, one really good weed brownie curing transphobia.

The ending wasn't perfect but that isn't the Wachowski Sister's fault, it was Netflix's fault.

I Told Sunset About You/I Promised You The Moon

This show, especially I Told Sunset About You, may be the single most emotional a show has ever made me. I think I cried four times per episode for ITSAY, the only time I didn't cry four times was Episode 3, where foolishly I made it through 98% of the episode went "this edible ain't shit I don't know why everyone is so emo about Ep 3, it's been the most mild so far" AND THEN FUCKING BAM

Teh with the steel fucking chair!

When I tell you I spent hours, numb, staring up at the ceiling?? It's not an exaggeration.

When I tell you I thought about this scene for more than three and immediately burst into tears??? It's not an exaggeration.

This show altered my brain chemistry, this show altered my DNA, this show was so fucking good and ruined me so thoroughly that I wasn't even able to make my brain come up with things to analyze.

in this show, WHERE THERE IS SO MUCH THERE TO ANALYZE. I am making a friend watch it right now so I'm hoping I will have more to contemplate and talk about as I rewatch it now that the emotional impact has softened.

Moonlight Chicken

Look no further than my Gay Meta Masterpost pinned to my page to understand why I love this show so much. It is gorgeous, it handles the subject of disability well, it's the show that got me to start posting meta and as a result it is the show that got me all the friends I have on tumblr now.

This show is perfect, the acting is spectacular, the inherent queerness that runs through the narrative, THE LIGHTING. Aof knocked it out of the motherfucking park with this one.

The Eclipse

Folks let me tell you what happens when you go from Not Me to The Eclipse...

you fall desperately in love with First Kanaphan Puitrakul and his masterful acting ability. I love this show so much. P'Golf had things to say and she was not afraid to say it. The queer characters got to be complex and messy and wrong sometimes, none of the main characters were morally superior, they all contributed to maintaining the system, they all helped harm other queer people. This show was made with pocket change and a dream and it gave me two of my favorite kisses in BL, one of my favorite stories in BL, and my sweet summer child

my beloved Baby War Criminal who is my favorite character ever in BL. Look at him. He is under so much pressure. GOD I LOVE THIS SHOW. And I love Thua too.

Our Flag Means Death

Setting aside the problematic fans, I watched this show eleven times. It was one of the only shows I'd seen where every couple was queer, I love how gradually the writing team was able to move this show from comedy to something more serious, I love the way Stede returned home only to find that he had been forever changed, I love the way Blackbeard was on his way to grieving and healing with healthy coping mechanisms, and the commentary the show gave on how exposure to toxic masculinity and internalized/externalized homophobia (in the form of Izzy) can alter that course. I love that traditional roles and expectations are subverted in this show. That Pete and Lucius are in love, that Olu gets thrown around by Jim, that the show allows for an older queer person to both realize his sexuality and experience his first queer love.

And also

it introduced me to one of the first nonbinary characters I had seen on screen. Jim Jimenez you can murder me whenever you wish, it would be my absolute honor.

What We Do in The Shadows

For one, it's hilarious

For two, Jackie Daytona exists.

For three

It gave me Guillermo de la Cruz, the sexiest motherfucker alive.

The Owl House

Queer, neurodivergent representation????? In my TV show??????? A main plot point being around the all consuming nature of white supremacy and religious zeal. Hunter? Dear sweet, awkward, traumatized Hunter? RAINE MOTHERFUCKING WHISPERS?!

Listen, I'm a simple bitch, okay? You put an enby in my television and I will be forced to stan.

I mean look at them!

Word of Honor

*points to username*

If I didn't put WoH on here I would have to give up rights to my username.

This is the show that started me on the BL spiral and having read the novel, I have to say that I have never seen a show change a character and expand upon a story as well as Word of Honor has.

The sex appeal, the swagger, and the lowkey unsettling obsession The Scorpion King has in the TV show compared to the book?

Expert execution of fundamentally and fully changing source text. The costumes are gorgeous and the way I was driven to the brink of insanity by how gay this show was despite censorship is truly unmatched. I know censorship can dampen a queer story experience, but damned if i didn't go feral and say "I can't believe they got away with that" at every given opportunity.

And

It gave me my beloved Adult War Criminal, Wen Kexing, who as we all know, has never done anything wrong in his life, ever.

___

Bonus Round:

aka shows that I haven't or that haven't finished yet so I am contractually obligated not to put them on a list.

180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us

I have two episodes left, it is absolutely killer, and if it continues to be as strong as it is this will be a 10/10 show for me and join the ranks of my favorites. This show is driving me mad with both hands and barriers and I need everyone to know that.

La Pluie

There are three episodes left for this to go wrong which is the only reason why I haven't put it on the list. But similarly to 180 Degrees, if it continues the way it is going now this will be a 10/10 show for me and join the ranks of my favorites. I LOVE what they are doing to subvert the soulmate trope. It is a masterpiece so far and I need more people to be watching this.

Tagging:

@solitaryandwandering, @ranchthoughts, @wanderlust-in-my-soul, @so-much-yet-to-learn, and @neuroticbookworm

Your choice whether to participate or not and apologies if you have already been tagged.

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Malleus Draconia Lab Coat Personal Story: Part 2

"Allow me to reward you"

(Part 1) Part 2

[Courtyard]

Deuce: So, Draconia-senpai. You called me out where no one might see us… What is it you want?

Malleus: …

Deuce: I don't know what I did to offend you, but… I ain't gonna run away just 'cause you're older than me!

Deuce: I'll take on this fight, no prob! Let's let our fists do the talking, 'til only one of us is left standing!

Deuce: Come on!! Let's go already!!

Malleus: Spade. Look at this.

Deuce: Hell yeah, if you need me to look at somethin', I'll look at it, sure, come at me!

Deuce: …Wait, huh? Look? …At what?

Malleus: Why are you standing there like that? Hurry and put out your hand.

Deuce: Ah, yes, sir…

Malleus: …This thing that I've handed you is something very precious to me. However, it was sprayed in water, and it no longer functions.

Malleus: I would like you to repair it.

Deuce: What, you weren't calling me out for a fight…? Wait, repair it!? Me!?

Deuce: Wh-Why me?

Malleus: Diamond told me that you know a thing or two about these sorts of devices.

Deuce: But, it's not like I can fix anything too complicated like that…

Malleus: I am telling you that I am relying on you to fix it. Or, are you saying you will not do it?

Deuce: …

Deuce: …I mean, I don't know if I can fix it without trying, I guess. But…

Deuce: But I'm being asked to try by a Dorm Leader from another dorm.

Deuce: If I refuse here, then that'll tarnish the Heartslabyul name. I will try my best.

Malleus: Good response. Thank you.

Deuce: …Besides, it'd probably be better to make you happy versus incur your wrath, so.

Malleus: Fufu, I do not care what your reasoning is, as long as you fix it. …So, what do we do first?

Deuce: You said it got water on it, right? If so, then the first thing we need to do is dry it out.

Deuce: I wonder… What's going on inside this thing?

Deuce: I want to open up the lid, but I don't have a screw driver. Guess I'll have to try using something else.

Malleus: How dexterous… You opened that small lid quite quickly.

Deuce: I just used a box cutter to unscrew it, it's not really anything worth being impressed over.

Malleus: Is that so? I am not familiar with this kind of detailed work. It would be simple for me if it were something magical, however.

Deuce: Ah, then, could I ask you to use wind or fire magic? If you did, it'd dry faster.

Malleus: A simple request.

[Malleus casts fire and wind magic]

Deuce: Wha― Both wind and fire magic at the same time!? I can't believe you can whip out two different types of magic at once like that…

Deuce: And wait, it doesn't have to be as strong as a tornado or anything! I feel like I'm gonna be blown away too…!

Malleus: I didn't think I put too much power into it…

Deuce: Weaker! Please try to make it a gentle breeze! Slowly, gently!

Malleus: Slowly, hm. …How is this?

Deuce: Yes, this is better… Whew, that scared me. How much am I gonna have to practice to be able to use magic like you do?

Malleus: Practice…? That is a difficult question. My life has always revolved around magic.

Malleus: In my hometown of Briar Valley, it is rare to come across devices that are purely mechanical. Most are magical devices.

Deuce: You're not saying that you were born being able to do this level of magic, were you…?

Malleus: I wonder. My childhood was quite a time ago, so I do not remember well.

Malleus: However, magic relies on familiarity. Regardless of your actual magical power, the more you use it, the better you will be at handling it. There is no question about that.

Deuce: Yes, sir. …I'll make sure to do my best, too.

Deuce: …Ah, I think it's pretty dry now? Please stop your magic.

Malleus: How does it look, will you be able to repair it?

Deuce: As far as I can see, it doesn't look like there's no other issues with it. I'll close the lid and we can see how it goes.

Deuce: Here you go. …How is it?

Malleus: …

Malleus: It works!

Deuce: Great! I'm glad it's fixed!

Malleus: You did well, Spade. Thank you.

Deuce: I mean, it's not like any of the parts were broken, so it was pretty easy…

Malleus: No need to be modest. Right, allow me to reward you.

Deuce: Reward…? Eh, wait, is this one of those rare ores they say can only be found in Briar Valley…!?

Malleus: Is it not enough? Then, I shall provide more…

Deuce: No, sir! If anything, it'll be hard to deal with just this…

Malleus: You fixed something quite precious to me. This reward is the least I could do.

Malleus: Ah, I must feed it now.

Malleus: Goodbye, Spade. Thank you for today.

Deuce: Y-Yes, sir. Thanks for trusting me.

[Malleus disappears]

Deuce: …And he's gone! Man, he's really a strange guy.

Deuce: …"Feed it," huh. Yeah, it was beeping non-stop after turning it back on, I guess.

Deuce: But I didn't think that that Malleus Draconia's "precious thing" would be…

Deuce: Feed it, raise it! What kind of pet will it grow into? Gao Gao Drago-kun!

Deuce: ...Wasn't that the small pocket pet game that was super popular when I was a little kid?

Deuce: That takes me back… Pretty sure I had one on my keychain that I'd walk around and raise, too.

Deuce: For him to care that much for a kid's toy like that… Draconia-senpai's really a puzzle.

(Part 1) Part 2

[pjplayground]

One Smart Dino

OMG... a new character bio after literal months? Yes! Finally!

Bio: Alphys usually acts cold and callus towards new people. This is most likely a defense response from her home life. Her older sister, Hollie-Ann, is favored by her parents due to her status as the "good religious girl" with a promising future as a housewife, compared to Alphys... Wanting a career in a field deemed "masculine" by her family - that being science, she typically gets her fair share of lectures and looks from her family who want to convince her to change her mind. She ain't budgin', though.

Basic Info Full Name: Alphys Dorothy Hollens Nicknames: Dotty (by her mother only; she hates this name) Age: 17 Height: 5'6" Gender Identity: Cisgender (female, she/her) Sexual Orientation: Homosexual Medical Issues: Nearsightedness Can't Leave the House Without: Headband, glasses, microfiber cloth

Relationships Goliath - Father, prefers to not talk to him Kiki - Mother, tolerable compared to her father Hollie-Ann - Sister, unaware of the damage being done Undyne - Crush, admires from afar Cil - Friend, bonded over shared feelings towards their respective older siblings Fresh - Best friend, since middle school, baby! Paperjam - Acquaintance, lab partners in science class

Miscellaneous Little Facts - While all fields of science are fascinating to her, she's particularly interested in robotics. - Her mother gave her the middle name "Dorothy" as per a family tradition for the second born. - Alphys wears the arm covers solely for the twisted gratification of pissing off her parents. - Speaking of, her parents are VERY traditional. Meaning she has to keep her homosexuality hidden from them. - I struggled hard on her color palette, until I discovered Fairy Grunge, and I was in love with the harmony of colors. - The butterfly-like jewels hanging off of her shirt collar are a family heirloom. Her sister has the pink ones. - Currently, she's working on a prototype robot which she hopes will be able to be her lab assistant. - She really only talks to PJ during science class, but they have deep and interesting conversations when they are together. Recently they've been discussing ancient artifacts. - Alphys has dexterity with her tail. She taught herself this skill because she needed extra help in her lab. - Her "lab" is just her cluttered desk in her room. - She eats ramen way more than she'd like to admit. She knows it's not healthy, you don't gotta lecture her... - Anime has become her escape from her shitty reality. - Alphys has gone through the most drastic changes throughout development of this project. At first she was shy and sweet, then angry and done with everything, and now she's just defensive, but an overall good person. - With that previous point being said, every time her mother calls her Dotty she wants to murder someone.

[blackypanther9]

Dad…? – Dad!William x Son!Reader

So, I got inspired by the FNaF fan game called "The Glitched Attraction" and I thought I could write a small Oneshot. I am not back sadly, my motivation is low and I have been gone for a while now, but as I promised I will post drafts and small things I still have not published. This is an Au of mine where Gregory ain't a robot but is related to the Afton Family. I know about the Theories and all, but I just wanted to make it a bit more wholesome. Please don't kill meh. Q-Q

Dexter is Reader

Dexter got a message about a challenging game. So far he made it, but he doubted that is friend texted him. Alex, his best bud, wrote him about this FNaF attraction thing. There were 7 stages and they all were kinda like an escape room game.

Dexter only gave it a try, because he hoped to find his long missing Father. With his Brother, Michael, gone…he was the only one to find his Father. Michael died in the Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza Place location, his own restaurant, because it was light on fire. He didn’t make it out in time… Just like Uncle Henry Emily.

Dexter wants his Dad back… Since he was gone, Dexter’s life went downhill. His Girlfriend left him, admitting that she just wanted into his Dad’s pants for money, he had a cat that his Father gifted him that died unexpectedly, Evan didn’t make it through his Coma and died, the house he inherited is getting very expensive, Dexter just recently lost his job too and now Michael is…gone too.

Mike had more luck then Dexter, which Dexter was jealous about. Mike had a child. Sadly Dexter found out that his Girlfriend threw the boy out and he couldn’t find him anywhere, otherwise he would have taken care of his Nephew…

Dexter felt like a failure since his Father went missing.

He ran out of the room from Michael’s Pizzeria replica.

“Scraptrap still sits there…good.”, Dexter murmured and rushed outside.

He had REPEL on the whole time to keep Scrapbaby away from him. He heard the vents and he quickly ran to the right one and pulled the lever multiple times to flash Molten Freddy. After he left, Dexter ran back inside and put the last 2 pieces of the flyer together. He let Helpy look over it and after he cheered another door opened and he quickly grabbed the chain cutter and ran like the Devil was chasing him.

He quickly cut the chains on the doors and then pushed them open. Then he ran for it and soon reached 2 doors to an underneath location. He opened them and climbed down the latter.

“What is this…?”

Dexter followed the walls and looked if any door opened, but nope…that was until the last one at the end of the hall. It opened and a beeping filled his ears. He went inside the room and looked around.

‘What the hell is this…?’

Dexter looked to his right and saw a big container looking thing standing there.

‘Is this a Lab ?’

He went over to the Computer and turned off the beeping that was caused because of Human Motion. Then he read 3 things…

‘Blueprints…Bin and…rem.dco…What is that ?’

He clicked on the rem.doc and read it.

“A body…Remnant…The fuck…?”, he whispered confused.

Then he remembered the terrifying Video from the tape that he found in the secret lab in the Warehouse and the instructions on the white boards.

He clicked it off and then read the Blueprints, which shocked him. Then the Human Motion turned on again. Dexter stepped away from the Computer, someone grabbed the back of his head and he turned around. He saw a white bunny mascot with red eyes and it swung a Baseball bat at his head.

He groaned and fell down, dazed.

It grabbed him and then started to drag him. After he came to, he saw an Endo Skeleton and on the other side he saw the Charging Station he read about. He saw a bunny looking Animatronic in there. Then the Rabbit appeared in his face again with a knife.

It prepared everything to take his life, until the rabbit let out a screech and pointed at itself and then at Dexter. The white Bunny left Dexter be and then filled the Charging Station with red smoke.

‘Is that Remnant ?’

Then the doors opened and out stepped the Rabbit, chuckling darkly. It had a dead body with itself and Dexter gulped, then took a closer look at the Animatronic and he gasped.

He shakily stood up.

“Springbonnie ?”, Dexter asked and pointed at the broken Animatronic.

It stopped and stared at him. It cooked its head and nodded.

“But…how…? Father said he destroyed you since the bite… WAIT ! Do you perhaps know where Dad is ?”, Dexter asked.

It only cooked its head further.

“You know… your Creator ? William Afton ? Do you know where he is ? I have been searching him for years now… Michael wouldn’t help me find him and now he is dead. I am the only one remaining…”

The Animatronic stared at Dexter with wide eyes and its head was straightened again.

“Dext..er ?”, it asked.

“Yes ! It’s me. Father missed out on a lot since he was gone… Who even was the unfortunate fellow in the suit ?”

The white Rabbit looked at the broken one.

“Boss ?”, it said.

Dexter looked at the white rabbit.

“So cool ! You are a female ?! Wow ! It is so rare to meet a female being a killer. Most of them scream like babies and run. It is so cool meeting woman that aren’t like such pussies.”

“You’re not scared ?”, she asked.

“Scared ? Nope. Dad was a Murderer too. He swore he would never hurt me and Mike though. At least he did murder after Evan was bit by Fredbear and in the hospital…He went totally insane after that. Michael never forgave himself for that accident. That was why he tried to undo what Father did, setting every soul free and then go down with the ship himself. But…I guess he forgot about this guy there. Still sad that he never had time to help me search Father…”

“Your Father was William Afton ?”

Dexter nodded then pointed at the broken Rabbit.

“Yes and he always told me that Springbonnie will know where Dad is. It was hard to recognize him, but the mask says it all with the structure. I thought Dad got rid of him, which was saddening to me… I loved Springy…”

“Springy ?”

“I called him that for short. You know before the bite, Springbonnie always walked around and entertained kids, without being in Costume mode. He was so good programmed by Dad that he almost had his own consciousness and we always talked and hung out when we could. He liked my Nickname for him.”, Dexter said smiling.

Then he frowned.

“He was my only friend…”

“William never was inside him when you talked with him ?”

Dexter chuckled.

“I knew when he was in there and when he wasn’t. Springy acted very funny when Dad was inside him. Sure he gave Springbonnie his voice, but Springy acted way cooler without Dad inside him. There was always a huge difference when Dad wore him.”

“Did he know ?”

“Nope… Well actually he did, but in the past he tried to tell me that I was just imagining it. But even after I was 10 years old he still acted like he had his own mind, so yeah… I think Springy actually had his own consciousness at some point.”

Then he turned to the broken rabbit again and smiled a sad smile.

“Sometimes he even told me that he would do anything just to see the outside world for once. It is sad that someone possesses him now, but I hope his tracker still works so I can find out where Father is.”

The broken rabbit went to Dexter’s direction and stopped as he was right in front on him.

“It’s….meeee.”, he said.

Dexter cooked his head in confusion.

“Eeeehhh ? I know that you are Springbonnie…”

“He means that he is William Afton.”, the white bunny said.

Dexter’s eyes widened and his head snapped to the white bunny.

“EEEEHHHH ?! WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN ?! DAD IS A FURRY NOW ?!”

The bunny giggled while the broken one didn’t look amused.

“Well, as soon as he went missing he was dead and inside Springbonnie, which turned into Springtrap at some point and then into Scraptrap. Now his name is Burntrap.”

Dexter stared at the bunny.

“Wait…so you weren’t kidding ? That is Dad in there ?”

She nodded.

Dexter slapped his hand over his mouth and then looked back at Burntrap.

“Holy shit….Dad…I’m so sorry. If I would have known sooner I would have taken you home when I visited Fazbear’s Fright that day ! I didn’t know ! I swear ! I didn’t recognize you at all ! But…wait…Mike…Did he know ?!”

Burntrap nodded.

“Why…why didn’t he TELL me ?! He knew I was looking for you !”

“Him and Mr. Emily planned to send him to hell, because he killed the Missing Children and Charlie Emily.”

Dexter started to sob and looked away.

“WHAT THE FUCK ?! WHAT A HYPOCRITE ! HE KNEW JUST AS MUCH AS ME THAT DAD LOST IT AFTER EVAN ! NO NEED TO BURN FATHER FOR THAT !”

Burntrap opened his arms and came closer to Dexter, intending to hug him, but Dexter backed away alarmed, with wide eyes. That hurt William.

“Don’t come any closer ! I am crying, what were you thinking ?! You could set off the Springlocks again !”, Dexter scolded him sobbing and sniffling.

“They won’t. I made sure of it.”, the white bunny said.

“Are you sure, Lady ?”

“It’s Vanny and yes. I am sure.”

“O-okay…”

With that he came closer to Burntrap and hugged him tightly. He hugged his Son back and Dexter balled his eyes out right then and there. Burntrap looked at Vanny.

“Illusion…..disk….please…”, he got out.

She nodded and rushed off to get him one.

“Your Voice Box is utter shit.”, Dexter said lightly.

“Not….properly….fixed….”

Dexter sighed and parted from Burntrap. He sniffled and wiped away his tears. He then looked at his chest and saw the Voice box. He instantly saw the problem.

“The red wire is loose and the blue one is slightly snapped… I can fix it for you. Also the black cable and the yellow one are switched into the wrong places.”

He nodded and then Dexter started to fumble on it. He stuck the red one fully into the voice box. Then he got out some cable tape from his right pocket and fixed the blue one and made sure it is inside the voice box properly and then he switched the black and yellow cable around and stuck them into their right places.

His hands were oily as he pulled them out, but he couldn’t give two shits. He smiled at his Dad.

“Done. Try to talk now !”

“I am surprised that you know how to fix a Voice box…Thank you, Son.”, Burntrap said.

“You have no idea how many times I secretly worked on Springy behind your back. He guided me with his voice box the first 3 times and then when it was really broken I knew instantly how to fix it or even replace it. I always helped and wanted you to have less stress at work to deal with. I saw how much sleep you lost and how little you ate. I was worried sick and Springy’s voice box bugged out and broke a lot. So I helped !”

Burntrap stared at Dexter in surprise.

“You are right. I never knew you even worked on him at all. Thank you again then… I always thought Henry did the fixing, because I knew that Springbonnie broke down a lot. It was suspicious that it suddenly was supposed to have stopped.”

Dexter smirked and then Vanny came back with an illusion disk. Burntrap took it and put it on himself. It activated and suddenly Burntrap was looking like William Afton.

He had chocolate brown hair, white eyes, black dress shoes and pants and a purple jacket on. His hair was middle long and done in a low pony tail. He smiled at Dexter.

“I am so glad I at least found you now.”, Dexter said, but there was sadness in it.

William grew concerned.

“What happened, Son ?”

“Well…After you were missing…everything went down… My Girlfriend admitted that she just wanted to get into your pants and left, Michael’s friends blamed Mike for the prank even though it was Mark’s idea and they left him all alone, Mike became depressed and saw it his mission to set everyone free that possessed an Animatronic to redeem himself for accidently hurting Evan, Evan died 2 days after you went missing he died of a heart attack, after 4 months of you being gone…Tiger died all of a sudden, the house you made me inherit was suddenly getting very difficult to hold, because I got fired from my job for no reason all of a sudden and then Mike died… There wasn’t anything good that happened since you left, to make me feel a little bit different than just grief and self hate…”

William’s eyes were wide in utter shock at all these news.

“Michael never had time for me, so I suffered in silence and alone. No one to turn to. And then…I was in Circus Baby’s Entertainment and Rental and repaired Baby, thinking maybe I can use your Animatronics to make money to keep the house and property…and I found Elizabeth inside it, rotten, mangled corpse. I told Mike and he burned the whole place down, claiming that Lizzy possessed CB most possibly… So there went my idea with the other way of getting income.”

William’s eyes held a lot of shock and sympathy.

“I tried to ask Mike if I can use Afton Robotics, which he inherited from you, to make my own Animatronics, but he said no and I couldn’t sway his mind either… I was too qualified for most jobs, which was why no one wanted me and for other jobs I was too under qualified. So I am stuck. Mike had more luck than me in Family though… He has a Son…but his Girlfriend kicked him out and I can’t find the boy… I wanted to take him under my wing. Sure I am very poor right now, but he is still Family. But I can’t find him. Fazbear Entertainment opened a new location, called The Mega Pizzaplex… Maybe there I can find the boy.”

“What’s his name ?”, William asked.

“Gregory Bill Afton.”

“Bill is one of my nicknames…”

“He loved you just as much as I did. I am not sure if he burned you to punish you or if he tried to set you free, but he still named the boy like this. And he said he doesn’t regret it.”

William sighed and then looked at Vanny.

“We have an Underground tunnel that leads to the Pizzaplex. Let us go and search for Gregory.”

Dexter smiled brightly and hugged his Father tighter.

“Thank you, Dad !”

“Always, Son.”

With that they made their way to the Pizzaplex underground.

[zonecode]

@emptyzone Woe.

     She's here and gone like a flash of greased lightning.

     Ah, there was nothing like a little bit of wanton destruction to get an overactive mind off of troubling thoughts spiraling out of control. As the crash of thunder rolled through the city, crashes of cars being flipped onto their heads would blare with horns of pointless alarms. Trust and believe, it was hard to miss the green blaze of devastation wrecking everything that did or did not cross its line of fire.

     Hanging streetlights were forced to blare at their brightest as a jumping arc of electricity made contact and infected its newest target. Glass-shattering, shock-inducing. Both by the most literal of terms, and by the scattering crowd jumping out of the lime-green locomotive's way to not get bowled over. GANGWAY! COMIN' THROUGH! Pfft, as if a warning was given to any of these nobodies.

     Zap a tree and get a good fire started, or just twirl around in a circle and create a vortex of air to collect the stray citizen not fast enough to run inside and hide. Watch'em scream and suffer as their worlds are taken for a whirl, only to cut the spin cycle short and let momentum to the rest of the work. This way and that, the people popped like buttered kernels! Where they landed? Nobody cared~!

     No, it's only as some secondary rumble demanded that a conscious busy cackling to itself crystallize on the world around her. Uh... were the aftershocks of her city-wide tour already starting to drum up? She was almost certain that one wasn't her. A mess of the place had already been made, but that earthen grumble seemed... greater. Something far larger, something like...

     Something like an entire building falling toward her person, a shadow drenching the tenrec in overhanging shade.

     ...Okay! Guess it was time to juice it! Yellow streaks are told to double-time it, she wasn't getting hit with another building if she could help it. She's durable, (DURABLE ain't the word, she's damn near INVINCIBLE) but it still hurts like hell to have one of those fall on you. Bricks and stones are dodged like raindrops from an overhead storm, a surge of lightning tears by the side to zig-zag a dexterous sprint up an abandoned building its fallen brother was seconds away from collapsing into.

     Ride that momentum until it sputtered and died, then punch it in the side and tell it to keep going. Faster, FASTER. It's a vertical climb as the road beneath the tenrec's fleeting feet is reduced to dust and destroyed concrete behind her. Higher, straight to the top! Windows are one-use stepping stones that shatter slower than the treads on her shoes can leave them, a cacophonous chorus of urban debris singing out in pain as the burst of light reaches its zenith.

     She jumps, her side of the building road running out of track, the complex's roof reached. Lightning strikes upward, only for its bolt to fling in an upside-down pendulum's swing. She arcs, it's like the bridge of a rainbow bounding from one building to another. One final crash beneath as an ivory surge flies above the ocean of demolition.

     She lands. A finger pointed at the only person crazy enough to be standing so close to a building just demolished. If there's anyone to cast this new gout of rage onto, it oughta be her.

     "YOU DAMN NEAR DROPPED A BUILDING ON ME! Forget you causin' more of a ruckus than me in this deadbeat, run-down, hole-in-the-wall city, we'll get to THAT after I'm done BEATIN' ON YOU. Howza'bout I throw you through a couple building's more as a little bit'a PUNISHMENT." You're dead meat, girlie.

[paramorearchived]

October 18, 2009

Transcript:

sick day

i'm taking the day off.... i mean, we already have a day off today but I'm really taking it off. guys, i think i'm getting old! i should be out on the town, tearing up the streets... shopping on Newbury. anything! or maybe i should stop making myself feel guilty for having some time to myself?

anyhoooo, tonight we're trying to organize a full on tour hangout. so these hours all alone are precious!

the tour keeps getting better and better. we're only, what, 5 shows in!? it's my favorite tour ever. i love the show, i love the bands we're out with, i love seeing you guys go nuts. it's all perfect. there couldn't have been a better way to put out the record and promote it. in fact, it's been so easy and so much fun that it doesn't really seem real. everyone's stoked on it from our friends to our label... and we're so proud of it! and the year's just going to keep getting better... cause after this we're heading overseas and we're bringing Paper Route with us again. and we'll have some of my good friends: Now, Now Every Children... along with our long time buddies in YOUMEATSIX. this whole year is turning into one big hang session. i like it.

Halloween is pretty much here. and we get to be home for it this year! it'll be nice to decorate my place and bake weed brownies for all the neighbors kids. JUST KIDDING. omg.. hahah it was word vomit! it ain't happening. i mean, i can't even bake regular brownies. so anyways. i still haven't figured out who or what i wanna be. what are you guys doin? i'd love to see some costumes! maybe i'll just shave my head for halloween... and say i'm sinead o'connor. easy right?

and speaking of scary sorts of things... who's caught up on Dexter? i'm up to episode 3 of season 4.

and another scary thing. the Scream Awards. we're actually nominated for "Decode"! i want to go so bad but obviously, we're on the other side of the country. honestly, i dunno who i want to win... us, Jace Everette for "Bad Things" - the theme from True Blood, or They Might Be Giants for the "Other Father Song" from Coraline! there's some gnarly competition. but vote away, if you'd like. check out all the songs, while you're at it: http://www.spike.com/blog/scream-2009-song-of/87706

i love horror cinema so much. we may not ever be nominated again but i'll attend the Scream Awards one day.

okay, i gotta go eat. you guys be good!!! see you at the show tomorrow, Boston :)

hayley

[anyathefandom]

To Those Fortunate Enough chapter 30:

@burned-lariat

So val and the gang are trying to find Charlotte in the boarding school and this happens🙈

"Excuse me?"

Valentin whipped his head around, his focus locking onto the nun that appeared behind him.

"Yes?" Valentin cleared his throat, stiffening his posture.

"Are you lost?"

A cursed memory resurfaces in my brain:

"Can I say something?"

"Of course," Laura nodded gently.

"You look like my grandmother."

"Do I?"

"Yes. You both have the same sweet face, you even sound the same."

Me:

He slowly opened his eyes, blinking rapidly as he took in the bright white around him. An old woman entered his view, looking down at him with a smirk. She was dressed in a sleek, shiny suit, a matching silver blazer and pencil skirt

"Good, you're awake," she said, her voice lilted and polished.

Me:

"My mother," Dex replied shakily, his eyes stinging with tears.

"What happened to her?"

"She…she died…"

"How?"

"...Her mother shot her," Dex looked down at the woman, a sharp glare in his eyes. The woman tilted her chin up at him, a smirk slowly forming on her face.

"That's a shame," the woman ran a hand across his back ever-so-slowly. Dex felt his spine stiffen at the contact, "A mother leaving her child in such a manner is unspeakable."

Me: One thing will remain true about Helena whether she's dead or Alive she's gonna Girlboss Gaslight Gatekeep.😂

"Back off…grandmother."

"Oh, sweet Dexter, I'm afraid I can't do that," Helena drew closer, "You see, I've spent years trying to track you and your bastard father down, aiming to right a wrong that occurred 25 years ago. I've dreamed of the day where I get to see the light in your eyes, the light that cruelly ensnared my daughter, leave. That day has finally come."

Me: Helena really ain't shit because girlie is already dead but she still want this boy to die because Irina decided to keep him.😭🙈

"You would've killed a baby if it meant getting your way…" Dex shook his head, "What did I ever do to you?"

"You exist," Helena licked her lips, "Though, for what it's worth, I wasn't going to kill you even when I confronted your mother about you."

"...What were you going to do?"

"As Victor established, you're quite a reliable vessel of life. I could've used some spare parts."

Me: I-

Narrator: The woman was too stunned to speak.

"They're pulling you out. They must think you're stable enough to wake up…that or they think your time is up."

The bright world began to flicker around them. Neither person moved, taking it all in. Dex looked one last time at Helena, waiting for her to grab him. Instead, she stood still, her eyes sharp and locked in.

"You failed," he said.

"On the contrary, it appears it's not your time quite yet," she replied with a smile, "but I haven't failed, and I won't fail. When it's finally time for you to go to Hell, I'll be waiting, and then I'll finally have my way with you. Just you wait, Dexter. Just you wait."

Me: Oh she's biiiiiter🙈

His eyes fluttered open ever-so-slowly, drifting to his right. The more his vision improved, the clearer Wallace appeared to him. He felt his father's thumb run against his cheek, and the weight of everything that’s happened was just beginning to set in.

"Mein schöner Sohn…," Wallace cooed, beaming with relief, "willkommen zurück."

Translation: My beautiful son...welcome back.

Me: Well at least my got to wake after enduring the emotional hell Helena was putting him through.😂

Sidenote: the way you stayed true to how much of an callous ice queen Helena is.���