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robinette-green · 9 months ago

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TW: Blood/nose-bleeds

How would Sun and Moon (both human and animatronic) feel/react to the reader having nose-bleeds?? Especially when it’s the first time they see reader have ‘em. As someone who has a lot of them, and quite frequently too, I have wondered about this, quite a lot

And I’ll completely understand if you don’t want to answer, this is (in many ways) a weird question, I’m just curious is all

I don’t think it’s a weird question! (I used to get nose bleeds a lot when I was younger so I know how it goes 😅)

Human Sun (Solaris): He’d panic. Depending on the AU, Solaris usually has a handkerchief on him and would fumble for it frantically before gently taking MC’s face into his hands and holding the kerchief to their nose all the while babbling about how everything would be alright.

“A-AH! Hold on! I have a-! Here it is! Here! Keep your head down! It’ll be okay! Promise! Did you hit your nose? What happened? Everything’s going to be alright! W-we’ll get the bleeding to stop and then get you cleaned up! Oh dear.”

(Meanwhile MC probably had it handled and is bemused at Solaris’s panic.)

Animatronic Sun: This Sun would also panic. Rays shooting out in shock before pulling in in destress. He’s got tissues for when the little ones have runny noses and would scramble to get them.

“DEWDROP! Y-you’re bleeding! I’ve got- I have! Where did I put them! Here! Oh! Try not to get any blood on the floor! Tilt your head forward! Come sit over here! It’s okay! Are you okay? It’ll be okay!”

(Sun’s biggest worry is you but he’s also a little concerned about any blood that gets on anything. It is a bio hazard)

Human Moon (Lucien): He’s panicking but doing his best not to let it show. Lucien would probably take MC’s face into his hands and look for any damage or distress before finding something to stanch the flow of blood.

“What have you done to yourself. Come here, let me see.” He’d use a calm voice and if MC was upset he’d provide forehead kisses and murmur reassurances.

Actually he’d probably provide forehead kisses anyway. His silly little starlight started to bleed out of nowhere.

Animatronic Moon:

I wrote a little bit about Animatronic Moon handling a Reader nose bleed in A Door You’re Unable to Close (though it’s brought on by MC slamming face first into a play structure)

I’ll slip that down below.

I cowered on the floor, hands clamped over my ears as Sun struggled and screamed, his shift over to Moon a painful one as Sun fought to prevent it.

It took longer than I would have liked to kick myself to move. Sun's scream turned into a growl as I forced my legs underneath me and scrabbled at the floor to pull myself into a run.

"You're up past your bedtime."

I didn't chance a look as I ran for the closest play structure. Moon's voice was as raspy and creepy as it was in the game. There was a faint red glow behind me, then with an evil giggle, it was suddenly gone as Moon, presumably, using his cord to lift into the air.

Dashing across the floor to the nearest play set, Moon dropped in front of me, and I had to skid to a stop and change directions.

I could barely see the padded floor before me in the dark, so I didn't see the kiddie chair set to the side until I'd tripped over it.

I was sent flying into one of the plastic walls of a play structure with a yelp. Smacking into it face first, pain rocketed up my nose accompanied by a metallic smell.

This was pathetic. I was going to be caught, and I hadn't even made it into a structure.

Slowly, I sat up, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as pain radiated from my poor nose.

A whimper left me as I lifted my hand to my nose and found that hot, sticky liquid was trickling down my face. Was that blood? Had I broken it?

Then Moon landed next to me, and I panicked, scrambling away with a pathetic panicking noise.

On my hands and knees, I dove for one of the tubes at ground level but got stuck, back hitting the top of the tube. I'd have to slide through on my stomach if I wanted to get any further, but I wasn't given the chance.

"Stop. You'll hurt yourself more."

Large hands easily halted my escape, snagging me around the middle and lifting me out of the tube and into the air.

"N-NO!" I yelped, covering my nose and squeezing my eyes shut.

Moon had caught me so easily. There'd been no chase; I'd just immediately put myself out of commission. Would he kill me now? Choke me to death like he did in some of the fan fictions I'd read? Maybe he'd take me to Vanny, and she'd kill me.

Tears were pouring down my face now, body trembling, blood dripping into my hands from my throbbing nose, convinced that this would be my end. I'd lost the game so quickly, and there were no save files I could switch to.

Carefully, the hands holding me set me down on the edge of the security desktop.

My eyes flew open, and I looked up, confused and scared, into red eyes. With a soft, comforting noise, Moon carefully pulled my hands away from my face. I struggled, but the animatronic was much too strong.

"Let me see what you've done," Moon murmured, his red eyes flicking over the tears and blood.

A flash of blue light blinded me in the dark, leaving me squinting with an afterimage left in my eyes.

"You didn't break it, but I'm sure it hurts."

I was having a really hard time processing what was going on. Moon wasn't trying to kill me. Instead, he was caring for me as though I was a small child who had had a tumble.

I did have a rather nasty tumble, but I wasn't a child.

Though I am crying like one… and my nose really hurts.

"I-if you're not going to hurt me, t-then why aren't you allowed to come out anymore?" I asked, voice muffled from my messed up nose.

Moon just stared at me. That was probably not what he'd expected me to say in this situation.

"Stay." He instructed before vanishing into the dark.

He didn't answer my question.

If Moon wasn't dangerous, why had Sun tried so hard to keep him contained? Or maybe switching between the two hurts, and that was all that was to it? But Sun seemed too nervous about the lights for that to be the only thing. I was missing something. Had something happened that made Faz co. forbid Moon from coming out with anyone in the daycare? That would explain the generators. But what had happened?

Hugging myself, I trembled on the desktop, adrenaline still coursing through my body as I came down from my scare, blood dripping onto my knees as I let it flow, not wanting the hot red gross to flow down my throat.

"Here." A paper towel was gently held to my nose, and I flinched, having not seen or heard Moon's approach.

"Head down till the bleeding stops, then we'll use a cold pack on your nose for a bit to help with the swelling."

Holding the paper towel to my nose, I did as instructed and tilted my head down. Moon was standing just to the side of me, crouched slightly, his face plate level with my head, as he reached up to rub my back with one of his massive hands comfortingly. The stars on his puffy jester pants and the little nightcap on his head were glowing faintly in the dark.

"Thanks…" I mumbled.

Moon said nothing, continuing to watch me, hand still on my back. We sat there in silence until my nose stopped bleeding, then Moon brought me the cold pack I'd been using on my shoulders.

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moonchild701 · 3 months ago

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Blue Bonfire

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Summary: Demon Dabi is summoned

Pairing: Demon!Dabi & Gen Reader

Content Warning: Drinking, Implied Death, SFW

Word Count: 666

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: Yes I did make it 666 words on purpose :D

This is for a Halloween Challenge in one of the communities here on Tumblr. I used four prompts from the challenge, plus my own for funsies, so I'll be posting every Thursday up to and including Halloween.

Prompt: Demon & Bonfire

Happy Halloween and Enjoy!💕

My Masterlist

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The cold, dark night is made bright and warm from the bonfire in the middle of the clearing, the crackles of the orange flames joining the laughter and chatter of you and your friends in the otherwise silent woods.

As a bit of R&R, you all decided to go camping out here, and what better way to enjoy camping than sitting around the bonfire telling ghost stories, drinking and being stupid. And being stupid, you all decide to play games.

Someone brings up the tale of if you're in front of a big open flame like the bonfire, and you say a demon's name three times while throwing salt into the flames, it will appear. You may feel a presence.

Some of you call bullshit, some of you refuse to participate, some of you beg them not to do it.

They do it anyway.

The one who brought it up in the first place is the one to do it. He's of course cocky about it, because well, it's just a stupid story made up to scare people. It's not like it's actually going to work.

"Dabi" he says, all drunken confidence, with a hint of playfulness, dashing salt into the flame. "Dabi." Another dash, "Dabi.", and another.

At first, nothing happens other than the flame turning slightly more yellow. The guy laughs drunkenly, swaying on his feet.

Just as someone says, "See? Bullshit.", the entire fire extinguishes, all at once, all on it's own. You all gasp and squeak and curse, and then the fire suddenly roars to life again, bigger, brighter and a brilliant blue.

You all scream.

Among the panic, someone hears something, shushing you all.

"You guys hear that?" Her voice trembles as she hopes it was just her imagination.

But now you can hear it.

A quiet but incessant clanging of metal in the silence, gradually getting louder, faster, closer.

Until it abruptly stops.

The wind howls, the flames dance wildly, slowly forming a swirling vortex in the shape of a tornado, licks of fire lashing around it. Within it, a silhouette forms, seeming to flicker; the fire seeming to burn brighter, hotter, crackling louder. You skin twinges with the heat, beads of sweat trickle down your face and neck.

And then the fire vanishes, and in its place, there stands.....something.

With the moonlight now as your only source of light, the only things visible of your new addition are the shape of long horns curved to the sky and what seems to be staples in its face glinting in the low light of the moon,

You're all petrified. Completely unable to move with the pure terror saturating your very bones.

And then you hear a laugh.

Low and deep and dark.

Sinister.

It turns your heart to ice, your lungs to ash, your brain to slush.

You feel the blood drain from your face, the tremble of your limbs, the dryness of your mouth.

This thing is very obviously not human.

As if hearing your thoughts, it's eyes snap open, and you hear one of your friends choke on a gasp.

Blue, blue, blue.

The bright azure of his eyes are gorgeous, like looking into gems, into the fire that blazed moments ago, as they seem to glow.

That terrifying gaze traces over you all oh so slowly, slitted pupils making it that more piercing, before finally landing on you.

A flicker of that pretty blue flame comes to life again in his palm, and it illuminates his features hellishly.

The light reflects off of his staples like glitter, swaths of discolored skin contrasting against the pale, unblemished skin.

Of course, the most terrifying thing, is his smile, though it seems like a stretch to even call it that, seeming more like a baring of teeth.

Wide to the point of pulling at the staples, rows of sharp teeth on display.

It's the last thing you see before all you know is heat and pain and silence.

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guapitas · 26 days ago

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The Unwinding (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Chapter Three: The King of Genovia

Read chapters one and two [:

Rated: Mature

Word Count: 4.5k

Summary: It's the first quidditch game of the term- Slytherin versus Hufflepuff- and things get active, though not particularly in the way you expected. And in the midst of it all is, of course, your new acquaintance, Draco Malfoy. (See the overarching summary for the future of this fic, here.)

Warnings: Language, kind of brutal/violent imagery? nothing too crazy but can still be a tad disturbing to picture

There are only six official quidditch matches in a single term, and twelve in one academic year. In their minimal numbers, and in the spirit of house solidarity, every game is an unavoidable event.

The cheers and roars of thousands drown into one another as you hurry up the stands and find your seat. Students, faculty, and families overflow the bleachers and just fall short of packing into each other like sardines. It only takes a couple seconds for your ears to adjust.

A dimming pink sky hovers above the benches and, further down, the giant quidditch field. High at the top of the stairs, a few rows in front of the very last, your saved spot awaits. Next to it are Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom. They’re wrapped up in matching black coats and yellow striped scarves, and a cap in the shape of a badger sits snug on Luna’s head.

“You’re here!” says Luna, beaming over at you, as you slip through the string of people and sit on the other side of Neville.

“I haven’t missed anything important, have I?” You pass down two twisted churros, nearly double the size of your forearm and dusted with sugar and cinnamon. A third one, for yourself, multifunctions as a heater for your icy hands.

Neville gives one to Luna and shakes his head. “Nothing at all; they’ve only just begun. Thanks by the way.”

Sure enough, the howls of the crowd have been following along with the rush of the game. From this distance, you can scarcely make out Cedric zipping around on his broomstick, on the lookout, and dodging any metal projectiles that plummet in his direction. On the other side of the field, and in her green uniform, Marla is the one swinging at him. Her hair is bundled up into a ponytail and whips in the wind as she dashes for a good hit.

Though in coordination with the rest of their teams, it’s clear who the stars of the show are– who have been for the past few years. Quidditch members join and leave, but for as long as you’ve attended the University– even back when Marla was a seeker, in her first year– the showdown between Marla and Cedric, Slytherin and Hufflepuff, has remained highly anticipated.

As of now, Hufflepuff is up by twenty points. You’re never entirely certain about what’s happening during a quidditch match, but you let the excitement consume you, and you tune in whenever the commentator mentions a recognizable name.

“Rinds must’ve been prepping that arm all Summer– woah, but not the aim! She just barely misses Diggory!” A third year Gryffindor broadcasts her narration of the highlights, voice booming via an amplification charm. “And Adams blocks the quaffle excellently! Hufflepuff will have to try harder than that.”

It’s a routine you’ve been through before. All you really care about is who wins and, therefore, how the rest of the night will go. Which of your friends will be the one gloating for the rest of the season? You secretly hope it’s Marla— because of Slytherin pride, of course, and how excellently she glows after a victory.

“Diggory is way too sly! I know a Snitch hates to see him coming! Where is this guy’s professional contract?”

The reality of her words nearly makes you laugh as you take a bite of the churro. You can already imagine that Cedric will bring it up later, asking the very same question. With the inevitable graduation that awaits him at the end of the year, scouts have their eyes on him for sure.

And just when you think you’ve managed to prevent the awaiting intrusion in the back of your mind, he finds a way in without even trying.

“But he’s not alone! Slytherin’s new Seeker is impossible to tie down, thee Draco Malfoy! He’s ducking and weaving and those Bludgers just can’t keep up!”

No wonder your eyes hadn’t found him yet. As announced, Draco flashes through the field in a blur, only ever slowing to get a feel for where the Snitch might be, and never for long. He’s more difficult to trace than Marla or even Cedric, but you try anyway.

The Bludgers soar in every direction, and in the midst of it all, the zip of Draco’s broomstick darts him upwards, then downwards again. He does laps high and low around the stadium and evades every attempt at sabotage.

“Ten points for Slytherin! Could this be their comeback?”

In the heat of his speed, Draco vanishes into the arena and out of your eyesight. The commentator— Analise, you think her name is— says something about the strong arm on Slytherin’s other Beater, Henry Selwyn. His Bludger chips the end of Cedric’s broom and knocks him off his axis. The crowd– including you– pushes forward in their seats and locks their gaze onto Cedric as he spins himself steady again.

Slytherin ties up the score. With how close the game has been thus far, the final win might be up to the Seekers. This isn’t anything particularly out of the ordinary— but, for instance, if pit against Gryffindor, it wouldn’t be so unfathomable for Slytherin to be up 150 points. In that case, regardless of a Snitch, the win is inevitable. But this is not the case now.

The audience seems to recognize this and hooks onto every move that Cedric and Draco make. And Draco does in fact come out of the woodworks again— luring in your gaze like a black hole. Even from afar, you can note the wind that pushes through the blonde blob on his head. It’s thick and out of his face as he whizzes around.

Luna tilts over Neville to grab your attention. “I didn’t know Draco Malfoy joined the team.”

“Me neither,” you say with a shrug, “I only found out this week. He told me after we met up for an assignment.”

Neville’s shoulder, pressed against yours, stiffens at this. His posture straightens and you meet his side glance. “You should be careful hanging around that Malfoy. He’s never been any good.”

This almost makes you laugh— as if Draco hadn’t been nearly knocked over by Flora, a pixie the length of his hand, the other day. You aren’t terribly afraid. Though, in reflection of his previous involvements, you nod. “I will, but it’s just for our class, anyway. Nothing too serious.”

“I think he’s good for the quidditch team.” says Luna, smiling at you before she sits back again.

The game is not much different than when your eyes left it. Both teams hash out their goals and blocks, frequently tying and breaking, and then retying the score. And whilst Draco is unreachable via sight again, another Slytherin member catches your eye. Selwyn, you’re able to make out.

Rather than flying around to get an angle on Cedric, Selwyn hovers off to the side. Marla has left him, more concerned with the game at hand, but he doesn’t move an inch. It’s uncanny, even from your seat.

And then his broom jolts— not much, not enough to throw him off, but it twitches. It jerks itself ever so slightly, and his body lurches with it, but in the heat of the game, you aren’t sure if anyone else has noticed at all.

Analise’s voice rumbles, “Does Malfoy see something? He’s sure sitting around longer than usual!”

On either side of the field, a Slytherin has locked in on their target.

Draco dives downwards, rushing to his destination, and Selwyn, jagged and neurotic, dashes across to the other players. It takes him all of two seconds to hit his mark and smack straight into Cedric.

“Foul! Foul! Hands off the Seeker, Selwyn!”

The outburst staggers the rest of the players, but Selwyn doesn’t stop. When Cedric manages to escape a repeat of his impact, Selwyn rushes back in. He’s relentless, and although too far to hear, you can see the unnatural shivers of his shoulders and neck. He incessantly reaches out to grab Cedric with every collision– his clothes, his limbs, his broom– and yanks with all of his might.

You’re tumbling down the stairs before you can even think. With a partially-eaten churro in hand, you push through baffled crowds until you meet a railway. There’s already a mass of people leaning over the edges to get a better look. You follow in suit, the steel bar cool to the touch when security guards mount their brooms and grapple onto Selwyn. From this position, the foggy delusion in his face is palpable, until he’s practically foaming at the mouth.

And when the two guards aren’t enough to hold him back, Selwyn rams into Cedric for a final time. The top of his head meets Cedric’s cheek and, as he pushes upwards, the front end of his broomstick jabs center into a ribcage. The impact knocks Cedric off his broomstick. He free falls down onto the turf grass, too fast for your eyes to catch and, in a frenzy, the last thing you see is Marla casting some spell before you’re sprinting down to the field.

Selwyn is in restraints by the time you hit the sidelines. In handcuffs you can only assume are enchanted, his body convulses. His speech isn’t legible, and even the head nurse on standby is wary of getting close.

Analise says something about the game for the curious fans, but your attention is elsewhere as you run off to meet Marla and another nurse at Cedric’s side. Blood trickles down from a cut on his cheek and the corner of his mouth. He doesn’t meet your eyes, particularly because his are pinched shut with a grimace. His body curls up against the ground, arms tight across his torso.

“Cedric! How is he?” You ask, frantic, unable to touch him.

The nurse on hand is quick with her surface assessments and preparations. “Broken ribs, fractured scapula. Perhaps a concussion with the way his head hit the ground. Extensive trauma on the body. He’s lucky to even be conscious, thankfully for Miss Marla’s interference.”

Marla shakes her head and tucks her chin into her bent knees, one arm wrapped to keep them against her chest, and the other gentle on Cedric’s shoulder. A trickle of sweat slides down her temple and she’s panting, fresh from the game and undergoing an entirely different level of exhilaration, no doubt. There’s no time to catch a breath.

The nurse continues, “I can mend the bones here, but we’ll have to take him in anyway so as to get a proper look at his injuries.”

In the same moment that Selwyn is escorted off the field, still holding his own despite the strength of handcuffs and three bulky men, a gurney is whisked over for Cedric. A contorted angle pokes unnaturally against the thick fabric of his uniform, protruding out through the upper left of his back, enough to catch from your perspective.

“But he’ll be okay?” Your voice leaves you when Cedric groans, writhing and wincing as he’s lifted onto the bed. He still hasn’t opened his eyes.

“He’ll be okay,” the nurse reassures you, which would be promising if not for the agonizing shriek that echoes across the stadium when she waves her wand, and a crack snaps his ribs back into place. His mouth clamps back shut and fast, ragged puffs of air inhale and exhale through his nose.

Besides the occasional twinge of his body and breath, Cedric is silent throughout the trip to the on-campus infirmary. The nurse is calm, but the air between you, Marla, and Cedric’s stiffness sends a spark up your numb arms. He contorts his back against the rolling bed like he’s chasing an inch of relief.

It’s a short journey, and the silence should give you time to actually think about what’s happened, but you don’t. You actually have no idea how you even got here, no recollection of the time between where you sat with Luna and Neville, and when you were down on the field. Hell, all you can remember is the flashes of Henry Selwyn digging into the crevices of Cedric’s body, and shin guards burrowing with savagery and– well, it’s way more than you want to mull over.

The wind comes to an abrupt stop when you get inside the building, and you snap back into the world as the sensations return to your skin. Until he’s properly inspected, you and Marla can only stay in the hallway.

Marla’s head bumps back against the wall and her eyes fall shut. “I don’t even know what happened.”

“It was.. so fast. I hope Ced is alright,” you say.

“I mean, why would Selwyn even do that? What the hell?”

A heavy, erratic series of pants echo through the corridor, accompanied by wheels speeding on the tile. With wrists now tied to a gurney’s handlebars, a worker rolls Henry Selwyn in your direction and turns into the room across from Cedric. Henry is no longer unhinged, but with eyes blown out and his head lolled over like dead weight, you can’t decide if this is any better.

In just another moment, Draco Malfoy comes down the turn with one more faculty member. He’s still clad in the Slytherin uniform, short of the Firebolt. His eyes meet yours, but nobody says a word as he’s similarly instructed to wait for Selwyn’s check up.

Marla holds a hand up to the side of her head and takes a deep breath when Draco lingers around. If anyone had played well enough today to impress Marla, the delight was long gone— torn apart by the night’s disturbance. Selwyn’s appearance at the infirmary is the icing on the cake, and Draco must be the sprinkles.

You don’t know how long you stare at the ground, to shield your eyes from the big, white ceiling lights, and fascinated by the direction in which shoes are pointed– Draco’s are toward an opposing wall, while you and Marla’s face each other. And you do know that the nauseating scent of sterility is only achievable in an infirmary, and that Draco’s presence only reminds you of the stupid churro, still lame in your hands and dropping sprinkles of cinnamon dust on the floor.

Merlin, you should say something– anything! The silence is too thick and you want to ask why Draco is here at all, but when you open your mouth to speak, the primary nurse steps out of Cedric’s room. All three heads whip up, and Marla’s on the move in the second that you get the go-ahead.

The already-blinding fluorescent lights brighten at your very first step in, and propped up against two or three pillows, Cedric’s eyes are finally open. He smiles at the sight of you two, lazy, under some pain-reduction charm. Brown, drenched and air-dried hair splays along his forehead.

“You came! I can’t believe it.” He looks at the nurses with awe. “They really came!”

“Of course we did,” says Marla, like nothing has ever been more obvious. She stands at the side of his bed and turns to the primary nurse, Madame Amani. “How is he?”

Madame Amani shakes her head, “He’ll be perfectly fine. Why, there’s not much that some charms and potions can’t fix, is there?” Her quill, mid-air, scribbles something down on a piece of parchment. “But he will certainly need some rest! We’ll have to keep him here for a few nights, at least. Mister Diggory took quite the tumble— and quite the hits, no less!”

“Speaking of that,” you intervene, “why did Henry get so aggressive? Do we know?”

Amani falters and glances out into the hallway, “He’s being looked at now, but from what I can see…” her voice drops to a hush, “Henry Selwyn is not quite himself tonight.”

A lingering silence sets in before Amani can divert the room with a smile again, “In any case, I should go see him now.”

“I know it’s past visiting hours, Madame Amani, but can we stay with Cedric for a while longer?” Marla says.

“That is indeed something I can permit, but only if you two can do me a great favor.” The floating parchment and quill slip into the pocket of her dress. “I will have nurses do routine checks, but in the meantime, it is necessary that Mister Diggory here stays awake until we can ensure the stability of his neurological health. I only ask that you entertain him for the time being, and make sure that he gets his physical rest.”

The task is easy enough, and once the door shuts behind the posse of nurses, Marla takes over. She does a walk around Cedric’s bed with crossed arms. They watch each other and, despite the effects of his medication, Cedric’s gaze is utterly blank. You lean back against a wall, near the door, to watch the scene unfold.

“What’s your full name and academic house?”

“Cedric Diggory. Hufflepuff.”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-three. Y’think that you’re accomplishing anything that the nurses haven’t?” He laughs when Marla visibly refrains from smacking him upside the head.

In a window past their bickering, a sliver of moonlight peeks through the drapes. The medical wing on campus is not any more comforting than a typical hospital– muggle or otherwise– but the reminder of the outside world, alongside the company that leaves no silence to fill the air, puts your heart at ease. You wipe a free, damp palm on the side of your thigh and tune back in.

“And what’s your current location?”

“Huh. It must be Romania– no, wait, Spain. Miami, Florida? Am I getting warmer?” The tilt of Cedric’s head meets Marla’s unenthusiasm. He suddenly gasps, body jolting only in the slightest as he plasters on a grin, “No! We’re in Genovia, aren’t we?”

The Princess Diaries? A beat of silence ensues, until their heads turn at the snort that erupts from you. It gets a smile out of Marla until all three of you are in a fit of giggles. Marla’s arms drop, and you push forward off the wall, accusatory. “I knew you liked those films!”

“What can I say? I’m a proper sucker for a feel-good,” says Cedric as he leans his head back onto the stack of cushions. He moves his feet aside so Marla can sit at the end of his bed. “We should rewatch ‘em soon. While I’m on bedrest.”

“You’re an idiot,” Marla says, “No wonder Selwyn went after you. He was trying to do us a favor, I bet.”

“Oh, I reckon he was. Too bad he was all brawn and no brain. Typical Slytherin behavior, really.”

If he weren’t in the literal infirmary for body and head trauma, you and Marla would’ve given him all the shit for a snide comment toward Slytherin– but he was, so you didn’t. Instead, with a couple of eye rolls, you warn him in jest. “Watch it. A sick bed won’t protect you forever.”

“Yeah, I’ll watch my back.. Why are you holding that churro?”

Oh, that old thing. It’s far past cold in your hand now, but still soft beneath your fingers. You shrug and put it down on a little faux marble pull-out table next to the head of the bed, protected by the paper. “For you, from El Mago Dulce, if you get hungry. Don’t mind that it’s half-eaten.”

And in a blip of another silence, a muffled wail stuffs itself through the doorway, and presumably from across the hall. It’s a short cry, but in anguish, and it simmers even in an entirely different room.

Marla speaks up first. “Bloody Selwyn, I hope he’s alright. At least he has Malfoy to keep him company.”

“Malfoy’s here?” Cedric scoffs, “I guess he must’ve had something to do with it, then. He wanted to guarantee a win for his first game?”

“Hey,” you say, before you can even think of a possible defense, “whatever Selwyn has going on… it seems personal. Probably not Draco-related.”

“Right, nearly killing me was just personal for Selwyn. Y’know, we took a Charms class together last term. Sat right next to the bloke..” He goes for the pitiful churro but yanks his hand right back beneath the sheets when Marla chastises him.

Her head then dips over towards you. “Why else would Malfoy be here?”

“Don’t know.” You look at the door and imagine the other side of it, where Draco was, only a few minutes ago. The face he had on was unreadable then, albeit with how little you managed to see of it. “Maybe I could go figure it out?”

And for some reason, it’s as if you’ve grown a second head with the way two pairs of eyes gape at you. The pinch in Cedric’s brows has your chest go tight, like you’ve done something wrong.

“Since you’re such good friends with him now?” He says.

“Well, I wouldn’t say we’re friends, but he’s my Div partner. And we just had that assignment, remember?” It only takes a second of their idle lull for you to dig your own grave, and you really aren’t quite sure as to why you have the shovel at all. “I mean, we’d just have a chat. No harm in seeing what’s going on.”

Cedric’s nails rake up into his hair, massaging his scalp. “I think I’ve gone delirious. What drugs have they given me?” But he seems to agree with your judgment, despite the reservations. “On your way back, could you ask a nurse if I’m alright to eat? Please? That churro is calling my name.”

It takes a moment for you to actually move, because really, what are you doing? Is this simply a nosy endeavor, or a pursuit of actual peace of mind for your friend? You begrudgingly consider that maybe it’s just an excuse to talk to your new acquaintance. When Cedric turns his attention elsewhere, and Marla’s curious eyes hold yours, you become comfortable with the fact that it might be all three, and you slip out the door.

You wind up stumbling backwards into a click shut when Draco is exactly where you left him, braced up against the opposing wall, next to Selwyn’s door. The full flesh of his forehead is exposed with his hair pushed back, combed out and divided like his fingers have been scraping through it. With arms crossed at his chest and his head tilted back, the disturbance arouses him until he opens his eyes and stands up straight again. The protective guards on his forearms clink with motion.

“Hello,” he says and plants his feet into a single stance. The long flaps of his quidditch cloak push back as he shoves his hands into the pockets of his trousers.

“Hey.”

Are the walls very thin? You’re increasingly paranoid that Marla or Cedric might want to listen in on the conversation if it's convenient– not that you intend on saying anything odd, but your skin is going hot anyway. And now, basking in the overhead lights and the vast nothingness of an infirmary hallway, you are, of course, acutely aware of everything.

From the hug of your jeans and the thick of your coat where it overlaps your jumper, you wonder if the colors clash.. No, they definitely don’t. Right? Whatever, the hour alone you spent before leaving your dorm couldn’t have been for nothing. You were so sure then, but now, under Draco’s silent gaze, the stupid, vain self-consciousness creeps up on you— and you don’t have the time to pinpoint why.

When there’s no further push on his end to pursue a talk, you have no choice but to cast the first stone. The question isn’t supposed to come out as forward as it does. “What are you doing here?”

“What, is Draco Malfoy making the front page for visiting a teammate?” He scoffs a little to himself and looks to the side, down the barren corridor, with a scowl. “This was a shit idea anyway. I should go before the nurses come back out.”

“No, I mean– well, I don’t know.” Exasperated and digging that grave again, your hands work overtime to try and find the words for you. They flail around and wring each other out as you speak. “I thought maybe you’d still be at the game, finishing up… I just didn’t know you were good mates with Henry, is all.”

He shrugs, the frown dissipating as his head rolls back around to face you again. “We’re not mates. I only wanted to check up on him.” There’s a pause as one of his hands pulls up to rub the back of his neck, arching it in the opposite direction until strands of his hair fall out of place. “And the game’s over anyway. I caught the snitch when it happened.”

“Oh, congratulations.”

“Sure. It’s your house as well.”

“Right. What a fun celebration we’re having.” You hope he doesn’t notice how your hands are driving you mad. They’re useless and unwarranted until you wisen up and trap them in the deep pockets of your coat.

Did the crowd celebrate when Slytherin won? Had Cedric hit the ground by the time Draco secured the victory? When did Draco know? Frivolous questions that, once again, there’s no room for. Now that the nurses are still not done assessing Henry, you want to keep the ball rolling with Draco before they can interrupt.

When he takes too long to say anything else, you ask, “Do you know what happened to Henry?”

“No.” His mouth quirks to the left like he’s biting the inside of his cheek. “But he was sick before the game, he wasn’t feeling well, or something.”

“Like he had a cold?”

“A fever, more like. He’s had some kind of flu the past week… Showed up to every practice though. Insisted on playing.” He tilts his head over to Henry’s closed door. “And look at him now. Shame.”

Damn. Could a fever have riled him up that badly? It’s possible, you suppose, under the right circumstances. If you were ill, pumped with caffeine and adrenaline, and tumbling through the air on a fucking broomstick, you might be tempted to do the same. He might’ve been under a lot of pressure, after all.

An image of Cedric, twisted up on the quidditch field with red smears on his face finds its way back to you, and you aren’t sure anything could validate that. You’re upset with Selwyn all over again.

But before you can navigate what this might mean with Draco, Henry’s door opens, and Madame Amani peeks out. She beckons for Draco to come in, then turns to you in inquiry, but you shoot down the offer. You propose Cedric’s request for permission-to-eat.

Through the gap of the door, Henry Selwyn is still fixed to a bed. Only for a second do you get a glimpse of his head, bent backwards onto the pillows and ran pale. His eyes are wide open and aghast, with drops of– what you assume is– sweat rolling down his forehead.

There’s no chance to linger when Draco spares you a turn-back glance and a nod, then follows Amani into the room. And even with the door shut, you can still picture Henry’s body, limp and brainless, until the hairs of your arms go pin straight.

#draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x you #draco x you #draco malfoy fanfiction #reader insert #harry potter #slytherin reader #draco malfoy x y/n #i still don't know how tumblr works

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raccoonfallsharder · 2 months ago

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autumn comfort collection masterlist

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rating: varies | no use of y/n | rocket x reader | oneshots | word count: varies. maple sugar & pumpkin-spice for your autumnal reading pleasure...

cold hands, warm thighs. 𖡼𖤣𖥧.ೃ࿔*:･ spice | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshot | word count: 5,122.

the best thing about landing on cold planets is the warming-up part afterward. for @/leresq. WARNINGS/CONTEXT: comics-based (mostly ewing; dash of skottie young). just like, a ton of midgrade smoulder. implications of sexual activity. mentions of space-princesses of multiple genders (including you). rocket calls reader sweetheart 3x. [COMPLETE 11/18]

He suddenly realizes he’s making a show of it — of being cold. Doesn’t bother to comment on the worse-chill in his ears, focusing instead on briskly rubbing the hands you can see. Conning you. And sure enough — predictable — you tsk again when you turn back toward him, your eyes all worried and fastened on his dark hands. There’s the scuffling sound of chair-legs against the metal floor as you pull out your own seat and station yourself across from him: gently grasping his wrists with your fingers and rubbing your thumbs along the inner wells of his palms, pressing your lips and your breath first to his knuckles, and then to his pulsepoints.

mitten aesthetic.𖥧𖤣༉˖₊˚⋅* fluff | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshot | word count: 8,415. when knowhere breaks down in the thneed system, you receive an unexpected visitor. aka, it was a dark and stormy night when a stranger came to your door. for @/leresq. [COMPLETE 11/25]

The gust of stellar wind that blows past you —- filtered through bone and manufactured atmospheric shielding — is so cold it burns, and tiny shards of ice bite your face and throat. At first, you peer into bitter darkness, eyes searching at your own level — only to feel something crash into your knees, buffeting you back as it bursts into your little home. “Close the frickin’ door!” the invader barks without looking up, flurrying past you, almost faster than the winds themselves. You obey instinctively, back pressed to the now-closed panel and eyes wide as you take in the three-foot-tall bundle of wet wool and fur. He skirts your makeshift blanket-fort and mattress, kicking off his boots as he goes, pressing dark-clawed fingers against the soft glow of the radiator.

bookshop at the end of the universe. ☾༄˖°.･₊⋆ 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshot | word count: 9,157. rocket wants out — of the cold, the rain, and everything else. eidos-game vibes. smut. see post for warnings/context. for nonnie. [COMPLETE 12/5]

Rocket doesn’t fuck biologicals as a rule — they’re nearly as bad as cops, as far as he’s concerned — but he thinks maybe if he just gets up under that krutackin’ skirt of yours, he can get you off his mind. He peers through the wavering glass, already fogged and silvered and misty — finding you pinned again to the ladder and the vaulting bookshelves, all pretty and cozy and soft. You bow your head and tilt at the waist, watching your feet as you begin to climb down. The slight movement sends the bell-like pleats of plaid into a gentle swing, showcasing the shadowed backs of your knees and the pretty curve of your ass. His cold knuckles rap against the thin windowpane right as the rain begins to sweep across the street in an icy curtain. You jolt and glance back at him over your shoulder. Let me outta the rain, little bookworm.

brown animated leaf garland by @/bernardsbendystraws

acorn, green & yellow tree, and red & teal autumn-themed dividers by @/sweetmelodygraphics

sweater divider by @/cafekitsune

red heart divider by @/saradika-graphics

teal lace and red leaf garland dividers by @/thecutestgrotto

skinny teal heart, light blue, and pale mint-star support banners by @/saradika-graphics

dark teal mdni & support banners by @/cafekitsune

moodboards by me! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

#comfort fic #rfh masterlist #rocket raccoon #rocket raccoon fanfiction #gotg fanfiction #guardians of the galaxy #gotg rocket #rocket gotg #rocket raccoon fanfic #rfh fanfic #rocket raccoon smut #rfh smut #smut #rocket raccoon lemon #rocket raccoon x reader #rocket raccoon x you #x reader #rfh fluff #rfh spice

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ghost-skull-trash · 3 months ago

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Within this hell, Tear out your heart to survive : Chapter 3

Trudging onwards, Rain is met with the turret system of the site, and it’s mysterious controller.

Painter is predominately featured this chapter! (Hooray!) Sorry it took a while for the third chapter! Things are certainly hectic at the moment, but still have a nice day!

Chapter 3 : Bargaining with a bullet

“Between these two choices, whatever hurts less will suffice”

Rain stood in the doorway, a bead of sweat dripped down her face.

She calculated her options in her head, there was a chance that whomever is in control of the turret system wasn't watching this hall at the moment, perhaps they'd moved onto different sections and gun down whatever poor sod was in their line of sight... But on the increasingly more likely hand, this was a trap, and as soon as Rain stepped into this veritable barrel of a gun she would be filled with more molten lead than she had blood.

Carefully she stepped inside, the room stank of metal overwhelmingly so.

Rummaging through a few desks, finding nothing more than crumpled paper and some glow in the dark stickers… cool but far from useful for long term survival..

Rain Closed the desk, pocketing the stickers for important science reasons.. Perhaps she was too hasty in leaving the safe room.. What if SEVER was back there and wondering where she had gone! The thought made her sick to her stomach with anxiety.

She Briskly turned around and headed back where she came, as her hand was about to pass through the frame, the heavy metal door closed by itself, and the lights went dark.

The automatic beep of the turret system made her duck to the floor and behind an upturned desk, moments before where she was standing was lit up in a hellstorm of bullets.

“ Better hope you're bulletproof !” echoed from the room's intercom, there was an oddness to it, either due to damage or interference, the intercom made the speaker sound.. robotic.

Keeping her head low as the red optics of the ceiling mounted turrets grazed by, Rain held her breath as she struggled to adjust her eyes to the dark.

Her hand brushed against something as she fumbled for her goggles, a horrid realisation struck her as it became clear what else was sharing this micro sanctuary with her, a warm corpse.

The Source of the metallic stench made her quietly gag, her hands trembling as worry clouded her mind.

“Is this where I die? Am I going to die alone? Will I ever see the stars again? Will SEVER even find me?” These thoughts raced through her mind, a million and one per second.

Paralyzed with fear, Rain felt tears begin to form in the corner of her eyes as the turret system moved around almost agitatedly, the familiar taunting voice of the intercom echoing again “ Urrrrgh … COME ON! THIS IS BORING ! ” The impatient voice yelled at her.

This both agitated and snapped her out of her trance, her determination to survive renewed as she plotted a plan to escape this firing range.

Taking a quick peek from behind the desk, Rain got a glimpse of the door, it was thankfully not locked by whatever being was in power over the turrets, ducking back again as the lazer optics passed by.

Testing a theory, Rain grabbed a discarded clipboard and tossed it over the desk, the turret tracking its arc as it tore it to shreds in nigh microseconds, leaving the smouldering bits of wood to scatter to the floor as splinters. “ HA! You missed! ” The Taunting voice yelled out, unaware of the trap it waltzed into and the dangerous game Rain was playing.

Rain Carefully grabbed the still warm body, struggling to stay behind shelter, when the optics went past the desk, Rain threw the body with all her might, forcing the turrets system to focus onto it, shooting the already dead body to near mush all the while it gave Rain a chance to make a mad dash to the door.

“ What? HEY! WAIT- NO AUUUGH, GET BACK HERE! ” The operator of the turret struggled to get it to fire on Rain , it continued on firing as it moved to face Rain, bullets racing along the wall as Rain fumbled with the doors controls, struggling to get it open!

The gunfire deafened any and all sounds as she managed to get the door open and flung herself through, bullets narrowly avoiding her head by mere inches, but for her left leg to be set on fire with agonising pain.

Her screams were muffled by the turret's fire, pushing herself behind the sturdy metal wall as the turret wound down, crying as she held her bleeding leg in pain, blood soaked her hands as the door closed, her mysterious attacker to chime back one last time before the door sealed.

“ Wait.. you're not an expendable..? ”

Rain put pressure on her leg, something was for sure broken, definitely shattered.

Wrapping her orange science gorka tightly around her leg in an attempt to stop the bleeding, she crawled onwards.

Using a wheelie chair and her one good leg to push herself forwards down the dull hallways, her eyes darting along corners for any sign of turrets, the pain in her leg was torture, any slight move would send shockwaves of pure hellfire through her veins

Stopping by an open ventilation system, Rain caught her breath, struggling to stay awake from the blood loss, she almost didn’t hear the sound of encroaching bells and screams.

#Ghostly writing #oc x oc #pressure roblox #painter pressure #horror writing #body horror #tw violence #pressure roblox oc #tw blood #what did i say! painter gets a dedicated chapter!#then again i hope I wrote them ok!#pressure fanfic

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searsage · 1 year ago

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Skorri sat in place hidden behind one of the many pillars of the keep, across the hall she could see Lady Efrideet following suit, hiding in a similar spot behind a pillar just shy of the stairwell.

Her lovely ivory and bronze armor glinting gently where the stray light caught it, it made the singer's heart skip beats.

She looks beautiful and excited, just as excited as Timur, the warlock had been glowing for days, it was great to see his mind free of the stress that often plagued the him, never had he seemed so young.

Down the hall she could just make out lord saladin's silhouette, he was frowning like always but even skorri could see Timur's vigor had infected him as well, he too was invested in the mischief about to unfold before them.

It seemed everyone's spirit's were high, for once things were unexpectedly looking up for the iron lords.

Beautiful music filled the echoing halls of Felwinter peak, it shattered the dreary ambiance, Tchaikovsky's symphonies filled the silence, their notes chasing each other around in timeless loops.

The delightful trap was set and now all that was left was for the iron lords to wait, and to Skorri's surprise and Timur's pure delight they didn't have to wait long.

The drowned out sound of a bed chamber doors creaking shut could just be heard just trickling through the obnoxiously loud classical music, across from her skorri can see Lady Efrideet brimming with mirth and excitement, as lord Felwinter emerges from the staircase true to Timur's predictions.

She finds herself holding her breath as the curious iron Lord descends the staircase, his right hand is full of paperwork, no doubt charts and data sheets but he doesn't bother setting them down, instead the curious Exo immediately heads for the antique record player, there he hovers around it for a good while, curiously looking about, but obviously too infatuated by the machine to thoroughly scope the parameter for hiding iron lords or even question the suspiciously empty common space.

Eventually he reaches his hand out, metal fingers plucking the nail up and setting it back two tracks, his head tilted elegantly downward as he listened to the mystifying.

He looked like an artistic sculpture, standing so still near to the table, the machine who was all sharp edges and elegant posture, for once looked..at peace..

Fleeting light crept in from the windows, illuminating the thick faded fur of thr robe against his back and catching the horns of his well worn helmet.

He looked utterly radiant in his little moment of private peace, skorri could practically feel Timur's soul leaving his body, and silently hoped the man had the strength to go through with the prank he himself orchestrated.

Again Felwinter set the nail back, the exo had no doubt found his favorite song, his finger tapping against the table once, twice before the iron lord finally pushed away with all the reluctance of a sailor under a siren's spell, slowly vanishing into the nearby study, to no doubt deal with the moutain of charts wedged under his arm.

This was her cue.

Her heart slammed in her chest as skorri darted out from behind the marble piller, to her left Lady Efrideet was practically vibrating in place, quickly motioning for her to go forward before the iron lord returned.

Skorri swallowed her apprehension, if she was caught it was game over, with a brief scope of the room and hall leading to the study Felwinter had retreated to, she dashed forward swiftly closing the distance between her and the record player.

The moment her nimble fingers plucked the needle from it's track the melody adruptly died, instantly the room was all too quiet and Skorri felt her heart freeze under the weight of apprehension.

"Pssst!"

The singer jolted as a small sound jumpstarted her reflexes again, it was Timur, the man was waving wildly, pointing from the study door to her hiding spot, quickly she replaced the record, leaving the nail idle and carefully placing the pilfered record on the table, then she darted out of sight, sighing in relief as the shadow of the piller cast a cool concealing shadow over her.

Luckily for the songtrist she had made it just in time!

It was mere seconds before Felwinter's silhouette reemergred from the study, his peculiar ram helmit pointed towards the idle player

#destiny #destiny 2 #lord felwinter #Lord Timur #Felwinter #Felwinter/timur #Lord skorri #Wip #Draft short #AMS #Comedy #Fel doesn't like crappy music.#He takes after his dad lol #Iron lords screwing around

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brooklynislandgirl · 25 days ago

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Holiday Picrew for Mun and Muse tagged by: my dearest @silverjetsystm tagging: everyone who is already sick of All I Want For Christmas by MC

#Mahalo!Cory <3 <3 <3 #Glowing Like The Metal|Dash Games #{{One of these things is NOT like the other}}#Turtle and Shark #{{hardest part was mun eyes as they didn't have an option for blue/green hazel}}

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star-going-supernova · 1 year ago

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Star, sorry to keep attacking you with these fic/ficlet ideas but, you know how the bots taunt Gregory thoughout the game? What if he subconsiously answers them? You know, something along the lines of... Roxy: I bet you don't even have friends. Gregory: No, I really don't. Roxy: Wait, what? And... Roxy: You are nothing! Nobody will miss you! Gregory: That's right, I'm nothing. Everyone hates me and I won't be missed. Roxy: Hold up! I got the idea from Ao3 comment, believe it or not.

Here we go with the tumblr generated prompts, starting with number four! I modified some of the taunts for creative purposes. I also took this more in a comedic direction, aka, Gregory snaps back and I kinda poke fun at how dumbed-down the animatronics were in the game, lol. With a fluffy ending, naturally.

If You Can’t Take It, Don’t Dish It Out

Gregory cracked open the photo booth curtain to keep an eye on the nearby elevator. He’d pressed the down button, but Roxy had joined him on the mezzanine before it arrived. He could just wait for her to wander off again. Or he could put his Fazerblaster to good use.

Roxy prowled closer. “Give up, kid,” she snarled. The elevator dinged, and the doors began sliding open. “You’re just a loser, and no—”

“Takes one to know one!” Gregory hollered as he leapt out of the photo booth and zapped Roxy in the eyes with his Fazerblaster. She howled and flinched back, giving him enough time to dash to the safety of the elevator. He stuck his tongue out at her as the doors closed.

“I’m not a loser!” she screeched, muffled. There was a thump that suggested Roxy had stomped her foot.

He snickered and selected a floor. Seemed like he’d hit a nerve.

• • •

Gregory skidded into the security office and slapped the button to close the door behind him without a moment to spare. Chica nearly slammed into it with a squawk. She scrambled at the metal for a moment before shuffling over to the window. Her creepy eyes glowed down at him.

“I’m here to help! Your family is looking for you!” Chica said, gratingly cheerful. For robots that could seem uncannily alive, sometimes they were dumber than a box of rocks. Did she think he’d forgotten how she was the one who just chased him in there? Besides…

Rolling his eyes, Gregory shot back, “That’s a pretty big change of heart, considering they’re the ones who abandoned me.”

Chica’s head twitched. Her beak opened, then snapped shut. Shocked speechless, awesome.

“Shoo,” Gregory said, trying to wave her away. “Go think up new stupid lines somewhere else.”

She went, grumbling to herself.

(To her credit, the next time they crossed paths, she tried, “I’m here to help! Freddy is looking for you!” Which—yeah. Not much better, but funny as hell. Her awareness that Freddy cared about him was at pretty ridiculous odds with how blind the animatronics were to how Freddy was helping him.

Especially since Gregory was literally climbing inside Freddy’s chest at the time. “Your friends are pretty dumb,” Gregory said as they watched Chica stop and wander off as soon as the hatch closed.

“I—they are not…” Freddy sighed. “Yes. Yes, Gregory, they are.”)

• • •

Gregory was feeling pretty good. He had less than two hours before he was free to go, and he’d just sent Roxy into her fourth tantrum of the night by responding to her taunt of “You are nothing!” with “I know you are but what am I?” Giving robots existential crises was turning out to be fun.

In terms of bad one-liners, though, Monty was on a whole other level.

“You can hide, but you can’t hide!”

Gregory face-palmed. “And you can talk, but gosh, you really can’t talk. This is just embarrassing.” He continued along the catwalk at a leisurely pace.

Beneath him, Monty was turning in rapid circles as he followed along across the mini-golf course, as though that was at all helpful in his quest to catch Gregory.

“There are no thoughts in your head, are there? Just static and some crap programing.”

He almost felt bad for the animatronics. Given that Freddy was fully capable of intelligent conversation, it seemed the rest of them had been seriously downgraded. At least, Gregory kinda hoped they weren’t usually like this. Freddy deserved to have friends who were more articulate than a pull-string talking toy.

• • •

Way to go, superstar! Well done, Gregory! Great job, superstar!

No matter how many times Freddy congratulated him or cheered him on or praised him for even the smallest victory—and he’d done it many times—Gregory couldn’t seem to respond. He always just ducked his head or turned away, biting back a pleased, nearly bashful smile.

Sarcastic comments, mocking taunts, insults—they rolled off him like water off a duck’s back. And he had no trouble dishing them out in return. Same old, same old.

It made him feel silly, then, that it was Freddy’s kindness that silenced him so thoroughly. All night, he was left stumbling over being complimented.

But it also got easier to hear, bit by bit, the more Freddy said that sort of stuff, his beaming smile audible even if his face couldn’t quite show it.

As the barricades began to rise, letting in the early morning sunlight, Freddy knelt down and gathered him into a hug and said with utmost sincerity, “I am proud of you, superstar.”

Gregory, at long last, was finally able to find his voice. He pressed his forehead to his protector’s shoulder. “Thanks, Freddy,” he said quietly. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

#i answered a thing #anonymous #fnaf fic #fnaf security breach #star's stories #life and times of star

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years ago

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Oh it's OK I will send it right away here so u don't have to search lol.

Good morning/evening hun! Now I know fnf hypno's lullaby requests are going heavily on you and I'm sorry but bare with me a little- creepypasta! Reader play with triple please! I would love if they were female but i don't mind gn lol. The reader look normal and friendly, you can make them get creepy when they start playing, if you want! You can make them play by any sides of the three or all of them go 3vs1 but make the reader win pls lmao, it's your choice, take your time and if you don't want to do it for whatever reasons feel free <3

your writing is beautiful and always make someone's day.

Take care of yourself and thank you for your time and sharing your talents with us

Awh thank you!! Reader will be gender neutral for this one

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“Pasta Night”, as the local Creepypasta bar liked to call it, was always something you looked forward to!

Not only did you get to play games with your fellow freaks of nature (even though many were very much unnatual), but you could be yourself.

Blending in with humanity was often a challenge, and at first glance most people wouldn’t even suspect that you were hiding in plain sight. You looked like a plain old human being.

It sure fooled many folks who thought you walked into the wrong place at the wrong time.

Tonight was a perfect example, as when you arrived at the cards table, you saw three unfamiliar faces already having a go at UNO, of all things:

A scary hulking figure who resembled Mario with a large cigar in his mouth and a glowing blue block labeled “POW” beside him, a demonic hedgehog wearing a visor and sporting faded fur trying to peek at his friend's cards, and finally a Hypno who looks like it swapped bodies with a Machoke...holding a deck of Pokémon cards with psychic energy.

‘Just when I think I’ve seen them all..’ You smiled and headed over to the table with your drink.

“Seriously, I lose again?!! You two are insufferable..at least I play by the rules!!” The hedgehog hissed, annoyed as he shoved a pile of gold rings towards MK. "I'm not gonna have any rings left for spare after tonight..."

Then he noticed you sitting across from them, and his whole attitude changed, a wide yet closed smile growing on his face. “Why hello-”

“Beat it, human. We’ve already reserved this table.” The Mario lookalike snarled, briefly taking his cigar out to spit into a nearby metal bin. “Tell ‘em to scram, X.”

“That’s Lord X to you, MK...and you don’t have to be rude.”

“And you don’t have to lie either! I know damn well you’re peeking at our cards when you think we ain’t lookin’. “Play by the rules”, my ass...you deserve to lose every ring ya bet.”

“Just shut it! At least I’m not punching that stupid cube every five seconds and screwing up everyone's concentration!!”

“Don’t mind them,” Hypno spoke up as he set down his cards gently. It surprised you for a moment, considering most Pokémon couldn’t talk--or at least most normal ones couldn’t. “They act like children at times.” He shook his head with a sigh.

“Haven’t we all at some point?” You chuckled. “Forgive me for eavesdropping gentlemen, but..if Lord X needs any help winning back his earnings, then maybe I can assist. I'm pretty good at bets."

After hearing your offer, the hedgehog stopped arguing with MK and looked to you, surprised. “Ah, so you wanna go a round? That’s fine by me. Some help would be nice. But the question is...what’ll you wager should you lose? Cash? Valuables? Or maybe even--”

You blinked once and saw him dash out of his seat, sitting right next to you with a sinister grin. “Your SOUL?” As he spoke, skeleton hands emerged from the depths of his throat, a demonic laugh creeping its way out as well.

Yet you remained unshaken by his act, simply smiling and getting your own stack of cards. “If I lose, I'll pay for your next round of drinks."

"...that's fair."

Then you glanced at Hypno’s cards, frowning slightly. “By the way Hyp..you got trading cards, not UNO. That’s probably why you’re confused.”

“Huh--? Ohh...that makes sense.” The Talking Pokémon nodded, getting the right cards for himself before he and MK stared you and Lord X down, smirking. “Alright. Now...we play!”

........

“HAHAHA!! I WIN!!!”

“What?!”

“How?!!”

“That ain’t fair!!” MK slammed his fist down on his POW block, causing the whole table to violently shake, but nobody paid any mind to his temper flare. It was normal for them.

Nothing infuriated the Mario entity more than seeing your smug grin--now a rather creepy one that rivaled him and his buddies.

But Lord X and Hypno were impressed to see this was the real you..or at least the competitive side of you who always liked to win.

You definitely caught them all off-guard with your friendly looks. They just assumed you were a naive human trying to butt into their game night.

“Here you are, m’lord.” With a chuckle, you took the stack of rings from the other side of the table, sliding them back towards Lord X. And like a dragon hoarding gold, he gathered them all into his hands, grinning from ear to ear.

They were all his.

Every ring he’s wagered for the past month.

"Thank you, friend." He laughed. "You're an excellent player."

“Not even I could have predicted those moves with Future Sight.” Hypno remarked, scratching his head in disbelief. “What did you say your name was?”

“[Y/n].” You leaned back in the chair as you reshuffled your cards in your hands. “My story hasn’t hit the right crowd yet, so you probably haven't heard of me.”

“..ah, I get it now.” MK remarked. “I was thinkin’ they let a random human walk into the wrong bar. My bad.”

“It’s fine. If you guys don’t mind..I wouldn’t mind joining you for another game.”

“Maybe next time.” Lord X told you, shaking his head as he stood up from the table. “MK and I have some tortured souls to play with.”

“And I have to find Gold and bring him home.” Hypno stood up as well. His cards levitated around him and disappeared into his satchel. “That boy couldn’t have wandered off too far..”

“When you see him, tell him how stupid he looks with that bowtie, will ya?” MK sneered. “I mean..a bowtie on a hoodie??”

Hypno shot him a scowl. "If he didn't come with you, you don’t get to dictate what he can and can’t wear! He wanted to look “fashionable” and that’s the best I could do!!”

"Jeez really? Thought you were dressing him up for one of your game's "beauty contests".

You just smiled in amusement as they were the ones bickering this time around, with Lord X trying to quiet them down so Gold didn’t overhear their arguing.

‘They seem like a good trio..I’ll definitely play with them again.’

#clanask #anonymous #fnf x reader #friday night funkin x reader #pokepasta x reader #fnf hypno's lullaby x reader #hypno's lullaby x reader #fnf hypno #fnf lord x #fnf mk #platonic

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cat-buried-in-tall-grass · 6 months ago

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ALRIGHT. SPILL EVERYTHING SILVER. I NEED TO KNOWWWWW (and if he has a masterpost that i just. failed to see. link me that right meow)

what agent number is he !! what does he look like !! does he have proper kitty features (other than his REALLY swag claws) !! how tall is he !! is he a radiant ? (if so what are his abilities !!!) whats his overall ~vibe~

omg..... i think he wld get along with pua SO WELL. HE AND NEON AND PUA THE ULTIMATE TRIO !!!! i wonder if he wld get along with shizuka and poeiva too 👀👀 (shizuka being grimshaw's assistant/apprentice and poeiva being chamber's partner and buddies with fade)

i think this may be one of the first times our ocs have directly interacted SO I AM SOOOOO STOKED AND I NEED TO KNOW EVERYTHING ABT HIM SO THEY CAN BE FRIENDSSSSS (sorry for all the questions 😭😭)

ASNLKDJFCB OKAY,,,,,,,, no masterpost yet cause i'm Shy:tm: and not everything is fully set in stone yet

agent number is 31, which in numerology is asociated with originality and practicality. it can still change tho i'm. unsure. appearance wise he uh. i'm putting this utc don't wanna make it too long on the dash

his ears are PUNCHED w metal, both of em. his eyes are (nowadays) yellowish orange, and glow proper orange when using his abilities. color pallete is sth along these lines, and the most distinctive aspect of his outfit beyond his big fuckoff metal claws is that he wears a (somewhat cropped) hoodie that's oversized and a lil puffed up to cover up the wiring and metal strapped to him underneath it, which he uses to charge up his claws.

he doesn't have kitty features i'm afraid but he DOES have a kitty ears hoodie. it's his warmest, comfiest hoodie. his bestest hoodie. at heart he's a lynx. he's 179cm/5'8'' tall, and he IS a radiant, through prolonged exposure to radianite. radiation. lol. bit more lore of that can be found on this unfinished lore fic omg don't look at me.

his ability is metallokinesis, he controls all kinds of metal, but it's not exactly metalbending.

the "emp thing" is what's for now his ult. he digs his claws into one of his bombs while they're charged with electricity and throws it ahead to clear an area of traps and stuff. DON'T ASK ABT ANYTHING ELSE THO I NEED TO STUDY A LIL MORE TO MAKE THAT,,,,,,,

PERSONALITY. silver's like a cat in the sense that if he likes you he's really chill and nice and charismatic. and if he dislikes you he's probably two shitty comments away from slashing your throat. BIG hatred for corpos and authority thanks to his bg, really big on Justice and Retribuition, but it's skewed by his own personal experiences and attachments. the line between justice and revenge gets blurred. but when he's chill he's SO chill. literally a buddy. loves metalworking and general crafts, he made his claws and bombs out of literal scrap. big fan of card and tabletop games. has a soft spot for kids. loves himself someone who can match his vibe.

he's adopting shizuka as a SISTER tyvm, you got my back and i got yours kinda deal, a lil bickering but if anything happens to her he's jumping out and biting. poeiva. well. anyone who associates w chamber closely is on The Shitlist i'm afraid. buddies w fade tho? that means straight up "hm" territory

god that's a lot of stuff BUT HE'S SOOOOOO WILLING TO BE BUDDIES,,,,,,, I WANT THEM TO BE FRIENDS 🥺 LET THEM INTERACT....... HOLDING HIM UP TO YOU. HE'S J A SILLY LIL GUY WHO WANTS TO DO ARTS AND CRAFTS.

#sparklers : asks #vessel : david ''silver'' gutierrez #i'll post his vls once i'm done with em......

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robinette-green · 1 month ago

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I used to get a lot of nose bleeds as a kid and even though I don’t get them anymore I can still remember how people used to freak out.

The way Sun and Moon would react is a little different from how Solaris and Lucien would react.

Solaris would gasp before franticly pulling a handkerchief from a pocket and holding it to your nose.

“Sit, sit, sit! What happened?! Are you alright!?” He’d fuss over you and kiss your forehead as he held your hair back and you let the bleeding stop and once it was all over he’d want to get you a treat.

If it were Sun and Moon:

Sun would freak! Hands waving franticly, he’d scramble to get the first aide kit as he babbles about how everything will be alright! It’ll all be okay!! Pulling the first aid kit free, everything goes flying out of it and by the time he’s finished franticly picking up everything and made it back to you, you’ve already got a paper towel held to your noise and have everything handled. In the end you’d have to comfort Sun.

For Moon I’ve actually written something alone the lines of what he would do. The bleeding is more from hitting the nose then from just a normal nose bleed but I feel the way be behaves here would be similar.

I cowered on the floor, hands clamped over my ears as Sun struggled and screamed, his shift over to Moon a painful one as Sun fought to prevent it.

It took longer than I would have liked to kick myself to move. Sun's scream turned into a growl as I forced my legs underneath me and scrabbled at the floor to pull myself into a run.

"You're up past your bedtime."

Dashing across the floor to the nearest play set, Moon dropped in front of me, and I had to skid to a stop and change directions.

I could barely see the padded floor before me in the dark, so I didn't see the kiddie chair set to the side until I'd tripped over it.

I was sent flying into one of the plastic walls of a play structure with a yelp. Smacking into it face first, pain rocketed up my nose accompanied by a metallic smell.

This was pathetic. I was going to be caught, and I hadn't even made it into a structure.

Slowly, I sat up, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as pain radiated from my poor nose.

A whimper left me as I lifted my hand to my nose and found that hot, sticky liquid was trickling down my face. Was that blood? Had I broken it?

Then Moon landed next to me, and I panicked, scrambling away with a pathetic panicking noise.

"Stop. You'll hurt yourself more."

Large hands easily halted my escape, snagging me around the middle and lifting me out of the tube and into the air.

"N-NO!" I yelped, covering my nose and squeezing my eyes shut.

Carefully, the hands holding me set me down on the edge of the security desktop.

"Let me see what you've done," Moon murmured, his red eyes flicking over the tears and blood.

A flash of blue light blinded me in the dark, leaving me squinting with an afterimage left in my eyes.

"You didn't break it, but I'm sure it hurts."

I was having a really hard time processing what was going on. Moon wasn't trying to kill me. Instead, he was caring for me as though I was a small child who had had a tumble.

I did have a rather nasty tumble, but I wasn't a child.

Though I am crying like one… and my nose really hurts.

"I-if you're not going to hurt me, t-then why aren't you allowed to come out anymore?" I asked, voice muffled from my messed up nose.

Moon just stared at me. That was probably not what he'd expected me to say in this situation.

"Stay." He instructed before vanishing into the dark.

He didn't answer my question.

"Here." A paper towel was gently held to my nose, and I flinched, having not seen or heard Moon's approach.

"Head down till the bleeding stops, then we'll use a cold pack on your nose for a bit to help with the swelling."

"Thanks…" I mumbled.

Moon said nothing, continuing to watch me, hand still on my back. We sat there in silence until my nose stopped bleeding, then Moon brought me a cold pack to ease the swelling from my nose.

#glitter rock #glitter rock asks #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #dca fandom #fnaf sun and moon #human sundrop #human moon #sun and moon x reader #glitter rock writing #solaris and lucien

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oakwolves · 1 year ago

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18 + your favorite infinity train ship for the kiss game (i do not go here but we've been mutuals for so long that you are just a comforting presence on the dash so.)

Aww ty! I'm glad to hear that! Sorry this took so long lol. I went with Doebells (Kez/Alan Dracula) for this prompt since i've already done this one with a different ship!

As her friends walked away laughing, Kez felt the last of her draining confidence slipping away.When she heard the car door slam shut, she sighed and gravitated lower to the ground against the wall. She looked back at the bathroom door where Ryan and Min-Gi were and heard the sound of music playing quietly. She smiled slightly, then floated away from the door without a word.

“I’ll just… leave you guys to that…” she made her way over to one of the punch tables. But as soon as she lowered her cup into the punch bowl, the table rustled a little. Then, it suddenly, launching the punch bowl in the air and leaving a white-tailed deer in its place.

“Oh my god!” Kez shieked, dropping her cup. Upon a closer look, she recognized who it was. The punch bowl, landed on the deer and soaked him completely

The deer snorted and dug his feet into the ground a few times. He then burst into flames, instantly evaporating the punch before the fire went out.

“Oh… hey! I didn’t see you at all at this party,” she said. “But… I guess that doesn't really matter since the party’s over now…I kinda blew it.”

The deer started to nudge Kez towards a different table, one with various snacks. As he helped himself to the leftover food, Kez rested on the table next to him quietly. She glanced at the bathroom door again. Ryan and Min-Gi still hadn’t come out. Not that she blamed them. Now that the party was a bust, they’d be stuck here until the next party rolls around.

A puff of hot air brushed over her, sending her a few inches backwards. She looked up to find the deer peering down at her.

“Oh, that’s my friends there. I’m sure you saw what happened on stage. I really thought things would go well. I mean, we’re so close to seeing Morgan and… things would be alright.”

Kez sighed and decided to help herself to some of the food on the table alongside the deer.

“I really thought I’d be able to help these guys and maybe do something right for a change,” she said. “But even if we do get out of this car and back to my car I’m still worried about stuff going wrong.”

The deer snorted, as though asking Kez to elaborate before continuing to devour the food in front of him.

“You know how I said I wanted to explore the other cars for a while? Well, I uh, I kinda, like, got kicked out,” she admitted. “I swear I wasn’t trying to ruin Morgan’s life, things just happened so quickly and I couldn’t stop everything from coming crashing down before it was too late. When I ran into Ryan and Min-Gi, they're just… always fighting and then they make up and then they start fighting again…at least they seem to be getting along now.”

Kez shoveled another brownie in her mouth.

In between bites, she said, “Those two have a lot going on from wherever they came from that I can’t even begin to understand. I figured that maybe it would be better if… they didn’t have to go back home and deal with all that. And maybe Morgan wouldn’t be lonely anymore. It’s, like, supposed to be a win-win? Right?”

The little bell deflated when she detected no reaction from the deer. She continued eating quietly. The deer suddenly straightened up, projecting a glowing image from his antlers. When Kez looked closer, she saw an apparition of herself talking to Ryan and Min-Gi. The guys looked a little upset, but understanding. The three of them shared a hug before the image faded out into the air. The deer closed his eyes briefly before staring back at Kez.

“You’re right…. I should talk to them about this,” Kez said. “When the moment’s right. Thanks.”

The deer blinked before nuzzling the metal shell of Kez’s body. She felt her body heat up slightly and smiled at him. The door to the bathroom opened, and Min-Gi popped his head out looking around. His eyes rested on Kez. He shifted a little and patted the space on her shoulder , encouraging her to take a seat there. Kez looked back between Min-Gi and the deer. The deer snorted and nudged Kez towards the bathroom.

“Alright, alright, I’ll go!” she laughed. She leaned in and left a brief kiss on the side of the deer’s face. His antlers suddenly burst alive with sparkling roses blooming on the crown. One of the roses fell off, and he leaned forward to catch it in his mouth to eat. With that, he gave Kez one final nudge towards Min-Gi and took off.

Kez watched the deer fly off into the air before following Min-Gi into the bathroom.

#infinity train #drabble #doebells #alan dracula #kez infinity train #infinity train book 4 #asks

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monoposting · 2 years ago

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Replaying the LN1 dlc chapters again because I love to suffer!! Time for some thoughts and observations on the Lady and the Residence chapter as a whole.

(Please keep in mind that I am only making observations about what I see as I play the game! I missed a lot of external content and fandom activity so please don’t be rude if I say things that are considered obvious.)

I like how it’s immediately obvious that this area is much more lived in, and despite the mess of books on the floor it seems otherwise very clean compared to the rest of the maw! The hearth is still glowing with embers, and clearly sees frequent use. Books are left open near comfy chairs, or set aside for later reading and sorting as if someone got halfway through picking up the mess when a book caught her eye.

About that hearth: it’s goddamn COLD in the Residence. Despite the luxury here compared to the rest of the Maw, RK’s breath fogs up in the air in several areas. I’m not sure if that’s meant to be a side effect of the Lady’s presence or just an unfortunate reality of living in a big metal boat?

The ladders and stepstools are perfectly sized to allow kids like RK to get around with relative ease. Same for the stairs. There’s no real struggle to use them as intended. The Lady is more petite than many of the Adults in this world, but not THAT small. It’s almost like this place was designed with children in mind, to an extent.

Similarly, there’s places that are intentionally difficult for kids to get to on their own. The secret room behind the bookcase for one, or the hall of broken mirrors. It feels like there’s a defined “safe area” where those hypothetical children can roam, and as long as they don’t touch anything they shouldn’t it’s actually VERY safe???

Which brings me to the Lady herself.

I’d forgotten that when we first pass her, she’s playing her song on a music box. That detail certainly feels different after playing LN2

Dolls. There’s SO many dolls! Shelves full of them, carefully lined up in rows. More on that in a bit

The Shadow Children. God I have so many thoughts about them but no idea where to start??? I forgot about their dash move, which is a) annoying, and b) really cool! I’m not sure if it’s more like a temporary speed boost, or a baby-steps version of the way the Lady can appear out of nowhere. Plus they sound like they’re having a good time, and a lot of the time they don’t even really attack until you point the flashlight at them (or provoke a different Shadow Kid near them). They just kinda stand there menacingly until you get too close? I have to wonder how they came to be. Might make another post on this later with more details about their behavior and some thoughts I’ve had about them.

The above two points plus some other environmental clues lead me to believe that the Lady might actually want to be a mother? Which is a fucked up desire in the LN world already, before you even think about the fact that she feeds children to the Guests on a regular basis. But… the dolls treated with such care, and the way the Shadow Children are given porcelain masks to match her own and allowed to roam her Residence, and the fact that many of the library shelves are made accessible to someone RK’s size even though the books are LITERALLY their height…

It’s possible that the Lady’s problem with mirrors (and her appearance) is about more than just vanity. Like, it’s one thing to be upset that you aren’t beautiful and can’t regain your lost youth. It’s another thing to resent your appearance and age because you wanted to do more? If you wanted to start a family, and raise children of your own in as much luxury and warmth as you could offer, and now that you’re at the end of your life you have nothing to show for it but corpses and shadows and sagging skin…?

I think this adds another layer of complexity to her character. Don’t get me wrong, she’s still definitely not a great person (and who would be, surviving in this world?) and I like Evil Women as much as the next guy, but… vanity and greed and a genuine desire for companionship or family are NOT mutually exclusive. She can be self-obsessed and okay with doing terrible things and STILL be upset that she doesn’t have any children of her own to pass her Fucked Up Cannibalism Boat down to.

Of course there’s also the idea that she DID have children and none of them lived, but that’s another concept entirely.

On a lighter note! She likes tea :]

She also seems rather forgetful, at least with her belongings? She’s the type to sit down with tea and a book, then just kind of get up and leave the teapot on the bookshelf if something else captures her attention.

That being said her security measures are SIGNIFICANTLY more refined and clever than any of the others in the Maw. She’s pretty damn intelligent! She might just also be scatterbrained at times.

It probably isn’t meant to be funny but. The big portrait over the stairs. She’s just doing the Mona Lisa pose but backwards. Babe?

Side note. There’s SO many paintings around and WHERE are the artists? Did the Lady paint them herself? Is there some wandering Painter that goes around making dozens upon dozens of portraits for the monsters of this world? Has someone made that oc? I want to see them

Globe :]

The huge grandfather clock ALSO feels very different after playing LN2. I doubt that one was as much of an intentional callback when they were making LN2 tho? Clocks are just always sort of ominous

Never noticed before but the decoy book doesn’t have a big eye design on the cover! I never bothered to look at the decoy much before

Why does the secret bookcase door have skid marks in FRONT of it? You push it BACK to open it. What

I really like how RK will carefully set a Flotsam bottle down so it doesn’t fall over, but if they’re carrying one of the Lady statuettes they just. Open their arms and watch it drop directly to the floor.

I could definitely read into the idea that the Lady made a mechanism where the only way to enter one of the wings is to BLIND THE WATCHFUL EYE. I could read a lot into it. I could also find meaning in the fact that the wing hidden behind this puzzle has several statues of faceless children in it. Maybe a post for another day but probably not <3

Spiders :] in all seriousness! The presence of spiders and cobwebs generally means this wing has gone untouched for quite a while. That’s in pretty sharp contrast to the way the rest of the Residence feels like a home. A weird home, but still.

I am currently assuming that there are bedrooms behind those green doors we pass at the very start of the Residence chapter? Because we only really explore the huge library and gallery areas.

Might replay that part of Six’s route later to knit together a mental map.

Forgot about the little shrine of lady statues inside the wall. Who’s leaving offerings? The Lady herself definitely can’t fit in there. Is it the Shadow Children?

Speaking of them again. They kill you by rushing INTO your body and seemingly possessing you??? I want to know more about them PLEASE

May or may not be a child or doll in a birdcage near the end of the Shadow Kid section. The cage is open but the figure inside sits motionless. Reminds me of the end of Six’s route, where she’s ripped open the doors of her prison but can’t actually go anywhere. She’s forced to sit and wait for some outside force to act on her again.

Piano :]

That fucked up little moment where the Lady herds RK into a room where there’s a mirror waiting, just the right size for them to pick it up and fight her like Six does… except it’s already shattered. They never had a fighting chance. All the doors were already closed and locked before they could see the sun.

That’s all for now! Leave a little like if you read this far <3 I appreciate it!!

#also if you wanna talk about these games feel free to @ me or something #I don’t have any other friends in this fandom yet so #it’s just me and my thoughts at the moment :) :) :)#monoposting #little nightmares #ln the lady #long post

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