#I didn't forget to draw that last one's leg he's just missing a leg

[thistleburr]

I'm constantly thinking about blue death-feigning beetles these days

[thisismeracing]

Could you please make a quick blurb with this smut prompt (thought it was so mick-coded): ❛ you're mine, and i take care of what belongs to me. ❜

I think the prompt was supposed to be about jealous!dom!mick, but I went with something a bit different (mick caught yn touching herself) that still fit into it. Hopefully, it's good!

Here you go! I hope you guys like it! Don't forget to reblog and leave me an ask/comment. *mwah*

word count: 0.8k

pairing: mick schumacher x reader (she/her pronouns)

warnings: +18; mentions of sex; graphic description of masturbation and oral sex (fem receiving); not proofread; Minors DNI!

The buzz of the vibrator and your low whines were the only sound between the four walls of the room. The curtains were drawn shut halfway, casting just the perfect lighting inside. Yn pressed the little bullet harder on her clit, frustrated with how it did not seem enough for her body. She missed Mick. 

She needed Mick. 

But Yn wouldn’t come between him and racing. She knew he needed to train and do rounds and rounds of stuff though it was not race week. And if she asked, he would part himself in ten pieces so she could have one, but Yn did not want to burden him. She would never purposefully make him feel guilty for following his dreams, especially because Schumacher wasn’t anything but supportive of hers as well.

“Fuck,” she whispered, furiously adding two fingers into her slick hole in an attempt to feed her desires. 

Just when Yn was about to curse again the bedroom door opened, and Mick arched his brows watching his girlfriend scramble with the sheets to cover herself. 

“What are you doing, Liebe?” 

She stared at his gym clothes, he was probably about to leave. It was a bit earlier than usual, and that caught her off guard too. 

“I- uhm… nothing.” Yn faked a smile.

“That does not look like nothing to be,” he shot back. “You were touching yourself,” Mick pointed, smirking, “and you sound frustrated.”

Yn huffed, puffing her cheeks “Well, I am frustrated!! Neither this freaking toy nor my fingers seem to work.”

“Why didn't you just tell me so I could help you?”

Mick marches inside, throwing his shirt on the ground and lying on his stomach in front of Yn.

“Micky, you have training now. I don't wanna bug you.”

And then it draws to him. Mick realizes that maybe their schedule crashes weren’t working as he thought they did. Maybe Yn was feeling neglected. And though he too missed her and missed sex, he was so used to the rushing and hurrying pace of his life that he didn't stop to think too much about it.

“Look at me,” he got on top of her. 

Yn sighed and turned her face to his.

“You would never ever burden or bug me, you know it, Schatzi. What is it I always tell you?”

“If you need anything, and I mean anything, you tell me” Yn mocks, trying to sound like him and Mick chuckles at her sassyness.

“Now, drop these sheets, open your legs, and let me do my job” She starts to protest but Mick puts a finger on her lips. “You’re mine, and I take care of what belongs to me. Let me do my job,” he mumbles against the skin of her neck.

Yn whines before lacing her hands on Mick’s neck and bringing his lips to hers. His fingers wander to the inside of the shirt she’s wearing, his shirt, and he pushes it up enough to expose her naked chest. Mick gives Yn one last peck on the lips before trailing his kisses down her body. He plays with her boobs for a second, squeezing, biting, and licking them, before finally reaching her pussy.

She’s slick with wetness from her previous attempts to cum, and Mick hums in appreciation. He grabs the little bullet toy, turns it on, and brings it to her clit before kissing the inside of her thighs. That was just what she was doing before: rubbing the damn thing on her perky nub, but for some reason, when Mick does it it causes a whole different reaction. It’s like her body knows exactly what's coming, or rather who’s coming. 

Mick dips his head to her pussy and licks a stripe. He smirks at Yn’s body response and dives in adding two fingers inside her. They pass between her walls easily and he keeps his ministrations, kissing wherever his mouth reaches, fucking Yn with his fingers and rubbing her vibrator to her clit. 

“I’m so sorry I neglected you, babe,” he’s whispering and it only draws to Yn that he’s talking to her pussy when he states it looking into her eyes and says so. “I’m apologizing to her, I can’t believe we let her go so long without an orgasm.”

Yn closes her eyes and moves her hips up, torn between chuckling at Mick’s antics and cumming on the spot because holy fuck that was hot. 

“Such a pretty pussy, I’m gonna give what it deserves,” he states before adding another finger and raising the vibrations. It doesn’t take long for Yn to cum, and of course, Mick wasn’t satisfied with only one. He wanted to make up for the lost time, that meant she would cum at least three more times. 

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: I had to refrain myself from making it bigger than what it was supposed to be lol but I hope you guys like it anyway!! Reblogs and asks are my fav form of support, make sure to leave them, every time you do a love fairy is born somewhere hihih

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[skeletboi]

Part 17 of the Intridmensional AU!

This one starts right at the end of the last part, so I'd suggest reading the last few lines of part 16 before diving in here!

First /// Previous /// Next

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“Would you believe I told ol’ Fordsie here to keep his idiot brother away from his project after what happened last time, yet here you are! HAH!”

“Ford…?” Stan asked, taking a step back.

“Sixer isn't home right now! Please leave a message after the beep! BEEEEEEPPPP!” Ford said before breaking out into laughter.

“Stanford… what in tarnation…” Fiddleford asked.

Stan grabbed Fiddleford's arm and took a step back.

“Didn't I just say he wasn't home?!” Ford said, tilting his head and smiling painfully wide.

“I don't think that's Ford…” Stan said, dragging Fiddleford back another step.

“DING DING! The idiot gets one point! I figured you'd be the one to catch on first, Fiddlesticks! How disappointing! You'd think you'd be better at recognizing the man you left your wife and kid for! Hilarious! How are they, by the way?! Or did you forget them?!”

“What- Stanford…” Fiddleford said, his voice barely a whisper.

“Fidds, something is seriously wrong, that is not my brother!” Stan said.

“‘Fidds?’ Damn, lesser twin, that's cold! Ruin your brother's life then steal his ex boyfriend, too?! Hah! No wonder he hates you!”

“What are you?!” Fiddleford asked, his voice shaking.

“Haven't figured it out, specs?! Hah! I thought you were supposed to be smart! What would Fordsy ever see in you?! You noticed his ‘sleepwalking’ and ‘weird behavior’, but even when I'm right in front of you you still can't put it together!”

“You're the one who came up with the portal idea.” Fiddleford said slowly, dread sitting heavy in his stomach, freezing him in place even as not-Stanford stepped closer to him.

“DING DING! Another winner! The name's Bill! It's a displeasure to finally meet you! You humans are so stupid! Once Fordsy finishes that portal your world will be mine! And another thing-”

Stan didn't wait to hear the rest. He grabbed a wrench from a nearby work table and swung, watching in horror as Ford crumpled to the ground.

“That was still Ford.” Fiddleford said, looking seconds away from passing out.

“What else was I supposed to do?! Let him keep sayin’ nonsense?! I mean-fuck! What the hell have you two been doing?! What is this portal you keep mentioning?!”

“It's a transuniversal metavortex.” Fiddleford said quietly. “A gateway into another dimension.”

“Why in the sci-fi hell would you want to build that?!” Stan asked.

“Because! He asked me to!” Fiddleford suddenly yelled, making Stan jump.

“I thought he forgot about me, Stanley.” Fiddleford said, quieter now. “I couldn't say no ta him after he called. I reckon lookin’ back now, I shoulda said no, but he was so excited-”

“Fidds!” Stan said, drawing Fiddleford from his quiet rambling. “Blaming yourself isn't going to do anything. All three of us have made some fucked up mistakes! Right now we need to find out what the hell that thing using my brother as a puppet is before he tries to turn on that sci-fi death triangle over there!”

“Triangle.” Fiddleford mumbled.

“Yes, a triangle. Glad you caught that part.” Stan deadpanned.

“I hafta dismantle the portal.” Fiddleford said, looking across the room at the machine. “Stan! We gotta stop this! We have to stop that demon!” Fiddleford grabbed Stan's arm and dragged him towards the portal.

“Missing leg, Fidds!” Stan said, trying to keep his balance on the dirt floor as Fiddleford pulled him.

“Right, sorry Stanley. I jus’ need yer help, There’s an emergency shut off. We can shut the whole thing down, but it takes two people!” Fiddleford said quickly, letting go of Stan's arm to rummage in his pockets for a set of keys. “Take this.” he said, pulling a key off the ring and handing it to Stan. “There's a spot in the control panel o’er there. I'll count ta three, then we both gotta turn the keys. Got it?”

“Fiddleford!” They heard Ford yell from behind them.

“Shit.” Stan swore, putting the key in his pocket and turning towards Ford. “Fuck you, you weird ass demon! Leave my brother and Fiddleford alone!”

“Demon?! Stanley, what are you talking about? What the hell happened?! The last thing I remember was you and Fiddleford fighting! Did he use the gun on me?!” Ford asked, panic rising in his voice.

“You happened, asshole! Don't play dumb with me, Bill!” Stan yelled back.

“Bill?! How do you know that name?” Ford asked, dumbfounded.

“Because he possessed ya! He told us his name, Stanford! How could ya trust a demon?! What happened to the idea for this darned portal bein’ ‘hard work’?!” Fiddleford yelled, finally joining in on the fight.

“He's not a demon! He's a higher being! A Muse!” Ford said. “I gave him permission to possess me as he saw fit, I just didn't expect him to do it now!”

“He possessed ya, Ford! That sure as heck sounds like a demon ta me!” Fiddleford responded.

“He- no- he…. he's my friend!” Ford said.

“You have got to be fucking with me!” Stan yelled. “Friends don't let you possess them and then shout insults at your actual friends!”

“Insults? He- he was joking. He loves joking, that's all.” Ford said frantically, taking a few wobbly steps towards Stan.

“Goddammit, Ford. You're too smart for this!” Stan said, turning away. “We're shutting this sci-fi nightmare down.”

“No!” Ford said, running down to meet them. “Stan, you can't!”

“I'm sorry, Ford.” Fiddleford said, making his way back to the machine on the other side of the lab.

Ford grabbed Stan's arm and yanked him backwards, miscalculating the amount of force he used and accidently throwing him against the control panel. Stan glared at him and lunged, grabbing him by the collar and pushing him backwards.

“Goddammit, Sixer! We're trying to help you!” He yelled.

“Help me? You have no idea what you're doing! You know nothing about Bill!” Ford said, sounding a bit unsure and pushing Stan back.

“Uh- fellas, careful ‘round that ‘quipment, there!” Fiddleford said, but the twins ignored him.

“I know enough! I know a con man when I hear one, Ford, and that demon is the ultimate con man!” Stan yelled, trying to walk away from Ford before he hurt him again, but Ford grabbed his arm and tried to drag him away from the control panel.

“How much of a con man can he be?! He was right, after all! I should have done better to keep you away from my project!” Ford snarled.

“Fuck you, Ford. If you want to believe that fucking monster over us, than fine, but we're shutting this down!” Stan said, pushing his brother as hard as he could, sending him falling backwards onto the lever in the middle of the room.

“No!” Fiddleford yelled, but it was too late. The portal crackled to life, filling the dark lab with an eerie blue glow.

“Oh shit.” Stan said, taking a step back.

“It works.” Ford said, smiling up at the light. “It works!”

“That ain't good, Stanford!” Fiddleford said, running over to try and drag Ford away. “We need ta shut it down!”

“We are not shutting it down!” Ford said, pushing Fiddleford away.

Ford tried to pull Stan away from the machine, but forgot, in all the commotion, about Stan's new peg leg. He grew up with Stan. He had seen him stand his ground against bullies twice his size. But that was back when he had two legs to stand on, so he was thrown off guard when Stan didn't stay standing. They both slid across the ground, over the yellow line where the portal could reach, and suddenly started to float.

“What the fuck?!” Stan exclaimed, flailing his arms and looking for anything to grab onto.

“Stanford! Stanley!” Fiddleford screamed, grabbing some spare cable from the ground and running towards them. “Grab on!”

“Tie it down!” Stan yelled, as he caught the cable and grabbed Ford's arm, holding on for dear life.

“I can't!” Fiddleford said as he started to slip.

The twins were much heftier than him and his shoes were not grippy enough to keep him down. He wrapped the cord around his wrist and reached behind him, trying to grab the lever to hold himself back, but his fingers just barely grazed it.

“Do something!” Stan yelled as Ford disappeared through the blue light. “Fiddleford!”

Stan melted into the blue after Ford as Fiddleford's feet lifted from the ground.

“Well, shit.” Fiddleford said, as he fell through the portal after them.

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This feels a bit like a cheesy movie scene. That's all I could think while I was writing it... but hey! We made it to the portal!

There is probably some serious plot issues with this scene, like was the portal even ready? Sure it was! It's January and they were going to test it in the next day or two, so... sure it was!

Would Bill leave Ford's mind if he was unconscious? Probably!?

Does Stan not hit very hard, because Fidds and Ford were both hit, and not out for very long?! Well, he was probably subconsiously holding back a bit- this is his brother and his new friend he met a whole day ago and would fight a literal god for.

Why does Stan immediately trust and want to protect Fidds?! He just be like that, okay? Fidds is someone important to his brother, therefore worth protecting.

Okay, I'll stop now.

I start a new job tomorrow, so the updates on this might slow down a bit... sorry. I need to survive in this failing economy.

[mayiwritesomething]

Don’t Change (One-Shot)

Wordcount: 600 words

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

A/N: just a small one-shot fluff i wrote after listening to INXS haha

It fits a while after chapter 9 from the main series, but can be read as it’s own

> MASTERLIST

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“What you wanna eat?” You asked as you emerged from your room’s bathroom, the steam trailing behind you like a scene from a retro sci-fi movie.

“Well…” Pedro said, lounging on your bed with a mischievous smile. “You,” he quipped, causing you to roll your eyes as he chuckled at catching you off guard. “Okay, okay, jokes aside, babe. How about pizza?” You settled onto the bed in a The Clash shirt, and Pedro ran his hands along your legs as you reached for your face serum on the counter.

“We had pizza last time,” you whined, to which he just shrugged in response. “Can we try something different this time? We've already exhausted the hotel menu, by the way,” you pointed out (there was only two more weeks filming) nestling in beside him as he absentmindedly ran his fingers over your skin.

“Are you sure?” He lifted his head to meet your slightly annoyed expression. “Well… Tacos?” he suggested tentatively, apprehensive of your reaction. “Or should we just order something from the hotel for a quicker option?”

“I don’t know,” you murmured thoughtfully. “I'm kind of over the whole lobster, beef Wellington, and all that fancy bland stuff… Gosh, how I miss my spices and my kitchen,” you joked as you stretched your arms. “But tacos sound perfect tonight. It's chilly outside, and I'm starving, so tacos it is!”

"Alright, just give me a few seconds to order the food so we can start our movie. Chicken for you?" You nodded in agreement as he grabbed his phone. While he placed the order, you applied your serum and settled back into your spot. Once he finished, he returned to your side. "I wasn't kidding when I said I wanted to eat you," he teased once more.

"Oh shut up, man," you chuckled as he wrapped his arm around you, both of you trying to find a comfortable position in bed. You clicked play on the movie you had chosen.

"Pet Sematary?" he asked within the first five seconds.

"Wow, this was a quick guess," you remarked, giving him a playful look.

"I love how you're all about setting the mood with an '80s horror flick on our date night," he joked.

"Well, we can pick another one if you prefer," you said, feeling a bit foolish about your choice.

"No way, babe! I really like this one," he reassured you. You shot him a skeptical glance. "I'm serious," he insisted.

"Okay, then," you murmured, snuggling into his arm and intertwining your legs with his.

"I really dig your taste in movies, you know?" He complimented, looking at you.

"I know you do,” you laughed. “This one has a killer soundtrack," you explained, eyes fixed on the screen.

"Sometimes I forget I’m dating a fucking awesome composer," he said, cupping your face. You responded with a kiss, which he reciprocated with passion.

"Baby, let's focus on the movie for now. We can pick up where we left off later since you're staying the night," you giggled.

"Yeah, let's do that. Otherwise, it'll be Netflix and chill, but with just the chill part," he joked, as you hugged him and hummed in agreement.

"Babe?" He called out.

"What?" you responded.

"Just promise me you'll never change," he said softly.

"I won't," you assured him, planting a kiss on his forehead.

"Good to know. You're perfect just the way you are," he said, drawing you closer. You didn't know how to respond, so you simply held him tighter beneath the blanket.

"Thank you. I promise I won't change," you murmured as he pulled you in closer.

Don't change for you

Don't change a thing for me

[66sharkteeth]

Weekly thoughts, ep 177-

And do I have thoughts this week! As well as things to point out.

I was pretty excited about this episode and it's kind of something I've been building up to for a while. I've talked in the past about Claude's development being some of my favorite in the series, and this ep is kind of what these past few eps have been building up to. I know the last few eps haven't been the most thrilling- Which is normal, to have some calm eps after a huge events, and I have been sprinkling important scenes in there (I mean, Rex got The Memory™), but another big thing drawing these past few eps out were getting Claude to this moment. I think in the original outline, this scene actually came a lot sooner, and it just felt...far too sudden to me. It needed those scenes we've seen the past few eps of Jericho confiding in Claude and him realizing Jericho is too far gone.

Which honestly, I think is kind of sad in a way nobody's really pointed out- Jericho revealing all his plans to Claude because he's the one person he thinks he can trust, and then Claude going behind his back with the information. But like Claude said in the episode, he does this all with the best intention for Jericho- He realizes he's gone too far now and he's trying to put out the fire Jericho set before the bridge is entirely burned.

Now as for his actual plan and if he'll get away with it... Haha, well, I even said last week these panels were important information that I knew people were gonna gloss over and sure enough...

Maybe it would have been more obvious if I put him in...literally pants lol. but yeah, dude was under a blanket the whole episode and it wasn't because he was cold:

That said, I do think the majority connected all the dots, but there were definitely a few people who didn't quite catch onto Claude's plan.

Now I DO think a more valid question is if Jericho could feel what Claude was writing. Which honestly, I just... Didn't really even think about until people started asking, but...

Maybe he just wrote on his human leg

I actually don't think the blank space can feel anything? I mean, we saw Jericho getting ripped and torn apart by scientists and he talks about how it didn't actually hurt.

After people pointed it out, I got curious and tried to write the note on my own leg and... honestly I dont think I would have ever known what someone was writing. I think I would have just thought it was a grocery list. So I think even if Jericho COULD feel it...he still wouldn't assume it was anything but a list of medicine and maybe some other things he needed.

That said... I think everyone is very valid to see a giant death flag over Claude now LOL. You'll just have to keep reading in regards to that.

Hm... I feel like I'm forgetting something. I think the only last thing I had some thoughts on were the small percent of people who still hate Claude and don't see this as any kind of redemption. To which... damn, yall are harsh LOL, but okay. I do kind of think those people are missing...a lot... in regards to Claude's development and his struggles but... w/e he's a fictional character and the enabler of the guy who has killed two protagonists now, so I get it more than like... Lyss. Who just made made wrong choices with the best intentions.

[bluhourz]

when you get hurt

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Having a crazy tall boyfriend had it perks. Like being able to put your head on his chest when you hug, how he intimidates anyone who makes you uncomfortable as soon as he walks over, and how he can reach everything on the high shelves for you. The last one was a problem when he wasn't home though. Hence why you shakily stood on a chair trying to reach the cereal he placed on the highest shelf in the kitchen.

"I swear it's like he forgets how short I am," you huffed as you strained forwards.

Just as you felt the box touch your fingers the chair gave way underneath you. This is how you found yourself stuck at home with a cast covering your left leg. Hiding it from Yeonjun was not the best choice you could have made but you knew how he would react and you didn't want to distract him. You decided to just tell him when he came back home.

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Finally the day came and Yeonjun was coming back home from the USA. You have been missing him like crazy, like you usually do, but you knew how big it was for them to be performing there. Looking at your leg you felt a bit nervous about what he would say. You didn't have long to worry about it before he burst through the door.

"I'm home baby!" he yelled with a big smile on his face. He was expecting you to be running towards him to jump in his arms like you usually do. Instead he saw you smiling sheepishly on the couch.

"Junnie," you said as you tried standing up.

As soon as he saw your cast he dropped everything and ran over to your side.

"No, sit down," his hands gently pushed you down again as he crouched in front of you, "What happened? Why didn't you tell me? Do you need me to get you something? No, wait. First, how in hells name did you even do this? Did you try dancing to Crown again? You know I said I would teach you when I came back." Yeonjun had a frown and a massive pout on this face.

"No, I was trying to get the cereal that this guy who has like 80% legs put right at the back on this highest shelf possible. It's not that serious though," you laughed.

"Jagi, this is serious," his voice showed how hurt he was feeling, "How could you not tell me? You're hurt. And you have been all alone. Why have you been trying to deal with this by yourself?"

"I've not been by myself," you sighed. You knew he was angry. He had the right to be. "Y/F/N has been coming around almost every day to help me."

"You know that's not what I mean," Yeonjun ran his hand through his hair as he also sighed, "How could you not tell me that you broke your leg? You know I would've flown down immediately."

"Which is exactly why I didn't tell you. Imagine what MOA would say if you just didn't perform at Lollapalooza. As a fellow MOA I couldn't do that to them or to me."

You tried to joke with him to lighten the mood but it didn't quite work. The frown stayed ever present on Yeonjun's pretty face as his eyes stayed on your leg.

"Baby, please don't be upset with me," your voice was soft as you took his hands in yours.

The slight way he leaned forward into your touch gave you hope. Finally, he let out a big sigh as his eyes met yours.

"I'm really sorry I didn't tell you. I just didn't want you to worry when you had such an important show. I'm okay though. Really."

He stayed quiet as you spoke, trying to explain yourself. His eyes didn't leave your face now. You gave one last smile to convince him you were okay.

"Really? You promise?" his voice was soft as he asked.

"Really."

Carefully, Yeonjun placed his hands on your cast. He inspected some of the drawings and messages your friends have written down so far. Finally, he found one that managed to make him smile.

"Who just drew a butt?" he chuckled.

"Ooohhhh, so that was Y/F/N. You know the time we went to the river for the picnic?"

And so you two shared the stories of what you have been up to while he's been gone. You were just happy to be together again, forgetting briefly about your injury.

[cheesycatz]

INSTAGRAM ASKS BELOW WOOHOO I CAN NOT SHUT UP ABOUT THIS FREAK

(I updated the lore posts on here in like May because there was outdated stuff I completely missed and finally updated it on instagram too woopsies🧍‍♂️)

He draws. In used school notebooks, across old books, over discarded mail. Broken pencils, dried up markers, dull crayons, chewed pens. He draws the trees he will never climb, fields and fields of flowers, discolored leaves and vines. Sometimes he adds himself.

He keeps a faded journal in one of the jacket's many hidden pockets. A way to pass the time while waiting for prey to… sell to. He only draws “Spamton” in it, not himself. Nothing incriminating.

…never drawn an addison before.

In all seriousness, I've dedicated a lot of thought to Wormton's art style and what he draws. It's relevant to the fic; as foreshadowing, as angst, as fluff, as a plot device. It's meant to appear childish—as in, made by someone who just wanted to make something without caring about what it looks like. The lines are jagged and dig into the page, often ripping through. I held the pencil with three fingers, and used my right (nondominant) hand to write the text and color. His face is drawn in an abstract way where it doesn't resemble his mask, but anyone who hasn't seen his real face would assume it is the mask. He draws himself bigger than he really is, draws his three fingers in place of his mittens, and colors his eyes in the wrong order because he uses his mirrored reflection as reference. He draws Blue's face nearly the exact same as his because he doesn't know how to draw anyone but himself, and forgets their fourth fingers and scribbles them on after the fact. His spelling and handwriting is incomprehensible half the time.

Other than drawing, he also spends a lot of time hunting for food. He explores the Trash Zone, looking for things to sell or keep. He spends time performing maintenance on his disguise, either attempting to clean it or do repairs. He takes time to groom his fur, genuinely hating how filthy his costume and having to look in dumpsters makes him. He likes to inspect and rearrange all the trinkets in his nest before he burrows into his vast pile of shredded blankets, stuffing, and old pillows for the night (or morning? He's not quite nocturnal but he goes to sleep at like 3 am).

Blue's fear definitely does not go away. They might not be as grossed out by certain things (like if they saw an insect or centipede rubbing its legs against its antennae, they'd now understand that it’s simply grooming itself in the same way Wormton cleans his nose). But, I think that the majority of their fear for “creepy crawlies” (and Wormton initially) come from how unpredictable and fast they can be. They're hard to keep track of, you can't tell if they're crawling on your face or if your brain is being paranoid, spiders and centipedes specifically come out when the lights are off, Wasps will sting you for doing absolutely nothing, it goes on. They invade your safe space, you can't tell which can kill you and which are harmless, and nothing you do will convince them to leave your home.

Fortunately for Blue, Wormton's pheromones scare away pretty much any animal with a sense of smell, and he eats whatever is left. There's no birdsong around their home. He's the only one they have to worry about raiding the pantry, building nests in the walls, and crawling on the ceiling.

Yeah, I imagine that Ralsei and/or Queen would have to announce to the general public that Spamton is under protection so that he can finally exist without his disguise. Out of the volunteer researchers who weren't killed and didn't leave Cyber City before Deltarune takes place, I don't think they would dare enter his presence. Personally I would not try to speak to the last surviving member of a genocide if I had previously experimented on and killed thousands of their people's children

There's a lot of hatred for invasive species, especially ones that cause severe damage to both property and people, like malworms do. Some take joy in killing as many as possible. But, I think it's important to remember that species don't choose to be invasive. This is especially apparent with malworms, since they're sapient (though that information isn't really known by darkners). They've been taken out of their natural cave-like environment in the Deep Web and thrown onto the Surface Web with no hope of returning. The bright lights, loud sounds, and open areas of the city are disorienting and terrifying. But, without natural predators or competition, malworms multiply quickly. They destroy buildings, chew power lines, and kill anything they come across. But, the malworms can't stay, can't be reasoned with, and eradicating them was the only option Cyber City had. I suppose it's a miserable fight on both ends. Nobody really wins.

Technically, the only plastic required in a malworm's diet is polyethylene, and gift cards are usually made of polyvinyl chloride acetate. But, malworms like chewing and eating inedible things in general, so it wouldn't be surprising if one did eat a gift card. They like stealing/eating physical money because it annoys people and because Cyber World's dark dollars happen to be made out of the plastic they need.

[the-kr8tor]

Hehe :) was feeling evil (tw death? Yea)

Survivor Hobie x survivor reader in a post apocalyptic world (zombies/clickers: tlou based)

As you walk through the warmth of the quiet woods, mosquitoes bite at you relentlessly and your partner. Your s u r v i v a l partner and nothing more. Hobie and you found each other in a desolate city. Your car was out of gas, his legs were tired. After a lot of heavy doubting you came to warm up around one another, he protected you, you protected him. You both saw the other through injury in just about a few months of vagabonding. The both of you never truly belong anywhere as you dredge through the woods and cities carefully.

He'd be lying if he said you didn't make a good travel partner though, you're smart enough to not just eat whatever and you can defend yourself a good bit. You however are getting annoyed and curious, he keeps writing in a small notebook he carries around and always at the most random times yet he refuses to let you see as he always throws in some type of fantastical excuse.

And there you are at the end of the world, in the underground of the city. As you walk through the sewer system because the grounds up has been infested with too many clickers you hear some down in this infernal trap. There is no way back. You both look at each other and he grabs your hand in his tightly, giving your hand a few squeezes. You're doomed. Or at least you think so. Hobie doesn't make it out but he was able to take them out at least for you. You'll make it out and you'll be safe, he knows that. You'll find someone again. He clutches your hand to his heart as he stares at you, he never imagined he'd meet his end in a sewer yet there was the cruel part of him that thought he deserved it just like everything in his childhood. Before he can continue on with his last thoughts about his own doom he feels tears come down on his face like rain, he blinks half lazily as he looks up at you. His eyes recognize your tender face, the one he's come to take a liking to. With spare energy he cups your cheek and beckons you down, kissing your cheek with a weak smile.

It's his last before he fades, but you have other plans. You didn't want him to think his affection was a one way road, you kiss him through the tears and he feels his pain alleviate as he bleeds out. His eyes grow hazy and blank before he finally leaves you alone, again. You take your time to mourn and scrounge up his body to make sure you keep every item of his in your memory. You know you don't have much time and yet out of dedication and affection for him you drag his lifeless body out of there. His blood trails as his heavy body rests on your back.

You make it outside in a forest and put yourself to work, working will alleviate the pain. Or make you forget it if not just a bit. You rest his body in the soil, where it belongs, amongst nature and not in a filthy underground system. You believe t h i s is less than he deserves. An actual burial with family and friends alike is what he should've gotten. You try and tell yourself one person here will at least mourn the memory of him as you sit down on-top of the soil he's under.

You bring out his notebook, you miss him terribly. You yearn and you mourn truly. As you open the notebook you see a few drawings of plants, he probably had it for a long time since it's almost full but a few pages towards the end were still blank. As it goes on you see small drawings of you appear. Your food tastes noted down, small poems etched into the pages which your tears can only soil. Small confessions of love and of his affection for you. The last thing you read breaks your heart: "Signed, your Hobie, now and later when we make it out."

-🪦

The second I read that it's a zombie au i already had tears in my eyes 🥲

Bro this legit made me cry 😭 r giving him a proper resting place, them kissing for the first and last time, r seeing the contents of his notebook 😭 brb I need to bash my head against the wall to stop crying

[formula1fanfiction]

Esteban Ocon / Mick Schumacher

Title: Secrets and surprises

Pairing: Esteban Ocon / Mick Schumacher

Characters: Mick Schumacher, Esteban Ocon

Prompt: Esteban and Mick are finally reunited after some time apart, fluffy sexy times ensue.

It's the end of another mediocre race weekend for Esteban, it feels like things are going from bad to worse at the moment, his car is fucking awful at the best of times but things had only been made worse from contact from his teammate. Fucking Pierre, Esteban would love to strangle that mouthy idiot right now.

But on top of all that, since Mick stepped down as Mercedes race driver to drive for Alpine in  the world endurance championships it feels like they never see each other anymore. In fact, he can't remember the last time, Mick is a great support and he's in touch with Esteban all the time but a text just isn't the same as a warm hug.

Esteban pushes the door of his hotel room open, he's ready for a shower and a good night's sleep and just forget about Japan, hopefully things can improve a little bit in China.

"Surprise."  Mick is laying in the middle of Esteban's bed, his hands behind his head with a huge smile on his face. There couldn't be a more beautiful sight. "What are you doing here?"

"I only got here this morning, I had wanted to spend the whole weekend with you but things didn't go to plan, anyway we both have some free time and I thought we could spend it in Japan-" Esteban cuts off Mick by pressing their lips together, it feels perfect to finally have his boyfriend in his arms again.

"I've missed you so much Mick, fuck." Esteban is hovering above Mick's body. "What do you want, Estie?" The older man leans down and presses his lip against Mick, the kiss is soft and full of love. Mick gets the hint quickly pulls away quickly and helps Esteban to take his shirt off, letting it drop onto the floor, his own soon following.

"So lucky to have you." Esteban growls into Mick's skin and kisses his down Mick's body, all the way from his chest, down his stomach until he reaches the hem of Mick's track pants. "Do you want this?" Esteban digs his fingers into the waist band of his pants and waits for permission.

"It's been months, of course I do." Esteban chuckles and pulls down Mick's shorts and pants together in one swift move. Mick's cock springs to life and slaps against his stomach in the process of it. "You do want it baby."

Esteban doesn't waste any more time and takes Mick's hard cock into his hand and starts to stroke the younger mans member as slow as possible. Mick allows this to go on for a few seconds before he starts to whine and buck up his hips. "So needy." Mick laughs. "How are you not? Like I said, it's been months." Esteban has always prided himself on staying in control but he does stop teasing and leans down, sucking Mick's cock into his mouth.

Esteban takes the whole of Mick's dick into his mouth, and starts to bob his head up and down the shaft, teasing at the sensitive head every time he reaches the tip. It isn't long until Mick's reduced to a babbling mess, withering around on the bed. "Estie please, I won't last." Mick cries out, just as Esteban pulls off, smirking down at the younger man. Esteban reaches over for the draw in the night stand and pulls out a bottle of lube.

"Why do you even have lube, if i'm not around?" Mick whines from the loss of contact around his dick, watching as Esteban pours a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. "I haven't seen you for months Mick, i'm obviously going to need to jerk off." Mick nods, satisfied with the answer and lays back into the pillows, spreading his legs wide.

Esteban settles down between Mick's leg and presses a finger against his entrance, gently stroking around the area. "Come on Estie, don't tease." Esteban doesn't waste any more time and lets the finger sink inside.

Mick grips tightly onto the bed sheet as Esteban enters a single digit, giving it a quick twist, before he starts to push in and out of the younger man's body. Esteban quickly adds a second digit and scissors the younger man, feeling him stretch perfectly around him. Esteban eventually works his way up to three fingers and only then does he pull out. "Are you ready?" Mick can only nod only response.

Esteban pushes down his own pants and boxers and kicks them onto the floor, his own cock finally released and begging for attention. "I can't wait to be inside of you, fuck." He pours the remainder of the lube onto his cock, then presses himself against Mick's glistening hole.

The moan that escapes Mick's mouth is something that dreams are made of, once Esteban sinks inside and inch at a time, teasing Mick, by letting him feel every inch slowly. "Come on Estie, please." With one last push, Esteban bottoms out inside of him.

 "Just can't wait, can you." Esteban tsks, Mick is about to make a smart come back but Esteban chooses that moment, to pull the whole way out, only to slam back inside of him, causing Mick's eyes to roll to the back of his head in pure pleasure.

Esteban sets a slow, deep rhythm, just wanting to enjoy the feeling of Mick being wrapped tightly around him, making cute little moans with every thrust, fuck it's been too long.  He doesn't want it be some quick rough fuck, they have the next few days for that.

"You're so beautiful Mick." Esteban peppers little kisses over every available inch of Mick's face, while angling his thrusts ever so slightly until he hits that bundle of nerves inside of Mick. "Please." Mick cries out at throws his head against the pillow.

"Do you need come, love?" Mick nods eagerly, pushing up his hips, Esteban wastes no more time and wraps his fingers around the younger man's cock and strokes him in rhythm with his own thrusts. Esteban's hand is moving as slow as his cock, but it's still enough to push Mick over the edge. He moans loudly and jerks his hips as he spills his seed over Esteban finger tips.

Mick tightens down around him during his orgasm, squeezing his cock, perfectly. He knows he can't last much longer, it's been too long since he's had Mick like this. He manages three more thrusts, before following suit and fills Mick with his milky white seed, stripe after stripe until he collapses down beside him, breathless.

Esteban pulls the younger man in for a cuddle, his head resting on Esteban's chest. "Maybe we could spend the next few days in bed."

[justalilgiddybibs]

Love your writing!😁💓

Dev would tickle Peri out of boredom or just to cheer his Godparent up(missing his Godbrother) before hugging him

Wish You Were Here

SFW tickle fic, no like, click off.

ANON. ANON YOU ARE SO RIGHT. ANON I HAD TO MAKE THIS INTO A FIC HOLY SHIT.

These two need a redemption arc and lots of hugs in Season 2, they NEED it.

One last note- this takes place post-finale, and for those stories I latch onto @/mythica0 's alternate timeline. So if you want to be up to speed on that, go read their fic "Forgiveness"!

Characters: lee!Peri, ler!Dev

Summary: Peri's been thinking a bit too much about his Godbrother. Lucky for him, Dev knows how to cheer him up.

ENJOY!

Peri had been moping for a while now. It wasn't like the fairy to be this melancholy- but here he was. And Dev, despite the act he put on, was growing concerned.

"Peri?"

"Huh? Yeah, kid?"

"What's wrong?" He didn't really expect much of an answer, but it was worth a shot.

"I- it's nothing, kid, I'm fine-"

"No, you're not. Peri, tell me what's wrong."

Peri sighed. The kid really wasn't letting up this time.

"It's about my brother."

"I- huh? You have a brother?"

"You- you remember the whole ordeal with Vicky, right?" The purple clad shuddered at the name. "Cosmo and Wanda mentioned Timmy- their old godkid- who happens to be my Godbrother. He's... He's actually the reason I exist. And I miss him."

"Peri..."

"And I know this is stupid, because he had to forget anyway, that's how fairy godparents work-"

"Peri-"

"But it's stupid! My own Godbrother isn't allowed to remember me because that's what Da Rules say-"

"Peri!"

He stopped. When had everything gone fuzzy?

A small hand pulled him down by the leg from his floating position in the air, and he just stayed still as he was pulled into a tight hug. And the dam broke as tears rolled down his face.

Dev paused. What was he supposed to do? How was he supposed to help his godparent feel better?

He felt Peri turn around and properly hug him, still trying to stop crying.

"Thank you..."

Oh. This was it? Just a hug?

There's gotta be more than that. Peri's still sad. What did Peri do whenever Dev was sad...?

Oh, right. That thing. It could work...

Dev slowly walked his fingers up Peri's side, careful not to overwhelm him but just enough to make his breath hitch in surprise.

"...Dev?"

The ginger smirked behind Peri's back, but pretended to be oblivious as he paused on his ribs, gently scratching in the divots between the bones.

"Yeah Peri? What's wrong?"

Peri desperately tried to keep his laughter in, but of course Dev had to use light tickles. He let out small huffs of laughter, muffled by him burying his tear-stained face in Dev's shoulder.

"Dehev!"

"That's my name, don't wear it out!" He smiled even wider, keeping up the scratching at his ribs and occasionally giving a few gentle skitters to Peri's wing bases, eliciting small squeals and snorts each time. Man, being on the receiving end all those times really paid off.

"Nohoho, DeHEv! Thahat *snort* Thahahat tihihiHIckles!"

"That's the point! Consider it revenge, for all the times you've used this on me! Feels great, huh?"

"Shuhut- NohohOHo!" Peri squirmed slightly in the hold, managing to flip himself around to keep Dev from attacking his dang wing bases. Dev paused, faking a sad face, but then got a better idea.

"Aw, I was having so much fun there! Eh, tummy's more ticklish anyway."

Let's just say Peri regretted his decision to turn around.

"You ready, Peri?"

"Juhust- just goho ahahalreheady!"

"Alright, if you say so!" Dev stifled a laugh himself, before employing both of his hands to gently scratch and skitter along Peri's tummy.

And Peri squealed, high and loud. It was a miracle he wasn't heard. Rapid giggles tumbled out as he kicked his legs, squirming around to try and get the devious fingers away from his sensitive tummy at any cost.

"DEHEHEV! AIIIIHIHEHEHEHE- LEHET ME GOHOHO!"

"Mmm... Nah." Dev blew a quick raspberry on Peri's neck, drawing another squeal and multiple consecutive snorts from the fairy.

"DeheHEHEv- PleHEAse ihit's sO BAHAHAD!"

"Is it, though? I haven't heard you say stop once~"

"ShuHUt uhuhUP!" Peri spluttered out, before immediately gasping and putting a hand over his mouth.

Dev decided to play along, taking mock offense and fake scoffing.

"Shut up? Your own godkid? How dare you! No, I gotta punish you for that." He carried Peri over to his bed, setting him on his lap, and watching him grow increasingly more panicked and flustered. He effortlessly picked up the purple clad and smiled down, before abruptly blowing a raspberry right on his tummy, eliciting another endearing snort, multiple hiccups, and giggles faster than ever.

"DEHEV- DEHEV PLEHEHEASE!"

"You know how to make it stop, Periwinkle~"

"FIHINE, REHEHED! PLEHEASE DEHEV-"

At the sound of the safeword, the ginger let up, setting an exhausted Peri beside him. Peri was still giggling, for another ten minutes after the attack had ceased.

"Aehehehe... How are you so good at that?"

"I learned from the best." Dev gently elbowed Peri as an indication. "AKA, you."

"Oh dear..."

Dev paused for a moment.

"So, you feeling better, now?"

Peri looked at him.

"...Yeah. Thanks, Dev."

[iheartmalewives]

This Beer or Your Love?Grown up! Jamil Viper x Reader Angst

"Ang beer nato o ang pag-ibig mo?"

I was supposed to make a comeback around October but literally lost the ability to write fanfics 😭 but now that theres more people following me, I guess I won't mind writing again. It's been a while twisted wonderland fandom <3 anyway fanfic is inspired by Beer (Itchyworms song) it's a filipino song that mainly talks about missing your ex, drinking beer to numb the pain and literally just MISSING UR EX. I recommend listening to the song, im actually listening to it rn since im filipino hehehehe. Anyway enough of this long ass paragraph, it is time! Reader is gender neutral but this is mostly based off of Jamil's POV.

Short story <3

Jamil Viper—a 3rd year in NRC never really felt what 'true love' was until he met you, Y/n. But ever since he messed up by releasing his anger towards you; you made the decision to leave the Vice Housewarden of Scarabia.

Now, he was at Monstro Lounge. He wondered why he was in there in the first place—his mind had been hazy ever since that day happened. And yet, as much as he tried to helplessly get you back, he could never turn back time.

He ordered a glass of beer, still wondering why Azul would sell an alcoholic beverage in a school property; but oh well. He drunk the beer in one go, barely having any time to process things as he ordered more and more.

His head became more and more dizzy, yet he never failed to think of you. How were you doing right now? Do you miss him? What about the plans and promises you two made?

He hopelessly sighed as he placed the cup down, the alcohol finally hitting him, at last. When he tried standing up, his legs immediately gave up; causing him to fall down on his knees.

The other students shot worrying looks, yet, they didn't choose to help the brown haired man—the look on his eyes made them realize what was going on. It was his problem after all, and his fault.

Jamil stood up, getting his composure back. What was he doing? Why didn't he apologize? Is getting drunk the only way to numb this stupid pain? He wanted you back so bad.

So he had to choose.

Chug down another one of this beer or get your love back. And of course, he chose the second option.

Without thinking—Jamil suddenly ran, his legs rapidly dashing at an alarming pace. He bumped into a few students, though their presence didn't falter his pace one bit.

He wanted to see you again. He wanted your love again. He wanted you again. You're everything he has ever dreamed of. He missed you. He missed everything about you.

Within a flash, he arrived at your dorm, his chest heaving up and down. God did he run that fast? Who cares.

He banged your door, shouting and yelling your name, hoping and hoping you'd open the door and accept him in your arms again. He fell unto his knees once more, he didn't realize the hot tears that dripped down his cheeks—not until he felt them drip down unto his hand.

"Please... Open..." His voice wavered, lightly whimpering as he placed his back against the wooden wall near the door. After a moment, he heard the doorknob open.

"Jamil?" A light voice emitted beside him. That voice. That oh so sweet voice he wanted to hear all this time. He didn't waste any chance as he wrapped his arms against your body, pulling you into a tight embrace. "Take me back... Please."

—

A/N: Oh nooo!! What will reader do?!?! Tbh i would forgive and forget, like Jamil could literally kill me and I'd go "i forgive you 😍" in the after life. But yeah, ano ba ang talaga yung gusto niya? Yung beer o yung pag ibig mo? (trans: what does he really want? that beer or your love?)

Me gigglinf whenever I draw jamil calling me sinta AHEHHE UwU pleaz... Anyway hopefully this was good enough for a come back haha sorry if it was angst 😪

[teacupcollector]

Salvation (A Last of Us What If)

The Last of Us Masterlist

A/N: This is really dark and graphic, but I honestly believe Joel would be this brutal or even more so. A/N: Maybe I will make this an X Reader series?

Summary: What if it was Ellie that died instead of Joel? What lengths would he go to insure that Abby's death was as painful as possible? What if this was his last straw?

Joel remembers everything from that day. The pain filled grunts and whimpers. The way she called out his name. All he could do is lay there and bleed out as the golf club was turned on Ellie. He will regret that day for the rest of his life. If only he didn't called for her in his near dying moments he would be dead and not her. Another daughter he couldn't protect, right when they were making progress. On the road to forgiveness and he had that stripped away from him. He couldn't even gather the strength to hold her when she died. Her beautiful freckled face was now unrecognizable. Caved in by the golf club. He will not forget the words Abby said to him. "Now you know my pain and will have to live with it." She said that as she spit down on his face. The feeling of saliva stinging the open wounds along his cracked skull. He opens his eyes to the sound of someone grunting and he knows exactly who it is. He sits up from his slouched position in the corner of the room. The blue water from the raging ocean on the other side of the glass makes the room flood with a deep navy color. Lightning flashing through the water in flashes of white. He approaches her. Abby. He found Abby and all her friends. They were all kept in separate rooms. Key word: Were Joel picks up a jug of water before pouring it on the towel that lays on the bound woman's face. He stares down at her sputtering form as she thrashes against the chair. Her choked sobs echo through out the room. He continues to pour until the jug is almost empty. He then just sits and watch. He takes the time to look at the rest of her and his handy work. He looks at the golf club beside her chair. He legs that were twisted in directions which were other worldy. her arms were swollen and purple. some of her fingers nearly black with gangrene. Her abdomen a bright red turning purple with what he could assume to be internal bleeding. Her thrashing slows and her choking are slowly coming to a stop. Joel walks up to her and rips the towel off her head and she gasps for air. One of her eyes are swollen shut. Cloth wrapped around her head and against her ear where one is missing. Her lips are split and cheeks punctured from where his fist and her teeth connected. Her face looked like it was melting from the inside due to what he could assume were broken bones inside her face. Her lower jaw is crooked. Teeth strewed the floor. "Hey, Hey! No passing out on me. We ain't done..." He says.

He only gets panicked moans from her as he walks behind her. He tips the chair backwards causing her to jump and let out a groan.

"You know?" He says as he begins to drag the chair into the next room. "I did some readin' while I was here." He says as he walks out of one room and into another.

He can hear her breath pick up pace as he draws out his dialogue.

"You know what I learned?" He pauses for a moment. "I learned that there was a library near by."

Joel paces her chair in tow as he enters another room. The first thing that hit her was the smell and the sound of flies littering the room. That is when he turned her around. She cried out in terror. Owen, Mel, Nora, and Emanuel. Their head displayed on pikes, but when you look closer Abby sees that they are actually golf clubs. However their bodies lay below it. Their eyes were replaced with their their WLF Pendants. Golf balls were placed in their mouth as if they were a pig ready to be eaten on thanksgiving. Mel's Shirt was pulled up to revealed her pregnant stomach. Abby let out even more unintelligible cries at the sight. Toward the middle of the room were two wooden posts with a blade seated in the grain at the top. He pulls her closer to said posts and begin to untie her arms and legs from the chair. He then dumps her out of it. She falls down with a grunt.

"Want to know what I found in there?" He asks as she attempts to crawl away.

He steps on her back and keeps her pinned down.

"Norse Mythology. I was interested in Mythology in high school... Didn't think I need to remember that shit, but you know what else I found interesting in this little book?" He asks as he throws down the book that he was reading.

Joel grabs her by her arms and drags her toward the posts. He takes her left hand and raises it up above the blade before bringing it down in one motion. She cries out in pain as the blade pierces her hand and proceeds to go straight through it.

"Viking Traditions... You know. Like marriage, like how Ellie or my Sarah could have been married...You took that away from me..."

Joel Grabs a rope that was hanging there and ties it around her wrist. He moves to the other hand and repeats the same action.

"... But that's not what I am interested in..." He says as her walks around to the front.

Joel walks past the severed heads and to a hatchet leaning against the wall. He walks back toward her and squats down to eye level.

"... You say I was gonna understand your pain... That I'm gonna have to live with it... You ain't gonna win. You ain't gonna live for much longer. I will make it as painful as it has to be to get my message across." He says as he picks up the book and begins flipping through pages.

"You should be excited... Yer goin' out like royalty." He says as he places the book in front of her and walks around her to her back side.

"Ye ever heard of "Blood Eagalin'" He pauses for a "response" but only gets back panicked grunts.

"It is a form of execution performed on royalty in Norse countries... Want to know why they call it a "Blood Eagle?" " He pauses for a response.

"It's 'cause..." He grunts as he rips the back of her shirt open exposing her back to him.

"...They pry you open from behind. Rip your ribs from your spine. but that ain't even the worst part." He almost chuckles, but he knows that if he were to break his stoic composure he may succumb to madness.

"They take your lungs from your back and place 'em on yer shoulders... 'pose to look like an eagle." He says as he walks around to her front again and squats down.

"They say that if ye don't make a sound you get to go to Valhalla... And maybe you will go... Maybe your friends will go... just MAYBE you will find salvation, but you need to know this." He says as he grabs her jaw forcing her to look him in the eye.

"I will follow you every step of the way. Your salvation means nothing. There is no salvation for what you did..." He digs his fingers in causing her to whine.

"I will make sure that the life you have left... And the lives that you may or may not live afterwards will be Hell... Utter. Torture." He shoves her face away and walks around to her back.

Joel lifts the hatchet. "You asked for this the moment you set eyes on my daughter... And you are going to feel what she felt in her dying moments..."

"The struggle to breath... Helplessness... You should pray and hope that you clock out by the time I cut you open... Cause this will be long... And painful... And everything you deserve." Joel says as he takes his first swipe.

When Joel comes back to Jackson he is a new man. A changed man. A man who has lost everything dear to him. He is a force to be reckoned with. A dangerous and unstoppable force. A darkness has set inside of him that continues to grow. Which ultimately led him to leaving Jackson. Finding himself on a ranch far away from others. His brother visits on occasion but he doesn't stay long. No one ever does...

[fyrefrostanimus]

I still need to finish full references for most of the characters in the Everyone Lives AU but I might as well infodump what I know about the FNaF 6 cast after the fire if anyone wants to read it.

Michael

So, Frailty's remnant logic. If you know you know, if you don't it basically means that he recovers really quickly because molten soul metal is a hell of a drug. Mike actually didn't start recovering until AFTER the fire, since most of his body was rotten to the point it would take forever. Then the fire burned the parts that were stopping the remnant from really working (as you may guess it did not burn as Henry had anticipated) and it really was a shock when Michael passed out in the middle of the floor in front of everyone because his lungs just completely reformed and he hadn't needed to breathe in so long he'd just forgotten.

After he fully recovered (basically he looks like a normal human being again), his eyes took on a silver tone instead of the previous gray-blue. A little nod to the Silver Eyes trilogy even if it's just me taking the name literally.

Honestly way too much of Mike's stuff here is just "yeah this is how having remnant in his bloodstream affects him", so last one: while ghosts just phase through most people, Michael's a solid object (usually ghosts can only physically interact with other ghosts/directly haunted objects). Also he's kinda stuck being 23 forever.

Michael really likes Mother Mother, his favorite album is O My Heart. This might seem random but just listen to Body and you'll probably get it.

Since this AU came from nostalgia from an ask blog I used to frequent, he figures out that the older animatronics are still out there and goes around collecting them one way or another.

Henry

Charlie kinda shoved his soul into Lefty. She refuses to elaborate why to him.

Henry's a bit upset that he's still here, but maybe that's a good thing since no one else seemed to die in the fire.

Charlie

Her main reason for shoving her dad into Lefty was that THIS being his solution to keep her there pissed her off. Before you get on me for mischaracterizing her, imagine trying to fall asleep, but whenever you're about to nod off something wakes you up again so you're just constantly cranky from being tired for a whole week. That's basically what it was like insider Lefty for her.

She was inside the Puppet for a week before leaving it, and most of that time was spent inside a cardboard box that Michael was about to put into recycling. Box is box and Charlie was tired.

Charlie can interact more with the physical world, unlike most ghosts (eg. picking objects up, having more choice in when she phases through things, etc.).

William

He's just completely out. Everyone else could at least move after the fire (although Mike did have one of his legs charred to the point it crumbled when he tried to walk on it), but he's in UCN right now. Elizabeth in CB had to carry him out of the building.

William does still twitch occasionally, so he's obviously not dead. To reduce suspicion from the house smelling like someone died inside, they keep him in the basement and check on him once in a while to see if he woke up.

Elizabeth and Circus Baby

I got a lot to say on Elizabeth, honestly the reason I made this post was because I thought about her a lot while drawing her and I didn't want to forget it. Eventually I just decided "screw it, this IS the main AU I think about anyways so why not give everyone who wants to know an intro?". I'll color the text as it corresponds to each (green for Liz, blue for CB).

Originally she planned on only staying at Michael's house until William woke up and they split off (not like she would tell him). Elizabeth only stayed longer because it became really apparent that he wasn't getting up for a long while and she didn't want to leave without William.

She died in 1987 shortly after the second Missing Childrens Incident, and hadn't actually left Circus Baby until after the fire. So she spent about 36 years with no break inside the 7-foot-tall robot, and was extremely used to that. Once she's out and herself again, Elizabeth is suddenly about 4 feet tall and feels completely different. The closest thing I think to how she'd feel is weak/defenseless.

Michael managed to tell Elizabeth that William full well knew that Circus Baby would kill her if she went near it because that's what she was created to do, even having an emergency override: he just didn't pay enough attention to use it in time. She does end up believing this but it left her in a situation where she just couldn't trust anyone in the house for a while. William was shown to not really care about her as much as she thought he did, and she still didn't trust Michael. Elizabeth didn't trust Henry or Charlie either, and the rest of the Funtimes kicked Circus Baby (and by extension her) out to survive on her own. Eventually she built enough trust with everyone but it really did take a while.

The original MCI kids and Evan show up eventually, and Elizabeth subconsciously would count them and only really interact closely with one at a time when it was just the two of them. It's a habit she picked up from her time in Circus Baby and I don't think it really ever left her. So Elizabeth looks really shy at first, but really she's just functioning off of something that she has for years.

Circus Baby is still Scrap Baby when it comes to looks, but still goes by her normal name.

She has the claw on her right arm but no actual reason to use it, so sometimes she'll clamp down on something and not let go just for fun. This annoys basically everyone else since occasionally it will be one of their arms.

CB and Elizabeth still get along really well. CB's the only one Elizabeth trusts during that time period where no one else seemed trustworthy.

Everyone just calls Circus Baby either by her full name or CB (like I did here sometimes). But no one under any circumstances calls her just Baby. More from their own preference.

Molten Freddy

The Funtimes (minus Circus Baby who is still exiled) aren't exactly Molten Freddy anymore. They separated into their different characters again but take their sweet time figuring out how to take a form other than just a blob again. They'll figure it out eventually.

By eventually, I mean when Michael finally caves and goes back to the bunker for their casings. If Circus Baby can do it and not get locked back in, there's no way he can't (I would not doubt that the remains of his previous internal organs are still there, but he wasn't thinking about that part).

They get really excited seeing some of the most mundane slice-of-life things. Mike's building a LEGO set since he hasn't had enough time to do so in a while? They're immediately over there watching. The Funtimes probably haven't seen vents that aren't large enough for a grown man to crawl through and are questioning about why they exist if not as a mode of quick transportation around the house.

The Rockstars

Not much about them, but there's some notable things about the Rockstars I wanted to put here to finish this post off.

Rockstar Freddy's fucking dead. I'm not even holding back, he overheated in the fire and no amount of repairs are going to bring him back (UCN reference lol).

All the surviving Rockstars have some pretty bad fire damage, but none of them really care about it. The nice part of not having as much of a programmed personality is that you don't care how you look quite as much.

With Freddy gone, Rockstar Bonnie and Foxy do vocals together. Despite their grouping being called the Rockstars they actually do more country songs than anything.

[pigeonwhumps]

Barcode

BBU Community Days: Day 8

@bbu-on-the-side

250 (aka Cass) gets his barcode.

Taglist: @littlespacecastle @whumpymirages @flowersarefreetherapy @painful-pooch

Finding Safety masterlist

CWs: BBU, pet whump, collared, non-con touch (non-sexual), discussion of future and past rape, amnesia, shock collar, electric shocks, humiliation, non-con nudity, crude language/sexual imagery and drawing on someone in Sharpie, sexual implications in body language, sexual harrassment, strapped down, gagged, muzzled, non-con photos, handcuffed, manhandling (brief, plus mentions of), non-con tattooing, dehumanisation, blindfold, sensory deprivation

"20 quid says he'll be a Guard Dog."

The other handler snorts. "Only 20? Not very certain, are you?"

"Well, what do you think he'll be?"

346250 sets his jaw best he can against the sharp pain as the needles prick against his skin, each one sending a pinpoint of ink into his arm. He doesn't know what they're drawing, his head's immovable like this, but he can guess. They tattoo it onto every pet, after all. He clenches his fist against the pain and receives a sharp slap on the knuckles for his troubles.

He can't see the handlers from this position, but he can swear he hears the shrug. "Could be a Guard Dog. The ladies would love those muscles though. And that scar... the heroic look's big this season. So, could be a Romantic."

346250 flinches as much as he can between the tight leather restraints as someone squeezes his arm, and there's two laughs. "Oh, yeah, I see what you mean about the muscles. Let me know if he gets assigned to your department. I want a turn."

"You always want a turn," says the handler, sounding exasperated.

"Boys, boys," says a woman, sounding amused. 'No touching the trainee until I've finished his barcode. You'll have plenty of time later."

"Sorry, boss."

"What do you mean, 'plenty of time later'? Do you know something we don't?"

"Just that Poppy says he's exceptionally defiant. He was the one who led 643 in the escape attempt, and he's resistant. So there'll be plenty of manhandling to be done."

346250 flinches again, his whole body this time. He was led in here by a choking hand on his collar and strapped in, ankles and legs and wrists and forearms, and torso and forehead too. Everywhere, in fact. The collar's too tight and he can't breathe properly, it's all he's wearing except for a black silicon gag that fits between his lips, pulling at his teeth, pinching the skin. And a blindfold, rendering everything completely black.

Clearly they want him to hear, though. At least for now.

A handler mentioned a fitted one. He doesn't want a fitted one. He wants to breathe.

He feels almost relaxed, though, like this. Like he's floating. As soon as the handlers stop talking he forgets what he's worrying about. He's sure there's something, it nags and worms at the back of his mind, but he doesn't remember what.

They said he's safe. He knows they're lying, they snigger behind their hands when they think he's not looking. He chose this. He didn't, he can see people in his mind that make him sad He can trust the handlers. He has to, he has to, he has to, or the electricity will come on again.

"Make the most of his compliance while it lasts, boys. I know you prefer the defiant ones, but best get him settled before he fights back."

"Right you are. I'm just about done. Anything you want to do to him?"

"Yeah, actually. Pass me that Sharpie."

346250 hears a pen uncapping and a strong smell of alcohol hits his nostrils. His chest tickles as someone draws on it.

"Mate, that might be a classic, but it won't win this week's competition. You know what Finn's prizes are like, you don't want to miss out."

"Yeah but, 643's untrained. No fun."

"I thought you boys liked the defiant ones. She's good enough without training, anyway." There's a stunned silence, and 346250's arm throbs. "What? You don't think no-one fucked her during her initial training? She was almost made into a Romantic then, after all. If it wasn't for 065 and the workers then messing it all up."

"See, this is why I'm adding you to the group chat. Like minds and all that." 346250 feels his face jostled as something metal is strapped over his mouth, and something is placed over his head that muffles all sounds. Noise-cancelling headphones, perhaps?

Someone undoes 346250's straps, leaving everything else in place. Then he's pulled to his feet and held tightly by his collar as the blindfold is removed.

There's a mirror in front of him, and he barely recognises the person in it. He doesn't remember himself, and yet it's possible not to recognise himself. He looks scared, smeared in blood, embarrassingly naked but one of the handlers cuffs his hands behind him, he can't cover himself. He sees his face go bright red. One of the handlers guffaws in the mirror, and the other makes a crude motion with his hands. The tattooist rolls her eyes.

346250 has scars he didn't know he had (and how does he know what scars he had?), injuries that he knows with a strange certainty weren't there before. The collar's black plastic, a small box attached to the front, metal prongs cold against his skin. It looks deceptively unthreatening. In his mouth is a gag, and over it, covering the lower half of his face, is a wire and leather muzzle. Like an animal. He hasn't been defiant for as long as he can remember, since they took him off that IV line. It must be a warning against misbehaviour. A threat. For fun.

He swallows a sob as he looks at his chest, a part of himself he'd been avoiding. He knew it was crude. Of course it was, they drew it in Sharpie and laughed. But somehow that's different to actually seeing it.

He has a penis drawn in black on his chest, semen spurting out of it. The words he can't make out, the handwriting's backwards and terrible and he has a splitting headache, but he assumes they're equally as crude.

It'll wash off eventually. It will. But that's the only comfort.

And on his arm... on his left arm is a tattoo. The tattoo. Black and bold against the tan of his skin, crisp, clean lines portray a barcode with a set of numbers below. 346250, he presumes. Marking him out forever as a pet.

It's okay though, he's safe here. He's not. It was his choice. It wasn't. It won't hurt too much. He doesn't know what they'll do to him.

He can survive. Whatever happens, he can.

Can he?

A handler steps in front of him, mobile phone in hand. He winks at 346250, pointing at a toy monkey on his head for the new trainee to look at. A flash goes off.

They're taking photos. Oh, god.

In the mirror, 346250 sees the other handler pull out the small black remote and turn the dial. Then he presses the button.

The trainee falls to his knees, attempting to claw at his neck as his vision goes white, gag-muffled screams reverberating in his ears, he can't hear them on the outside so they're all inside instead, shocks shaking his jaw and his limbs, sending them jerking and thrashing. All he can feel is pain, all he can think about is the pain of it, the sensation, he can barely breathe.

When he comes to, limbs twitching and jerking against the cold tile floor, he realises they're still taking photos.

[blues-sues]

First friend

(Ft. Rue and Banny)

The walls were stark white. Always were. Never changed, never shifted.

She would watch these walls for hours, waiting for something, anything to happen.

Sometimes things would. A grunt would come and get her for her routine check up but after she'd be quickly put back in her room. Rarely let out.

She was much too young to wander out alone. Not trusted enough.

Her eye was still recovering, the bandages bloody and itchy. So horribly itchy. She wanted to claw at it but she'd been yelled at too many times. She'd face punishment if she tried again.

She needed something to distract her. She didn't care if it was another fight. If she saw that Mightyena again, she'd-

Whirring. She stiffened as the door slid open behind her, clicking along its journey. She waited. She was told never to turn around until instructed. Last time she did, she saw a needle and had sent the man flying.

However, part of her knew this one wasn't a human. Something about the tiny steps it took told her such.

"S'alright. Ya c'n turn." Its voice sent a shiver down her spine. It was deeper than any she'd heard and had a faint echo to it- like it had a constant copycat attached.

However, she listened and looked over her shoulder to see it. However, nothing was there.

"Down 'ere."

Her head lowered until finally she spotted it. A small pokemon with black pigmentation and red eyes that look into hers curiously.

"N'mes Banny. Nice ta meetcha." It held out its hand, the middle of its arm sagging in the middle where its elbow would be.

"Uhm." She stared down at him. "Mewtwo." She replies, putting out her own and giving a shake.

"Ah. Righ'. Mewtwo." Banny's eyes narrow. "Ya gots quite th' reputation."

"Do I?" She questioned. Sincerely she's not quite sure why people would speak of her. She's not that interesting- besides being the last of her kind. At least that's what her guards told her.

"Duh. Ya th' newest memb'r. Everyone's dyin' to meet ya." The Pokemon shuffled and scrambles its way to sit beside her. "Looks like somebody 'ready did, tho."

She doesn't miss the way its eyes seem to look over her cuts and bruises from her battle. She couldn't. She's wired by now to notice every single movement near her.

"Was it th' brat? Big ol' stinky dog?"

She snorted. She couldn't believe she just snorted in front of a guest. However, Banny seemed unbothered. In fact, it grinned wider.

"I- well, I wouldn't say that." She covered her mouth, trying to stifle her laughter. "But, yeah, he was… interesting."

"Ya c'n say 'e was a bitch, I won' tell." Banny offers, its tail beginning to wag. "'re both thinkin' it."

"Where did you even come from???" She stuttered out between her laughs, clutching her stomach.

"Oh, y'know."

"No, I don't!"

"Bit of 'ere, bit of there. 've come from everywhere." The Banette begins to sway its legs, eyes curving upwards into crescents as it eyes her. "Y're bett'r than anyone else 've met. All got sticks up 'eir asses."

"That's rude!" Still, she has to resist giggling. Something about this 'mon has her feel like she's being told marvelous jokes.

"N't wrong~" Banny sang out, before breaking into a fit of laughter of their own.

And it was pleasant to sit there, laughing with it, but she also knew it couldn't stay.

Nobody could.

Finally, once she's regained her breath, she opens her mouth to address it but suddenly the doors swing open again and in marches-

A Zoroark.

Oh, but she's seen this one before. It's hard to forget a Pokemon that's half-shiny.

"Captain!" She squeaks out, back straightening as they draw near. But, their attention isn't on her.

Whipping around, they grab the Banette by the tail. "Banny, you are not authorized to be here!" They barked, lifting it so its eyes were level with theirs.

Banny didn't look fazed. "H'h? Y'sure? Swore I w's."

"You are the bane of my existence, you rat! Leave Mewtwo alone, they have training in an hour!" Captain snaps, dropping Banny abruptly only to start dragging it out by the arm.

She watches, eyes wide in awe as Banny still has the confidence to raise its other arm and wave. "G'dbye! S'ya next Chr'stmas!"

She rose her own and bid her own farewell with a sway of her arm. However, it took her a moment to process that...

It wasn't Christmas.

She tried to keep it at bay but once the door slid shut, she burst into another round of giggles. What a silly Pokemon!

-----

Banny, on his way out, of course heard. Their smile stretches wide upon hearing the laughter.

"What's got her so jolly?" Captain grunts, narrowing their eyes to glare suspiciously at Banny. "Did you infect her with something?"

"Yeah. 's called joy. Not tha' ya guys would know 'bout it."

Captain merely rolls her eyes in response. "Banny, you know this is for her own good. If she were out there, she'd-"

"-be happy? Wit' 'er real fam'ly?" Banny interrupted swiftly. "Ya act like 're savin' h'r but y'know we ain't."

"It'd do you good to keep your mouth shut." Was the Zoroark's snarled response. "That zipper ain't working."

"S'rry, it only lets me talk if 's th' truth."

The Banette was then promptly tossed into their own room and they shrug as they watch the door slowly start to slide shut, Captain's fierce glare locked on him.

Well, guess not leaving the room this week either.

[who-knows73]

I have this like vision in my head of mike accidentally walking up on Steve and Eddie like fooling around in an alley or something and it's dark and as he's watching them in shock his eyes unfocus just slightly and black blurs with brown and suddenly he isn't looking at Steve and Eddie but Him and Will and he has to BOLT cause that thought hasn't crossed to the front of his brain just yet so he's like will????

Oh my god I love this idea, I saw it when I woke up but didn't have time to write and I've been mildly spiralling all day. Anyways, I hope this does your prompt justice :)

It was Mike's turn to rent a movie for the party and they were all coming over tomorrow. He was supposed to get it earlier but Will came over and he got distracted by his passionate rants, the way he looked so careless and content while drawing. Fuck, even the moles peppered on his skin looked so kissable, he really was too far gone for that beautiful boy. He trips over his shoelaces and it's enough to pull him out of his trance, looking around to catch his bearings he realises that he'd almost missed Family Video.

There's noise coming from the alley between stores it's getting dark and Mike can't decipher what it is from sound alone, call it morbid curiosity but he has to go see what it is. He peeks around the corner of Family Video, careful to keep his steps unheard but standing in the darkness is.. Oh god, he's not supposed to see that. Eddie is pushing Steve against the cold brick wall tearing a mostly silenced moan from Steve. He's rutting his hips into Eddie's thigh pushed roughly between his legs while Eddie kisses along his neck. He should really stop watching, it's probably far past creepy at this point but he can't. He's no longer seeing polo's and leather jackets, he's seeing plaid shirts and blue button ups. He sees bowl cuts and those hands that looked so delicate wrapped around pencil crayons ten minutes ago look far more inciting now, wrapped around body parts and pulling at Mike for more.

More, more, more. Fuck. This is perverted, he shouldn't be thinking about Will that way, he definitely shouldn't be doing it in the entrance to a dirty alley way, and he absolutely needs to leave right now because Eddie just his hands down Steve's pants. Forgetting about the tape he runs home, well, he runs about a block before he gets tired and starts walking again. He can't stop thinking about Will in scenarios, positions, and doing things he'd only even seen done in a dirty magazine Lucas showed him that he kept stashed under his bed.

By the time he gets home he's put the idea of Will kissing him in dirty places out of his mind so he can get to his room without a boner because having his mom notice that would be mortifying. He's done the pleasantries as quickly as he could and ran to his room.

The door was barely shut before the image of Will touching himself and having to cover his mouth to keep quiet came to mind. His knees quiver and his boner is back again. Locking his door he shucks his pants off and sits on his bed. He'd done this before but never to the thought of will, he'd always seemed too pure and childlike to think of in such a dirty way but he was too far gone now to care. He knew he wouldn't last long considering the frenzy he'd worked himself into on the way home, taking his dick out of his underwear he started slowly stroking himself. God, now he was the one who had to cover his mouth to keep quiet.

He'd barely been touching himself for a full minute when in his mind, Will was on his knees looking up at him through his lashes and giving mike that soft, pouty look he gets when he wants something. The reaction was instantaneous, he came harder than he probably ever had before and had to bite down on his hand to keep from moaning loudly. He laid there in his filth long enough to catch his breath and waited for the spots in his vision to go away. While he lied there, hand and shirt covered in cum, Will now back to the soft and pure boy he was before, Mike realised that he hadn't even gotten the tape.

"Fuck."