#I need to cook Big Man. I have an idea/design but I need to play the game a little more.

[munadrawson]

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Sooo... I've been playing Cult of the Lamb, annnd all I wanted was to draw Frye as the Lamb. *sweats*

BONUS:

In money, we trust.

[kimberlyannharts]

At this point Power Rangers has done a few crossover comics, and they've all been some pretty logical and big name choices - the Justice League, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and Godzilla. So today's crossover comic is one that definitely took people by surprise - Usagi Yojimbo, the long-running story of a wandering rōnin having adventures in feudal Japan (who also happens to be a bunny rabbit), written and illustrated by Stan Sakai since 1984. While an icon in his own right - funnily enough, he's a regular guest in TMNT properties - I don't think ANYONE really had HIM in mind as a contender for a crossover with Power Rangers compared to more conventional properties like Transformers or even My Little Pony.

After all, what do they know about samurai in Power Rangers?

It's Mighty Morphin Power Rangers/Usagi Yojimbo!

= So I know I've gone on and on about Shawn Daley's art but I really just need you to look at them again. It just makes me so happy to see a more stylized take on the MMPRs - basically if you took Daniele di Nicuolo's art and ramped up the anime influence by 100. It gives the book that much extra charm

= who the hell is THIS I'm here for the FURRIES not another random boring human!!!!!! it's like I'm playing Animal Crossing

= Jason's attitude in this book annoys me but at the same time it wouldn't be a Ryan book if he wasn't writing Jason in a way that annoys me.

= (also, they knew about the Morphin Masters this early in their Ranger career? I guess Zordon did mention them in an early episode, but.........what have they done that's similar to this that Jason would know about kjkjdkf

= I still think it's very weird that they didn't give the whole "maybe it would be easier if I was fighting alone" to uh.....you know.....Tommy, the loner? Who's so used to fighting alone that he struggled to adjust to a team? But I guess he has a girlfriend and Jason doesn't so.

= Is this a safe space. because the rabbit is pretty hot.

= HAHAHAAAA TOKEN EVIL HUMAN I KNEW IT

= YFIP: THE MIGHTY MORPHIN POWER RANGERS - assisting the villain, thievery of a powerful artifact, assault against civilians, racism against furries

= Like I've said before Jason's characterization here irritates me a bit but I'll give the book props that someone's actually allowed to call him out on it for once. Like man I wish Tommy in the main series was allowed to tell Jason to shut up once in a while like Usagi does here

= Kim: Tommy, it's 4 pm! Time to go help our friends!

Tommy: yes honey

= Wow, look at these guys! They're like......Shogun Rangers! ............wait a minute

= But seriously, though, I gotta say these are one of the best alternate MMPR designs we've gotten in ages - I LOVE how they apply all of MMPR's little details into each individual user. And the altered weapons are awesome, too. Between these and the Kaiju Rangers we've really been cooking with the alternate forms lately

= And as I said, they did manage to resist the urge to give Usagi a Ranger form. I did like my old "maybe he'll find a Samuraizer" idea, though

= They both nearly died via crystal explosion a few hours ago but all they care about is their cool new outfits, just otp things <3

= I was about to say "well yeah, duh, that's why the Dragonzord doesn't have wings" but then I remembered. oh yeah. technically the Zords aren't Japanese in origin in-universe, are they

= It's nice to see Dragonzord Battle Mode! That was a form that didn't get a lot of spotlight in the comics - I think the only time we really saw it in the main series was Shattered Grid, and not for very long before it got destroyed by Serpentera

= Kim and Usagi only get one real onscreen exchange but she also catches him in the Pterodactyl and they have matching bangs. I'll take this as a win, though Splinter is still her #1 rodent dad

= they are so fucking sad

= I think future books should bring Usagi back or just crossover with him again with no explanation. Make people think he's a PR character just like how people assume he's a TMNT character

[lexithwrites]

Alex!!!! More jartylus pls

this is probably gonna get long so fair warning lmao i have a lot to say about these three also theres nsfw that i'll highlight in green if you wanna skippp

the main dynamic is regulus is the quiet, sarcastic, well dressed and presentable one, james is the smart, athletic, cocky and hyper one and then barty is like,,,,the rat that they pet and feed

they live in a three bedroom house but interchange where they all sleep in case one of them wants time alone or they each need their seperate beds

barty is the clingiest out of them all and will beg to snuggle into someone's bed every single night, he also has night terrors when he sleeps alone so he hates it

james gets up the earliest for a run and to get the others breakfast and he knows their orders by heart

barty is the gamer of the three but he'll convince james to play and sometimes regulus will play COD with them, he prefers rpgs

regulus is a bit of a neat freak and HATES the idea of getting sick or breaking a bone, his worst fear is going to the hospital

james is the clumsiest purely because he gets distracted easily and the other two bought him plastic cups and plates just incase

barty goes by he/they, james is he/him and reg is he/him and transmasc

the bedroom dynamic changes a lot but reg is mostly bottom, he'll sometimes peg the other two when he feels like it but a lot of the time he just likes watching them suck the strap

in college reg studied english lit and ancient history, james studied business and music and barty didn't go to college

regulus will always be a grumpy barista to me im sorry its the only career path he has

james is a graphic designer for a logo company and he also does some lil things on the side maybe a patreon for fanart? i can see him being artsy

barty is a either a bartender or a line cook, nothing else

barty and james try to out dom/top each other a lot

their sleeping arrangement is regulus in the middle, james closest to the door since he wakes up first and barty near the wall

when one of them is away for some reason like visiting family or away for work (james is usually away for work if thats the case) then the other two smother each other they hate when their third is gone

because of being on t regulus' sex drive sky rockets a lot so he initiates more than people expect and neither of his boyfriends are complaining

id say the highest sex drive is barty, then reg, then james

barty is the fighter, regulus is the talker and james is the deescalater when it comes to confrontation

their date nights are usually at home because going out to dinner means one person sits alone unless theres a circle booth and they cant have that

they share clothes CONSTANTLY they dont organise their wardrobe but regulus does seperate underwear and socks, thats where he draws the line

james and barty tend to just make out a lot when they're bored or give each other handjobs

james also has a BIG oral fixation so my man is sucking dick and eating out whenever he gets a chance

barty's fav position is doggy, reg's is riding and james' is reverse cowgirl and they all love missionary

they live in brighton and go for walks across the beach weekly (barty hates going outside so reg and james drag them out)

barty is a boxer and i will die on that hill, he taught james how to box and they just started teaching reg and turns out reg has a lot of pent up aggression he needs to let out

james is a crier after sex, he just has a lot of emotions

barty is obsessed with having their hair played with, tugged, messed up all of it, he'll melt in his partners arms when they do that

regulus doesnt own any oversized stuff its all his boyfriends clothes

james and barty both love watching the other fuck reg and just sitting back and stroking themselves to it

when regulus is feeling horny he starts kissing his boyfriends necks and putting his hands in their underwear

james loves taking the others to new coffee or bubble tea shops he finds when he goes on his runs

they go clubbing somewhat frequently and regulus 100% white girl dances im sorry he just does and his boyfriends love it

they put each other's eyeliner on when they go out too

james tans easily, barty doesn tan or burn and regulus just burns so he sits under a huge umbrella with factor 50 on

barty calls james daddy to wind him up (it turns him on he'll just never admit it)

regulus' favourite pet name is baby (james) and trouble (barty)

barty's favourite pet name is love (regulus) and brat (james)

james' favourite pet name is bub (regulus) and hot stuff (barty)

no one @ me about those fucking nicknames okay just let me have this

[apomaro-mellow]

Taking Care of Business (And My Business is You) 15

Part 14

The motorcycle made me think of that one chick from Golden Boy and uh…I feel compelled…

Late one night, Steve was summoned to meet with his father and the other men. It was the kind of meeting that was usually conducted fully in Italian, but of course, the presence of his father barred that. Steve still greeted the other men in their mother tongue. A lot of them were family friends in the true sense, almost like uncles.

They all sat down together, Steve at his father’s left side. One of the ways his father spat in the face of tradition was not having a designated capo. So the seat to his right was usually filled with whoever happened to be on his good side. Whenever he needed something done he called on whoever was available. To him, the actual hierarchy mattered very little so long as he was on top.

So suffice to say, Steve wasn’t too surprised when Tommy took that seat. It didn’t really mean anything. What mattered was the nature of the meeting. It was the kind that typically someone like Tommy wasn’t allowed to be in, but even that didn’t tip Steve off to something weird. When you had a don that eschewed tradition, one tended to ignore little slights like these.

And of course, it was all put aside in favor of the reason they were actually meeting. Steve kept a straight face during the whole thing but when it ended he went straight to Robin’s room to tell him the good news. It was very late at night but they stayed up in Robin’s room, talking about future plans and all that could be possible.

Because he spent the night with Robin, he didn’t know that Tommy had snuck into his own room with treachery in mind.

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Eddie woke up that morning to the smell of bacon, eggs, and there was definitely a syrupy scent wafting through. He got up, walked the short distance from his room to the kitchen to find Wayne cooking up a nice breakfast.

“Who are you and what did you do to my uncle?”, Eddie accused.

“Keep playin’ that tune and I’ll feed this to the neighbors.” Wayne waved a spatula in warning.

“You’re the one changing tracks on me. What happened to coffee and cereal?”

“You’ve got a big gig tonight”, Wayne said. “I got a call about half an hour ago. You have one last job and if it goes well, you’ll be inducted right after.”

Eddie dropped into one of the kitchen chairs, suddenly feeling like he should be wearing something more than just boxers. Slowly, his lips curled up into a smile, but he could smell a hint of worry on his uncle.

“What’s wrong? What’s the job?”

Wayne mumbled something. “Job’s not really the problem. Although I guess I’m not thrilled with the idea of you killing someone.” It wasn’t what he had in mind when Eddie’s mother asked him to take care of her child.

“Then what is it?”, Eddie asked.

“It might not be easy Eddie. And it might not bring the outcome you want.”

Eddie thought about how he initially thought Steve wanted him as just a plaything. Before he knew Steve’s whole story and his vision for the family. He thought about how really only Robin was on his side. At least before she was. Now he had Eddie. 

After getting the details from Wayne (there weren’t many, in true mob fashion. Just a time and a place) he got himself ready. He wore one of the suits Steve bought for him, all black, tailored perfectly to make him look good and hide a gun. He showed up to Steve’s place where they would all be leaving from. 

The men going out tonight paid their respects to the boss and Eddie did a very good job of hiding his disdain if he did say so himself. Having to bow his head to this man felt like a disgrace to Steve. But Eddie only had to remind himself it was all in service to him, his true boss. Before setting out, Steve pulled Eddie aside, in a small alcove hidden by shadows.

“I can’t go with you tonight”, he whispered, playing with the lapels of Eddie’s jacket. 

It made sense. A capo should be able to complete a task without the don coming to babysit. Just as Steve’s father was staying behind at the house to await the news of a job well done, Steve would do the same.

“You trust me to do well, don’t you?”

Steve didn’t answer at first. “You know that once you do this, there’s no going back.” Not only because Eddie knew too much, but because as often as death came up in this line of work, killing wasn’t something to take lightly. If Eddie ever thought to turn on them, it was all they needed to put him behind bars.

Eddie leaned in, his hair draping over and nearly hiding Steve behind a curtain of curls. He smiled when Steve reached up, clearly happy that he was no longer tying it back. This was it for him, he thought. Even if Steve hadn’t saw fit to bestow him with his affections, he was far too good for Eddie not to endear himself to. 

“Why would I ever go back? You’re the only way forward, baby.”

Despite the simplicity of the mission, Steve longed to scent him, for good luck. But an un-inducted alpha carrying too much of his scent…it would be suspicious to the other men, who surely suspected something already. So he only just kissed him. A fervent one to be sure. Enough to make him remember what would be waiting for him when he returned.

The kiss was enough to make Eddie dizzy and nearly miss it when the men began to pile up into two cars. But he made it and away they went.

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The atmosphere is cool yet smoky, a hazy fog had settled over the docks. Eddie had expected it to start slow and end quick. Meeting the guy, telling him why they were here, a shootout between his goons and theirs. Why else would they need five guys?

But they got out of their cars and came to a warehouse. There, a man was already tied up to a chair, one of the Marini men stood behind him.

“This is your final test”, Tonio said, giving Eddie a pat on the shoulder.

The man spit at their feet. “You’re gonna have some sprout put the screws to me? How far the Marini family has fallen. Or is it the Harringtons now?”

“Get the info out of him and then take him out of his misery”, Tonio ordered.

“What’s he supposed to know?”, Eddie asked, shrugging out of his jacket and handing it off to someone.

“That’s what you’re supposed to find out”, Tonio said.

Eddie sighed and was about to ask another question. He couldn’t really interrogate someone without knowing why, when the man spoke up again, struggling against his restraints like he had a chance of getting out.

“I’m not working for that dumbass anymore! Or his little bitch of a son-”

In a flash, he was on the floor, choking from the wind being knocked from him. Eddie looked down at his closed fist, only a little bloody from the punch. He flexed his fingers as the man coughed and his chair was righted. This was going to be easy. 

There was nary a soul around to hear the grunts of pain as Eddie laid into him until they got what they needed. Then someone handed Eddie a gun. As he lined up his shot, he tried thinking of who the man was outside of his mob connections. Probably had a family to go home to, dreams and goals of his own, people who depended on him, would miss him. It was probably what he was saying as he was begging for his life right now.

But it fell on deaf ears.

“Hai commesso un errore. Hai insultato qualcuno che non avresti dovuto.” (You made one mistake. You insulted someone you should not have.)

The shot that rang out concluded their business. Clean up was someone else’s job. Eddie and the ones he had arrived with left, unaware that a certain pair of eyes had been watching from the shadows.

Back at the Marini manor, Eddie was taken to the basement, blood still stained his hands and his shirt too. He was handed a towel to at least clean his hands as he was brought before the boss. Steve stood off to the side. Wayne was present as well. Harrington Sr. was saying some prepared speech about loyalty and the family business and all that jazz, but Eddie’s eyes never left Steve’s.

The room was large enough that people’s scents didn’t mingle too much, but it was impossible not to scent the joy coming off of Steve, despite his neutral expression. When it was his turn, Eddie got on his knees, promising himself over to the family. There was polite clapping when it was all done and Wayne came over to grip his shoulder hard.

Even if this wasn’t what he wanted for his nephew, he couldn’t help but feel pride. The men dispersed and Steve along with him. But not before giving him what could only be described as ‘bedroom eyes’.

Eddie gave his uncle a quick hug. “Get home safe. And don’t wait up.”

He kind of wished he had time to shower and change, not really wanting to meet Steve with blood on him still, but also not wanting to keep him waiting. When he got up to Steve’s room, he only had to knock once before the door was thrown open and Steve had him by the collar, pulling him in for a kiss.

“I heard what you said”, Steve said between kisses, then moved to his neck, pushing Eddie against the closed door.

“Sure hope you did. I’d hate to have to repeat the whole ceremony”, Eddie joked.

“Not just now. In the warehouse”, Steve said while sliding Eddie’s jacket off his shoulders.

“Wha?”

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Steve knew he was supposed to stay home. But if his father could break the rules, why should he do the same? As soon as the men left with Eddie, he got on his motorcycle and followed. Normally he let Robin be his eyes and ears, but this was something he needed to see for himself.

When he arrived, he kept himself and his bike hidden from view of the cars, catching them just as they were about to go inside. He found himself a good, partially cracked window where he could see and hear everything. He could see when Eddie cut off the man the moment he called Steve a bitch. Could see how he didn’t hesitate, didn’t let up until the guy gave up everything he had.

And then Eddie had to go and do something that had Steve’s legs literally trembling. The shot rang through Steve’s body, starting from his chest all the way down until it reached between his legs. He didn’t even realize his hand was nearly there until the people inside began to move back to the cars. He had to return to the house before they did.

The ride back home was difficult with the engine roaring against his body. Even through his pants, he was biting his lip at the vibrations to his cunt. A couple of times he had to make himself imagine something gross. Anything to keep him from cumming right now. Not only did he not have time to change, he wanted Eddie to be the one to bring him to completion. 

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“Since when did you know Italian?”, Steve asked, bringing him back to the present.

“Wanted to surprise you”, Eddie said, getting his hand in the game and holding Steve close. 

Steve started unbuttoning the alpha’s shirt. “Well you did. You studied hard and you spilled blood for me. I think you deserve a reward.”

Eddie let out a shiver. “Yeah?”

Then Steve used his hold on his shirt to push him onto the bed. “I’m going to fuck the scent of blood off you better than any shower.”

The way arousal was wafting off him, Eddie was inclined to believe it. Steve started to grind down on him and Eddie thought about the omega nearly getting off at the thought of him killing someone in his name. He reached down between them, glad he was allowed to at least wash his hands before the ceremony only because he wanted to dirty this pussy the right way.

Steve gasped and buried his face into Eddie’s neck as those fingers bypassed everything to get to his core. “Eddie, Eddie I’m already-”

So close. So close that it would only take a few strokes before he was-

“Do it, baby. It’s gonna be the first of many tonight. We’re celebrating.”

Steve chased his pleasure, riding those fingers like his own personal toy and Eddie definitely needed to see him do the same on his motorcycle one of these days. Steve clamped down as he came, hips still moving like he was milking a cock, which would be very soon. Eddie pulled his fingers out and licked them slowly as Steve watched.

Alpha smells so good. Our scents are so good together. Need to cover him in it. Need to rub my cunt all over him ‘til every knows. Knows he’s mine.

They spent the rest of the night celebrating Eddie’s induction into the family.

Part 16

[serendertothesquad]

Seren's Studies: Odd Squad UK -- "Club 37" Episode Followup, Part 1

In the same way that Frasier Crane apparently loves clubbin', the people working on Odd Squad also love clubbin'. I mean seriously, first we get a nightclub that is seemingly all-ages but has only adults in line and not kids, and now we get this.

...Well, okay. Club 37 is not a nightclub. It's a VIP lounge in a nightclub. Different thing.

Either way, let's see if we can get into the club below the break.

Ohhh...another Omar joint. "Lift Off" was fairly good, but I'm not sure if I'm too confident about this one.

Godspeed.

Huh, I guess in Britain they design Jon Arbuckle very differently. I wonder if he's still a cartoonist, though?

See, in "Picture Day" they at least had Otto puke in his mouth.

Do that. That's the good stuff. A gag, even.

Okay...so either these gloves are a British thing, or I need to go to cooking stores more often, because I've never seen this kind of an oven glove.

Yeah...'s what happens when you adopt a lasagna-loving cat, sir.

Well, if the artist was going for "future dummy design", I think they nailed it.

"They have everything in there, even a talking rabbit!"

And I hear they're a Precure fairy mascot, which makes it more special!

See, you know it's not meant to resemble a nightclub because there's no bouncer at the door. All we get is a Security-built keypad of sorts.

Oh, the crackpot in me so wants to pin this as a reference to the pilot, because putting their badges on boxes like what Orli's doing here was used as a teleportation device in lieu of tubes. Only now, it's what agents do to get entry to a room.

I mean...it's the 10th anniversary. No one in either demographic is going to get it. It's perfect!

(Unless these were somehow seen before, and I missed it...)

halfway through the season

only 33 cases solved thus far

yes, i'm pretty sure that includes cold opens

And if it does, y'all can do the math on that.

Club 37 was Opie's idea? What, did she go to a nightclub and point and go "hell yeah, that but for Odd Squad!"

Well...at least now we know why we have the low low entry barrier of 37. And every other club she founded with entry numbers lower than 100. (You know Todd would get into all of them within the span of a day.)

...

Okay, I'm replaying this scene again and I will once again bring up if sleeping is Omar's schtick the way Tim's schtick is time travel and if the man needs to go see a doctor. There's me enjoying reading and writing about sleeping characters because it offers insight into their personalities and behaviors, and then there's me shoving it into everything I ever write ever. Which I do not do, no matter how tired I am.

Please seek help, Omar.

You know how there are people who will stand outside of a door, waiting for someone to open it on the other side, and then they rush right in?

I wonder what would happen if one of them tried it right now. Would a big Smash-Bros-like hand appear and throw them out?

"I've never had my caricature done."

Well if you were in a carto- *bonk*

NOW HOW IN THE MCFUCK DID THEY GET A MAN UP HERE TO DRAW CARICATURES IN A GODDAMN WATERFALL. HOW. H O W . YOU GONNA EXPLAIN THAT SHIT OMAR OR NOT. C'MON BRUH.

*sly smile*

Amanda the Adventurer but it's Orli the Adventurer.

...One-way ticket to hell.

I have no regrets.

"the jackies" had precinct 13579 play serious and unrealistic catchup with orville's precinct

these guys have only four cases

And both episodes are 11 minutes, mind you. Orli has Flash powers. This should be a nonissue.

WWWWWWHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEET???????

A MONTAGE SONG????

WE'RE GETTING A MONTAGE SONG FOR THIS SHIT?!?!?!

AND...AND IT'S A BANGER?!?!?!?!?!?!

Omar...man...the sleeping problem still persists. But bless you, man. Bless you.

The song's incomplete.

But bless you.

ohwowtheepisodeissolvedin4minutesbutwegot7minutesremainingwhatdooooooooooooooooooooo- *explodes*

...Okay, I was going to say something about the lack of excitement in here, but then I realized there are other clubs with cooler stuff.

Hold up...Agent Odette?

But didn't we get an Ode- ahhhh yes. In Season 3.

Yeah, this recycling surprises me none, and no, this is not the same agent, before you ask.

"Phillip's the friendlest unicorn you'll ever meet."

*long deep sigh*

Y'know, given Hasbro's...ah...dire financial straits at the moment for MLP amid news over G5 ending and Tell Your Tale's cancellation, I feel they could really benefit from some advertising in Odd Squad.

Instead we get yet another missed opportunity when I've been angling for another MLP reference in this show for 8 years with Tim's tweets to Lauren Faust and Meghan McCarthy on strings. Is it really that fucking hard when other kids shows have made references and gotten away with it scot-free?

"I love unicorns!"

Huh. Never pinned Ozzie as a brony, in all honesty.

I also never pinned Orli as dropping the words "coat hick." What the fuck is a "coat hick"?

...

That's not what she's saying, is it.

"Unicorns are proud, majestic, lemon-scented!"

If they're scented like lemons, no wonder some agents eat them.

That being said, I both love and hate that this random-ass Odd Squad UK episode just gave me another fic idea when there are ten million FiMFic contests I want to enter and a ton of fics I still need to write. I don't do this shit so people can pay me money, Omar. I do this shit as a hobby. If I wanna start up a Patreon or a Ko-fi one of these days, I'll call you.

Isn't there an Amanda the Adventurer 2 coming out?

Because if so...this speaks for itself.

IN THE CRIMINAL JUSTICE SYSTEM, SCOOTER-POLICE-BASED OFFENSES ARE CONSIDERED ESPECIALLY HEINOUS. IN BRI- oh fuck no...no, I can't finish that. I'm laughing too hard.

Simple solution: make the barrier for entry "X or more". So for example, Orli and Ozzie could get into Club 34 because they have solved 34 or more cases. Not exactly 34. 34 or more.

This is about as stupid as express checkout cashiers harping on you for including only three items above the limit. And they're small things. Like...I dunno...Reese's cups or something.

"Why don't you just unsolve some cases?"

Wh...okay, and this is about as stupid as people doing community service for theft and then going right back and stealing the same item again. Doesn't make sense, right? Neither does this shit.

The entire purpose of Odd Squad is to get rid of oddness and keep up normalcy. Victims' lives should not be put on the line and they should not have their odd problems and illnesses re-applied just so Ozzie can go see a non-MLP unicorn that some innocent agent will probably eat down the line. It's borderline stupid, and frankly, it's really out of character for these two.

Especially for Ozzie, since he's a guy who loves to help people.

Behold: an episode that is pushing me more and more towards just dropping everything and walking out.

And I haven't done that since "Odd Together Now". But this is cutting it close.

Seriously, why do we need an IT agent whose entire point is to undo agents' hard work and cause harm to victims? Are they lashing out after telling someone they need to turn it off and on again too many times? Are they angry at all the misplaced code there is?

It...oy. It makes no fucking sense. At least "Lift Off" actually made sense in terms of plot. This one...it's terrible.

(On to Part 2!)

[bxrningembers]

Sir Pentious Headcanons moved from my main blog.

Food questions for the Muse(s) 🍝 - Can you cook? If yes, when and how did you learn to cook? 💊 - Any food allergies? 🍛 - What’s your favourite kind of restaurant? Italian, Chinese, Greek, etc.?

🍝: No. Put it this way, Fizzaroli jokes about burning the milk, He’s actually done it. How this man managed to feed himself with out someone’s help is a mystery. This oddly does not apply to brewing tea and drinks.

💊: None.

🍛: Japanese or Spanish. Sorta a tie between the two.

🍑 - Favorite fruit, 🎵- Favorite song, 💤 - Do they like sleeping in or waking up early?

🍑: Apples.

🎵: Pretty much anything by Schubert. (And yes, he does know how to play).

💤: Like all snakes, Pentious enjoys his beauty sleep.

All the Little Things Meme

💐 - Favorite type of flower

🔎 - Random detail about them

👶 - As a kid, what were they like?

🍙 - Favorite snack

💀 - What are they afraid of?

💐: Jasmine vines, though he likes roses too.

🔎: Sir Pentious has multiple eyes on his body, including on his top hat. These eyes will always show his true feelings.

👶: As a child, Elaphe was a bit of a snobbish brat, being raised in a rich home. He didn’t have a lot of friends but desperately wanted them. He was the sort of kid that was secretly very sensitive but was a brat because he didn’t have any real friends, and his parents didn’t have time for him. So he tended to act out as a result.

🍙: Deviled Eggs. His love for eatting eggs didn’t start in Hell ether.

💀: Being alone. He made the Egg bois sentient for this reason.

Sexual headcanons & questions

4. what are some features of others that arouse them, or they find arousing in a sexual situation?

5. what are their most common turn-ons? 6. what are some more situational or contextual turn-ons? 10. do they indulge in masturbation or personal fantasies?

4. He’s a bit odd in that he doesn’t find a well-endowed female figure as appealing as someone with more modest curves. In men, he likes a man who is taller than him and more lanky in frame. Though being victorian, he is more discreet about his male attractions. He is an old romantic, so arousing situations are romantic scenes like fancy balls and strolls through his flower garden.

5. The touches to the base of his tail. Factually, this is where a snake’s peen is located hidden under a special scale. This is not the case for Pentious, but this area has the same level of sensitivity and arousal capability. I also mentioned that his head fin-hair is sensitivity, too. In a more mental sense, he is turned on by good manners, etiquette, and people with a strong will that don’t let hell or it’s environment change who they are. Propping him up and stroke his ego also turns him on.

6. Saving or helping him with no personal gain that he can see. Letting him dominate when you are the stronger/more powerful of the two.

10. Yes, to both. He isn’t above visiting a brothel or one of Valentinos’ many establishments to indulge in sexual pleasure if he really needs it. Usually, he will rub one out on his own, though.

14. how open are they, or how do they feel about sexual experimentation? elaborate if needed. 15. what is something they consider a kink of their own? 

14. He is unused to it but unopposed to it. As a victorian era man, such permisuity and non-monogamy couplings were demonized. The fact that he IS a demon palpable to the idea and would be willing to try it with people he trusts.

15. Ovation. The man secretly wants a family, and it has developed into an egg kink. >,> Don’t judge him.

Bedtime meme

🌅 - Have they ever pulled an all-nighter? If so, what do they do to stay awake?

Sir Pentious

This is fairly frequent due to him either educating himself on technology or designing and building mechs and weapons. Pentious isn’t a big coffee person and will opt for strong black teas when he works into the night.

What non-sexual act of foreplay most turns them on?

His headfins (hair) are very delicate and sensitive to touch, so strokes to it feel very nice. You’re likely to get a delighted shiver out of him if you touch them.

💭 + food habits

Sir Pentious is very proper at the dinner table. No elbows on the table, takes his time to eat properly, that sort of thing. Basically manners at a big deal, and he takes them seriously. The only exception is with eggs. Something about his serpentine nature kicks in and overpowers his more logical side, and he will consume them in a more primal manner.

Sir Pentious, hc + Routine

As a Victorian era demon, Sir Pentious has a lot of habits that he has retained from that era. His morning routine is a fairly early morning where he grooms and dresses himself for the day, making sure his looks prime, proper, and presentable before even leaving his room. This is followed by a light breakfast with tea, usually a black tea with rose petals but rarely any sugar or milk in his dining room. He usually reads up on the usual news and gossip while having breakfast. Afterward, he tends to his dental hygiene and checking for early signs of mouth rot (a common issue that snakes encounter) and gets started with anything else he has planned for the day from there. His morning routine is pretty normal but also methodical. He always does things in this order each morning.

[autisticempathydaemon]

for the match ups- this is such a lovely idea <3 thank you!

Oh man there are so many! but the main one I would say I keep going back to is Clean Slated State by The Altogether. The first verse always hits me because it is very theatrical in the references to the ghost light and how each actor will take a character differently. The real kicker of it though is the last verse where it flips to “I don’t have someone. But I want someone. I need someone, I need a new me ‘cause I’ve got two or three and they won’t let me fulfill my clean slated state.” Purely for the fact that sometimes it just feels like I am just acting my way through life- not really having one set “me” aCherrynd so I constantly am changing myself for others. It could also be seen as there are other people in life pushing their own agendas against me, never allowing me to be who I am, never allowing me that fresh start.

Two! 

I do not 😬 

Okay so- I would play pretend on the playground in kindergarten with some friends that we were this pack of cheetahs? Leopards? I don’t remember, but they were big cats! So I had… An imaginary friend/pet Big Cat that would come along with me everywhere. 

Melatonin gummy and usually an episode of The Adventure Zone (Go to episodes are any in the Crystal Kingdom or The Eleventh Hour Episode 8) or VODs of various streamers or my little comfort collection of RedactedAudios 😌

If I had to change my name, I would probably go with the one I use as a shorthand online. I have gone by it for years and I honestly just… Like it a lot? It has no familial connections, simple, and just feels nice.

Anton’s first audio. The one where he is doing work on Asset. I put that on when I need to focus for a solid 30 minutes, need some simple background noise, need something to help ease me to sleep, or just calm down. It is a very nice little simple audio that scratches my brain just right between the soft grumbles and sound design of it all. 

Ollie. I enjoyed the silly little game rambles! But in my brain he is just There and that is all. (At least when I remember he is there) 

How to Train Your Dragon movie franchise. I used to watch the first one on my little iPod (5th Gen) and got to the point where I would put it on, close my eyes, and picture it in my head as it played. Still can to this day! I just love the silly dragons and relate maybe a little too much to Hiccup. The third movie came after I lost someone important to me and I sobbed like a baby on my couch.

Huxley. I would love for him to be my best friend.

Usually it will be the thing I am currently fixated on. So lately it has been Dungeons & Daddies, Fantasy High, and Genshin Impact.

It was Kum & Go before I moved, but now it is Rhodes. Usually either a Cherry Dr. Pepper or Peach Peach Tea (snack is usually wildberry gummy lifesavers c: )

Not a playlist really, but a couple of albums! Fences by The Altogether and So Much (For) Stardust by Fall Out Boy. If I had to say a playlist though, I would have to say the little playlist I made while writing “journal entries” as my Monster of the Week character to give to another character. It is more on the sad side, but it is the first playlist I put thought into on the order of songs rather than just shuffling them.

Miraculous Ladybug. Sometimes you just need some weird and silly adventures of some kids that have magic powers and weird love squares to make your life whole.

I love theatre, cats, plants/gardening, cross stitching , cooking/baking! Chronic album/playlist shuffler. Love the winter. Mildly addicted to coffee.

You overestimate my self-control if you think you can rave about the new Fall Out Boy Album and not have me to pair you with Asher.

jk there's copious reasons I think you and Asher make a fantastic pair; Fall Out boy being his canonical favorite band is just one of them. For one, Asher would be fuckin tickled by the knowledge that your childhood friend used to be a big cat. He'd be like "Oh, Bäbe, have I got someone for you to meet-"

I also think, in relation to the song lyrics you picked, that Asher would make a fantastic match, because he's so... accepting. Like in his Elevator audio, he would make you immediately comfortable, would never ask anything of you that you're not willing to do or be. Asher would be too enamored with the genuine you to entertain otherwise.

Song:

I ask if you play D&D/ And your face lights up like you've woken up/ From this endless fucking nightmare of pretending this is you/ This is us, this is me and this how we're meant to be/ But your smile tells me I'm safe/ And that voice unspoken's heard

I have been waiting for someone to give me an excuse to use this song, so thank the lord for you. This is one of my favorite songs by a gorgeous duo about finding connection when we’re honest about who we are and what we love, and it’s wonderful.

Runner-Ups:

David is a compelling match for you on an Enneagram basis; a loving, sincere Two would be lovely with him. I love the idea of a soft hearted, open person drawing him out of his shell. Plus, the two of you can cry over HTTYD together. (I’ll join you to make three. The second one is one of my favorite movies ever. Gavin, I like for you because I can see him empathizing with your struggle asserting your identity and supporting you in that, knowing he’s gone through a similar crisis.

Note: heehee if you’re a MOTW fan, please keep an eye on my blog! I’m homebrewing the MOTW rule system to fit the Redacted world and magic system for a campaign I’ll be keeping and will post it up here when it’s done 💌

Want a match-up of your own? Read this post, and tell me about yourself! 💌

[seras-elessar]

Death’s Door - misunderstanding Souls

Death’s Door is beautiful. It suffers in the game play. Clearly made to be a souls-like it fails to grasp the nuance of souls combat and world building. There’s one winning strategy, and one only. Your dodge roll has a cool down.

Poor thematic story. Great, beautiful visuals.

And poor, oh so poor, combat.

tldr: 5/10 Didn’t like it. Can’t recommend it. More under the cut.

When Demon Souls and then Dark Souls came out the consensus among my peers was that the game was filled with unfair, trial and error challenges that would kill the player as much soon as look at them. Now that wasn’t true of Dark Souls; you’re always given enough information that even when you’re dropped into an ambush or a trap you always feel like you’ve could’ve avoided it.

Not so for Death’s Door. You’re dropped into challenges without knowing what you’re in for. The enemies spawn in in waves, giving you little to no chance to be prepared for the challenge ahead. Even bosses work this way.

Unpredictible seems to be the name of the outline for Death’s Door, not in story, but in combat. No enemy beyond the absolute basic monsters are truly readable. An example is the big, Smough-looking knights. They have a large mace they use to smash once, twice, three or four times. There is one tell for the once smash, the other’s are a guessing game. Will it hit twice or thrice? No idea, and nothing can tell me. The winning strategy is a game of tag that becomes very tiresome after the first ten times, and never lets up for the next five thousand. Attack and dodge away. Attack and dodge away. And so proceeds the combat of all the bosses and larger enemies.

To complicate this winning strategy is the aspect that the dodge roll doesn’t use stamina, instead it has a cool down. This means you can’t dance with the enemies, dodge around them the way you do in Soulsborne games, or Hades. Instead it became to me a last resort of moving away from the enemy, and no something I ever felt I could trust.

Speaking of trust. When I play an action adventure game like Souls or Hades the games build a trust in that the dodge is a dodge and the attack is an attack. This however is not so. The dodge as mentioned above need a cool down, but th i-frames seem off. Only the middle of the dodge has you actually invincible, the starting and ending frames of the dodge roll is still has your very confusing hit-box taking hits if you try to stay close to the enemy.

The enemy also have confusing animations. Sometimes an enemy lands from a jump, with an animated shockwave, and it hits the crow. Other times the shockwave does nothing. And you can never tell which is a hurty jump and which isn’t. To compare it to Elden Ring it would be like if the horn blowers sometimes just alerted the other enemies and sometimes gave you a concussion. Just not all the time, and not entirely dependant on enemy class or type.

The art is lovely though, the animations look great and there are a lot of interesting and fun character designs, but the game seems to do very little with them. I personally love the Lift Person, but you use the lift once and then just teleport between the stages. Underutilised. Same with the Fisher Man Cook that can tell you secrets over a bowl of food. He’s fun, though.

On the other hand there’s the Bard comic relief. He celebrates your victory of the third main boss by making an absolutely, disgustingly, terrible rhyme about it. I was honestly extremely disappointed when I came to that scene. Not funny or beautiful, it really points out another problem of the game.

The tone is unstable, like the creators didn’t know if they were making a game for children or for adults. The difficulty would leave any child frustrated and dejected, and the story and tone leaves me as an adult disappointed and let down. It tries to say something along the lines of “death is just a natural part of life, and going for immortality corrupts”, but it fails even at that. It feels under developed, missing the point of the Souls series story, the same way the combat misses the point of the Souls combat.

So in the end, this is a Souls-like that doesn’t understand how and why the Souls-games work, buying into the hype about the Souls “difficulty” being it’s main selling-point. And it is difficult. Very difficult. But in the trial and error bullshit that strained my patience every second of me playing it. So it’s a poor game, gorgeous, missing the very essence of what makes Dark Souls great.

[unknwnxquantity]

I didn’t wanna keep venting on here but I wanna let this outtt. And I don’t have therapy for another week. And also he’s a man so I feel it’s still a little weird to complain to a man about.. men😭 he validates me tho. But still weird

I’m so tired of theseeee mennnnnn. I’m just tired of men winning when all it seems in life is that a man won somehow. Some way. What triggered this, at least this rant, is my one guy coworker. His name is KM. KM is a cutie patootie I can’t lie. Just this quiet big bear cuddly guy. He’s so sweet and will stay longer if you need him to, doesn’t complain ever. Just vibes and loves his sugary drinks (I get scared for his health). He honestly just reminds you of that quiet nerdy kind guy you went to hs with who loves playing video games, that familiarity and warmth. But he’s pretty slow in his movements. And careless. Idk if he’s slow mentally but that’s what it seems to be, and that’s not even me being mean. It’s just observation. I’m slow in my movements too at times! But he’s like turtle slow. Another guy is like that too but is a fast worker. KG, but he’s legitimately diagnosed on the spectrum. He’s also a gentle giant. I love our talks. I love them both as ppl, but they’re still men (I would love to have them as close friends) and at the end of the day in the way that they’re not inherently considerate or socially aware, or care enough to be socially aware the way women are conditioned to be. They mess up orders constantly! And you gotta be on top of both of them to get things done, like a mother having to stay on top of her children every five seconds and having to constantly remind them what to do.

So with KM, he got partner of the quarter. Meaning he gets recognized in that way of outstanding type behavior and an extra $75 in his check. And my one manager…. I don’t wanna name him, I’ll call him J. Is such a passive man. Gay man. Hispanic, pushing 50 but acts younger than me. He reminds me of my old manager at my city job, also a gay Hispanic man, pushing 40, who has a very young spirit. But at least the manager at the city job was more of my mentor and would let me vent and cry to him. But he was sex obsessed and made me scared of the idea if I ever was a man around him…. But J loves trying to get my validation and reactions in any ways he can. “What do you think about these pants?” “What do you think about these shoes?” “I cooked this for dinner it was so good, aren’t you proud of me?” Or if I say I like something, that next shift usually he’ll be like “I bought this!/ I wanna buy this” he’s too much. But he drops to me last shift “KM won partner of the quarter!! It was neck and neck between you two” and then drops this shift “kmmmm partner of the quarter!” In front of me. And before I leave goes something like “aw km you’re the best…this is why I picked you for partner of the quarter” to him. Bc he knows ima be like “oooohhh word?” Like ….. and then J’s explanation is “well the reason I picked him is bc he never calls out…..you’ll get it next quarter tho” …. BC I CALLED OUT FOR STEVE WILKOS??? And some other times but like cmon. And literally got coverage for it. Okay. So I’m like you know what? Maybe Mr partner of the quarter doesn’t need my help as much when I want to go and help. I always try to be considerate and do small things to make life easier for my coworkers. But then I get told “that’s nice but stay in your station” so you know what!! Ima stay my ass right there. Right where I’m designated. That’s fine. I know it’s misdirected anger. I know what J is doing. But damn it it worked 😭

Whether it’s having to pick up the slack of him and KG or even the guys at my other job, I’m tired of babysitting GROWN MEN! Guys who are forgetful, have mental setbacks or just careless and take advantage that they won’t get fired if they do below the bare minimum. And I find myself overextending and overly looking out for people to make their lives easier… and for what? To still have a man preferred over me in some capacity? To not have the same consideration back? Or not even that back, I don’t do to get in return generally. But not even some form of acknowledgment? After a while, it’s too discouraging. It’s having to use discernment of doing things out of the goodness of your heart, vs bending over backwards and people pleasing. Overly exerting your energy where it’s not needed. Walking the line yet again. Balance.

It feels like men always win even by doing the least. Even with women. All the girls in my past except my last ex always went to a guy after or there was always a guy waiting in the wings for her. That wound is a mf bro. There is just always a guy. Or a masculine presence at the least, she goes to. Whoever “she” is (“she” is generalized). I’m just tired bro. I noticed with myself, once I start outgrowing a job and the universe is like okayyyy you learned all you could learn it’s time to move on! And I stay a little longer, I start despising everything and everyone. I’m more pessimistic. I’m more short tempered and defensive and meaner. I don’t care to hold a conversation with anyone not even close coworkers. I’m not as upbeat as I once was when I start outgrowing a job or situation. I just feel and vibrate lower than I should, lower than I should ever allow myself to be at. And that’s just a common thing that happens to every person alive! But to me bc I experience firsthand I’m like okay….. this is why people get grumpy and bitter. But I can’t become that. Only for a little bit tho! Become that to learn the lesson— I feel like I have to become what I hate even for just a little bit to know I don’t wanna become that permanently— then get out before it’s too late and make your journey back to your core beauty. More mature beauty you come out from the other side, the other side of not knowing and then it’s that in-between split state of being.

[malewifemanhunter]

Challenge is NOW OPEN!!! 9th August to 9th September 2022

Heyyy everyone! The Always Sunny Drabble Blast Contest is now open for submissions :D

Anyone can enter, whether you’re a confident writer or you’ve never written anything before, if you’re new to sunnyblr or you’ve been here since Charlie Kelly crawled out of the floorboards. You can also submit anonymously! (just talk to one of the organizers for that~)

“BUT WHAT IS A DRABBLE” you ask?

A drabble is a VERY short fic of just 100 words (not including title, tags or authors notes). And it can be about anything you like! As long as it’s Sunny related and hits that target (give or take) then you’ve nailed it. You can even write a series of drabbles and arrange them as chapters if you want to explore your idea more, as long as they work on their own too. If you need some examples, you can find them in the collection.

“HOW WILL YOU CROWN YOUR CHAMPIONS?”

Good question! We’ll be opening a poll on September 1st for people to vote on their favourite stories, with a contest winner and runners-up, and we’re ALSO going to hand pick the winners of some very special categories. (And yes, that’s because otherwise, our beloved macdennies will swamp the votes :p)

BEST IN SHIP: The big six, babeyyy. Macdennis, Deetress, Charden, Charmac, Chardee, Charmacden. You know the drill.

BEST RAREPAIRS: Any relationship not in the above list :)

BEST TEAM-UPS and FRIENDSHIPS: Non-ship based fics

GENRE: Best fluff, humor, angst, AU, horror, smut

HAND PICKED PERFECTION: Best Scheme, Most Sunny-ish Vibes, Best Twist, Drabble We're Most Desperate For More Of, Best Drunk/High Fic, Most In Character, Best Title, BEST SINGLE LINE, Dialogue Only, Fewest Filler Words, Best Fic In A Language Other Than English, Best Freeform/Visual Design, Best Meta, Best Crack Meta…

And finally...

WASTE NOT WANT NOT: The real deal. The most prestigious title. That’s right, we’re talking about Most Obedient. This is the award for whoever writes the most submissions with exactly one. hundred. words. No more, no less. 

SOME BASICS:

Content: write whatever you like! Try to tag things appropriately, but we can help you figure that out if you want (dm or send an ask to us @malewifemanhunter @headgehug @officialbillhader or @lets-dont-this)

Where to post: Feel free to post your work on tumblr/anywhere else you like - it’s your work! just make sure you also submit it to the collection on Archive Of Our Own 3 so we can keep track of them all. And don't forget to tag sunny d blast!

Submitting anonymously: There are two ways you can do this. 1. Upload your fic to your Ao3 account, make it anonymous, then submit it to the collection, or 2. Send it to one of us (@malewifemanhunter @headgehug @lets-dont-this @officialbillhader) on anon and we will post it for you (although it may mess up your formatting a little to do it this way). 

But what if I dont know what to write?!: Do not worry - as well as having beta readers available we’ve also got this list of prompts! No need to stick with these (seriously, write what you wanna), but If you wanna write and the creative juices just aren’t flowing, you can take your pick from this list and just go to town

PROMPTS TO HELP YOU GET STARTED:

moments when Dennis kissed Mac on the forehead, Mac and charlie have a bike race, Dennis and Charlie sing together while high, Charlie takes care of a sick Dee, the gang tries to catch a turkey for Thanksgiving, Mac and Dee want the same man, Charlie and Mac almost set fire to Mac and Dennis’s apartment while cooking, the twins (children) hate each other but they still spend their birthday together because being together with someone you hate is better than being alone, Frank swindles a street vendor and gets food for everyone in the gang, water fight turned erotic. You can take these as they are, or play around with them a bit, whatever floats your boat~

ADVICE:

Don't forget you have a title! With only 100 words it can really help to set the scene or the tone of your fic. And make sure you tag the fic. If you don't know how, or have any other questions, just ask one of the organizers!

GOOD LUCK!

[tommyspeakycap]

I love your work! I was wondering if you’d be willing to write something about (toddler) baby Shelby having Alfie help her bake a cake for Tommy

omggggg that’s so so cute!!

A Bakers Help

The burly Camden Town ‘baker’ was nothing short of completely shocked when he heard a soft banging on his office door in the mid afternoon. His eyebrows had furrowed and he had kept his hand readily on his weapon so he was prepared in the event of an enemy being on the other side of the door. He was surprised to say the least when he tugged open the door and had to look down multiple inches to spot she who knocked on the door.

There stood a little girl. One he knew fairly well but who’s appearance outside his office was still a shock. That little girl was notorious around most of England, especially in heavily gang populated territories where the “Shelby” was a household name and everybody who knew that name knew the littlest member of the family was something akin to a jewel in Tommy Shelby’s crown. Alfie had been curious as to whether or not she was actually attached to Thomas Shelby’s hip in consideration to how much time she spent right by his side, teetering along on little legs so he knew she was safe right by his side. It wasn’t often that Tommy entrusted others to watch over his youngest sister, so it would be safe to say that Alfie was incredibly confused.

“Good morning.” The little girl greets, her lips plastered with a bright smile as she lifts a hand to wave at him. Alfie braces himself on either side of his doorway with strong hands so as to lean out of his office to look out into the ‘bakery’ to both the left and right before stepping back in. “Mhm yes it was actually. Where’s your brothers?” He asks, turning his eyes back to the girl in the doorway who fights to pull her wool coat back up from falling off her arms due to the fact it hadn’t been buttoned up. The girl shrugs, “Dunno...Can I come in?” She asks politely, “It’s very cold.”

Alfie Solomons squints his eyes and forms a crease between his brows, but even he can’t deny the chill in the winter breeze through the unheated factory and the shivering of the child, and so he steps to the side and gestures her in the door. Alfie hums, or maybe something more akin to a grumble, in thought as the five year old wanders around his office to take in the whole surroundings. “And where are your pikey brothers then yeah?” His voice rumbles deep and gravelly the same way it always does, not missing the chance or thinking twice about dropping an insult to the Shelby men as he speaks. The youngest of the clan shrugs her little shoulders. “Dunno,” she says again, “I’m with Ada. Told her i was going out to play.”

The words most definitely do worry Alfie Solomons after the girl with Tommy Shelby’s striking blue eyes and his heart in the palm of her tiny hand finishes speaking flippantly. It occurs to him that she’s simply too young to understand both risk and consequence. She knows that Tommy Shelby dotes on her like the little princess he believes her to be. She knows he loves her, he tells her every day. However, Alfie knows the far darker side to that love. He’s heard of people brutally murdered with remains unidentifiable after coming close to her, and although Alfie has no desire to harm a child who probably doesn’t even understand what it is the rest of her family do when she’s not around, that doesn’t reassure him even in the slightest that Tommy, Arthur, Ada and John Shelby along with Polly Gray wouldn’t rip him to shreds if they knew their little princess was stood in his office for whatever reason.

“Right,” Alfie states, “Better get you home then,” He strides easily towards the door to hold it open, but the little girl simply quirks one eyebrow and remains where she stands. “It’s Tommy’s birthday soon.” She declares, looking up at the hardened London gangster as if he poses no threat nor fear to her in the slightest bit. She smiles at him, big and bright. She didn’t know him. She didn’t know if he was violent, didn’t know if he was supposed to be scary. She just knew she had met him before, he was relatively funny as the 5 year old obviously did not pick up on the thinly veiled threats hiding beneath the verbal back and forth between her favourite brother and the man she stood with now, and more importantly than anything; she knew he was a ‘baker’. “You need a cake on your birthday, you know.” She adds very matter of factly, and Alfie Solomons doesn’t fight the little grin he gives. “And you’re a baker, so you can make good cakes. I need you to help me make Tommy’s cake for birthday cake time on Saturday.”

There’s virtually no way this little girl had just come up with this by herself. The way she acts, her generosity, her sweetness and her absolute insistence of cake for her brothers birthday was not something she had adapted by herself. Children don’t just come up with these things. That thought, for Alfie, means that those who have raised her have drilled a certain kindness into her. Thomas Shelby has raised his little sister to be the kind of kid who will find a man she thinks is a baker just because her brother told her he was, so that he can help her make a cake. That makes Alfie want to laugh. Tommy Shelby acts the part, but Solomons now knows he’s the type who taught a little girl about the importance of cake and birthday fun.

“Fine.” Alfie responds, out stretching his arm to gesture the little girl out into the factory. He did actually have a designated area for the ‘bakery’ just in the event that someone came looking or investigating and he needed to show there was actually a bakery there. He was thankful for that now, because he got the feeling that there was little to no chance he would have gotten away from the very very persistent little Shelby trailing behind him. It becomes apparent very quickly that little (y/n) will have no luck when it comes to seeing what was going on up on the counter, considering she wasn’t even nearly the same height as it, never mind tall enough see over it. Alfie has to get creative in that respect, eyes flicking around until they lands on a a stack of crates that he grabs a couple of to pile them next to the counter so that the youngest Shelby can contribute as she pleased to the cake making.

All things considered, Alfie was actually a fairly good baker. He didn’t come up with the idea of a bakery to cover his illegal business work for no reason. He knew he could bake if it was necessary (which it sometimes was to smuggle alcohol), so this ask from the little girl who had a list of ingredients and an exact image of how she wanted this cake to look, wasn’t a huge task for him.

In the process of the bake, Alfie learned a lot. He learned that little Shelby couldn’t quite pronounce her L’s (which Tommy was apparently working on with her), so she called him Afie. He learned that Tommy’s favourite cake was vanilla sponge, which was why it was a four tier vanilla sponge with extra strawberry jam that his sweet little sister had chosen. He learned that the little girl got here by very discretely tripping up her cousin, Karl, so that Ada was preoccupied giving him a plaster for his knee and stopping his tears and (y/n) snuck off from Ada’s London home in the direction she felt like she remembered Tommy going when he had taken her to Alfie’s bakery once, albeit leaving her in the car with Arthur and John. She had to ask for directions from confused strangers a few times, but ultimately she found the place on her own. Alfie learned that little Shelby talks a lot. She’s very clever, can follow instructions a lot better than most children of a similar age. It had become increasingly clear she didn’t see any problem with talking about the fun things she did with her brothers. The way Arthur and John like to throw her about to hear her giggles, how Tommy tucks her in every single night that he can. How he tickles her, how he still carries her around even though her aunt Polly protests it. How good her aunt Polly’s cooking is. How much she loves her family. She sees no problem with divulging these soft family moments, although Tommy would probably be absolutely appalled that people knew these things about him and his brothers. It made the head of the Peaky Blinders seem so incredibly mundane.

Alfie could see now why that sweet girl was so loved and held so dear by the family. He also had to wonder if she truly was one of them. She was funny and bright, she giggled with him and babbled on about sorts of rubbish. Alas, she was bossy as Thomas himself. She was loud like Arthur, sarcastic as John, self assured as Polly, as independent as Finn and opinionated as Ada. She made sure to tell Alfie exactly how to stack the first layer while she mixed ingredients for the next layer and he was kept on a very short leash, reminded every so often that he was not to dip his fingers in any of the mixtures and leaning over as he worked to tell him Tommy liked more jam than what Alfie had put on.

“Wait!” She yelps out, leaping off the makeshift kitchen stool made from those bottle crates to chase after Alfie until she reaches the man who was carrying the cake towards a box. “Finishing touches,” she insists, ever so slightly dusting the cake with powdered icing sugar to give a final decorational appearance. Alfie smiles subconsciously as the small girl stands back with a proud grin, turning her eyes to man holding the cake, “Thank you Afie,” she beams, her cute little way of saying his name never lost on him as his heart flutters. “Welcome, baby Shelby.” He responds as he slips it into the cake box he’d ordered one of his men to go and get without question.

Alfie was certain he would step outside his bakery and London would be burning. He expected to have Shelby’s killing people on the streets searching for their baby, their sweet little princess. He assumed (and rightly so) that Ada hadn’t told Tommy that she had absolutely no idea where his most precious little love was for genuine fear of his reaction and so she had mobilised some friends and acquaintances she had made while in London to try finding her little sister. Albeit they were evidently unsuccessful and absolutely no one expected little (y/n) to be baking with Alfie Solomons for her gangster brothers birthday because she just loves him so.

Ada literally burst out the front door frantically when she saw the car headlights pull up outside her house, wrapping herself tightly in her coat as Alfie Solomons lifts her little sister down out of the car. The 5 year old stands innocent as ever next to the man who Tommy never truly knows if he can trust or not as he reaches back into the car to lift out a white cake box with two strong hands. “Better keep a closer eye on this one yeah?” He gestured his head to (y/n) who runs towards Ada and jumps into her open arms to be squeezed incredibly, almost painfully tightly. “Never run off like that again!” She hisses, her concern and anxiety clear behind her words as she speaks into her sisters soft hair, stroking it with her hand for some form of reassurance.

“Sorry Ada,” she hums cutely in response, “We made Tommy a cake though, for his birthday!” Ada let’s go of (y/n) and turns to the little girl. “Go inside and find Aunt Pol, i’ll be in shortly.” She says as she eyes Alfie Solomons with the stoney faced glare he assumes she learned from Polly Gray and her often stoney resolve. “Bye bye Afie!” The 5 year old chimes, scuttling up to him to wrap her arms around his legs for a moment before turning and running off with a wave at the doorstep with Alfie a little bit to stunned by how kind she was to him despite the bad man he was to do much else than wave after her. “You,” Ada snipped, cutting him out of his thoughts and crossing her arms firmly over her chest, “Baked a cake with my little sister?” Her words leak with confusion, eyebrows furrowed with her head tilted in question as she continues to be unable to think of any reason why Alfie Solomons hadn’t turned the little girl away or even used her as a bargaining chip with threats of harm to the child if Tommy didn’t do as Alfie wanted. Instead he baked with her a cake for Thomas and she was returned without a bump, not even a hair on her head harmed. He had returned the little Shelby who was uncharacteristically clumsy for a Shelby without her falling off of anything, burning herself on any ovens or accidentally eating something she was supposed to.

“Yeah.” Alfie responds, shrugging his shoulders at the same time. Ada steps closer to him to try in some way to read what he’s not saying, her heels clicking with each step. “And you want nothing for it?” She presses, her eyes narrowed as he shrugs. “Birthday gift innit yeah?” He grumbles, handing the cake to Ada. “She’s the best of you lot,” he states firmly as he turns his back to climb back into his car, “Keep her that way yeah?”

Ada’s frown turns to a soft smile as she nods, watching as Alfie Solomons pulls his door shut firmly and turns on his ignition.

“Mr Solomons, Oi!” She calls after him, forcing him to roll down his window to hear what she has to say. “Thank you.” She breathes, “For looking after her and bringing her home. And for the cake.” Alfie nods his head in acknowledgment. Ada isn’t sure what else to say. She still feels fairly nauseous at the fact her little sister was missing for virtually the whole day and littered with further nerves at the fact Tommy would be around to pick her up in a half hour and it wasn’t like little Shelby to keep quiet about anything, especially not when it came to Tommy and especially when it came to her adventures that her favourite brother hadn’t been part of, so assuredly she would let him know all about her baking day with Alfie after the cake was revealed tomorrow afternoon for his birthday. Alfie knew this too and he imagined he’d get a visit from the head of the Peaky Blinders relatively soon after he found out.

Tommy would probably be as confused as Ada as to why Alfie looked after little (y/n) the way he did. Alfie couldn’t even really explain it himself, she just warmed up his heart and the sweet little girl showed Alfie truly why Tommy loves that little girl so much. She brings laughter and happiness and fun. She brings light into a very, very dark life and Alfie appreciates that dedication Tommy had to keeping her safe a lot more now. He himself now had a soft spot for the kid and there was a part of him that knew for a fact he too would be making sure no one in his circle was breathing words of harming that little girl who had promised she would bake with him again, and had his birthday written on her hand so she could bake for his birthday.

Maybe the Shelby’s weren’t so bad after all.

[19eyebrows]

Hiii!! So I saw you posted that you need ideas for a fanfic, so here are a few that I feel like you could use! (I have some more on my page if you aren’t feeling any of the below)

• Praise Kink AU (already recommended in your comments, but the idea may be fun to write)

• I’m not sure of the name of this AU, but it’s basically where one day, Mo wakes up with a tail and cat ears, and he has to figure out a way to get rid of them.

• Spy AU! They’re working on a top secret mission. You can make this as spicy or as pg as necessary :)

• Genie/God AU. One day, He Tian finds a golden luxuriously designed teapot. Little did he know was that it held a powerful spirit with anger issues

I hope this helps! Happy writing!! <3

@kindregard @dollitanea and @stfuoxjustupdated : all those ideas inspired me to write a combination of the God/Genie AU and the Praise kink AU. Hope you'll like it <3 I'll do it in headcanon style because i have many ideas and not enough time to write a full ff. (but i wish i could)

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- Mo Guanshan is a lower god who got cursed to serve humans for eternity

- he angered the higher demon She Li who demanded full loyalty and who-knows-what from Mo who refused to give in

- so She Li cursed him to serve humans who Mo despised so much because of their greedy and violent behaviour

- Mo was caged in a teapot for now over 300 years

- whenever a human found his teapot and took a sip of the made tea Guanshan would manifest and had to fulfil his masters demands for three years than he would be given to the next owner by chance

- but sometimes the teapot would get lost and between his owners are long years of Mo not be able to get out - the curse is really terrible - if he is out on earth he has to serve, if he doesn't serve he is caged for multiple years (sometimes mor than 30 years)

- many owerns of him were real asshols who just wanted to get their desires satisfied (not sexual but material) and never treated Mo real well

- especially when they found out that Mo wasn't able to do the big things like winning a war or get someone back from the death or even kill someone. He wasn't even able to make someone rich per se. He could help lifting the status and could make things happen that would lead to money but the humans still had to do their part. Mo was still just a lower god without the big power.

- except for an old woman who found Mo back in 1910 who was really kind to him and never demand anything big. Mostly health and food for her family. It had been Mo's most happy years since he got cursed

- it was the first time he experienced kindness and now he was longing for it.

- than years of silence again

- until He Tian found the teapot in an antique shop

- something had made him buy that old thing but he could say why. He wasn't even the big tea drinker.

- but then, just when he was purring his first cup of tea the air change and suddenly there was a young man in his living room

- "What the-" he would have screamed but his mouth was already covered by a hand

- "Yeah yeah surprise and shit. Can we skip the part where you're freaking out and try to kill me? Would make things easier for both of us. So will you let me introduce myself without screaming?"

- He Tian is too shocked to literally do ANYTHING

- "Perfect" and so Mo introduces himself and he gave He Tian time to process everything

"To get it straight... You are a god."

"Yup"

"And you are here to serve me for 3 years if I agree to it?"

"Unfortunately"

"Because, and I quote 'that asshole god fucked you over real bad'"

"That's the deal"

"So I can ask for anything?"

"Mostly, as long as you play by the rules I just explained."

"No war, no money, no killing."

"Wow one of the smarter monkeys, must be my luck day"

- He Tian takes the deal

- first he demands stupid things from Mo (cooking, cleaning, reading to him) and Guanshan already thinks that his new master is a real weirdo. He feels more like a maid than a god

- and He Tian does something really uncommon: he thanks Mo whenever a demand was fulfilled

- over the time He Tian grew found of his new found roommate. First he teased him quite a lot (try to find out what the god would do and what not and how he would react) but once that curiosity was satisfied he just enjoyed the company

- Mo finds out that He Tian was actually a lonely human

- he saw him handing out with 'friends' but He Tian never seems to genuinely having fun or telling anyone about himself. He was very closed

- "You humans are really weird. Why are you acting all fake when you are together? I don't get it"

- He Tian is quite for a moment "Because we don't want anyone to see our weaknesses. We have to act to fit in the society"

"Sounds like a shitty live to me"

"Says the god who is dammed to play butler 24/7 for eternity?"

"Touché"

- He Tian than smiles genuinely and Mo is a bit taken aback

"Tell me more about you and what it's like to be a god. Is there a way to break that curse of yours?"

"There is... but i would rather be serving She Li himself than going that way"

"What is it?"

"I would have to give up on my immortality and became a human"

"Would it be that bad"

"Yes"

- He Tian wasn't expecting that answer but he didn't pressed any further, somehow it made him sad

- later they kept oon with their weird coexistence until one day He Cheng came for a visit.

- Mo was hidden in his teapot but still could hear all what the brothers were talking about. Mostly how disappointed their father was with He Tian that would hid himself away when he should be helping their family business already. He Tian was arguing back that he needed to concentrate on his studies and will help once he was done. His brother didn't sounded very convinced. "You know that you can't escape." "At least I can try"

-when He Cheng was gone some time passed until He Tian was calling for Mo

- he seems down and exhausted when Mo appeared before him

- He Tian let himself lay down on the couch and the silence grew

"Can I do anything?" (Mo doesn't knew how to handle the situation)

"Can you make my family disappear? Or me?"

"I already told you that I can't kill anyone"

"No not kill-argh doesn't matter. I just want to be away from all this. Living a normal life. Do you understand?"

"No" how could a god understand those things?

"But I have an idea" he took He Tians hand

"Say 'I wish to be far away'"

"I wish to be far away?"

"Wish granted"

- and Mo teleports them on a greek island

- it won't make He Tians problems disappear but it was the only thing Mo could think about to cheer him up. To take him far away.

- they spent a beautiful evening at the beach until it was time to return.

- when it was time to go to bed He Tian held Mo back who was about to return in his teapot

"Can I ask for one more thing."

"Sure"

"Will you join me tonight?"

"Okay, if it's your wish" even if Mo didn’t understand why

- they lay in the dark and suddenly He Tian is grabbing Mo's hand

"Thank you. I'm glad you are here" he whispers

-and suddenly something in Mo is moving, it was like something hot was washing down his vains. It was the feeling of power.

- something Mo didn’t knew and She Li never thought about because Mo was too low ranked was that if a god was acknowledge by another being he would become stronger. And if said beings or more started go praise them (transferring their positiv energy to them) the gods would step up in their rank

- He Tian and the old lady both have acknowledged Mo and thanked him. So it made Mo stronger so he actually just stepped up in rank

- and He Tian's last thanks was so full of honest gratitude and happiness that it hit Mo like a train

- and it became like a drug to him

- He WANTED to be thanked MORE

- He Tian noticed the change in Mo's gratitude, that he put extra efforts in his tasks

- he asks Mo about it and since Mo is not able to lie he explains the situation

"Does that mean you can break the curse on your own if you get stronger."

"Yes! I just need to be strong than that asshole and then his curse is gone for good and I never needed to fear to become a human."

Now He Tian had to ask "Why would that be so horrible? Being a human I mean"

Mo looks him straight in the eyes "Because for our kind you would force them into a body without power that would die. Die in just one blink of the eye. It would be like if you would be forced to live the life of an hamster. It will hurt us and eventually kill us. I'm afraid of it."

- that was a lot to take in. He Tian never thought of it in that way, from his perspective a human live was long enough but for Mo it was nothing. Just a hamster.

- "I'm sorry"

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Part 2 will follow but I'm running out of energy. Hope you like it.

[hyunjilicious]

a helping hand [henry cavill]

A/n: No idea where this came from, and if you guess who the mysterious person mentioned in this fic is, I’ll give you a cookie. If not, you’ll have to wait until I write the second part!

Summary: you ask Henry to help you take some pictures for your onlyfans account KINKY 3.4k

Warnings: dirty talk, age gap, obsessed henry... stalker-ish?, innocence kink? is that a thing? well, henry has it in this fic, nudes, masturbating (both), cum play slight humiliation, daddy kink.. i think that’s all? It’s pretty tame :)

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"You're a good guy, right?" you asked, your words reaching Henry's ears as soon as you both passed the threshold into your apartment. 

He turned to look at you over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised. "I'd like to think so, yes. Why?"

Ever since you moved in, he'd been glued to your side. The man that lived across the hall from you, although about 16 years older, turned out to be exactly what you needed in your life. He was polite beyond words, everyday willing to throw a helping hand to whoever needed it, built like a machine and with a sense of humour to match.

Every Saturday you went shopping together, and he would always insist on carrying your bags too, even though you'd take the car to the supermarket and rode the elevator up to your floor. He was the one who you paid with a beer to unclog your shower drain, and you were the one who ironed his shirts every time he needed it. Whenever he was out of town, Kal remained at your place, and whenever you were away from home, Henry came over and cooked in your kitchen, because apparently the window positioning in your apartment facilitated the smell getting out faster.

You had been the one who got him to shower and convinced him to eat after the so-called love of his life cheated on him, and he was the one who convinced you not to stop working on your degree when things got too difficult. He was everything to you. And that's why he was the one you decided to trust with this, too.

"I need some help with something-" you said, walking over into the kitchen, arms full of shopping bags.

"What is it?" 

"You wouldn't judge me, right?" 

"Of course not, darling" Henry laughed, pressing a sweet kiss to the top of your head as he started helping you unpack.

"I need someone to take some pictures of me" you confessed, all of a sudden shy as hell. 

"Hm, ok" he nodded, ripping open a bag of lentil chips he forced you to buy. He urged you to take the first piece, and after you did, he dug in, eyes trained on yours as he waited for you to continue.

"Nudes-" you added and then saw him choke.

Red as a tomato, his eyes bulged out of their sockets as the chips got lodged in his throat. "What-" he coughed, shaking his head. "Nudes?"

"Yeah, well-" you added, taking a step back as you felt he needed the space. "I didn't know if you knew, but I have an onlyfans-"

Henry coughed again, finally placing the bag down. "Definitely did not know"

"Ok-" you laughed, "It's really good money"

"And you need me to…"

"Only if you're comfortable with it!" you jumped in. Hoping it would comfort him, you placed your hands on his biceps, your big eyes looking up into his. "I really trust you with this, but if you don't want to, it's absolutely no problem. I'll ask someone else"

Never in your life had you seen him so out of it. He seemed uncomfortable beyond words, his brows slightly furrowed as he processed your request. But there was no way in hell he'd ever decline such an offer, it just seemed too good to be true.

"I just didn't expect this, that's all" he chuckled, bending down to kiss your forehead. With his hand on the back of your neck, he gently prompted you to look up again. "Just tell me when"

"I mean" you breathed out, looking around. "Whenever you're free. We can do it now, if you wanna"

As his enthusiasm grew, so did his cock inside his suddenly too tight jeans. He couldn't help but grin, as pure lust became visible in the blue of his eyes. "Now it is"

"Thank you!!"

"No problem, darling"

Henry made himself busy around your kitchen, tidying up and placing the newly bought items in their designated place as you rushed to your room to get ready. Your make-up wasn't too extravagant, but the lingerie you picked out was nothing if not too perverse. Everything was visible through the thin material, your ass was completely exposed, and the thick rope you held in your hands was the cherry on top when it came to what Henry fantasised about every night.

"I feel weird" you laughed, stepping into the kitchen, wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe.

"I'm sure you look absolutely beautiful" Henry shook his head, locking his phone and standing up. He walked over and when he reached you, you undid the knot and took the robe off, doing a childish pirouette to show him the full picture. 

"Good?"

"Really good" he sighed, closing his eyes from fear that his self control would crack any second. 

You both moved to the living room and the photo shoot began. Although stiff and self conscious at the beginning, you eventually let loose. For the next hour, you posed seductively for him - you touched yourself, moaned out loud in order to get the right expression, giggled innocently into the camera, stared at him with a ball gag in your mouth and it was only the beginning.

For the second part of the shoot, you moved to the bedroom. This was going to be much easier, since you wouldn't be facing the camera. You kneeled in front of the bed, bending over the mattress as Henry stood behind you, waiting for instructions.

"I'm not sure which angle works best..." you told him over your shoulder. "Can you try a few, and then we'll see which ones we like?"

"Sure thing" he chuckled and got to work.

It was weird, not being able to see him, but you remained there, patiently waiting for him to say something. The room was almost perfectly silent, only the faint music you felt on in the living room being audible. You were relaxed and calm, until you felt Henry's boot push your knees apart. You almost gasped, but then he pressed his hand to your lower back, pushing you further down into the mattress, before he grabbed your ass, lifting it up a bit.

"Much better" he stated, stepping back and resuming taking the pictures.

"Wow-" you breathed out, completely turned on by the stern way he handled your body. "Thank you"

"Absolutely no problem, doll"

And finally, for the last part of the shoot, you handed him the long, thick rope and an instructions manual, opened at page 23. "Can you tie my hands to the bedpost, please? Like it says here"

"This is the shit you kids are into, these days?" Henry laughed, sitting down next to you on the bed. 

As he worked on doing the knot, you stared at the patches of chest hair that were visible between the stained buttons of his shirt. "It's what gets the most views."

"But you don't like it?" 

"I do!" you nodded and then hissed out in pain as he tightened the knot too much. "I think it's hot, I wouldn't do this if I didn't like it"

He seemed pleased with your answer, only sending you a smile before he was finished tying you up. You opened your mouth to speak, but he beat you to it.

"Yes, you look incredibly hot, if that's what you wanted to ask"

You burst into laughter. "Yep, thank you"

Next, you instructed him on how you wanted these pictures to look. The first ones were from the foot of the bed, so that your whole frame would be visible. You arched your back and bended your legs, curling your toes as you pushed your chest out. Even though you couldn't see Henry, his eyes burned your skin. His heavy breathing was audible behind the clicking of the camera, as he every now and then sent you a low grunt of approval.

The lewd sounds he was making had you extremely turned on, as if the way he stared at you wasn't already enough. 

For the last pictures you wanted to take, you asked him to come closer. "I want these directly from above. Get my chest and my hands in, that's all"

"Yep" he agreed, and then moved next to you, the mattress dipping as he settled beside you. Henry took a few pictures, but judging by the look on his face, he wasn't happy.

"What? Tell me" you pouted.

For a second, he looked around the room. You had no idea what he was looking for, and it wasn't as if you could help him while you were still tied to the bed. 

"Let's try something," Henry said, his words coming out more like a question. You nodded in approval and then his left hand found your chest, his fingers expertly undoing the front clasp of your bra. Your tits spilled out and sudden embarrassment creeped up your body, making your cheeks burn.

Your first instinct was to cover yourself with your hands, but your wrists were still tied to the bedpost, leaving you completely exposed. "Oh.." you whined, rubbing your thighs together as you looked at him for approval. Since this was how things were going to go, you at least wanted to look sexy.

"This ok?" Henry asked, his hand on your waist. It was the first time he touched you without a pretext that day, making your pussy all but cry out with need. 

"You tell me" 

"You have really nice tits" Henry grinned and then pushed himself up.

"Thank you…"

And you were completely done and wet for him now. He didn't even try and you were the one who whored around in front of him for an hour, but all you needed was probably a single touch and you'd cum, screaming his name. His massive cock painfully strained against his jeans inches away from your face as his frame towered over your naked chest, taking picture after picture.

"Act more innocent" 

"What?"

"Pout" Henry cleared. "And raise your eyebrows. Guys love that"

Or, in fact, he loved that. As soon as you followed his command, the atmosphere changed. He hid his face behind the phone in his hands, trying to mask his ungodly arousal. As if you couldn't see his cock, all but leaking inside his pants. 

And he did take a few more pictures, two or three, before, without another word, jumping off the bed and bolting from the room.

"What the-" you yelled, pulling on the rope. "Henry, what are you-" and then, you could have sworn you heard a door slam shut.

There was literally nothing you could do, bound naked to the bed. And as if the situation wasn't already messed up enough, the way he left you there, helpless and alone, made the pleasure inside your belly grow exponentially. Thigh rubbing did absolutely nothing to alleviate the pain, and no matter how much you squirmed around, you couldn't do anything else other than keep edging yourself.

You had no idea how much time passed before he returned, but when he walked back into the room, you couldn't have been happier. "Henry-" you whined, looking up at him. "What happened?"

"Nothing sorry" he shook his head. He looked terrified, afraid that you would hate him forever. "I'm sorry, I- heard my phone ring and I-"

It was the worst lie in all creation, but you didn't mind one bit. You weren't mad at all.

"That's ok" you smiled, "You could have told me, but it's fine"

"You're not mad?"

"I'm not" you said, "It comes with allowing some to tie you up, I guess"

"Oh shut up" he blushed, leaning over your body to finally undo the knot. "I'm sorry, but I gotta go now, I really have something to do"

"Yeah, sure, thank you so much, again" you sincerely said, rubbing your shoulders and enjoying the feeling of blood freely coursing through your arms again as you followed him to the door. 

Before hugging him goodbye, you clasped your bra back on, and then moved behind the door so no prying eyes of any neighbour that might pass by could land on you. 

"Wanna come over later?" Henry asked as he walked out of your apartment, "Grab a beer or something?"

"Yeah, sure" you smiled, butterflies in your stomach as you so wanted to ask for another favour. "I-" you muttered before you stopped, shaking your head. "Nevermind"

"Everything ok?" Henry frowned, extending a hand to you. "Tell me"

"It's nothing"

"Come on"

"We'll talk later today, ok?" you asked, hoping you'd gather more confidence until then. He agreed and you went your separate ways. 

Oh and how grateful he was you did. Henry barged into his home, slamming the door shut and locking it in a haze. He stumbled to the bathroom, feeling intoxicated. It was as if the last time he actually managed to get a breath of fresh air was before you asked him to take your pictures. He felt suffocated and attacked. He had you naked in front of him, moaning and doing your best to look confident and seductive, yet he couldn't touch you. Couldn't place his greedy hands on that sweet body of yours, on the body he so often dreamed of ruining. 

Ever since you moved in, you consumed him. You plagued his dreams and whitened his nights. The sweet college girl that didn't know how to change a light-bulb, the one he dreamed of fucking until she cried, was displaying her body on the Internet for strangers to see. He was enraged and incredibly turned on.

About 5 minutes ago, he had stormed out of your room, running to the bathroom to release the fucking pain that tormented his cock. It took him about a couple of minutes of rubbing himself to finish, yet that wasn't enough. As soon as he was alone again, he hopped into the shower, placing himself right under the stream of ice cold water.

It steamed off of him. He was still under your spell, breathing heavily and cursing under his breath. "Holy shit, baby girl" he muttered into the empty bathroom, one hand against the marble wall in front of him. He bowed his head, the water pouring down his face as he thought of you, and the way you touched yourself in front of him. He remembered the smile on your lips when he returned to you, tied to the bed and eager to see him again. His cock fucking twitched at the thought. 

A few painful strokes later and he was cumming again, your name on his lips as his seed left his tip, wasting away down the drain. The shower was completely useless. He felt as filthy as ever.

Henry grabbed himself a beer and opened his laptop, unwilling to let you go. He wasn't an expert when it came to social media and about an hour passed until he gave up trying to find your account. You didn't want to be found and he respected that. Or…

As he scrolled through the apps on his phone, he remembered. 'bbdoggydoll28iwon, I use that password everywhere [...] no, I won't change it [...] I trust you won't hack my Instagram, Henry, shut up'

Oh, and hacked it, he did. He couldn't have cared less about your chats, but he 'ctrl+F'ed his way through all of them, until he stumbled upon a conversation with your best friend, where you discussed different possible names for your onlyfans account. He prayed with all his being, to all the deities he knew, that you hadn't changed and your mind and that you used the one you settled on with your friend. And when he checked the account and saw your cute, little smile in the profile picture, he almost orgasmed again.

Firstly, he tried to log in, but for this, you created another password. Henry didn't even think twice before making a fake email and typing in a random name, as he created himself an account. He pulled his credit card out, fingers sweating as he added in his credentials. And then there you were. 

He couldn't believe his eyes. A month's worth of content, right before his eyes. The last post, made 23 hours ago, was a selfie taken in the bathtub. Foam covered most of your body, but not your tits as you playfully blew bubbles around. "Oh fuck…" Henry groaned, palming himself through his underwear.

He took another sip of beer and scrolled further down. Every post alone was able to blow his mind, but when he came across a video of you getting yourself off, he thought he reached heaven.

Your legs spread apart as your fingers toyed around your clit in circular motions, your toes wiggling with pleasure, your tits, naked and bouncing and you softly rocked your body - he was done. He connected his headphones, willing to believe he could be the only one to hear your innocent whimpers and moans. His hand found his cock without him having to tear his eyes away from the screen. 

"I wish you were here-" you cried out in the video, and he lost it. "I wish you could stuff me, Daddy. I'm needy and alone… please-"

"Jesus Chris, y/n" he breathed, throwing his head back as he bucked his hips, thinking of how sweet your pussy would feel while being stretched to the extreme. 

"... I know you want to fuck me, Daddy…" 

"Course I do, baby girl" Henry grunted, completely sucked in and mesmerised by you.

"Pull my hair-" you whined, before moaning.

"I'd pull your hair until you cried, my baby." Henry moaned. 

"... I wanna be yours… I wish you owned me…"

And then he couldn't anymore. He drowned out all noises and his vision became a blur, another orgasm surging through his body as he thought of you. When he finished, he looked down. His cum had gotten everywhere, on his muscular thighs and on his shirt, but most of it was on his fingers. Normally, he'd wipe it in the blink of an eye, but not now. He stopped and contemplated for a while, imagining how it would feel to coat your lips with his seed. How he wished he could see your pretty face covered in his cum. 

His whole afternoon turned out to be a haze. He didn't eat anything, just downed a couple beers and watched everything you ever posted. Over and over again. It was already dark out by the time he stood up from his desk, discarding his headphones and plopping down on the bed, no care in the world as Sunday would soon roll around. 

He had no idea when he woke up. But he felt rested and desperate to find an excuse to see you again. Henry went and searched for his phone, his heart nearly stopping when he saw 5 texts from you and 3 missed calls. 

*one missed call*

'What about that beer?'

'Henry?'

'I'm bored… I'll watch a movie until you answer, you always leave your phone in the bathroom smh'

*2 missed calls*

'Oh lmao sorry'

'I just knocked on your door but you weren't there. You're probably out. Call me whenever you waaant 😘'

How could he forget?! He stood you up, and then still, you were so sweet to him. Deciding to give himself some time to properly wake up before reaching out, he stumbled to his computer. His intention was to check his emails, as he always did every morning, but this time, his screen lit up exactly where he left it the previous night, on your onlyfans page. 

He was ready to switch the tabs and go on with his day, when something caught his eye. A post, made at 3:42am. His blood boiled as he saw the picture, the thumbnail for your next video - you, bent over some strangers lap, a short school girl skirt hiked up your hips.

"Hi guys!!!! I have many surprises in store for the upcoming days!!! Thanks to a sweet friend of mine, I have some semi-professional pics for you, so you can take a break from my lame selfies 😂. Another thing for you guys to look forward to is a video that I almost didn't film because said friend wasn't available, buuuuuut someone else came through at the last second, and it's by far my most requested post ever. I love you guys, thank you for all your support!!!! Stay tuned. I'll go to sleep right now, edit it for you when I wake up, and post it by tomorrow night. Kisses!"

Needless to say, Henry saw red.

[swordgayist]

cultural appropriation in ATLA (hinduism edition)

i’m sure there’s already a ton of posts about this, but whatever, i’m still making one idc. 

ATLA’s cultural appropriation, everyone knows about it, the white people don’t speak about it, and the asian and indigenous people get ignored. we know the cycle. but i wanted to come here and highlight some of the most prominent examples of ATLA abusing hinduism, as i am kinda sorta hindu (i was raised in a hindu household, i go to chinmaya mission, that kinda shit). i might forget some things so keep that in mind.

this is gonna be divided into 3 main sections, since there are different ways that they disrespect hinduism that i don’t wanna lump together.

and i’d say i know a lot about hinduism but that doesn’t make me an expert, obviously, so if other hindus have anything to add and/or correct then please do !! and if anyone else wants to share how their cultures were appropriated then please do that as well !!

so let’s get started shall we?

appropriating hinduism

1) the avatar

we’ll start with the most obvious example: the avatar itself

i know that there are parts of the avatar mythos that are taken from other cultures as well but the idea of the avatar itself is primarily from hinduism.

basically in hinduism, the term dashavatara refers to the 10 reincarnations of lord vishnu (the god of preservation), with avatar(a) meaning form or incarnation in sanskrit, and das(a) meaning ten. it was said that whenever the world was out of balance, lord vishnu would come down to earth in a certain form to restore balance. Each reincarnation is considered a different life with a different story. the avatars of lord vishnu are often considered the saviors of the world.

so basically, the central idea of the show and the actual name of the show is largely based on hinduism.

2) chakras

many different indian religions have a concept of chakras (chakra meaning wheel or circle in sanskrit), but hinduism is the one that primarily preaches the system of seven chakras, the version used in ATLA.

chakras connect the physical body to the ‘subtle’ body (referring more to the spirit and the psyche) by connecting parts of the body to aspects of the mind. the idea is that through different forms of steady meditation you can manipulate the different chakras and allow the pure flow of energy through the body.

the whole idea of chakras on ATLA is that aang has to unblock them all to let the cosmic energy flow through him so that he can go into the avatar state at will. so yeah, pretty much that whole idea was taken from hinduism.

3) terminologies

these are just a few terms that were taken from hinduism. i’m pretty sure there are more that i can’t think of right now but yeah.

“agni” kai 

i’ll be honest i don’t know where the ‘kai’ part is from, i don’t think it’s from hinduism but if it is well fuck me i guess.  ‘agni’ in hinduism is the god of fire, so the creators used it in ‘agni kai’, the name for a firebending duel.

“bumi”

this is in reference to the hindu word for ‘earth’, which is bhoomi. this is also in reference to our goddess of earth, bhoomi devi. also this doesn’t really bother me but i wonder if the creators knew that bhoomi is a name typically used for women (as are most hindi names ending in ‘i’/‘ee’).

in general, concepts like having multiple complex gods (the spirits) who are capable of good and evil and the reincarnation cycle are prominent in a lot of asian cultures, including (and arguably primarily) hinduism.

mocking hinduism

now we get into the mockery of hinduism in ATLA, because it is very much there.

1) whoever the fuck that baboon guy in the spirit world was

now what the fuck was this.

i mean i wouldn’t say this is the most egregious example of them making fun of brown people but lord why did this even need to be there? this random guy from the spirit world has an indian accent ? and is fervently chanting ‘om’ for some reason, and it’s clearly meant to be seen as comical. also portraying brown people as monkeys....... really.

2) combustion man/sparky sparky boom man

when rewatching ATLA in 2019 i actually had no idea that this was a thing, because the last time i had watched it was as a kid and i didn’t finish it.

so lord was i in for a surprise when i saw...

now... now what.

if you didn’t know, combustion man’s ‘third eye’ is designed to replicate the hindu god of destruction, lord shiva. right down to the vibhuti on his forehead (referring to the three line markings around the third eye).

in hinduism, lord shiva’s third eye is used to reduce people to ashes, though as far as i can recall, not very frequently. the primary significance of the third eye is that it represents the ability of higher spiritual thought and higher consciousness.

the ATLA writers take the ACTUAL significance of the third eye, throw it out the window, and then take its destructive abilities to make a super duper cool and dangerous new firebending technique.

and if that wasn’t bad enough, the actual person who uses this technique, and is meant to emulate a GOD who is PRAISED, is a scary, burly, half metal man who is a villain and an assassin. not to mention the design of his facial hair replicates that super duper scary “terrorist” depiction of brown people, particularly of muslims, that white people are so thoroughly terrified of for no reason. 

this is a parody of a god, and they portrayed him as this terrifying, maniacal fucking assassin who, along with p’li, the combustion bender from LOK, is constantly referred to as a “third-eyed freak”. i’ve made this analogy before and i’ll do it again, this is like making jesus into a hitman.

now onto my favorite example...

3) guru pathik

ah, this motherfucker.

i don’t really have any problems with him as a character, i mean hell, must’ve taken a fuck ton of patience to handle aang’s “why would choose cosmic energy over katara” bullshit.

but we all know it, we see it plain as day, don’t even try to deny it.

“guru” literally just means teacher or guide, so i don’t really know why pathik needed to be referred to as “guru” so distinctively from aang’s other teachers and guides, but that’s just extremely trivial compared to all the other issues with this character.

first of all what is this character design? what is he even wearing? if they’re trying to replicate the clothes of swamis and priests and stuff this is already wrong, realized people don’t dress like this. and why the fuck does he have an indian accent? and why was this indian accent done by a non indian (brian george)?

once again, the poor but extremely heavy indian accent is clearly meant to be mocking, if it wasn’t, they wouldn’t’ve gone out of their way to get a non indian person to DO an indian accent, and instead they would’ve just gotten an actual indian person to play the role. 

and oh yeah, the onion and banana juice. because hindus just eat weird shit right.

whether it’s actually weird or not, the show certainly portrays it as weird. and as far as i know no hindu actually fucking drinks onion and banana juice.

ironic because brown people can absolutely destroy white people in cooking. but i digress.

i know what you’re all waiting for. because the guru apparently didn’t have enough fun with guru pathik, so they just had to come back to him in book 3:

where do i begin.

so this is obviously john o’bryan’s super funny and hilarious depiction of pathik as a hindu god.

usually when a god has multiple arms it’s to carry an array of things, from flowers to weapons to instruments, and one hand is typically free to bless devotees (ie. goddess durga and lord vishnu respectively):

but of course white people see this as weird and so they make fun of it, hence guru pathik having multiple arms just flailing about aimlessly (save for the two that are being used to carry the aforementioned onion and banana juice).

then there’s the whole light behind pathik’s head which is usually depicted in drawings of hindu gods to show that they are celestial.

also what the fuck is he holding? is that supposed to be a veena? because this is what a veena looks like:

and i assume the reason this was added was to mock the design of goddess saraswathi, who carries a veena:

but that right there in the picture of pathik looks more like a tambura than a veena. 

and it also just kinda looks like a banjo?

but i guess the animators just searched up “long indian instrument” and slapped it on there. actually no, that’s giving them too much credit, they probably didn’t search it up at all. 

and then the actual scene is pathik singing crazily about chakras tasting good or something while playing the non-veena and it’s all supposed to be some funky crazy hallucination that aang is having due to sleep deprivation. just some crazy dream, just as crazy as talking appa and momo sparring with swords or tree-ozai coming to life.

our gurus and swamis and sadhus and generally realized people are very respected in hinduism, they’re people we look up to and honor very much. and our GODS are beings that we literally worship. and the writers just take both and make caricatures out of them for other white people to laugh at.

4) other shit

before we move to the next portion i just wanna mention there are also smaller backhanded jabs that i can’t really remember now, but one example was when zuko was all “we’ll be sure to remember that, guru goody goody”. or when a character would meditate and say “om” only when the meditation is supposed to be portrayed as comical or pointless. or in bitter work when sokka was rambling on about karma. small things like that. but moving on.

south asian representation, or lack thereof

now i finally get to the “losing” hinduism part. by this i mean the lack of actual representation there is of south asians (the region where hinduism is primarily practiced) despite the fact that hinduism plays such a big role in the show’s world design.

i think it’s safe to say that broadly the main cast consists of aang, katara, sokka, zuko, toph, azula, iroh, mai, ty lee, and suki. 

a grand total of none of these characters are south asian. the writers don’t even attempt to add any south asian main characters. 

there are characters with dark skin, like haru and jet, but a) they’re not confirmed to be south asian and don’t have any south asian features or south asian names, b) they’re side characters, so they don’t count as representation, and c) even if they were south asian and main characters, jet wouldn’t even count because he’s portrayed as a terrorist.

the ONLY truly south asian character we get is fucking guru pathik. so yeah. not representation.

i don’t get how the creators of this show rip off of hinduism (among many other south asian cultures they rip off of), mock indians, and then don’t even have the decency to HAVE a main character who is south asian.

i’ve never gotten a chance to compile all this, and this definitely isn’t all the creators have done, but i hope this was somewhat informative.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Hello! This is a funny yet cute thought that came to mind but can I request head cannons of the Brothers and Nowdateables reacting to an Mc that was actually pregnant throughout the program?

She wasn’t showing at first but as the months go by, her stomach is larger as well as her noticeably odd cravings and waddle. So when asked who the dad is or if it happened through the program, she’s like “I was already pregnant and there is no father, I’m inseminated. I’ve always wanted to be a Mom.”

As her stomach shows, she doesn’t mind letting the boys touch her stomach and feel the kicks, attend baby checkups with her, etc. Until God forbid being with her when her water breaks and she goes into labor during RAD or at one of Diavolo’s parties. It’s up to you if you want this to be romantic (For the Brothers + Datables w/o Luke to see the baby as their own child) or platonic for all of them and be protective uncles + Brother to the child.

I debated not doing this one. Not because I didn’t like it, but because I was nervous about all the Obey me baby requests I’m probably gonna get now. LOLOLOLOL XD

Obey me Boys + Pregnant!MC

Lucifer

Disappointed in himself for not knowing about this before hand. It should have been in your file, but he also should have done his due diligence in vetting you.

Once he’s made aware, he takes great care to make sure you’re taken care of.

No highly strenuous activities. No stress. Well balanced meals and soft surroundings.

Schedules and goes to all your doctor’s appointments with you. Takes notes.

Has a trust set up for you & the baby to make sure you’re taken care of for the rest of your lives

Nervous about holding the baby at first, after it’s born, but gets used to it.

Mammon

Shocked when you first tell him, and scared

He’s “Baka-mon” after all. He doesn’t want to accidently hurt you or the baby.

Works really hard to be better for the both of you. No more yelling. No more gambling or late nights. He does all his work on time and some of yours too.

Loves to rest his head on your stomach and feel the baby move.

100% the one that gets the an expensive crib, designer clothes, and a Waterford crystal bear for the baby when it’s born.

Wants the baby to call him “Uncle Mammon” when they can talk. If not Dad

Levi

Nervous. What’s he gonna do with a baby?? Or a pregnant MC???

Tries to stay away from you as much as possible. Something he feels bad about, but he’s just scared of doing something wrong.

Also, not gonna lie, he’s a little jealous that you’re having someone else’s baby. Even if it is from a donor. (avatar of envy ladies and gentleman)

Reads a lot of Slice of Life family manga to be more prepared and in tune with this new ‘family friendly’ genre he’s found himself in

Puts his headphones on your stomach and plays music for the baby, because he read that they can hear it

Nicknames the baby ‘chibi-chan’ after they are born, because they are so small

Satan

Not sure why you were keeping it a secret, or agreed to come to the Devildom if you were pregnant, but handles the news rather well.

Immediately looks into every book on the subject. ‘What to Expect When You’re Expecting’, pregnancy health books, child rearing.

He wants to be informed so he can help you with this process

Makes all your favorites when he’s on kitchen duty. Takes over your days so you can rest more

Incredibly impressed with how well your managing being pregnant, school, and well.....them all at the same time.

Buys every children's book he comes across for the baby when he sees them. They’ll have a library as big as his by the time they can read.

Asmo

Actually really loves babies. They are the product of love, which he is all for. And they’re so cuuuuute!

Immediately offers to take you maternity clothes shopping. Every time you need new clothes.

Decorates your room and the nursery for the baby so it’s a warm, inviting space for the both of you.

Always ready to pamper or give the expecting mother a spa day when she needs it

Desperately tries to have their first word be “Asmo”

Beel

He’s very happy for you. If this is what you want, and you’re following your dream, he’s happy for you and to help wherever he can

King of the weird food craving brigade. He’ll bring you whatever you want, any time you want. He’s probably hungry too anyway

Extremely protective of you. He was already, but now that he knows you have a defenseless life in your body he’ll do anything to keep you safe.

Often decides that walking is too strenuous for you, and carries you around school or House of Lamentation

Best baby sitter. I voted. No take backs.

Belphie

Not the biggest fan of the news.

Babies are loud, and need a lot of attention. And he’s the baby of the family so there can’t be two of them

Tries to be supportive, but it is a struggle for him. I mean...there’s nothing he can do so might as well get on board.

Gives you one of his old blankets to have as the baby blanket. It’s very sentimental

When the baby is born, his attitude changes. He’ll murder anyone who gets too close to the baby or even look at them too long. He’s like one of those cats that curl up with newborns and swat at anyone that gets too close while they are sleeping.

Solomon

Surprised to hear that you are pregnant, but wishes you well all the same

He’s not exactly thrilled you’re having another man’s baby. But you made the decision before you met, so what’s done is done.

Mixes you up a lot of morning sickness relief and joint pain potions to help with your pregnancy

Creates an ever lasting, floating mobile of stars for the baby’s room. Along with protection spells out the wazoo

Decides he will make the baby his new apprentice in magic. When they’re older.

Simeon

Elated to hear the good news!

A new precious life in the world. What could be better than that?

Always ready to help with anything you need. Shopping, cooking, helping to relax, or even just to talk, he’s there

First to buy the baby there own Baby Book, to record all it’s precious first moments and photographs

Petitions on high to be the child’s official Guardian Angel

Luke

He obviously has no experience with this, so he’s interested in where babies come from

Also eager to help. He’s always been the youngest angel, so he’s never had the opportunity to help care for someone else. He really likes the idea of being a ‘big brother’ figure.

Asks a lot of questions. Like....a lot of questions.

Bakes a lot of sweets for you so you can be happy and make sure you’re eating properly

FINALLY! He’s not the smallest anymore!!

Diavolo

Thinks it’s wonderful!

Children are the future. Plus, he is fascinated by human breeding. (not in a creepy way just as a general interest in all things human)

Loves seeing your body grow and change throughout your pregnancy. Is always eager to touch your stomach

Anything you need is yours. Diavolo personally sees to it

Calls your child his little ‘prince or princess’. No matter if you’re romantically involved or not.

Barbatos

Given that he can see the future, he knew that you were pregnant before you told anyone

Puts you on a strict regiment of healthy foods & diet once, you’ve announced it, to make sure you’re getting proper nutrition

Also sneaks in some sweets now & then. He’s a demon, not a monster.

Handles everything from setting doctors appointments to getting the nursery organized for the baby’s arrival

His life’s mission is to make sure you and the baby are cared for. Next to his prince, you two are his top priority now.

[bouncybrain]

Something’s Fishy at Fazbear’s

OKAY

AU TIME. DON’T HAVE A NAME FOR IT.

I’ve only got design concepts for Sun and Moon (separate, here) but my brain took the general concept and ran with it, so [Mario voice] heRE WE GO!

(it’s gonna get long, so to save your dash I’ll slice it with a read more somewhere)

Fazbear’s is no longer a mega pizza-party chain. The company is more education than entertainment, though with their focus on children’s education that means children’s entertainment isn’t far behind. Instead Fazbear’s is one of those huge interactive museums or whatever they’re actually called. Discovery centers? Something like that. Anyway, it all started out small like with traveling displays n whatever, but eventually got big enough for permanent establishments. This AU and the ideas I have for it are primarily for the Security Breach time but other game-times do exist I just haven’t thought about them.

Animatronics play a big part in Fazbear’s reach and popularity, obviously, because of how sophisticated and advanced they are compared to the opposition; these animatronics have also always been part of the displays in varying sorts of ways. Originally they were just there as set dressing, but in present they’ve been expanded to roaming designated and themed zones. Freddy, Chica, Foxy, and Bonnie were the original animatronics, all designated to run a sort of “ecosystem” and “circle of life” display. Over the years they’ve been separated into their own zones. In present times there have been various additions in various different Fazbear Exploration Centers (everyone’s in this AU, just make a location for the game and there they are!) but the original four have always been present in the most central and profitable of the lot. I’ve got a few ideas on designs and functions and such, but I’ll save that for a potential later, if it comes to that.

Freddy, mascot and most popular animatronic character, is primarily deployed in a deciduous forest sort of zone; his primary topics are, of course, deciduous forests and their ecosystems. This means he knows just... so fucking much about the flora and fauna typically found in such ecosystems. Usually only a couple months behind research if Fazbear’s is having a good year. Capable of covering in other ecosystem zones.

Chica primarily deals with... well, no ecosystems at all. While initially she was part of Freddy’s zone, she’s been modified to instead fit with a food processing sort of area. From farm to grocery store shelves, Chica knows it all! Want to know what cows make chocolate milk? She’s got you covered! Everything and anything about food, she knows (most of) it! Except she can’t cook; she only covers the raw foods, since she’s working with kids who don’t normally need to know how to cook.

Monty works in one of the most popular zones: DINOSAURS. Him and his zone are some of the newest additions to the FEC line-up, primarily to teach kids about evolution and how that changed dinosaurs over the many, many years (and how gators like him are so GENETICALLY SUPERIOR that they’ve remained relatively unchanged). Has real bones in his zone, the bone zone, if you will.

Roxy gets... an industrial zone. Cars and robotics and factories are all under her jurisdiction; these attractions are heavily sanitized for children, as well as being heavily Fazbear-focused for obvious reasons. Her zone has lots of fake machines and displays of machines the kids can’t reach. All the kids can get at are relatively simple machines with a heavy emphasis on “harmless” interactables. There is an RC racing track! She’s very protective of it.

DJ Music Man is here, and he’s ready to party! This guy covers music and music history. Because real instruments are too delicate to leave out for hundreds of children to touch every day, there’s a lot of cheap plastic instruments for sale in his zone. It also goes into the general science behind sound and the art of music. He’s still a spidery guy because the zone looks like a concert hall and I’m not going to take that from him. (But he’s a little smaller. A little more interactable.)

Sun and Moon finally get their turn since they’re the ones that started all of this! There’s really no point to a daycare area in a place like the FEC, so they’re instead a zone split in two all about the ocean and oceanic life! This zone is more like an aquarium than anything, with Sun and Moon capable of speaking over loudspeakers outside their tanks to teach everyone about the fish they live with. The other half of the zone is less... alive and more full of plush toys and other soft things. Their zone really is more relaxing than any of the others, which means they get a lot of tired parents and kids and more-or-less it’s a sort-of daycare. The lighting is also split half-and-half in this zone. Aside from Monty’s mood-lit bone zone dinosaur zone, Moon’s half (deep-sea half) is the darkest place in the building.

THIS BRINGS ME TO THE GAME PLOT

Security Breach can still very much happen: children go missing from the FECs, they try and cover it up, past games go here. Freddy and Gregory go on a mission to GET OUT and run into Freddy’s friends being a little sus on the way. Really the major difference is just the Daycare section obviously can’t happen the same; I didn’t think about this much but Sun and Moon could very easily have access to all the cameras in the building and can broadcast information over an internal network to the other animatronics in the building, which means Gregory has a harder time hiding from the others. The Daycare section can be replaced with idk Gregory turning off the WiFi or something.

Or, since this is an AU, we can do one of my favorite things and pick and choose from the canon plot and instead apply those little bits into

Our Own Plot

By which I mean can you imagine a soaking wet fish-robot with a head that kinda looks like a sun flopping around on the floor throwing a fit because his zone wasn’t cleaned up properly and now he has to do it ALL HIMSELF while his counterpart is actually cleaning? Maybe a plot where the isolated and lonely Sun and Moon get upgrades so they can do the legs AND a tail thing and can meet the others. Or maybe it’s just a blissful tank life for the two of them and everyone’s happy and no child kidnappings and murders ever happened.

Idk if anyone’s gonna do anything with this just info dump of an idea, but if you do

Please show me! My asks (anon enabled) and submissions are open, and you can absolutely tag me!