#Roxy's Race Way

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Foxy Crew: Concept Poster- Roxy Raceway

I eventually want to draw this out in the art style of the other posters in-game for Security Breach, I've got the idea down at least.

One of Bangle and Bitty's roles, aside from being Foxy's crewmates and right and left hand foxes are to help the other animatronics at their locations when if the animatronic is getting overwhelmed by patrons.

Bangle and Bitty will get sent in-between show times and help lighten the load for them.

This happens with Roxy the most, as one of her big draw in's for the race track is the patrons being able to race her personally. As a side effect, she has the least amount of time to scope her whole area.

Since Bangle and Bitty are also the easiest animatronics to change the outfits on- they have custom uniforms per area. Racing jackets, jazzercise leotards, golfing attire, even space cadet jumpsuits for fazerblast. These serve two purposes- a) to keep Bangle and Bitty from standing out TOO much in an attraction and b) beta test any potential clothes merchandise for the pizzaplex.

COMMISSIONS OPEN

(I also now have a Kofi!)

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Assorted Sketchbook Stuff!

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What if we were mascots ... chatting at the ice cream bar.. and we were girls.. ik.. unless... 🤯

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Reading Roxy and Meenah as doppelgangers: a digression on manifestation theory

A brief introduction to manifestation

Manifestation theory sounds scary - the idea that the appearance of trolls and other fantastical creatures might double as insight into the psychological goings-on of our human protagonists is not one that necessarily comes intuitively to all readers. But as blogger azdoine succinctly put it: it's basically "just symbolism". Characters in a story symbolise something, and, understanding that Homestuck is chiefly about its human protagonists, it's logical to presume that the non-human elements symbolise things that are relevant to the protagonists' human experience.

mmmmalo has written at length about what he identifies as the signs linking Meenah to Roxy's inner psychodrama - the things that make Meenah an "esoteric mirror" or "doppelganger" of Roxy. For comprehensiveness' sake, I'm going to outline from scratch what I have identified to be the key signs, and to that end this post is going to discuss the topics of reproduction, reproductive coersion and miscarried pregnancy (with text-pertinent allusions to grooming and incestuous abuse).

One big happy family

Looks like a little girl's room. This all strikes you as a bit odd.

Hussie suggests only briefly in commentary that the young Roxy's (β) upbringing was at the hands of "a younger grandpa Harley" (Book 2, p. 106), but we needn't take their word for it; the scenery here speaks for itself. Roxy grew up in a dark green basement, trained from childhood to become an agent of Harley's goals, just as Damara (β) - and then by succession Meenah (β) - would be trained as English's agents. So, by analogy, Grandpa Harley is Lord English.

This is another point mmmmalo has (in)famously already made, but regardless of your thoughts on the particulars of that specific reading, the key clues pointing to English as a manifestation of the "Grandpa" character are still plain to see. When John says "the worst case scenario" would be "[facing] our grandfatherly paradox-dad as a last boss", he's explicitly referring to he and Jade's family patriarch, but he's also implicitly foreshadowing Lord English - a character who, in the maturity of 2024, we should now all be able to recognise is in one way everyone's grandfatherly paradox-dad. He represents the same upper echelon of paternalistic power on a cosmic scale that Jake (β) represents on a familial level.

Moving this along towards my point: essentially all of Acts 1-4's adult characters form part of this elaborate Nuclear Family Roleplay - a pantomime of the 'Suburban' setting Homestuck is founded upon. In the same way Jake being known as simply "Grandpa" symbolises his arch-patriarchal position, the reason Roxy is known only as MOM for the first five acts of the comic is because this is the archetypal, impersonal role she has been reduced down into. Her relationship with the character named DAD is a direct invocation of this - the two are essentially playing house, living out the gendered roles that have societally/cosmically been laid out for them. The comic's exposition coyly brushes over this, but a deeper look at Alternian culture gives us a much clearer vision of why 'MOM and DAD' make such an iconic matespritship: on Alternia there ARE no real family units, only procreation, and therefore matespritship is understood by the planet's inhabitants as a mere expression of "mating fondness". MOM and DAD make such a cute couple because they are exactly what their assigned titles depict them as - a breeding pair.

This is basically the crux of Roxy's arc right up to the very end of the comic; though Roxy's (Α) post-apocalyptic anxieties about the extinction of the human race bring these thoughts to the forefront, her struggle within the patriarchal structures of the household / society / reality itself has always been that she is only valued as a MOM - as a breeding machine.

The problem therein is that Roxy is seemingly incapable of having children.

The grieving mother

Within Sburb's scheme of universal childbirth, a "void session" is one that simply doesn't have the eggs required to bear fruit. So it's immediately easy to see why the Hero of Void would have similar trouble bringing a pregnancy to term. But certainly not for lack of trying!

Sorry, Jaspers [...] your final resting place is already a mockery. You should have decomposed years ago under a bed of petunias like a normal cat. Not given to a taxidermist and fitted with a tiny, custom-tailored suit, and then stuffed in a coffin built for infants.

When Rose was still very young, Jaspers was found dead. Roxy took the death of her CAT so hard that Rose found it difficult to take her grief seriously, interpreting the cat's elaborate mausoleum as a "structure erected with a spirit of scornful IRONY in response to [a] youthfully innocent request to hold a funeral for the animal." But more than any other, Rose and Roxy's relationship is one defined by miscommunication, and this assessment of Roxy's grief doesn't even seem to hold up to Rose's own recollection of events: later, we hear that the funeral service was something Roxy "insisted upon".

And thus begins probably Homestuck's most clear-cut example of a character's arc stretching across multiple iterations, because from this point - parallel to her neverending quest to settle down with a nice hubby and start a family - Roxy (both β and Α) becomes fixated on bringing back her baby - I mean CAT - only to produce failed mutant after failed mutant. These freaks of nature are not Jaspers, and by the laws of time travel dictating the lives of Paradox Clones they can never be Jaspers. The younger Roxy's first few attempts are literally stillborn; while she's eventually able to create what she calls "healthy felines", she still keeps those monsters locked in the basement they came from, for fear of upsetting her real CAT.

Even as over the course of her Sburb quest and her interactions with the new arrivals from the other session Roxy is seemingly able to address and even overcome some of this obsessive gnostalgia for the things she's lost, her apparent inability to bring to term resurfaces when she's made the reproductive object of another grieving mother.

The lamenting queen (or: the other mother)

Her Imperious Condescension is not so immediately recognisable as part of the family pantomime because the troll social structure doesn't use the same terminology we're familiar with, but she's always been there; just as Lord English is grandfather of grandfathers, Meenah is the family tree's literal grandmatriarch of grandmatriarchs, placed upon the Earth in the guise of Betty Crocker - archetypal nurturing housewife - so that her children's children might seed the events architected by her master. This kind of familial roleplay is exactly how English and Meenah's story is passed down to her descendants; Jake recalls that "the witch used to be married to a terrible man named english." Dirk is insistent, though, that this is a masking of the truth, and that English was only ever "her superior". And while it's true that we can't say for sure a young Meenah (β) slept in the same bed Damara grew up in, the fact that Meenah was only formally recruited after Damara's death should not be mistaken for suggesting that Meenah was not one of English's many daughters. She was "the Lo+rd's slave all alo+ng", even if implicitly.

ARANEA: Once she claimed the throne, she would have to serve for many thousands of years, until the next successor was ready.

For all the differences between Meenah and Roxy's cultures, slavery in the form of motherhood has always been the expectation of the female fuchsia caste, right from the very beginning of Meenah's arc - not as the empress of Alternia, but on Beforus, where the hemospectrum is reframed in far more familial terms:

ARANEA: The jo8 of each 8lood caste was to serve the needs of all those 8elow it. ARANEA: We were to use our progressively greater longevity and wisdom to help the lower castes learn and grow. To listen to them and try to provide whatever they were missing. Like a hierarchy of caretakers with increasing social responsi8ility.

Crucially, this is where Meenah and Roxy appear most to act as reflections but not carbon copies of each other; because where Roxy constantly strives to contort herself into this motherly, wifely role, Meenah perpetually runs from it. Saddled with the "incredi8le responsi8ility" of sitting atop Beforus' structure of care, Meenah "viewed the empress as a glorified slave" and fled to the moon, and even forced into ascendancy on Alternia she finds implicit ways to be absent from her children, spending her life flying further and further away from the planet where they're born and taking every opportunity to hand off any real political authority to clown rappers (a tendency reflected in her human heirs - the company is always passed on to the son and never the daughter).

But when Meenah finally returns home to find her children suddenly massacred by a galactic apocalypse, her arc begins to pull into line with Roxy's in earnest.

A fluffy twitching prison

TT: The rumors say it was her own "pet" who killed them.

From the moment of her dramatic introduction, Meenah's tragedy is that though she can extend life indefinitely, she cannot have back what she's lost, and this continues to be true as she attempts to resurrect her children on a new planet; attempt after attempt, her babies all die. Despite Gl'bgolyb's explicit death in the meteoric holocaust which claimed the rest of her family, the creature has inexplicably returned on the trolls' prospective new homeworld with the apparent sole purpose of making sure Meenah can't carry to term. We're left to our own devices to figure out just what's going on here.

Act 6 of Homestuck introduces Watchmen to its repertoire of intertexts through Jane's poster of cobalt beefcake MANHATTAN. Watchmen's Dr. Manhattan is an omnipotent world-shaping being who flees the responsibilities of Earth to settle on the planet Mars, iconically rendered in beautiful rosy hues by colourist John Higgins - when we hear the story of Meenah's refusal to the call of being Beforus' own god-empress, it's against the backdrop of a photograph of Mars literally hue-shifted pink (see fourth image), and images of Meenah's ship flying over a settlement on the red planet are included among the products advertised by Crockercorp. Far more explicitly, though: Watchmen originated the idea of using the screams of a psychic alien squid as political leverage, and that's why Gl'bgolyb has to be here for this part.

Alongside commenting on the political landscape of the 80s and the fascist undertones of the superhuman archetypes found in comic books, Watchmen pays particular attention to these characters' sexual eccentricities, and particularly their hangups with women. It stands to reason that of the latter closet homosexual Ozymandias' are the most severe, but they also become the most explicit: the artificial 'horrorterror' he uses to usher in his new world order is his fear of the female body made manifest. With its single clitoral eye and sphinctered mouth, the creature is unmistakeably yonic, and included in the horrific psychic imagery it broadcasts to instill fear into the Earth's population are nightmarish images of juvenile aliens chewing their way out of their mother's womb - the very same image trolls use to describe their disgust at human reproduction in The Homestuck Epilogues. Meenah's relationship to Gl'gboylb should be thought of the exact same way; one of the rare insights we receive into the adult Meenah's psyche is that she finds the process of giving birth "revolting", and it's for this reason she insists that humans procreate only through impersonal cloning. Gl'bgolyb reappears as Meenah's own manifestation: alienated from her own lusus after spending centuries literally running away from it, and traumatised by repeated miscarried attempts at reviving her race, she sees her own reproductive organs as nothing more than a hideous, baby-killing monster. It's no coincidence that when we see our single glimpse of the enigmatic emissary to the horrorterrors on Earth, it's with its tendrils wrapped around the throat of a symbolic depiction of the Genesis Frog (see above image) - the baby that grows in the womb of Skaia.

Breaking the cycle

By Act 6, the matriorb has already long been associated with failed and aborted pregnancies, having been rescued from the first mother it killed and taken into the care of Kanaya, who is then blasted through the abdomen just as it's destroyed, symbolically miscarrying through physical trauma. So when Roxy is tasked with finally bringing a dead baby back to life, it's a coalescence of multiple disparate threads.

(p. 6463)

Meenah unwittingly - or perhaps uncaringly - perpetuates a patriarchal cycle which has been repeating for eternity by selecting a younger, more fertile doppelganger to take over the role of mother, and locks Roxy in a dungeon with the intention of making her have the baby in her place. But, cycles being cycles and doppelgangers being doppelgangers, the same problem arises. Roxy can only create mutants.

When Roxy does ultimately overcome this, ending the comic with the culmination of this long, meandering motherhood arc, superficially it's because of time spent blitzing her Void chakras in the space outside of reality, and with the help of Calliope as a Muse. But in the time Roxy spends in the white nothingness, she's crucially able to take steps to end her own obsession with reviving the past - not just by burying a version of her own mother, who she spent so much time hoping to resurrect in sprite form, but also in sharing a tearful reunion with the literal ghost of her dead CAT. As with so much of Homestuck, the key to ending the suffering is breaking the self-perpetuating cycle that causes it; made literal, in this case, by Roxy's slaying of her dark mirror image using a sword known for splitting vinyl records - symbolically, for breaking the ever-turning circle of time. And in passing the matriorb off to Kanaya rather than letting Meenah have control of it, Roxy never actually brings this baby to term herself, either - at the end of the day, the minutiae of biology aren't really what motherhood is about:

ROXY: the way i see it is you shouldnt have needed to worry about makin the thing ROXY: i think it will be challenging enough like... ROXY: hatching it?? ROXY: and tending to all the stuff that comes next ROXY: isnt that basically being responsible for the preservation of an entire race of people?

Physically overcoming her demonic doppelganger isn't the end-all of Roxy's struggle with gendered expectation, either. Roxy's complicated relationship with their sex and their motherhood, introduced to us only indirectly through the relationship between Meenah and Gl'bgolyb, becomes central to their understanding and exploration of their own gender identity as they grow into adulthood. Anxieties about the inherent femininity of a childbearing body - the glorified slavery that is seemingly inherent to the cosmically-assigned role of the mother - give way to an understanding of the human body as "something altogether different [...] A flesh machine" with "a specific, practical purpose."

But I digress

The threads running between Roxy and Meenah exist along the types of lines most Homestuck readers will already be familiar with in some form. When two characters share a class, or an aspect, we expect that traits from one character can be used to analyse and further our understanding of the other. Manifestation theory simply asks that we look for even more subtle and non-literal connections between characters than these - a process which Andrew Hussie themself has identified in authorial commentary as part of what they call "persona alchemy". (Book 4, p. 151)

Roxy and Meenah's particular relationship, though, should also be thought of in terms of another phenomenon which is central to Homestuck's structure - escalation. Homestuck constantly reorders and transmutes the alchemical elements that compose one character into 'new' characters, but it also consistently stretches these fundamental concepts to their logical extremes. Just as a game that destroys planets works its way up to the destruction of universes, John striving to leave his house in Act 1 should be taken as the logical precursor to our heroes leaving reality itself in Act 7. The forces keeping these children in their houses - essentially the story's first ever antagonists - are their parents, and as we scale this story up to a cosmic level, we find that the cosmos is dictated by the same suburban family structures; by celestial GRANDPAs and MOMs, raising/grooming/training/neglecting entire worlds or even galactic empires at once.

By allowing us to meet not only the teen MOMs and BROs and NANNAs, but also the teen Lord Englishes and the teen Condesces, the scratch takes us in the opposite direction, reducing these faceless, larger-than-life figures into their smallest, weakest, most fundamentally human forms. And in some cases, as in Roxy's, this creates the opportunity for the child-form to confront and overcome the very darkest of their potential; by being the one to put Meenah down, Roxy not only liberates herself from her own expectations for what a mother has to be and do, but shatters the very cosmic image of MOM itself, breaking the mold that reality had set in stone for her entire sex - her entire caste.

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RUIN SPOILERS!!

i’m very attached to roxanne, and after the dlc i am very attached to cassie too! so here’s my thoughts on the both of them and why their relationship is just so unbelievably special to me

1. it’s implied that they both don’t really have any friends, as sad as it is. Roxanne says to Cassie in their conversation that she thinks that her friends will come to her party this time, which obviously means Cassie’s friends are either nonexistent or aren’t very nice. it’s also implied that Roxanne is disliked by the other children in the pizzaplex because of her desire to win and lack of empathy thus unawareness that children are upset by the idea of losing. so, the idea of them both becoming friends and acknowledging each-other is truly special if they have nobody else.

2. Roxanne’s desire to win on her race track is overridden by her kindness and feelings towards Cassie. in their conversation Roxanne remembers Cassie because she beat her twice on the track, which leads to Roxanne almost sounding proud despite being beaten which she usually expresses anger for. (I’ve been told this doesn’t mean what I think, Number 1 twice refers to Cassie’s birthday, but you can argue that it still shows something between them by the fact Roxanne is willing to say Cassie is Number 1, despite Roxanne constantly wanting to be Number 1.)

3. Cassie’s clear empathy towards Roxanne as her favourite - she pities and feels for Roxanne when she’s crying in the salon. despite seeing the horrid conditions that all the other animatronics are in, Roxanne as Cassie’s favourite is the only one she truly feels for.

4. Roxanne’s infatuation with herself does not inflict with her remembering details about Cassie. Roxy asking about and sharing Cassie’s love of carrot cake (and remembering her birthday) shows an attachment that Roxanne seems to have with no-one else, as thinking of herself does not conflict with thinking of Cassie.

5. in the cutouts of Cassie and Roxanne standing side by side, they’re mirrored. Cassie has similar makeup on to Roxy, and is holding her mirror the exact same way. Cassie wants to be exactly like Roxanne, to the point of copying her actions and being dolled up like her. these images of the two of them are simply to establish a connection between them, so it hurts a lot more when it comes down to de-activating Roxanne.

6. Roxanne, despite being so angered at the idea of not being pretty and being so damaged, has no hesitation in jumping to save Cassie despite possibly getting more damaged or even being completely broken because of it.

7. the line “it has been some time since i saw you last” can be interpreted as Roxanne had thought of Cassie since the last time she had been to the pizzaplex. it makes their reunion all that more heartbreaking because when Roxanne meets her again, it’s for Cassie to deactivate her.

8. Roxanne asking if Cassie had booked her party yet, is essentially Roxy asking if Cassie was going to come back and see her - Cassie, the only kid that Roxy is shown to have a connection with.

9. Cassie stroking Roxanne’s fingers before deactivating her, as if to give her the last comfort she’ll ever feel.

anyway that ends my rant. they’re just so special to me despite them having like 3 interactions. they are the true little sister/big sister animatronic and human pairing we needed. if I don’t get an ending where they’re sitting on the hill eating carrot cake, the developers are going to get a very strongly worded email.

(just to clarify months on from this post, the developers have received a very strongly worded email.)

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All In 7

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power imbalance, low self esteem, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: you meet a mysterious man on a night out with your sister. (petite!reader)

based on the winning option for this poll

Characters: casino owner!Bucky Barnes

Note: another week...

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When Bucky leaves, you feel less than relief. It’s easier to breathe without him around but your heart continues to race. You don’t move until you see him drive away. You steel yourself with the manufactured lie before you go back inside. 

As you do, you’re surprised to find Roxie beside your mom, both of them close to the front window. You sigh. Were they watching? You guess you can be thankful Bucky hadn’t done more than talk. 

Your mom faces you with a sheepish grin, “so... did you get it?” 

You look between her and your sister. Roxie has her phone in hand and an arch in her eyebrow, “I’d die for a boss like that.” 

“I...” you glance the screen before she can hide it. Oh. She had a picture of him pulled up on Google. So, they both know exactly who he is. 

“He must be really hands on if he came all the way down here to offer you a job,” Roxie tilts her head. 

“That’s the sign of a good boss,” your mom insists.  

“Really, I think his eyes were the kicker. So blue.” 

“Rox,” your mom nudges her. “A man like him, he’s got line ups, I’m sure. Besides, she’s too young for him.” 

“Well, I’m older,” Roxie smirks, “maybe she can get me a job too.” 

“Er, uh,” you wring your hands, “I should start dinner.” 

“You didn’t say if you go the job,” Roxie challenges. 

“Yeah,” you utter softly, “I got a job. Just cleaning.” 

“Hey, it’s better than nothing,” you mom assures as she comes to you. She puts her hands on your shoulders, “I’m so proud of you.” 

“Mom,” you try not to look pained as you return her smile, “it’s nothing. Really. A cleaner.” 

“We all gotta start somewhere.” 

“Yeah,” Roxie scoffs, “most of us a lot sooner.” 

“Oh, don’t be such a downer,” your mom lets you go to spin on your sister, “don’t rain on her parade.” 

“Whatever. I’d rather hand out flyers than clean toilets,” she rolls her eyes. 

You purse your lips and shy away. You feel worse that they believe you so easily and why wouldn’t they? No one would think that someone like you would merit such a preposterous offer from a man like Bucky. You still can’t really believe it. 

Maybe it’s just some twisted hallucination. You could wake up tomorrow and be just like you were before. You never thought you would long for that but now, being alone, being the loser, that feels safe. Being noticed, being someone, that’s terrifying. 

🃏

You take your time making dinner, a brief escape from reality. The distraction keeps you busy enough that your chest stops thrumming, yet your nerves are still spastic. You’re not very hungry once it’s done but you make yourself eat. 

Roxie heads off for work shortly after you gather up the dirty dishes and your mom goes to change into her pajamas. She startles you as you scour the pan you used to bake the chicken. You splash yourself and hiss. 

“Sorry, hon, I was just coming to check on you,” she leans against the counter, “you’re nervous, aren’t you?” 

You shrug, to fraught to answer. 

“You get restless, I can tell. You do everything just to keep from fidgeting,” she says, “it’s going to be okay. You’ll be just fine and you’ll see, it’ll be nice to have your own money.” 

“I know, mom,” you murmur, turning your face down to the sink, “it’s not that I don’t want to work, I just... I guess it’s the change that freaks me out.” 

“Change is good, even if it’s scary,” she says. “You’ll see.” 

“Mm,” you hum and try not to shatter, “I just want to help out.” 

“Hon, you worry about yourself. Please--” 

“No, I owe you.” 

“Owe me? I’m your mother. I just wish I could give you more,” she smiles and squeezes your arm. “If you’re not some busy working girl, we’ll celebrate on my day off.” 

“Sure,” you accept grimly. 

She leaves you and you’re silent as you finish up the dishes. You put them away and wipe the counters. When you finish, you shut off the lights. You say good night from the doorway and retreat into your room. Tomorrow. That’s all he said. That’s the only detail you go before he strolled off. 

You grab your phone and fall back on your bed. All you want is to lose yourself in a fic or a discussion board or even just scrolling mindlessly. You can’t. It’s like he’s taking over everything. There it is, that little icon you rarely see, a new message.  

You pull down the menu and stare at the preview. Two hours ago. You’re surprised he didn’t show up to check why you hadn’t answered. Again. You will at least need to send something before the night is over. 

‘Hey doll. I’ll send a car tomorrow morning at nine. Just bring yourself.’ 

You shudder and stare at the blue bubble around the text. Oof. Nine? That’s early for you. You suppose it’s about time you break that bad habit. 

‘Sorry. I was making dinner. Nine is good. Thank you.’ 

You hit send and put your phone down. You slide your laptop across the bed and open it up. You’ll watch something. That old BBC drama you found on the free streaming service has been pretty interesting, but you think you only have one episode left. That’s good, you can’t be up all night. 

Your phone buzzes. Shoot. Alright. You can do this. You have to get to it. You swipe up your phone again, surprised to find it’s still shaking.

Oh no. He’s calling! 

You panic and nearly hit decline before you manage to drag your thumb the other way. You put the phone to your ear, unable to muster even a squeak. What do you say? 

“Hey, doll,” Bucky’s voice drawls from the speaker, “hope I didn’t interrupt dinner.” 

“No, er, we’re done.” 

“Ah, and are you alone?” 

You frown, “yes?” 

“Good, good. Isn’t that sweet of you, cooking dinner for your family. That’s what I like about you. You take care of those you love.” 

You gulp. You don’t know what to say. 

“What was for dinner?” He asks as you hear a soft rustle. 

“Um, chicken and potatoes,” you answer bluntly. It’s an easy question. 

“You’re not busy or something?” He wonders. 

“Uh uh,” you shake your head even though he can’t see, “I’m just... in bed.” 

“Early night, huh?” He asks. 

“I guess, I was going to watch a show.” 

“Right, right,” he clicks his tongue as something taps followed by other indiscernible movements, “you in your pajamas? Bet those are cute?” 

“Not... yet,” you croak. 

“Mmm,” he purrs, “I just got out of the shower.” 

“You... did?” 

“Getting ready for tomorrow,” he explains, “gotta admit, I’m a bit impatient. You’ll see that about me, doll. When I want something, it’s hard to wait.” 

“Uh, oh...” you stutter out. 

“For you, I can,” he vows, “doll, do me a favour.” 

“A favour?” You echo thinly. 

“Mmm, yeah, I want you to get in your pajamas and send me a picture. Just to tide me over,” he coaxes. 

“A picture?” You open your eyes wide and gape at the wall. 

“Sure, just a taste. I wanna know what I should imagine next to me when I lay down.” 

“What?” You squeak, shocked by his insinuation. Imagining you?! 

“I can’t help myself. It’s lonely here.” 

“I...” you pick at your lower lip, “one sec. I... I gotta...” 

You put the phone on the bed and push yourself off the mattress. You trip on your own feet and hope he can’t hear you stumbling around. Your pajamas are kind of silly. You don’t really have any sexy ones. Maybe if he sees them, he’ll change his mind. 

The only matching pair you have have snoopy on the top and a large check bottom on the pants. You fish them out and change. It’s okay. He can’t see you at that moment. Still, it feels like he is watching you. Just as his presence has lurked around you all day. 

You go back to your phone and fumble around, “sorry, I... just... figuring out the camera.” 

You hear his timbre but can’t make out his words from the small speaker. You open the camera app and flip the camera. You move around, trying to take the pic, and lean the phone on the top of your dress. You angle it and mutter to yourself as you struggle to set the timer. 

You take several pictures before you’re not entirely discontent. You look awkward in all of them. The pants, like all your pants, are too long and gather around your feet. You don’t know how to pose either. Quite frankly, you look frightened in every single one. 

“Alright, I think...” you babble and find your way into the conversation and choose the least egregious frame. You hesitate and close your eyes as you push your thumb down on the arrow. 

You bring the phone back to your ear, “are you still there?” 

“Always, doll,” he assures and once more, the phone shifts around noisily. “Mm, Snoopy? I like it. More of a Woodstock myself but... Mm mm mm, you look good.” He pauses as you wriggle and your cheeks burn hotly. “Sexy.” 

“No,” you burst out without thinking. 

“No? You don’t think I’m telling the truth?” 

“I didn’t... say so, it’s... just pajamas,” you sniff, “sorry, I didn’t mean to argue.” 

“Doll, relax. Thing about you, you don’t even have to try.” 

You don’t reply. You have no idea what to say or even if you should believe him. You saw the picture, you look in the mirror every day, you know what you are. It still feels like some weird game. 

“Here, gimme a sec,” he says from his end. 

More rustling and the noise of a digital shutter. Your phone vibes shortly and you pull it away from your cheek. You squint at the screen as it lights up and an image buffers in the conversation. 

“Huh, uh, it’s not loading. My phone is--” you nearly swallow your tongue and gasp. 

Oh gosh. It’s a picture of him in almost nothing. Just a towel. His long hair is damp and pushed back and his dark beard contrasts his bright blue eyes as he aims the lens of his phone at himself in the mirror. His stomach is ridged with muscle, his chest trimmed with hair that trails down, and the towel hangs low, giving a generous hint of his pelvis. The vee above the fabric feels overly salacious. 

“Doll?” You hear the low tone of his voice and make yourself look away. You raise the phone again to your ear. “Everything okay? You got really quiet.” 

“I...” 

“You like what you see?” He asks coyly. 

You put your hand to your forehead, your flesh is fiery. It’s so much so fast. Just that morning, you’d convinced yourself you would never see or talk to him again. And now he’s sending you pictures like that and... flirting with you? 

“Yes,” you eke out then cover your mouth. He snickers and you clear your throat before you peel your hand away, “sorry, I mean... you’re... you... you must work out.” 

“Doll, you’re too adorable,” he says. 

You don’t say a word. You’re mortified. He knew you saw that. He knows you’ve seen him like that. He sent it! 

It’s all too much. You’re lightheaded. You rub your chin and shiver. 

“I should... sleep.” 

“Mm, me too,” he says, “hopefully I dream of you.” 

You giggle nervously, “really?” 

“Sure, doll. All I can do is dream. Until tomorrow,” he sighs, “and what about you? You gonna dream about me?” 

You squeak and stammer, “I... I... I...” 

He laughs again, “you really are so cute in those pajamas.” 

“Please,” you blurt out, “delete it.” 

“Now, why would I do that?” He challenges. 

“I don’t... know.” 

“I love it,” he insists, “you’re not deleting mine, are you?” 

“N-no, no, I’ll keep it.” 

“Hm, good,” he intones, “it’s all for you so don’t you go showing me off to all your friends.” 

It’s your turn to laugh. “Promise, I won’t.” If only he knew you don’t have any friends to show. 

[navybrat817]

The man spread. 🤤

(Also the face he's making....)

(Also, hi! ❤️)

Hi, lovely! You know I couldn't resist doing something for Titan and Starshine for you!

Photogenic

Pairing: College!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You love one of the photos Roxy took of Bucky, but he isn't having it.

Word Count: Over 1.5k

Warnings: Fluff, insecurities, kissing, established relationship, college love, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?)

A/N: Another small ficlet for Titan and Starshine.❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the lovely @saradika . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

If there was one thing your roommate took seriously, it was her photography. It wasn’t just Roxy’s major, but her way of expressing herself. So when she asked for your opinion on the photos she took of Bucky and Steve, you answered as honestly and diplomatically as possible. You selected the ones you thought captured the project’s essence in the best possible way. You also reminded her that you weren’t a photographer, so your word shouldn’t hold a lot of weight.

She disagreed.

“I still don’t get why you asked for help. I don’t have a keen eye the way you do and I can barely take a photo on my phone,” you said, having to look away from one of the images of Bucky that seemed to stare right at you.

Though it was just a picture, it was like he knew you downplayed yourself and was trying to figure out why. He loved reminding you on your off days that you were one of the brightest students on campus. The compliments usually sent a wave of heat through your body, especially because he stated them unprompted and meant every word.

Roxy playfully rolled her eyes. “You know you don’t have to be a photographer to have a good eye. I not only value your opinion as my roommate, but also as Bucky’s girlfriend. You even managed to stay impartial, so give yourself a pat on the back.”

A laugh bubbled up as you nodded in agreement. While you did stare more at Bucky’s photos than Steve’s, your heart racing with each one that Roxy laid out, you choose an even amount between the two. It was only fair.

“Thank you for asking. I’m glad I could help,” you said. It meant a lot that she wanted your opinion on the finalized product,

“Me, too. And I can’t believe you didn’t tell me to throw Steve’s photos in the garbage,” she joked, carefully looking over one of the images of him hitting a punching bag. “I’m impressed.”

“I wouldn’t do that to you. Besides, Steve’s just as photogenic as Bucky,” you pointed out as her eyebrows shot up. “Okay, almost as photogenic.”

Steve was admittedly one of the most gorgeous men on campus. The blonde haired, blue eyed Adonis with the kind yet almost reserved smile turned many heads. So did Bucky. Two men who looked like a couple of heartbreakers from a glance, but were far from it.

“The camera really does love them,” Roxy stated, chewing her bottom lip as she scanned the images again with a careful eye. After a moment, she smiled from ear-to-ear. “I am so getting an A.”

“Yeah, you are,” you agreed. And the fact that she had such a tough time choosing which images to share when she normally had no problem doing so showed just how many good ones she had at her disposal.

There was one shot of Bucky, however, that she had no problem removing from the film hanger and handing to you to keep for yourself.

He had his powerful thighs spread and wasn’t quite biting his lip, but there was something irresistibly sexy about the pose.

What were you thinking about, Titan?

“Not that I don’t love me some manspreading, because I do, that wasn’t exactly the look that I was going for,” she joked, snapping you out of your thoughts and making you smile so wide your cheeks ached. “What exactly did you say to get him to pose like that?”

“Me? I didn’t say anything,” you smiled, ignoring Roxy’s knowing look as you glanced through the rest of the photos once more. At least, you didn’t think you said anything.

She didn’t believe that for a second. “You act so innocent, yet weren’t you warming his cock when he-”

“Hey, weren’t there supposed to be some photos of Bucky and I together?” You casually cut her off as you pressed your thighs together, wishing your boyfriend was there at that moment.

When Bucky pulled you into his lap during the shoot, you tried to keep your hands to yourself. It didn’t stop the two of you from kissing when Roxy instructed you to. Not that you needed any additional prompting. Bucky had the most kissable lips you ever had the pleasure of feeling against your own.

Your roommate smirked a little. “Oh, I have those tucked away so I can give them to you together,” she said, nudging you toward the door when your phone went off. She must’ve spotted that “Titan” popped up on the screen. “Go. Thanks again. Make good choices. Don’t let him impregnate you, but let him give you all the orgasms you deserve. We’ll allow those.”

“You’re ridiculous in the best way,” you giggled, making sure you had your keys and the photo. While neither you nor Bucky were ready for a family, it didn’t embarrass you in the least that Roxy encouraged the physical side of your relationship with him.

“Don’t forget to show him that photo!”

“I won’t forget!” you promised, smiling as you left and read Bucky’s message.

“Waiting downstairs, Starshine.”

“Be right there,” you messaged back, a skip in your step as you went to greet him outside of your building.

You found yourself staring into the depth of Bucky’s steel eyes as he stood a few feet in front of the door. Tall, athletic, and somehow yours, he managed to stand out in his jeans and t-shirt. Or maybe he stood out to you because he was your guy.

“There she is,” he warmly smiled as you walked toward him.

Suddenly, you felt self-conscious about your casual outfit before you remembered there was no need. Bucky had seen you in the mornings without makeup and still called you beautiful. “Here I am,” you smiled.

He nodded toward your right hand. “What’s that?”

“One of the photos Roxy took. She has others to share with us later,” you answered, holding it up to show him. His eyes narrowed as he stared at it, but gave nothing else away to show if he liked it or not. “But she said I can keep this.”

He pushed a hand back through his hair before he tried to take it from your hand. “Burn it,” he ordered.

That wasn’t the reaction you expected and it made you giggle. “Burn it? I will do no such thing,” you said, moving backward as he advanced on you. “Why should I get rid of this?”

“Because it’s a terrible picture of me,” he huffed.

He’s adorable.

“Not to stroke your ego since you’re acting a little vain, but you’re extremely photogenic. I don’t think you can take a bad photo,” you told him, taking another step back. “I’m keeping this forever because it’s very alluring.”

“There are plenty of other photos you can keep,” he argued as you held the picture out of reach again. His nostrils flared and it took everything in you not to giggle again before he frowned. “Did you say I look alluring?”

Wait, does he really think he looks bad? He’s James Buchanan Barnes. A god among men.

“Bucky Barnes, my Titan, yes. You’re sexy and enticing and I never thought I’d see you worked up over a picture that isn't bad to begin with,” you teased, almost jumping when your back hit the building door. It gave him the perfect opportunity to box you in with his hands, a rush of heat going through your body as he brought his face close to yours. “Do you honestly think you look bad? Because you don’t. Not to me.”

He brought his hand over to cradle your cheek and leaned in until his forehead touched yours. “I just wanna look good for you,” he admitted in a small voice.

It was almost embarrassing how wide your eyes got, so used to his confidence that you forgot that he sometimes had off days, too. Your heart ached to see his self-assurance shake for even a moment and you wondered if it was how he felt when you spoke negatively about yourself. It put things in perspective when you thought of it like that.

“You do. You always look good. I’m more attracted to you every day. To your looks, your brain, and your heart. You’re incredible,” you assured him, in no hurry to move away from the door. “And just like you remind me of how incredible you think I am, I’ll do the same for you.”

“You think my brain is attractive?” He asked, his usual smile back on his face as you nodded. You knew that was how happy you looked when he chased any of your insecurities away. “I sounded crazy, didn’t I?”

“No, you didn't," you said, putting a hand over his. "You sounded human."

“Thank you for making me feel better,” he whispered, brushing his lips against yours as your heart pounded. “But I still think you should burn it.”

“Not a chance,” you smiled before his mouth covered yours.

Swept up in Bucky’s kiss, you both missed the fact that your TA was mere feet away, watching and wishing that it was him that you were kissing instead.

And if he has his way, you will.

Hmm. I wonder who the TA is. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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The Security Breach sillies!! Been meaning to post them for a while so here :) Headcanons under Keep Reading!

- The most advanced of all the generations, the animatronics use complex AI learning making them the most lifelike and sentient robots even outside of Fazbear entertainment. Each has unique personalities that can be moulded and changed by outside factors.

- The designs are made to capitalise on 80s nostalgia, taking inspirations from fashion of the time and utilising a vaporwave aesthetic. To hark back to previous generations, the animatronics are designed to look as though they have a face plate. The mechanical parts are also mostly hidden by complex joints to give them a more lifelike appearance.

- The Daycare Attendant is actually the most primitive in terms of technical ability and design. Fazbear Entertainment were able to find some of Henry and William’s scrapped designs, which were changed very little for the final product. Originally designed for the theatre, a last minute change meant that the animatronic would be used for the daycare. Although its ability to change its appearance is a marvel, it being based on design plans from the 70s means that they are prone to damages, needing almost constant maintenance. Even so, the Daycare Attendant is one of the most popular animatronics amongst customers.

- Glamrock Chica is the smallest animatronics of this generation. Fazbear Entertainment learnt very little since the early days, and once again programmed her to consume actual food. Like her 1st Gen counterpart, she is prone to having rotten food, maggots and cockroaches inside her. In this AU, she has the Valley Girl accent.

- Monty Gator is considered the strongest of all the animatronics. He is also one of the most aggressive. This is because he was originally programmed to be a ‘sore loser’ in Monty Golf, however a bug in the complex AI learning morphed this into excessive anger issues. He can easily knock down heavy displays and claw his way through gates. He was originally designed to be the mascot for the golfing area, however after the disappearance of Bonnie he was reprogrammed to become the new member of the band. His golfing motif still persists in his outfit.

- Roxanne Wolf’s outfit is inspired by racing gear, with her also acting as the mascot for the short lived hairdressing service. She is fully capable of cutting and styling her. In all their wisdom, Fazbear Entertainment programmed her to have anxiety and confidence issues to make her more relatable to teenagers. This has backfired massively, with Roxy’s AI learning exacerbating these qualities.

- Glamrock Freddy successfully won over fans after years of mixed opinions on the company’s mascot. With him being the mascot of Fazzer Blast, he has an alien motif in his outfit. Programmed to be best friends with Bonnie, the AI learning has developed this bond into something more. He misses him greatly.

- Glamrock Bonnie was laid back, playful and sassy. He was decommissioned by Monty. However, Monty was taken over by Vanessa’s programming, as a test to see if said programming worked. Monty has no recollection of this. Parts of Bonnie were used to reconstruct Afton

[justwhisperingfantasies]

Not your type [18+]

A/N: Another piece for @rubyvhs 500 celebration challenge 🎉 Prequel to daemonium amor

Warnings: Language, Drinking, Strip Club, Angst[ish], Use of smut words

Word Count: 666 [that was not planned and I couldn't do it again if I tried.]

Dean popped the collar of his leather jacket as he stepped into the dim lit club. His eyes found the stage, two poles on either side of a catwalk then one at the end of it. All of them were occupied, hot busty beauties sliding up and down them as pour some sugar on me blared through the speakers.

A pretty little topless dancer walked past him, giving him a once over. "Hey there handsome."

"Hey." He winked

 Strolling over to the bar he exchanged flirty smiles with every woman that crossed his path as he looked for the perfect one to help him let off some steam.  His eyes scanned the room as he waited for his whiskey, a new song, a new set of dancers on the stage. He looked past them, at the table in the back.

Her silky, black hair cascading over her shoulders. That white see-through dress, barley hiding her tits. Electricity pulsed through his veins as her eyes met his. He quickly looked away, nodding a thanks to the bartender, she sat his drink in front of him. He stole a glance, and his eyes followed as she led a guy to the back.

He sat there nursing his drink, trying to distract himself with the girls on the stage, her empty booth stealing his attention.

"Hey baby." A blonde with nothing but an American flag print thong on approached him. "You want a dance?"

He gave her a once over, "Not right now darlin'" her lips fell to a pout. "Maybe later." he winked.

She smiled. "I'll be around." She swayed her hips playfully as she walked away.

'Finally,' he thought when he saw her walk back out, he bit his lip as his eyes trailed down her body, that dress clinging to her figure tightly, accentuating her curves, white thong underneath showing off that tight ass, those long bare legs. He downed the last of his whiskey and ordered two more shots. With liquid courage surging through him he swaggered over to her.

"Hey ther."

"Nope." She cut him off, gazing into the distance.

Deep creases formed on his forehead, "Uh, excuse me?"

"Trust me, green eyes. I’m not your type." She looked up flashing him a smile. "I think blondie over there is more your speed." she nodded in the direction of the blonde from earlier.

His head tilted slightly "But."

"Go ahead pretty boy, go pledge your allegiance."

He scoffed as he turned around, hearing a faint chuckle from behind, mumbling bitch as he walked away. 

Taking his seat back at the bar he couldn't help but watch. Guy after guy approaching her, 'just like moths to a flame' .  None of them shunned the way he was.  ‘What did they have that I don’t?’

‘What the fuck am I doing?’  He thought, walking through the same door he had the previous night.

He fought every urge to glance at her table as he strolled over to the bar. The bartender approached as he sat down. Waiting On his whiskey he lost the battle and glanced over his shoulder.

There she was, sitting at the same table, her hair was curled tonight, Showing her tits off again with that read lacey top, talking to some frat guy douche bag. ‘seriously?!’ he thought as she stood leading him to the back. ���that guy?!’ He turned back to the bar.

He finished his drink and stood ready to call it a night,

“Roxy, can I get a Scotch please?”

He bit back a smile at the sound of her voice.

“Damn, Amy got you coming back for.   seconds?”

“Nope.”

“Then why are you here?” she sneered, stalking towards him.

“last I checked this was free country sweetheart.”

“Seriously you need to leave.”

“I think we should talk first.”

“Dean.” His eyebrows raised as his name left her lips. “..shit.” . She whispered.

 ‘Don’t say it, Dean. Don’t say it.’

His heart raced loudly in his ears.

“Cristo.”

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[sommerbueckers]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬⁵

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AS THE PEOPLE OF New York City walked carefree with their heads high and smiles bright, Myla realized that she was the only one feeling uncomfortably bothered. She was taking her usual route to the Starlight Lounge, the route that had once felt so familiar to her now felt dark and cold. Had it always been this way? Perhaps it had and she had been too in love to notice.

After what felt like hours, she finally reappeared on the main street. The first thing she spotted were the bright red lights of the very nightclub she was heading to, and it was only then that she could physically feel the anxiety coursing through her body. It had been years since Myla last set foot in the Starlight Lounge. While her avoidance was largely intentional, a deeper part of her seemed to impose an unspoken limit, preventing her from approaching within thirty feet of the establishment.

She had never anticipated returning, let alone for the very reason that had driven her away initially. As she found herself at the end of the line, she wiped her hands on her jeans for what felt like the tenth time that night, making a concerted effort to maintain her composure. The line progressed swiftly, and it wasn't long before Myla reached the front.

The Starlight Lounge was as packed and vibrant as always; servers walked around in their provocative uniforms, young women pranced around with old rich men at their sides, and Myla found herself sitting at the bar as she waited for one specific bartender to come up to her. Though this time, she was dreading the conversation they'd have.

Two nights prior, everything had been perfect. Myla had been nestled with Roxie on the bed, chatting with Paige, their smiles unwavering. However, the following morning, Myla awoke to a message from the last person she had anticipated hearing from—the last person she wanted to hear from. A surge of dread enveloped her as she read the message, and she spent the entire day contemplating it before mustering the courage to respond.

The curly-haired woman reread the messages repeatedly, her brow furrowing as she struggled to comprehend their meaning. The task proved futile; only one person could quell the tumult of thoughts racing through her mind, and that person happened to be setting a drink down in front of her.

Her short, dark waves were styled in a half-up, half-down arrangement. The double slits in both of her eyebrows appeared newly done, as did the array of unfamiliar tattoos adorning her arms. She placed the White Russian on a small napkin and lightly patted the counter, pressing her lips into a thin line to offer Myla the most genuine smile she could muster.

"I go on break in five, we can talk then."

For those five minutes, Myla sat in uneasy silence. Her drink remained untouched on the counter, slowly dampening the napkin beneath it. She declined all offers of food and sidestepped attempts at conversation, unable to focus her thoughts. The urge to cry seemed to intensify as the night progressed. Just before she buried her face in her hands, she heard the faint buzz of her phone on the counter.

Paige: Everything ok?

She had been ignoring Paige all day, not because she wanted to, but because texting Paige and her...Ghost at the same time felt wrong. She would respond to Paige eventually, but she had to take care of business first. When the uncomfortably familiar face reappeared before her, it was her signal to rise and follow her through the back. She had frequented this area countless times for far more pleasurable reasons than the one that brought her here now. Yet, as circumstances shift, some things remain unchanged.

Ghost pushed open the back door and the two were met with a small parking lot and a few dumpsters. They stood in silence for the first few moments, the taller girl scrutinizing Myla as she shifted uncomfortably under the intense gaze. She hugged her sweater tightly against herself, the night was chilly but she did it for comfort.

"You really haven't seen it?" the dark haired girl asked, her brows heavenward as she looked down at her.

"Seen what?" Myla's voice dripped with irritation. The entire time they had been texting, Ghost kept talking about some video that Myla had to see. Not failing to express how shocked she was that the model hadn't already seen it.

"The fucking video Myla," her muffled voice said through her hands.

"What fucking video Ghost?!"

The other woman began to respond, but was interrupted by a sudden, new question that arose in her mind.

"What'd you just call me?" she asked, her natural frown deepening.

Myla's lips parted in utter shock at her own words, her face reflecting her surprise. She had never before referred to the woman as 'Ghost'; it had always been Natalie. She shrugged nonchalantly, as if the slip were an everyday occurrence.

"Ghost," she repeated quietly, "why?"

Natalie shook her head briefly, as if trying to clear her own thoughts which were racing just as fast as the girl's in front of her.

"You just...you've never called me that before, you told me you didn't like it," she explained.

"Yeah well..." Myla's voice trailed off and she looked toward the sea of cars as if the remainder of her answer lied there, "a lot can change in two years."

She nodded her head in response, crossing her...big, tatted arms over her chest as she sighed. "Look Myla, there's something you need to see..."

"What is it?"

With visible reluctance, Natalie reached into her pocket to retrieve her phone. After tapping away silently for a few moments, her expression twisted in distaste before she extended her arm to hand the phone to Myla.

As the video played, her anxiety mounted with every passing second. Her heart raced, each frame revealing more of herself than she was prepared to confront. The familiar pangs of self-doubt and discomfort surged as she scrutinized her own image, magnifying every perceived flaw and imperfection. Her palms grew clammy, and she found it difficult to breathe, overwhelmed by a visceral sense of vulnerability. The reality of her appearance and actions, laid bare before her, felt like an invasive intrusion into her private world, leaving her with a profound sense of unease that she struggled to shake off.

Myla shut the phone off, a waterfall of tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

"What the fuck is this?" she tried to remain collected, but the unsteadiness of her voice betrayed her.

"Myla-"

"What the fuck Natalie!" she yelled, roughly tossing the phone at the other girl not caring if she caught it or not. She did, just before it could fall to the ground. "What did you do?!"

"I didn't do anything!"

"So then what the fuck is this?! Are you fucking insane?! Do you know what this shit could do to me?!"

Natalie was now fuming, acting as a mirror as the two seething girls stared at each other.

"You think I did this?! When I promised you it wouldn't get out I fuckin' meant it!"

"Bullshit!"

"Fuck you, Myla! This is just as bad for me as it is for you," the older woman pointed out.

"Except it isn't! You're famous in a world full of criminals who do illegal shit to get out of other illegal shit! I'm a model, Natalie, a fucking model, and my image is my career. If this shit gets out..." Myla took a step back and shook her head, "it's gonna ruin me."

The totality of Myla’s career was at stake. Everything she had built, everything she had been working toward, had it all been for nothing? For some obscene video of her that she had allowed someone, against her better judgement, to take? Someone she loved, someone she trusted, Natalie.

As expected, the other woman stood silently. She knew Myla was right, this was significantly worse for her. She watched as Myla pulled out a crate from the corner and sat on it, running her hands through her tangled hair.

“Where is the video now?” she questioned.

“It hasn’t been released to the public yet, but I know who has it,” Natalie sighed.

“Other than you, you mean?” Myla spat nastily. When she was met with nothing but silence and the obnoxious honking from the cars on the street, Myla continued with a sigh. "Who?"

"Listen Myla, I can take care of this shit...but i'm gonna need your help," Natalie explained quietly. "The chick i'm supposed to fight next, she goes by the name King Ruby, and she's got the video." Myla listened carefully. "She's threatening to release it to the public if I don't back down from the fight with her."

In Myla's eyes, the answer was quite simple.

"So back down from the fight then," she threw her arms up.

"I can't Myla..."

"Why the hell not?"

"This was the last win I needed to get out, and I was gonna win. I've been prepping to fight her for weeks now, and then this shit comes up and fucking ruins everything," she gently rubbed her temples. "And money is tight right now, I can't afford to not fight."

Tears pricked Myla's eyes and she shook her head with a whine, "Natalie...fuck!" abruptly she stood up, "Fuck this is all your fault."

She paced back and forth.

"I can't afford to not fight unless you help me," the short haired girl finished.

"Help you how?"

Natalie stood cautiously, knowing how risky the question was but also knowing that the both of them were desperate for solutions. Natalie stared at her with a mix of anxiety and hesitation. She knew she had to ask Myla for money, but the thought made her uneasy. Myla had always been willing to help her, but Natalie couldn't shake the feeling that this time might be different.

"If you give me some money -- just to get by for the next few weeks -- then I can back out of the fight."

Myla stared at her, a familiar knot forming in her stomach. If she didn't help, Natalie would finally be able to get herself out of anything that had to do with underground fighting, the only downside was that her entire career would go up in flames and there wouldn't be anything she could do to stop it. But if she did help, perhaps it could buy the two some time to figure out how to get rid of that fucking video.

She couldn't help but think about Paige and what the video would do to them. She was a completely different person now than she was when she and Paige had been in school together, and she had made enough mistakes in her life to never make another again. The two had already been out in public together, and while they hadn't been caught on any cameras, it was bound to happen eventually.

What would people think about her if this video was released? What would Paige think of her? Surely whatever little relationship they had established would burn, it would ruin Paige's image to be seen with someone who had allowed a sex tape of themself to be filmed. Myla would be judged by everyone in every corner of her life. She would lose money, friends, and respect within the industry.

The answer was painfully obvious, she had to give Natalie the money.

"How much do you need?" she muttered.

"Well I need rent, food, and maybe a little for emergencies," Natalie shrugged shamefully.

Myla threw her head back and looked to the sky, the stars looked beautiful as they surrounded the moon.

'I wonder if Paige is looking at these same stars right now...'

"Tell King Ruby you're backing out, text me your address and i'll drop a check off sometime this week..."

"Fuck Myla!" Natalie breathed out as she stood up, "You're fucking amazing."

"Well I don't really have a choice, do I?"

Natalie's shoulders slumped slightly, and she tilted her head as she looked down at the woman she once loved.

"We're gonna get through this...I promise."

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had no idea where this chapter was goin at first and then the brilliant sex tape idea popped into my mind so hope u enjoyed

love ya!

[crystalas]

The Dad Alliance

This is a fanfic idea I have had for a while and finally decided to work on.

Based on the Sun and Moon Show, and Eclipse and Puppet Show, canon is fast and loose cos I want to let these dads and their broods be happy goddammit!!!

The Dad Alliance

Was it possible for a ghost kid to die of boredom? Andrew was starting to think it was, it had been over a month since Eclipse finally built his body and figure out a way for him to possess it. When Eclipse started to work on Jake and Andy’s body it came with a few issues; mainly it was because Andrew and Andy wanted the same body. After all it was their old body before the whole Stitch Wraith saga so naturally, they would want to reclaim some normalcy by having that, but they did not want to share the same appearances because hey how creepy would it be to suddenly have a clone of yourself living with you?

Eclipse had suggested that each boy gave him a list of desired features that they could add to give each other some individuality empathising on it being toned down stuff like skin blemishes like freckles and moles, different hair and eye colour, or hair styles “Not a Mohawk!” he had declared to which the boys groaned in annoyance. 

However, Eclipse had forgotten that Andrew and Andy were parallel versions of each other so even though the two had written their lists at different times in different locations they had somehow written the exact same list of features they wanted. Now both boys wanted these features and not their ‘plain’ bodies and Eclipse found himself back at square one with keeping the peace with these two squabbling dimensional twins.

It was Roxy that found a middle ground by suggesting that they compete for it through a racing game tournament, they would number the features on the list and play that number of races. So, for example whoever won race 1 would get to have the feature listed as number 1 in this instance it was having lighter brown hair. The result was two boys who could be mistaken for siblings but not clones of each other and because the boys were on equal playing levels they got an equal number of features.

That was a month ago and it had been a week since Jake and Andy finally got their bodies, Eclipse put their old body in storage and then an insane number of locks on it. Andy wanted to put it in the trash compactor and watch their prison be reduced to a trash cube, but Eclipse explained that the power source would probably level the pizza-plex and everything within five miles of it if they did that.

So, off to gather dust bunnies in storage it went.

Roxy helped the boys and Charlie to order stuff online to help make their rooms more homely and with Eclipse’s help with building furniture their rooms now looked less like a storage for lab equipment and more like a futuristic bedroom. Ballora naturally took them shopping for clothes which resulted in Eclipse dragging Ballora out of the mall after nearly maxing out the credit care and giving the kids more clothes than they knew what to do with most of which were too ‘high fashion’ to be used by anything other than super models.

But that was last week…now Andrew was bored and he knew the others were too, Eclipse had them doing stuff like Simon Says and bean bag toss to measure how well their bodies were doing but after a while those games get dull. 

“Right get your shoes on we’re heading out” Eclipse declared gruffly which all four perked up to.

“Outside? You mean outside, outside or outside as in out of the lab?” Andy asked.

“Outside, outside” Eclipse stated “We’ve done as much as we can in here for now I need to get some readings on how your bodies do outside of lab conditions”

There was a soft groan from them as they realised this was just another check-up; they understood that they had basically completed a whole-body transplant and Eclipse explained that he had added a lot of features to help them feel ‘human’ so it was understandable that they would need to take things slow.

However, what kid enjoys check-ups?

Eclipse opened a portal and ushered all four through, fully expecting them to be in an empty field or garden lot to see how they deal with dirt or something boring like that the kids were surprised when they saw that it was in fact a car park in a forest. What got their attention was they big gates that stated “Tumble wood Adventure Play” all of them stared at the sign as it slowly dawned on them where they were.

“I think this should be sufficient for seeing how your bodies handle more demanding tasks for your motor functions and balance. Maybe later we can look at other functions as well…” Eclipse muttered checking his readings to make sure they were synced to his computer in his head than in the lab, he glanced down to see Jake hugging his leg happily.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” he beamed, the solar model made an uncomfortable noise and patted Jake’s head with barely disguised affection.

“Right now, before we go in there’s one last thing I need to go over with you three in particular” he declared “While in this dimension animatronics are less uncommon so hopefully we won’t get as much flack as we do back home…”

Charlie looked at her feet sadly she still remembered being called a freak that time she went to the park nor anyone else’s confused stares when she left the Pizza Plex.

“However, what is Taboo in both worlds in human animatronics, there is a reason why Faz bear never just made themselves robot pop idol and called it a day and why even us Day Care Models look like we do. People get very upset when we approach Uncanny Valley levels of human appearance.” He explained “So if anyone asks you where your parents are just tell them that I am your au pair”

“You want us to tell them you’re a pear?”

“Au Pair” Eclipse corrected “It’s another word for nanny, but if anyone doesn’t buy it then give them my number and I’ll talk to them like that”

“Won’t they find it suspicious that our au pair and dad have the same voice?” Andrew demanded.

“Not Necessarily” Eclipse stated using his old Solar Flare Voice.

“You sound like a robot” Charlie giggled.

“I think that’s the point” Andrew exclaimed.

“With that out of the way” Eclipse stated “I think the usual rules apply out here, don’t get hurt, don’t get in fights, don’t break the rules or laws and NO MAGIC Charlie!”

“Aww”

With that said they went in and once past the entry gate the kids could see that this place was huge! There were wooden climbing frames of all sorts, some of them smaller for the little kids, others were big multi levelled climbing frames with zip lines, ladders, bridges that connect to several tree houses, several slides each looking more fun that the last. Heck it even had a wooden castle complete with a play moat which connected to a water play area. All of it made from wood and given a natural forest feel to it.

The boys were practically vibrating with excitement as they finally got to a gate to enter, as soon as they were in, they shot off. Charlie watched them go and glanced at Eclipse who had found a bench to sit at.

“What about me?” she asked.

“What about you?”

“Didn’t you say that this was to see how their bodies deal outside?”

“I can multitask” he stated “I can get my readings and take you guys somewhere fun to burn off some energy”

“You big softy” she chuckled.

“Shut up and go play!”

She did not need telling twice and was already making a beeline for the forest castle.

The Boys had run up to a rope bridge that went up into the nearest climbing frame, Jake and Andrew clambering up with the simple mission of getting as high up as they could. Andy stopped at the top of the rope bridge to look around merely taking in the view and fresh air after being trapped inside a box for months he was more than ready to enjoy every experience he got.

As he looked around, he saw other kids playing on the swings and parents racing after toddlers but he stopped when he saw…a faun?

No, it was a deer animatronic with purple ribbons in her hair and big green eyes who was skipping about looking at everything probably trying to think of where to start first, she then saw Andy and they locked eyes. She tilted her head in confusion.

Eclipse did say Animatronics were more common here and that she could very well be the mascot for this place she certainly fit the whole forest theme but it was what he heard her say next that made his skin go cold.

“You’re like me?” she asked.

Eclipse’s warning was still fresh in his mind, He remembered that most of the Pizza Plex Animatronics had a scanning feature so they can get people’s guest files, but Sunshine and Moonshine could use that feature to scan for injuries too.

Could this deer tell that he was not human? What would it do if they found out he is technically deceased? Kick him out? Give him to the authorities? Lock him away in a lab while they would poke and prod him to figure out how a human soul was in a robot body? He could feel his whole-body tense up at that idea, no never again. Eclipse may have them in a lab but he respected Andy’s need for space and did whatever tests Eclipse needed at his pace he understood that Andy did not like feeling trapped.

He then saw an animatronic that looked like it belonged in a pumpkin patch come up to her and they began to talk, Andy decided to use that as a chance to get away from the situation and clambered further into the tree house. He was going to get as far away from those two as possible and then find Jake and Andrew to warn them to stay away as well.

He had found a wooden tunnel that took him to the next tree house and was crawling through it when the entire thing juddered violently causing him to fall flat on his face. He looked down between the gaps of the planks only to be meet eye to eye with something glowing orange, it pulled back to reveal it was that same pumpkin moon model that had been with the Deer clinging to the bottom of the tunnel like a creepy spider. That would be alarming on its own if you did not also know that the tunnel was high up from the ground and no normal person should be able to reach it.

“Found you!” it beamed “We have questions!”

Andy bolted and he could hear the robot scrabbling behind him as he ran through the tree house, he saw flashes as the thing crawled past the small windows trying to beat him to the door, he froze for a second as it loomed in the door way, arms out to catch him.

“Why are you running?” it asked “We want to ask you something”

Remembering a move he saw in a video game he ran forward and then at last minute dropped to the floor and slipped right past under the robot. His legs and arms stung from the grazes he got from the dry wood but right now he was focused on getting away from that thing.

“Is this a game?” he heard it ask, “Okay I can play! I will give you a head start”

Now the pounding of his feet was tempered with the sounds of the pumpkin model cheerfully counting down from twenty as it watched him run, maybe it’s security feature and play programming had a glitch but he was not going to question his luck.

He bolted past other children who carried on unaware of his plight, he crawled through tunnels and clambered over climbing frames and anything else to just try and get some distance.

“Nineteen…twenty!” he heard it yell “Ready or not here I come!”

He had come to a platform with rope fence that was like a crow’s nest in the trees, he looked back and nearly threw up in anxiety when he saw the robot was heading his way with such unnatural speed crawling over play equipment like a hellish spider on a caffeine high. In his panic he glanced around before seeing the Zip Line that take them back down to the ground, he grabbed it and launched himself off as he zipped down, he swore he could feel that thing’s fingers graze the back of his neck.

But he made it to the bottom with a thud and looked up to see the robot staring down at him. He took off running again and saw Jake and Andrew come down a slide.

“Hey there you are!” Andrew shouted “Where the hell did you go?”

“We need to…” Andy started when he felt two large hands grab his waist and lift him in the air.

“FoUnD Yooooooou!” the moon model declared “now come with me”

Jake and Andrew stared in horror as this Pumpkin themed robot put Andy over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes and began to walk away. The boys found themselves frozen in terror as Andy was taken.

This was it; he thought as his mind began to race in sheer panic, he was only free for two weeks and now he was going to trapped again, locked away again this time he will not have someone else to talk to he will put in another box alone, trapped, blind, unable to feel, touch or hear anything. Trapped, unable to die unable to leave unable to breathe. Trapped, trapped, trapped, TRAPPED.

Andy was on the verge hyperventilating but as tears began to streak down his face he found the strength to scream.

“DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!”

[shiningstarr15]

I am IMPLORING more people to at least EXPLORE the idea of Vanessa and Gregory’s dynamic during SB as some kinda petty rivalry bc it would be SO FUCKING FUNNY

Like literally, they are technically already rivals! She’s slated as an antagonist in the game that the player has to avoid. But the only reason it doesn’t seem that way is bc SHES BARELY THERE. She pops up maybe once or twice where you have to actually actively avoid her and then nothing.

But Imagine if she was just EVERYWHERE. Her ass being relentless to catch the little brat that “broke into the pizzaplex.” Imagine how FUNNY it would be if you could actually mess with her throughout the whole game.

In the daycare? She’s literally chasing you throughout the structure itself, making it to where you have to find a way to get her “stuck” and then having the option to just pelt her with balls from the ballpit to slow her down or just annoy her.

In Roxy raceway? Her literally chasing you down in a go kart, in a racing game that you HAVE to win or else it’s game over (hope you’ve brushed up on Mario kart)

In fazerblast? Not only having to play the game of capture the flag while avoiding the staffbots, but her being an opponent as well! (Bc she thought it so bright the best way to stop you from getting the fazerblaster was to make sure you lost)

Cmon, I can’t be the only one that would find it funny if he just screwed with her like that

[nostalgiclittlespace]

do you have any caregiver Roxanne Wolf headcanons, Freddy may be a papa bear towards Gregory but Roxy is such a big sis to Cassie

Sure do!!! And thx for the request; these were fun to share!

Caregiver!Roxanne Wolf Headcanons

She’s an amazing mama/CG!

Playtime?  She loves it, very engaged.  Storytime? She makes all the voices.  Toys?  She spoils you rotten; you own all her merch. 

She shows love through physical affection—cuddles, carrying you, etc

She often tells you how amazing you are. No negative self talk allowed! If you have any insecurities or worries she will reassure you endlessly

Nicknames include pup, sweetheart, and love.

Would probably be best for a middle regressor (7+ ish). She can be nurturing to someone of any age, but loves the higher energy

Very protective

Not super strict though. As long as you’re staying safe and healthy, she’ll let you do whatever

Doesn't trust anyone to babysit; she will work her schedule around you rather than leaving you with someone else

(Has probably gotten in trouble with the staff for playing with you while she’s supposed to be working or interacting with other guests)

Keeps so many extra notes on your guest profile, including all your preferred Pizzaplex snacks, your naptime schedule, and favorite activities

Expect frequent messages from your Fazwatch! If she can’t be right by your side then she’ll send a text with reminders to eat and drink, that she loves you, etc.

Will full on growl at anyone who gets too close or looks at you the wrong way

She’s your driver assist any time you want to play at the Raceway. Outright refuses to let “those incompetent staff bots” drive her baby around, no sir. But you’ll win every race with her!

If you’re having a tantrum or are very upset, she is incredibly gentle. Will lean into a sort of therapy dog role, monitoring to your hear rate, cuddling, etc

If you happen to be a pet regressor, otherkin, or similar, then you’re in for even more fun because she lives to play along, be your pack, etc

Her favorite thing is having sleepovers; she’ll sneak you into her green room before closing, and once everyone is gone then you can play and have her full attention until it’s time to sleep

[peachie-bumblebee]

you so need to rewrite those fics you mentioned in the 3some head cannons. They sound so good omg.

you know what? here you go.

I’M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, BUT IT’S LONG ENOUGH IT MADE MY IPAD LAG SO HOPEFULLY THAT MAKES UP FOR IT!

ANIMALISTIC- REWRITE

ROXANNE WOLF X AFAB GEN!READER X MONTGOMERY GATOR

NSFW MINORS DNI

You wanted them, and by god, they wanted you.

CW: PRIMAL PLAY, FEAR PLAY, A BIT OF DUMBIFICATION, BREATH PLAY?, SLIGHT PAIN PLAY??, SUPER TINY ONE THING OF BLOOD PLAY, MARKING, JEALOUSY, THEY’RE MEAN BUT YOU LIKE IT, DEGRADATION, READERS A BIT OF A MASOCHIST, A BIT OF EDGING, THIS IS ALL JUST KINDA SELF INDULGENT AND CRAZY, TEASING, SLIGHT CUM PLAY???

You were Monty’s. That much was a guarantee.

You had been Monty’s from the moment he first laid his eyes on you. You had been at one of the shows with your college friends who had come back to town to reminisce about the good old days. They had gotten entirely wasted and left you there alone; alone and beautiful, and he knew from the moment he saw you in that crowd that he had to have you.

Of course, Roxanne was watching too- but Roxanne has always been far more patient than Montgomery.

Montgomery had approached you after the show late at night- you were hanging against the wall, and when you turned he stood there, hovering over you by several feet. He was breaking the rules by seeing you- and fuck, you loved a rule breaker.

That was over 8 months ago, and you’d never been happier- or more satisfied in all the meanings of the word. Monty wasn’t always the best with softness or with remembering details- minor things to you, really. But if there was one thing that Monty always delivered on, it was sex. You’d fucked on the vanity, against the window, in the Monty Gator Golf pool. He even ate you out on the middle of the stage late at night. You two had probably had every kind of sex you ever thought of having.

Except for one thing. The wildcard. The Roxanne Wolf. You weren’t stupid. You knew how she looked at you, and you knew that she and Monty were close- extremely so. It’s not like you minded it. Not at all; and you knew that your overprotective boyfriend knew too. It was an unspoken oddity of your relationship. If it had been anyone else, he probably would have flown off the handle. But Roxanne and you shared stolen glances, and her nails traced your hipbones as you passed down a tight corridor, and you were sure that was all it was ever gonna be.

So when they sat you down and proposed this- you had been taken aback. Your first thought had been that Roxy was just bored and wanted to hang out with you and Monty. After Monty patted his lap and told you to sit, you figured it was going another direction.

But not this.

Never this.

And god the adrenaline was racing through you.

They had explained it casually, toothy grins on their faces as they took you in.

Tomorrow night.

Chica’s Maze.

A game.

The rules would be simple.

You would start in the middle of the maze. You would find your way to the start or to the exit. That technicality didn’t bother either of them.

You would have a 5 minute head start. The time would be displayed on the wall for you.

It would be dark- but not pitch black.

You would be naked.

If you found your way out before they found you- you could have anything you wanted. And that meant anything at all. From either of them.

Roxanne had looked at you very pointedly when that part was discussed.

If you were caught- then they would do anything they wanted with you.

The offer had sent heat pooling down your spine. You’d done so much with Monty, and so little with Roxy.

So why not play?

“Of course”, he had reassured you, “we’ll level the playing field for you.”

The maze was always a rotating map. Neither of them would have the chance to memorize any path to find you on. And they wouldn’t camp out at the start or end- you had their word. Monty and Roxy would be wearing heavy bracelets around their ankles and hands- something to weigh them down a little. There would be forgiveness as well. If you were caught once, then you could continue on with a handicap. Something non-specified. A slap on the wrist before the real loss. They wouldn’t elaborate when you asked.

“What about your eyes?” you had asked Roxanne.

She got a certain look on her face then, one you couldn’t quite put a finger on.“That’s why you get the five minutes.”

So here you were now- the middle of Chica’s Mazercize. Monty had led you to the spot in the middle with strict instructions to close your eyes the whole way; tempting not to follow of course, but it’s far too exciting of an experience to waste it over breaking a rule as small as that.

Monty slides a cold claw down your front, wrapping the pads of his fingers around your nipple and giving it a small tug. At your slight moan, he chuckles and gets close to your ear.

“Count to 30 seconds before you open your eyes, m’kay?”

The cold air on your bare skin makes you bristle- along with something else.

“Okay.”

A ghost of a cold kiss is pressed against your cheek. “Good luck, baby.”

And with that, he leaves, the whirring of his gears fading into the distance.

As you count down, your worry your teeth between your lips, shifting your weight from side to side. This whole thing is crazy. You’d done a lot of crazy shit, but this- this is fucking crazy. But you were gonna play this game. You wanted to. You wanted them, and by god, they wanted you.

The only thing you weren’t sure you wanted was to win.

Time’s up.

Slowly, as if expecting something to jump out at you, you peel open your eyes at the maze before you. One by one, the lights shut off, creating a rapidly approaching darkness as the walls change and shift around you. Your breath catches in your throat as new pathways emerge and change before your eyes before settiling in four directions. The ground your standing on shifts as well- spinning you slowly for couple of rotations so you can no longer keep track of where the start and the end could possibly be.

North.

South.

East.

West.

You are hopelessly, helplessly lost as the final light flicks off, submerging the maze in a faint pink glow.

You have no idea where to go.

The thought makes you throb.

Above you, a giant red clock turns on to exactly 5:00. 5 minutes. 5 minutes to decide what to do- where to go.

North couldn’t hurt. North always seems to be the right answer in the stories; and really, how complicated could the maze be? It wasn’t designed to contain anything more than some casual paying guests. Maybe, you smile to yourself, you’d get out before your head start was even over. The two animatronics would be at your beck and call.

You step as quickly as you can without running down the pathway, pondering what you’d have them do to you when it hits you. Quite literally. Before you is a wall.

Left or right.

That small bubble of confidence within you begins to deflate- but the feeling between your thighs only gets worse.

4 minutes left.

You go right.

Within what feels like seconds, you hit a dead end.

A sweat starts to build on the back of your neck.

You go back down the way you came from, heading left this time. Your speed is picking up pace as you keep your eyes trained on the clock, watching valuable seconds of time circle down the drain.

Left. Right. Left. Straight.

You should have a strategy. If you pick straight enough times, will it lead you to the edge? Or was this map designed with that idea in mind?

Strategy. Strategy.

The seconds continue ticking away.

1:40 left.

Shit.

Pick left, then left again. Then pick right twice. It should lead you in the pattern of a square-like zigzag, and even if you hit the wall, you could use that as a guiding path. Right?

Right?

“One minute left!” The prerecorded voice of Chica spills over the maze from speakers, telling you that yes, you do indeed have 60 seconds to come up with a real plan on how to win this.

If you still want to win this.

Maybe that’s why you didn’t plan.

Your heart is hammering in your chest as the final seconds begin to tick away, the sound of a clock matching the beats of your feet into the ground. Strategy can no longer just be about how to get out. It now has to include how to stay hidden.

You’re trapped in a maze with two predator creatures- one built for speed, one for strength. They’re both taller than you. You know for a fact that Monty could easily toss you in the air if he wanted. You’ve heard rumors about the exact bite force of Roxy’s jaws. They’re smarter, equipped with the most modern technology in the world.

And Roxy can see you.

You just don’t know from how far away.

Fuck, what are they gonna do with you if you win?

“Uh oh!” Chica’s voice fills the maze once again, and you look towards the ceiling right as the clock his zero and a loud buzz echos through your bones. “Looks like you’re outta time!”

You’re still- deathly still as a beat of silence fills the massive maze. The only sound is your blood rushing through your ears.

And then a feminine laugh filled with absolute anticipation echos down the metal walls.

She’s here. They both are.

You don’t know what makes your body ache in anticipation more- her laugh, or the lack of your boyfriend’s.

They are two animalistic creatures made to hunt, and tonight, you are their prey.

It’s not about pure speed anymore as you go down your preplanned pathway. You’re trying to be as silent and as quick as you can be at the same time, which proves difficult.

You take a left.

The turn around the corner makes your stomach drop in fear and arousal as your eyes try to desperately find some hint of either of their presences. There’s nothing- and it’s relief and dread and ache that floods through you at the same time.

Keep going straight until you find another left.

Every sound in the maze makes your heart seize- but you’ve never felt more alive. Every pin drop, every settling noise of the pizzaplex has you stifling your own gasp of trepidation.

You find another left.

And someone is there.

It’s just a split second of danger recognition- their back is turned to you, and there’s so much adrenaline flooding through you that you don’t even know who it was. You just run.

As fast as you can, you turn back from where you can, your strides stretching as far as they can. You make the decision to dive behind another corner before you even register that there is one- it’s nearly an inperceptible slit in the walls- and as you hit the ground, you realize you’ve found the jackpot.

It’s a false wall. Made to confuse the customers- maybe scare actors stay there during the halloween season- you don’t know and quite frankly, you don’t give a shit. You crawl backwards on the floor until you’re flush with the farthest corner of the hiding place. You slap your hands over your mouth to try to quiet your breathing, eyes squeaking shut as the telltale footsteps inch closer.

It’s your boyfriend.

And he’s looking for you.

His heavy footsteps thunk into the metal floor and you squeeze your hands even tighter over your mouth.

“Baby?” His voice travels straight to your clit and you barely hold back a noise that’s pure animal-like need. You’re not thinking straight. The walls are spinning. Your pussy is throbbing.

He whistles low and slow as he walks right by.

And then he stops.

How much can he hear?

You stop breathing.

“Come on out for me, baby.” His voice is tensed with electric adrenaline, breath hissing through his mouth. “I can hear you.”

And you know he could. Monty has incredible hearing- better than you, certainly. And he doesn’t have bad eyesight- but certainly not Roxy’s.

Don’t find me. Don’t find me.

You manage to stay completely quiet, the need for oxygen burning in your lungs.

He keeps moving as your chest shakes, rounding some far off corner. You continue holding your breath as long as you can before you allow yourself to breathe as slowly and silently as you can.

Monty was going to be pissed.

The thought almost made your eyes roll back in your head.

After a few more moments you shakily stand and make your way to the exit of your hiding room. Your elbows are slightly bruised and scraped from your dive- but the ache is nothing compared to the building one between your legs. With one last glance around, you tiptoe out back onto the main path. That was close. Too close.

A part of you wonders what would have happened if he caught you just then.

Would he have pinned you down? Called Roxanne over? Given you whatever handicap you deserved? Or would he have simply picked you up right then and fucked you against the wall?

Turning in the opposite direction from where Montgomery went, you continue your strategy from before the close encounter. But as you continue walking, you lose more and more track of where you had first bumped into him. In the thrill of the chase, you had completely lost your bearings.

You continue going straight.

And then take a right. This pathway of the maze curves- perhaps this is the entrance to the maze, some kind of a lead-in.

You wall down the looming halls as it spirals into a circle. Your speed picks up along with the curves, getting tighter and tighter until a wall comes into sight in front of you.

There’s a sign there- a cartoon Chica with a frown on her face.

“Dead End!”

You only realize your mistake too late. Without notice, one second to the next- there she is. Her eyes are gleaming in the darkness, shining with hunger- shining at you. You gasp, the sound catching in your throat as you freeze. Roxanne is on you in seconds- no chance for you to even think about escaping. With a single hand she pushes you into the wall, squeezing your throat in her grasp. You can still breathe- but the intended effect is strong. She’s inches away from your face and smiling as you squirm under her, your hands grasping where hers lies on your throat, yet making no attempt to pull it away.

“Found you.”

Roxannes voice is husky with victory and lust.

Just as you get your bearings under her palm, she flips you so that your cheek is flush with the wall. You gasp as she moves up behind you, tracing your skin with a single pointy claw.

“You’ve been proving much more slippery then we initially thought. It’s almost impressive- is it a skill of yours, or just luck?”

To punctuate her words she softly curls her spare hand around your hipbone, her pinky finger drifting low enough to almost graze at your pussy slit. You let out a shuddered heave of a gasp when the very tip of her claw just barely touches your clit.

She cocks her head a little, making a false click of sympathy at your desperation. “Looks like it’s more like beginners luck.”

Roxy finally releases the back of your head from it’s pinned place. Instead, she smoothly- yet quickly- presses your chin up so that your head is arched back into her chest. Her thumb grazes your lip and presses just barely before a single drop of blood wells up.

Her hand moves down to fully cup you, and something inside of you breaks. You rut up into Roxy’s hand hard before you can even realize you’re doing anything. She stops it before it even starts, harshly hiking her hand up and away and grabbing the hilt of your chin in her hand.

“Ah ah- nope. Not yet. The rules say you get your handicap now.”

A whine from somewhere deep in you finds it way out your throat. Roxy chokes on her little laugh just slightly.

“Don’t push it. I’d use your mouth right now if I knew your boyfriend wouldn’t throw a tantrum- oh fuck, he’s gonna be so pissed when he finds out I got to you before he did.” The wolf laughs a little again before taking something out from behind her.

She wraps something long, black, and silky into her fist.

It’s a blindfold.

You were never meant to win this game at all.

With a swift hand, Roxanne ties the dark fabric around your eyes. It’s not even see through enough to see 5 inches in front of you, nevertheless 5 feet. The pitch blackness rule is clearly out the window. There’s no chance of your eyes even adjusting.

If before you were a rat in a trap, you are now the cheese.

Roxanne hums as she ever so slightly presses your body into the wall with hers. “Let’s hope that good luck of yours doesn’t run out.” She rocks against your ass once- just a tease of a grind, really, but the act makes you clutch her arm in desperation anyway.

“You have another five minutes to get going again- but I suppose you won’t be able to tell how much time had passed until our friend’s voice comes over the intercom, isn’t that right?”

Your voice breaks as she rocks again, even less so this time. “Please. Just take me now.”

“Are you saying you want to stop?”

“No i’m- i’m ready.”

“We’re not.”

Clearly, they want to play with their food.

“See you soon. Listen for your one and only’s reaction for me, won’t you baby?”

With one last cup of your ass, Roxy slips off into the unknown void that surrounds you.

A part of you just wants to slide down the wall and wait for them to realize that you haven’t moved an inch- but god, where’s the fun in that? You’re a player in a game you were doomed to fail- but you know just as well as they do that what comes in your failure is benefit. And part of the fun is the chase.

You’ll play your part.

You know they’ll play theirs.

Blindly, your trail your hand down the wall as you walk, quickly navigating yourself back down the spiral dead end. You’re just about to exit what you think is the beginning of the spiral when you hear it.

A growl, dark and deep and deliciously pissed off rumbles throughout the maze.

Roxanne was right- he really isn’t happy that she found you first.

You wonder what that means for you.

The thought only makes you move faster, adrenaline coursing deeper through your veins. You don’t know how much time you have left, but you’re gonna use it to the best of your abilities. You just have to hope you’re moving further away, not closer.

Will they hunt together now? No- Montgomery will be much too furious for that. Unless Roxanne makes him. Clearly, she has some kind of control over him that you’ve never known about; their own personal cat and mouse where both are the cat. Contrary to the animals they’re based off of, Monty’s blood runs hot in a hunt. He’s all force, all blind desire to take what is his. Roxanne appears to run cold- a deadly stalker in the night. She’s speed and strength and skill.

No matter their hunting plan, you’re royally fucked.

You race as fast as you dare down the pathways, taking lefts and rights like you know nothing- a part of you doesn’t. You know nothing about where you’re going or where you’re headed from.

Before you know it, you have one minute left. You must once again take up stealth over fast travel- so it’s best to get as far as possible first. Your hands are your only guide as you take another trip down another curve, praying you somehow haven’t moved in a big circle.

Time runs out as it always does.

Either by some miracle you blindly stumble your way across your finish line, or they find you freakishly fast. You’ll take either option- but you’re not going down without at least trying.

Another left.

You jump as a creak squeaks off in the distance, slamming your feet into the ground as your heart hammers in your chest.

Nothing.

You move on.

After 300 some paces you take a sharp right at the end of the corridor. That right ends in a sharp corner that your finger skips slightly over, and your heart skips a beat at the possibility that you’ve defied all the odds. You take one step, then two- and then there it is.

A thunk.

Another.

There he is.

You turn on your heel and run from the sound like a wild animal, knowing it’s entirely a fruitless endeavor. Monty makes a noise- deep, guttural, angry, and it only spurs you on further. You smile with your teeth bared, sure that at any moment you will feel his hands scrape you up and off the ground.

Good.

But it doesn’t come.

Instead, a familiar hand grabs your throat from the front.

Roxy.

You hadn’t even heard her coming.

Monty comes up from the behind.

“I fuckin’ had it, you know.” He presses himself pulley behind you, roughly grabbing your hips as you gasp. You can feel his dick pressed against your back, painfully hard. You hear the sound of his teeth grating. “I had them.”

“It’s a shame I got to them first then.”

You realize now that they’ve been playing a game of their own.

“Just cuz you wrap your fuckin’ claws around their throat doesn’t mean shit, wolf.”

She clicks her tongue. “That’s not all I’ve done. Look closer.”

You tremble between them in the silence.

Slowly, Roxanne pushes your chin up to show your face to your boyfriend. The air is electric, tense. Your breaths are coming in in slight heaves as Roxanne tugs your bottom lip down with her claw.

She flicks the small bloody scab with the point of her talon.

“You fuckin’ marked them?”

You don’t need to see Roxanne’s expression to know its a smug one.

“Before me?”

“Oh well.”

Montgomery trembles behind you as Roxanne gets closer, still pressing your face to the sky. Her tits brush against your bare skin and you shudder even more.

“Maybe you should ask them what’s wrong, Montgomery. If you wanna have the honors.”

Your boyfriend isn’t used to being bossed around, not in any capacity. You’ve never done it before, never even seen it happen.

You feel his face lower towards yours. “I don’t need to ask. I already know.”

He pulls you away slightly from Roxy and presses a finger against your clit hard. Your entire body jumps as you let out a moan. “Fuck, Monty.”

“See how it’s my name they’re saying? How their body responds to me at a single fuckin’ touch?”

“Funny. Their body was doing something similar when I started dry humping them in the maze.”

And that’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back.

Everyone has a breaking point. The rules of the game state that you are theirs to do what they please with- and it seems that part of what they want to do is to out perform each other. You’re just along for the ride. Monty’s breaking point is knowing she got to you first.

You’re dragged away several feet by your boyfriends hands, the air around you moving to tell you that the wolf is in quick pursuit.

“Cmon, Monty. Don’t be jealous.”

“Shut up. Shut the fuck up.”

Roxy reaches out beyond you and places a hand on your boyfriend. “Take their pussy first. It’ll make you feel better.”

You gasp as Monty growls, putting you on something soft. You can’t understand what it is- it feels like a mattress, which makes no fucking sense because you’re in a maze- but before you can begin thinking about that, Monty starts crawling on top of you.

Your breathing catches in your throat as you feel his dick slap against your stomach, leaving a warm sticky smear on your skin. “Can I take the blindfold off?”

A pause.

“No. Not yet.” Monty’s hands are rough as he runs them down your sides. “You’ll get to see us when you’ve earned it.”

“But I-”

Montgomery cuts you off by squeezing your jaw shut in the palm of his hand. “I didn’t ask you, slut.” With that, he uses his free hand to push up your right leg over his shoulder. His cock now rests on your thigh, heavy and weeping. “I am not fuckin’ happy with you.”

His dick tells a different story, but you aren’t able to open your mouth to tell him that.

Like before, he presses a single finger on your clit hard- this time, his thumb. He’s tense with his jealousy and lust, breath coming out heavy. You keen as he starts moving his thumb in a circle, the coolness of his skin making you jolt.

“You are such-”

Roxanne cuts Monty off. “Stop arguing with them and start prepping them to take you already.”

“And why should I fuckin’-

“Cuz I get their mouth.”

Fuck.

Roxy walks over. “Can’t sit on their fucking face if you keep talking.”

You tremble even more as you feel her kneel behind your head. As she takes your chin as leans you back, Montgomery pinches your clit between two fingers.

“Fuck- mm- Christ, Monty-

He tugs a little and your hips buck up.

“Can I please, please see you both now?”

Roxanne hums, and her body whirs as she positions herself over your face. “Hm. I don’t know. Why don’t you ask him?”

You’re moaning, the feeling of him slightly kneading your clit between his fingers making you ache.

“Use your words. Ask him.”

You moan again, unable to help yourself. “Monty, Monty-

He lets go of your clit and the sheer ache of it makes you cut yourself off again.

“Can’t even fuckin’ ask me, huh?”

“Please.”

“What are you even askin’ for?”

You’re suddenly not sure.

Roxanne laughs. “That’s what we thought. Open your mouth. Tap a couple times on my thigh if you can’t handle it, okay?”

“Mhm.”

She squeezes your mouth open a little. “I wanna hear you say it.”

“Okay.”

“That’s good.”

And with that, she lowers herself onto your face. You know she’s restraining herself- if she really sat, she’d kill you, but the sheer thought of that sends even more arousal through you. Though she’s not using her full weight, she is certainly still on you.

She’s warm.

“Stick your tongue out for me.”

You do, and she groans, starting to rock herself against your tongue. You can only just breathe, and the feeling is making you pleasantly fuzzy as your senses are overwhelmed.

“Told you they’re good, aren’t they Rox?”

“Fuck.”

You stick your tongue out further.

“Jesus, fucking slut-” Roxy grabs your chest in her hand and tugs on your nipple. Your moan must send some kind of vibration to her clit, because she hisses through her teeth as you do it.

“You’re crazy for letting us do this to you, baby.” Montgomery pushes two fingers inside of you. “I’ve got such a whore on my hands, don’t I? Letting us do whatever we want to you. Slippery little tease.” Your hips involuntarily buck, but he’s far too strong for you to get much of anywhere. Your cry of pleasure can’t even by silenced by Roxy’s cunt.

And Monty is huge. His fingers are already thick enough to deliciously scrape against your g-spot without doing much of anything, and his fingers are nothing compared to how his dick feels inside of you. As he slides another finger inside of you, you can hear the wet squelch of your pussy.

Of course, you can hardly hear it over the muffling that Roxanne’s thighs provide- her legs are only just squeezing your head as she grinds deeper and harder on your tongue. You’re not in pain- no, you’re in ecstasy as you wrap your lips around her clit and suck.

As you use more pressure, Monty pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy. The intense moaning makes Roxanne toss her head back. “Whatever you’re doing to them, keep fucking doing it.”

It’s Monty’s turn to chuckle as he maintains his speed. Your moan hits a higher note as your involuntarily squeeze around him, and Roxanne cums all over your face.

Fucking christ.

After a few more rocks of her hips, the wolf climbs off your face and you gasp. Roxanne cups your face and wipes her fluids off of your chin before placing them in your mouth.

“Clean me off.”

You obediently lick her fingers clean with a whine, and she groans. “I think they deserve their sight back now, don’t you, Montgomery?”

He gives a sigh of false contemplation. “Did they do a good job?”

“Clearly.”

His grin is evident in his voice. “That’s my bitch. Go on.”

Roxy peels off your blindfold, damp with sweat and her juices. You blink as your eyes adjust to your surroundings, and you discover that your are indeed on a mattress in a corridor of the maze.

They must have set up spots to fuck you across it.

You groan as Monty and Roxy help flip you onto your hands and knees. Monty slips his fingers, now warm from your pussy, out of you and you whine at the feeling.

“Don’t complain. I’m gonna stuff you full of somethin’ in just a second.”

You don’t have words anymore- you’re exhausted from the chase, and it’s like your brain has totally lost all knowledge on what your vocabulary is. You just know that the ache between your thighs is unbearable, and that you’re drooling over your bottom lip, and that you just want them to fuck you.

Roxanne sits in front of you and takes your chest into her hands, rubbing and pulling on your nipples. You lurch forwards at her touch- which is when Monty starts rubbing his cockhead against your pussy hole.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Getting all excited over just me doing this? You really must have gotten all wet n fuckin’ ready for us, didn’t you?” Monty slaps your clit with his dick, smearing his precum all over you.

“Yes.” You don’t have it in you to be embarrassed anymore. “Need you. Need you both.”

They both groan at your pitiful response.

“What do you need us to do?” Roxanne stops pinching one of your nipples to cup your whole chest on that side.

Your boyfriend keeps gliding his dick across your clit, and you’re going goddamn insane because of it. “Touch me.”

“We are touching you.”

You’re gonna fucking cry if they keep on doing this game of verbal back and forth with you. You don’t have the strength.

You groan, cringing in on yourself slightly. “Want Monty to fuck me while you rub my clit and touch me- touch me all over.”

“That’s better.” Roxanne makes eye contact with your boyfriend. “Well? Whenever you’re ready.”

And with that, Monty bottoms out in you with one thrust.

No matter how many times you’ve taken him, you just can’t seem to get used to how fucking big his dick is. It’s long and thick and he’s always super fucking messy, and even though its by far not your first time doing it, it burns so fucking good as he pushes all the way in. You cry out, shaking as he gives you a moment to adjust.

Roxy slides her hands down and presses on your pelvis, causing your eyes to roll back in your head. “I can feel him all the way up there.”

You don’t have it in you to respond. You’re blabbering now as she catches your head from meeting the mattress. “Can’t- mm- fuck- can’t fucking take it-

“I know you can.” Monty shifts forwards a bit, somehow hitting impossibly deeper. “We know you can.”

You just cry in pleasure as he continues. “Tell us you want this. Tell us how bad you want this, or we’ll stop.”

No.

“I want- fuck, please, please, please I want this, I want you Monty, please, please-

He wraps his hands around your hipbones and starts thrusting, and the rest of the world snaps away. Roxanne picks your limp upper body up and readjusts you so that you’re kneeling at an angle and draped over her shoulders. You weakly grasp as her back, nails finding no purchase in her metal skin as your boyfriend fucks up into you. Nothing exists besides how good his cock feels grinding and pumping up into your hole- there’s just pure pleasure.

Roxanne slips a hand under your body and starts rubbing your clit while Monty continues to fuck you with a brutal pace. You can’t even moan, it feels that good- all that comes out of you is a squeak of a cry. You’re mouth open, panting out huffs of breaths as you cling to Roxanne like a lifeline.

“You didn’t tell me how pretty their face was when they got all fucked out.”

Monty has his head down, eyebrows screwed up and moaning as he fucks you. “Well, that’s your own damn fault for not realizing. Fuckin’ look at ‘em.”

You can see Roxanne looking at you through your lidded eyes, too drunk on pleasure to register her own expression of lust. “It is.”

You just lay there and take both of their actions, too overwhelmed with pleasure to do anything but moan. You’re sure the maze is echoing with the sounds of you and your pussy- fuck, there’s probably a little wet spot under you from his actions- and you just can’t seem to care.

Monty growls under his breath, taking his frustration out on your pussy. “Fuckin’ snuck past me, What the hell is that?- and tried to run from me?”

“m’- m‘sorry Monty-” is all you can reply with.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I fuckin’ know.”

Before you even fully realize it, your orgasm is building in your lower stomach. They must notice some change in you that you can’t, because all of a sudden, Montgomery starts pounding into you faster. The change of pace would normally slow your climax down a little, but the swirl of Roxanne’s fingers feel so good that it picks right back up again.

The wolf laces her free hand through your hair, grounding you with slightly stinging pressure. “Just hold it for a little bit longer. We both know he’s close, don’t we?”

It’s true. He’s sliding in and out of you at a near extreme pace, his grip on your hips slightly too tight. If you could hear him over your own moans, you’d know he was nearly as loud as you.

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t- please let me come, please-

Roxanne hushes you. “We know you can. Just be patient and hold it.”

You sob, clutching onto to her tighter than you thought possible.

Monty’s hips begin to stutter and he grabs the mattress, claws piercing the soft material. “Fuck, fuck, that’s it baby, keep squeezing me just like that. That’s right, that’s my good fuckin’ slut-”

You gasp, the last of your reasoning hanging on for those telltale words of permission from your boyfriend.

“You can cum now, cum for me, that’s it, let go-

Roxy firmly roots her claws in your hair, and with that, you cum.

You can’t even tell how long it really goes on for. It feels like eternities. Some part of you can hear your cry of ecstasy as you finally cum on his dick and her hand, but the rest of you is too caught up in the white hot pleasure coursing through your veins. Monty comes inside of you, his warmth flooding your lower stomach, and continues to hump his dick up into you well after he’s done so that you can ride it all out. You bounce on him too, unable to help yourself as your orgasm fades away.

When you come back to your senses, you’re in Monty’s arms as he holds you, Roxanne seating right beside. You’re covered in sweat, aching, exhausted- and extremely happy.

“You know. You were pretty damn close to winnin’, baby.” Montgomery tells you as you look around.

“Really?”

Roxanne smiles. “Couple more turns and you would have walked through the exit.”

You sigh, looking up at the ceiling, and then between the two animalistic creatures above you.

And you know to ask just one thing.

“So when are you gonna let me try again?”

END

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What would the Funtime Animatronics think about the Glamrocks?

On a general level I'd say they'd probably not mind them too much, seeing some familiarities between them.

I'm still working things out so sorry for this being kinda vague. But I do have some Incorrect quotes between the Glamrocks and Funtimes in relation to my AU so I'll also show you those.

Only text because I didn't have time to draw them. 3 for each

Circus Baby & Glamrock Chica (Pessimism and optimism)

Glam Chica: I'm going to get myself some soup. Circus Baby: Be careful not to burn yourself, it's hot. Glam Chica: Pfft, I won't burn myself. 30 seconds later Glam Chica, entering the room: I burned myself.

Circus Baby: Glam Chica, no. Glam Chica: Glam Chica, yes.

Glam Chica: running towards Circus Baby with open arms Circus Baby: moves out of the way Glam Chica: Hey, why'd you move?! Circus Baby: I thought you were going to attack me. Glam Chica: I was going to hug you! Circus Baby: Why would you hug me? Glam Chica: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?

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Ballora & Montgomery (Brain and Brawn)

Monty: I learned a valuable lesson from this. Ballora: I’m guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lesson you actually should’ve taken away… Monty: DEATH ISN’T REAL AND I AM BASICALLY GOD!

Monty: Ballora, you need to calm down. Ballora, slamming their fists on the table: BUT HOW CAN IT BE "BIRTHDAY CAKE" FLAVOR IF A BIRTHDAY CAKE CAN BE ANY FLAVOR?!

Monty: There is no i in happyness… Ballora: There is if you fucking spell it right.

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Ft. Freddy & Glamrock Freddy (Branching paths)

Glam Fred: Don't break someone's heart, they only have one. Ft. Fred: Break one of their bones instead, they have 206 of them.

Glam Fred: My only talent is being stress. Ft. Fred: Don't you mean stressed? Glam Fred: No.

Ft. Fred: BWWAAAAAAAAAA! Oh, you hear that? That's the wrong opinion alarm. Glam Fred: That is not something you actually have installed. Ft. Fred: Sorry, say again? I couldn't hear you over my alarm that YOU SET OFF with your WRONG-ASS OPINION.

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Ft. Foxy & Roxanne (Two sides of the same coin)

Roxy: I've connected the two dots. Ft. Foxy: You didn't connect shit. Roxy: I've connected them.

Roxy: I won a new phone in a race. Ft. Foxy: Huh? What kind of race lets you win a phone, Roxy? Roxy: A race between the store owner, the cop, and me.

Roxy: I never tell people off the bat that I'm gay. I wait. I wait until they say some homophobic shit and then I laugh and am like "you know I'm gay right?" and watch the look of terror on their face. 

Ft. Foxy: 

Ft. Foxy: I like you.

Hope this answers your question < :o)