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betterthanyalls · 6 months ago

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yo wsp gang, didn't mean to die momentarily there anyways i made this oneshot for a pookie wookie dookie as a gift for something i dont remember

Behind The Curtain

Masterlist

Bonnie x Reader

Words: 5.5K

Published: 5-23-2024

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Ew.

That was Y/n’s first thought when she entered the workplace for her new job.

Ew to the smell of greasy pizza.

Ew to the smell of sweat.

Ew to the dirty building.

Ew to everything.

She walked into the room more, which seemed similar to a showroom. There was a stage on the front with its curtains opened, revealing three large animatronics.

A blue—or purple—rabbit on the left had a red guitar in its arms.

A brown bear in the middle. He—she assumed—had a small top hat and held a microphone.

Then she saw the yellow chicken—or duck thing—who possessed a small, pink cupcake.

What an odd bundle. She turned around to catch a glimpse of a smaller stage. She whirled back around to look at it. A fox animatronic was placed on the small stage; the fox seemed to represent a pirate with an eyepatch and a hook. Y/n just shrugged and began walking to the office. The employer she talked to hours earlier informed her that she’d just be an after-hours janitor after the last one went AWOL.

When she reached the office, she looked at the wall clock.

12:03 AM

Already midnight? Time flies when you want to die, huh?

….

Anyway, Y/n looked around for a little bit before spotting a slip of notebook paper. She picked it up and began to read it.

“Hello, I wanted to write this note for you so you know what you have to do tonight and to help you get settled in. There isn’t much to do; just finish the tasks before 6 AM.

Sweep floors

Clean up trash

Wash tables

Organize the main room

Make sure the animatronics are clean

Nothing too hard except for one more. We couldn’t hire a mechanic to do it, so I hope you have some experience with robots. Bonnie has been getting stuck during performances recently, and his guitar seems to be out of tune too. All you have to do is take off Bonnie's torso to access his wires, endoskeleton, and gears to see what the issue is. Be careful though, he is a very heavy thing; being an animatronic and all.

His guitar isn’t too much of a problem either; just turn the tuners until you hear a small ding. That should indicate that it is tuned properly. That should be all for tonight.

Goodnight, employee; and don’t forget, be done by 6 a.m. sharp.”

Well, he sure likes writing.

Y/n took the paper and folded it, slipping it into her front pant pocket. Might as well start now.

She went back to the party room and began cleaning up the trash from all the tables. Once she was done, she took out the paper and crossed “Clean up trash" off the list.

Y/n walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a washcloth and a broom. She started washing all the tables off, making sure there wasn’t any leftover pizza grease. If the day shift employees won’t keep this place semi-clean, she might as well step up.

Once she finished washing the tables off, she did the same as before and crossed the goal off her list. Y/n grabbed the broom and began sweeping out under all the tables. She was humming a soft song to herself, so she wasn’t in complete silence. Y/n was just putting some chairs back into their places when she looked up to the stage to see a sight that confused and spooked her.

Bonnie was staring directly at her.

Creepy. Y/n stared back at him, not risking losing the unspoken staring contest. Her stare turned into a glare as she held back from blinking, her eyes becoming extremely dry. After what seemed like an eternity, a sudden noise made Y/n flinch and blink. “UGH! That’s cheating you, rabbit!” Y/n pointed to him with a glare.

She turned to where the noise originated from, looking at the kitchen door. She kept staring for a little bit, trying to imagine what could’ve made the noise. She sighed through her nose and turned back to the stage.

Huh? Bonnie wasn’t looking at her anymore; he was looking straight forward.

“What?” Y/n whispered.

There was no way she was insane and imagined that whole staring contest. Y/n propped her broom on a nearby table and walked up to him slowly, not taking her eyes off of him. She sacrificed her sweeping job so she could jump to the next one, fixing Bonnie. Once she reached the ledge of the stage in front of Bonnie, she climbed up onto it. The robot towered over her, and to be completely honest, it intimidated her a little. “Ok rabbit, let’s see why you’re so weird,” Y/n muttered to herself, taking his guitar and setting it off to the side with very strained effort.

Y/n grasped her hands onto the split of his front torso to his back torso and tugged hard. She yanked onto the covering so hard that it resulted in her almost falling off stage. She threw her arms out in a position that resembled that of a kid pretending to be a bird to steady herself. Once she finally got her balance back, Y/n set the torso onto the stage floor and walked towards Bonnie.

Gosh, he was a mess. Wires tangling everywhere, metal rusting, bolts loose. He would need a lot of help.

Y/n stepped down from the stage, walked to the Supply Closet, and began searching for anything to help. She grabbed some WD-40, a wrench, scrap metal, nuts and bolts, and other miscellaneous items to help. Y/n exited the closet with her arms full of supplies. She struggled a little to get back on the stage without dropping anything, but eventually, she did get up there.

"Alright, bud, let’s hop to it.” She smiled goofily and let out a chuckle at her stupid pun. Y/n looked at Bonnie, not expecting a reaction but still feeling like joking around. “Nothing? Fine, then, be salty.” Y/n set the supplies down and grabbed the wrench, beginning to unscrew all the rusted bolts and tightening the loose bolts.

She continued working for a little over two hours. She never noticed how Bonnie would glance down at her or how his ears would perk if she accidentally touched certain wires.

Finally, after what felt like forever, she was finished working on Bonnie. She bled, sweat, and almost cried one too many times, but she was done.

Taking a step back, Y/n admired her work. Bonnie’s insides went from a jumbled mess to organized and spiffed up. She smiled to herself, turning her back to the rabbit so she could put away her tools. The animatronic in question took this as his chance to take as much of a glance as he could to see the work that Y/n did.

The wires that helped connect all his servos and joints were in organized and straight rows. Nothing was misplaced or messed up. To say Bonnie was impressed was an understatement. Y/n then turned back to face the rabbit, but she wasn’t looking at him directly. She took a few steps forward and picked up the heavy guitar so she could tune it. Realizing it was way too heavy to stand and fix, Y/n sat down on the edge of the stage next to Bonnie’s torso piece and laid the instrument in her lap.

“So I gotta turn the little nods till a ding?” The girl muttered, trying to remember what the note said exactly. But instead of doing the smart thing and taking the note out to reread the instructions, Y/n winged it. Grabbing the first tuning peg, she began to turn it forward. Now and then, Y/n would pluck the string to see if it sounded decent enough. Y/n was so caught up in tuning the electric instrument that she flinched hard at the loud ding she hadn’t expected. She exhaled when she realized it was just the signal that the first peg was done.

Moving onto the second peg, Y/n worked just as focused as before. Lost in thought while also focusing on the guitar, the gazing rabbit went unnoticed. Bonnie just stared at her curiously, assuming his friends were still deactivated. His assumptions were wrong. Freddy and Chica shared a glance when they saw Bonnie and the janitor. Why wasn’t he attacking her? Why was he just staring like a lovesick fool? As much as they would’ve loved to tear the worker apart and stuff her in a suit as they had with the night guards; both of the animatronics knew better than to ruin this for their comedic relief friend, especially since it was technically his night to hunt, being the first of the week. Plus, the girl wasn’t doing anything harmful—just the opposite. She was cleaning up the rabbit and taking her time to make sure his instrument was in good condition, something that had gone unattended to by all the other workers at the pizzeria. Giving each other a side glance, they both just shrugged off the whole situation.

It didn’t take long for Y/n to finish tuning the guitar. She took the musical device off her lap and set it beside her, getting off of the stage to grab some cleaning supplies from the closet. If she was fixing the bunny, why not spiff him up a little too? Walking into the closet, Y/n once again paid no mind to the odd robot skeleton. Rummaging through the shelves and the random items that occupied them, Y/n found what she was looking for. The young adult held a cloth, some guitar liquid polish, and a carpet cleaner spray bottle. She figured the carpet cleaner would be the best option for animatronic fur.

Y/n walked out of the closet while reading the labels on the spray bottles to check again that she had the right products. “Here Bonnie, I got some polish and cleaner to sharpen you up-“ The young adult cut herself off when she looked up to an odd and slightly scary sight. The guitar was back in the rabbit's hands. Fear and confusion were the only emotions Y/n felt as she simply stood and stared at the robot. She took a second to look around, silently hoping to see one of her co-workers who wanted to play a prank on the ‘newbie’. But to her dismay and only inducing more fear within her, she was the only human in the entire pizzeria. “Calm down, Y/n. You probably put the guitar back in his hands and don’t remember. Yeah, yeah, that makes sense.” Y/n told herself, trying to comfort her unease. But as much as she told herself differently, Y/n knew that she never put the instrument in Bonnie’s hands.

Taking a deep breath, Y/n gathered the confidence she needed to walk up to Bonnie. She set the cleaning supplies down on the stage floor before climbing up herself. Hoisting herself up and regaining her balance, Y/n cautiously took the instrument from the robot and sat down again. Taking some polish, she began to rub it across Bonnie's guitar, making sure not to miss any spots. Some of the liquid polish the rag held had seeped through and slightly stained the palm of Y/n’s hand, but she continued to wipe the instrument. It didn’t take long for her to notice how the guitar's body reflected the neon lights that surrounded the ceiling of the pizzeria. It felt oddly nostalgic to be able to see the lights bounce off the guitar, though she wasn’t sure why it’d be nostalgic if she hadn’t seen it before.

The polishing took a short time to finish, but it wasn’t useless. The electrical prop shined like never before and glistened under the bright lights of the stage. Y/n stood up while holding the guitar and still looking into the reflection. She figured that standing would make it easier to see the shine, plus she had to give the instrument back now that she had finished cleaning it. The shimmer of light, oddly enough, was a breathtaking view for something so small. Everything seemed to be placed perfectly. Y/n only now noticed how she could see the mirroring image of a certain rabbit animatronic in the reflection. Tilting her head, the worker couldn’t help but think that Bonnie was staring back at her. Y/n spun around quickly, looking up at the robot, only to see that he was staring forward just like before.

“Hm, odd,” she murmured. “I’m probably just hallucinating from lack of sleep.” Y/n reasoned with herself. She placed the guitar delicately back into the rabbit's hands, making sure it all looked nice. When she got the placement as well as she could, Y/n looked at her wrist to check her watch. Only 3:57 AM. She figured it would’ve been a lot earlier in the morning with how long working on Bonnie felt. Sighing, Y/n stared at the animatronic for a few moments before turning and crouching to grab the carpet cleaner spray bottle, which conveniently had a scrub on its nozzle.

Y/n grabbed his upper arm, getting ready to begin scrubbing, but she was caught off guard by how light the arm felt. She could’ve sworn the note guy told her that Bonnie was beyond heavy. Deciding that the interior work she did earlier must’ve loosened the joints and whatnot, Y/n shrugged it off. "Ok, so I’m not exactly sure how to do this... but what’s the worst that could happen?” Y/n asked with a lopsided grin.

It turns out, a lot.

To start with, the soap wasn’t soaking into the blue-ish indigo fur. Next, Y/n was actually terrified and unsure if the soap would make Bonnie short circuit, causing her to accidentally spill some soap beneath both of them. Then Y/n slipped in the soap and almost broke her arm against the stage. All in all, she was not having a fun time. Y/n laid on her back, not having the motivation to stand up after falling on her left arm and then rolling to her back. Another sigh left her lips as the girl stared up at the ceiling tiredly. “Why did I sign up for this?” She asked no one in particular. A sudden chiming echoed throughout the restaurant, making Y/n prop herself up on her elbows. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and looked around curiously. The noise sounded like a grandfather clock with children’s laughter behind it. Saying that Y/n was creeped out was an understatement. Slowly but steadily, she moved to a crouching position, then boosted herself up carefully to stand. She made sure to be cautious with the soap. Taking a glance at her watch, it read 6:00 AM. “Six already? I wouldn’t be surprised if I time-traveled or something.” She mumbled, jumping off the stage and walking over to the broom leaning against the table. Looking back, Y/n saw just how much of a mess she made in the short time frame.

Debating, Y/n weighed her options about whether she should clean it all up or not. But with one more look at the mess, she slouched her posture and grabbed the broom next to her before walking back to the stage. Taking the bottle and rags in her hand not occupied by the broom. Walking back to the storage closet, Y/n grabbed a mop and bucket, then walked back to the stage. She heaved up the filled bucket onto the stage and climbed up, setting to work. It didn’t take long, and she finally left the restaurant at 6:32 AM. Sitting in her car, Y/n drove out of the parking lot with heavy eyes. Music from the radio blasted inside the small car, trying to keep the girl awake. Eventually, after many red lights, Y/n got home and fell face first onto her couch, being encased by sleep immediately.

Weeks, even months, went by like this. She became a full-time night janitor at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Thankfully, she had never gotten stuck with bathroom cleaning—only the main room and the animatronics. Over time, however, Y/n began to notice more strange things happening around Bonnie whenever she was near. Sometimes Bonnie would look deliberately messy, so she’d have to clean him, or how his guitar was oddly always messed up, no matter how much she fixed it in the nights before. Either way, she enjoyed spending more time around him, even though he was just a robot. She could ramble on about her day while fixing his wires or make jokes about how she couldn’t tell if he was blue or purple when she cleaned his fur.

It was nearing her first full year at the establishment as Y/n exited her home. She entered her car and turned up the volume on the radio. Humming along to the music, Y/n drove for about half an hour before she made it to the building. But her happy mood came to an abrupt end after seeing the event. Excavators, bulldozers, and other machines were surrounding the building with caution tape wrapped around poles to make a perimeter. Rapidly exiting her car, Y/n ran over to where her manager stood nearby. “What’s going on?!”

“Oh, L/n, you should’ve gotten my email about 10 minutes ago. We are demolishing the building.” Her manager, Scott Drew, spoke with his signature southern accent. “But why?” Y/n was panicking; she was now jobless and had no idea what she'd do. “Too many complaints, not enough money for bills or paychecks. Sorry, L/n, but we’re outta business.” And that was that.

It had now been 6 months since Y/n found a new job as a delivery woman for a local Panda Express. In total, it has been almost a full year since Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria was demolished. It was big news all around social media, but no one knows what the owners did with the animatronics, not even the highest-level employees. Y/n would be lying if she said she didn’t miss Bonnie. Sitting on the couch in her living room, Y/n was playing on her phone as the TV ran quietly in the background. “Now for our next story of the afternoon. Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria is having a grand re-opening. Over to Mae at the restaurant now.”

Y/n almost fell off her couch when she heard that. Throwing her phone beside her on the couch, Y/n jumped for the remote and spammed the volume button. “Thank you, Bernard. I am standing in front of the new Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. There is already quite a large crowd gathering here, and the doors haven’t even opened yet.” Mae, the reporter, gestured to the families behind her. But Y/n was in too much shock to care about the crowds gathering. Shooting up from her spot, she sprinted around the house, trying to grab important items and get proper clothes on before darting out the door to her car. Getting in the car, Y/n drove off a little over the speed limit to get to the pizzeria. Dramatic? Yes. Once-in-a lifetime opportunity? Only if people were as crazy as her.

It didn’t take long for her to arrive. When she got there, the doors were just opening, and the news crew was still outside. Walking towards the doors while being surrounded by people, Y/n kept her hands clutched in front of her thighs and her eyes low. She made her way to stand next to her former boss, who was standing on the side and watching his new restaurant flood with people and laughter. “Mr. Drew?” Y/n asked softly, trying not to alert anyone but him. Said man whirled around to the young adult that stood almost behind him. “Y/n L/n? Is that you?” The smile on his face told her that he already knew the answer.

“Hello,” Y/n greeted with a smile. “I know this is extremely sudden, but... I want to work here again.” She spoke with all the courage she could muster. It seemed almost impossible, but the smile on Mr. Drew’s face got bigger. “The same job as last time, I suppose? You were one of my best employees!” He complimented. Not expecting the compliment, a small blush of embarrassment covered her cheeks. “I- thanks. But yeah, a night janitor would be nice,” she responded. "Well, we have no more need for a nightly janitor, but can I offer you a day shift? You get many breaks included; don’t worry.” He reassured her, trying to make an offer she’d agree to. Y/n was not about to throw this opportunity away. "Yeah, that can work.” Y/n agreed. “Great! No need for an interview; I know you’re a hard worker. Can you start tomorrow at nine?” Mr. Drew requested with a courteous smile. Nodding, Y/n walked back to her car and began to drive home, thinking of how lucky she truly was.

The next day came quickly, and Y/n was standing in Kid’s Cove with a baffled expression. The children had dismantled Mangle once again and simply left her there like a mix-and-match toy. “Oh girl, what did those demons do to you?” Y/n muttered sympathetically. “I’ll get something to fix you up.” So she began walking to the backroom. Making her way through waves of children, Y/n finally arrived in the semi-secluded hallway. There were only a few adults talking around, wanting to get away from the rowdy kids. She continued walking and entered the backroom, shutting the door behind her after flipping on the lights. Now getting a good look around, a gasp left Y/n’s lungs as she took a step back in shock. Bonnie, Freddy, Chica, and Foxy were all back here. Withered away and were destroyed by the ages that passed.

Bonnie seemed to be in the worst state of them all. He was missing his full face and an arm. As the lights flicked on, Y/n noticed a small jump in Bonnie’s limbs. Slowly getting closer, the worker crouched in front of the animatronic. She got almost face-to-face (or what was left of it) with him, trying to see if anything changed. “Bonnie?” Y/n mumbled under her breath, not sure if she believed this was his fate. Her questions were answered when Bonnie’s eyes flicked into red dots, and he moved his head up to look at her. Y/n let out a yelp of fear as she fell backwards and crawled to the door, still facing Bonnie. The said animatronic didn’t do anything other than stare at her. When her back finally hit the door, Y/n just sat there for a bit, taking in deep breaths with wide eyes. “B..Bonnie?” Y/n asked with fear in her voice. Bonnie merely tilted his head to his right, proving to be more sentient than she had thought. “You...you can understand me..?” She spoke again, but with more steadiness now. He nodded to her question, but neither had moved from their spot on the floor. Slowly, Y/n relaxed her body. First her shoulders, then her jaw and her arms, next her legs, and finally her chest.

Taking in a few deep breaths, Y/n eased off the door. Bonnie looked at her before deciding he wanted to speak to her for the first time. A glitched and distorted voice filled the room, with words all garbled together. “Y̸̩͓͛ō̷͎̖̚ụ̸̀̂r̷͚͛̚ ̶͕̳͗̿n̸̥͙͑̄ä̷̼̳̽ṁ̴̫̯̚ę̵̎?̵̳̌̈” Confusion washed over her face as Y/n, flinching from the racket but getting used to it quickly, tilted her head. “What did you say?” This prompted Bonnie to try and speak again but it was still as ruined as the first time. “N̶̥̽́̓͠͝a̴̠͙̔̋̀̚͘m̷̡͔̙͉̅̃̔ē̶̟̘̼͖̖͊?̶̫̩̲͆̎̓̕”

“I’m sorry, bud, I don’t understand." Y/n stopped mid-sentence, her eyes falling onto the spare animatronic pieces across the room. Slowly, leaning on the door to help, she pulled herself up from the floor. Bonnie watched her every move as Y/n walked over to the mechanic's messy table, dust coating every surface. Rummaging through all the items, a small ‘aha’ left her mouth when she found what she was looking for. Turning around to face the active robot, Y/n made her way over to him, holding an assortment of tools in her hands. When she finally reached Bonnie, she crouched in front of him. Y/n could see the curiosity in his body language, and it only made her realize he was much more alive than she thought. "Ok, Bonnie, I need to do some work to fix you up. But I can’t do it while you’re awake. So could I deactivate you for now and turn you back on when I’m done? I only want to help.” Y/n tried to reassure him with comforting words. He looked into her eyes, feeling his fans speed up a little, before giving a small nod. A gracious smile spread on Y/n’s face as she nodded back in confirmation before seeing the red lights dim, then completely shutting off, and his body became slumped once more.

It didn’t take long before the familiar red eyes that Y/n once and still admired blinked open. Smiling wide, her own eyes were filled with anticipation. Bonnie looked around before setting his gaze on Y/n, his ears perking up in joy. “Hang on, I got something for you!” Y/n turned around and grabbed a mirror behind her. Placing it in front of him, Bonnie saw that he now had both arms and his original face back. “I fixed you up! I even got you a new voice box, and I managed to keep your original voice.” Y/n was smiling so much that it began to hurt her cheeks, but she couldn’t help it. She could see the joy and gratitude in his body and movements. Slowly, he looked back at her, wanting to test his voice. “T̸h̷a̵n̸k̵ ̷y̴o̴u̷”

His voice was still robotic and kind of glitchy, but Y/n could understand him so much better now. “You’re welcome! And look at that! I can understand you now! This is the best day ever!” She cheered, standing up to express her excitement. “N̶a̸m̶e̷?̶” He asked, catching her attention. “My name?” Bonnie nodded in response. “I’m Y/n, Y/n L/n.” She greeted him kindly. “Y̸/̸n̸?̴” He spoke, as if trying the name to see how it felt. Her grin widened, if it was even possible, at hearing him say her own name. “Yeah, Y/n.”

Her joy radiated onto him as Bonnie let out a garbled chuckle, making Y/n laugh too. The two of them laughed for who knows how long, simply enjoying each other’s company. After a while, Y/n sat down beside Bonnie and leaned against him slightly as a backrest of some sort. The pair conversed quietly about all sorts of topics that either of them had thought of. From cats to wrenches to house bills. Days and weeks had passed, and each break Y/n got, she would dart to the back room just to talk with Bonnie. And each day that passed, she felt he was just as human as her, only in a different form.

On her day off, Y/n was sitting on her couch and watching Tik Tok in the darkness of her home. Zoning out at one point, Y/n found herself thinking back to all the times she talked with her robotic friend. He was like her best friend now. It sounds pathetic to have a robot as a friend, but he was basically a pure human in the form of metal. He could feel, see, think, hear, choose, and do anything else a person can. He was just as much of a friend as someone you would have met in kindergarten and grown up with. As Y/n thought back to each encounter and conversation she’d had with him, Y/n felt a smile form and her cheeks warm up. Realizing this, Y/n’s eyes widened. “No, no, no, no.” Setting her phone down and getting up from her seat, the adult began to pace around her room, holding her head in her hands. How could she let this happen? How? Why? Why, why, why? This can’t be real. None of it can be. “I’m just, uh, sleepy, yeah! That’s it! I just need sleep, and everything will be normal again.” Y/n chuckled nervously, trying to convince herself of lies.

Dragging her feet to her bedroom, Y/n only then realized how tired she really was. Pretty much collapsing on her bed, Y/n was immediately lulled into the presence of sleep. Hours passed in the span of seconds when a loud beep blared throughout the room. Groggily opening her eyes, Y/n raised her hand and let gravity smack her palm onto the snooze button. Falling back into her sleep, she was interrupted rudely once more by the same beeping. Groaning, the young woman rubbed her eyes and hit her alarm again, silencing it for good this time. Rolling off her bed, Y/n, still half awake, changed out of her clothes yesterday and into her work ones. She almost didn’t notice when she put her pants on backwards. Shuffling her way out of her bedroom, Y/n got to the kitchen and turned on the coffee pot before going over to sit on the couch where she had left her phone the previous night. Sighing, Y/n remembered the thoughts of last night too. She’d have to face this one day, the consequences of her own actions.

About an hour or two later, Y/n was walking towards the backroom like usual until a thought stopped her. If she really loved him, who’s to say he ever thought of her in the same way? She didn’t do anything for him to actually enjoy her company, did she? Sure, she fixed him up and talked to him every day, but what if he didn’t want to talk to her? What if he secretly hated her? All these thoughts combined seemed too much for Y/n as she leaned against a nearby wall, hiding from prying eyes. Taking a deep breath in, Y/n calmed herself down and continued her walk to the backroom, trying to suffocate any negative thoughts or emotions that might try to suffocate her first.

Bonnie was in almost the exact same situation, just much more isolated by his deactivated friends. He couldn’t get her out of his head. Like she had nestled herself a small home into his mind, always intruding herself on his thoughts. Her voice, her eyes, her actions, how caring she is, or how she could be so bold yet so timid at the same time. She amazed him in ways he never thought were possible. He couldn’t remember life before seeing her for the first time. How determined she was or how she wanted to help others before herself. Every single attribute and characteristic of her, whether good or bad, held him tightly and never let go. But the problem is that she’d never know. He didn’t plan on telling her now and probably never would. How would she ever accept him as he is? She wouldn’t; that’s the issue.

The door to the backroom opened, and Y/n walked in as if nothing was on her mind. Neither of them acted out of the ordinary for the whole day. Months had passed, and nothing changed between them. Their feelings grew and grew each day, but they were always cut at the stem for fear of unrequited love. And as this time passed, so did the restaurant’s prosperity. No longer was it ‘Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza! A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life!’, but now it was more so known as the place people went when everywhere else was closed. Eventually, the establishment closed too. With no notice to the workers, the building was shut down. Y/n stood in front of her old place of employment, all entrances barricaded and the light in her eyes fading. She had begged and pleaded with her boss to let her in one last time, but no tears would let her through those doors. She longed to go in somehow, to use an ax to break in and see her friend one last time. But even that would be useless after Mr. Drew told her that every animatronic in the building had been shipped off to the original founders. The original partners who made the franchise.

So, with tears in her eyes and her joy stolen away, Y/n walked to her car and drove off with no destination in mind. All she wanted to do was leave. After all, what was left for her when she couldn’t even admit something as small as her own feelings? With nowhere to end, Y/n began her trek.

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wolfjackle-creates · 2 years ago

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WIP Wednesday

So, here's a short excerpt for WIP Wednesday (963 words)! Thank you for everyone who followed my new writing blog, the response has been so unbelievable.

Trigger Warning: Discussion of parental death

Original Prompt Fill

1st Shared Segment

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IKnowYourSecrets: hey

IKnowYourSecrets: I know this isnt something weve done before

IKnowYourSecrets: you said you got a cell for your last bday

IKnowYourSecrets: can I call you?

IKnowYourSecrets: heres my number XXX-XXX-XXXX

-xXPolarisXx-: is everything ok?

-xXPolarisXx-: dont answer that

-xXPolarisXx-: obv not

-xXPolarisXx-: my phones in my room brb

Danny ran up stairs to grab his phone and return to the computer before anyone could close out of his chat. He checked the number and dialed it, closing out of everything and logging out as the call connected.

“Tim?” he asked as soon as the ringing stopped. “What’s happened?”

“Danny? I… this is weird talking like this.” Tim’s voice was rough and Danny couldn’t tell if that was from emotion or just how he normally sounded.

Danny laughed a little. “Yeah. It is. Give me a sec, let me get to my room and I’ll shut the door. Give us some privacy.”

“I… yeah. I might need a few minutes.”

“Are you okay?”

Tim made a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a sob and Danny all but ran up the stairs. “No, not really. Um. My mom’s dead.”

“What?!" What was the appropriate response to something like this? Sometimes he wished he had Jazz's way with words. "What happened?”

“She and dad were in the Caribbean." Tim let out a huff. "I didn’t even know they were in the Caribbean.”

Danny made a noise to indicate he was listening, but waited for Tim to continue.

“There was a local villain named Obeah man. He captured them and held them ransom. Gave them some water to drink at some point, but… it was poisoned. By the time Batman got there, it was too late. Mom died.” Tim gave another half-hysterical laugh. “And my dad is in a coma. He may never wake up.” His voice trailed off.

Danny swallowed. How does anyone respond to news like that? “I’m so sorry, Tim. How are you holding up? What’s going to happen now?”

“The funeral is in two days. Bruce is organizing it. And I’m going to stay with him, I guess. He said he’d be happy to foster me until my dad gets better.”

“Shit, Tim. Text me during the funeral if you need to.”

“I might take you up on that. You won’t mind?”

“Of course not. Every 5 seconds if you need to.”

“Distract me. What’s going on in your life? I don’t want to think about any of this anymore.”

“Oh, uh, all right. Are you sure?”

“Please, Danny.”

“If you change your mind, interrupt me anytime.” Danny chewed his lip. What on earth could he talk about in response to news like that? The test he had in English last week? That sounded so trite. “I did start karate training with…” he trailed off before he could say his mom. “Anyway, it’s going all right. I’ve basically only been taught basic moves. I only get lessons two or three times a month so it’s slow going.”

Tim’s voice was still shaky, but he seemed to latch onto the topic to Danny’s relief. “You really have to give it your all if you want to succeed. Have you learned the basic stances and things?”

“Some, I think.”

“Hold those positions. Stand in your room and just hold them for ten minutes at a time. And practice the same punch over and over. Even if your m—” Tim’s voice caught and he changed course “—instructor can’t make it. Would you be allowed to sign up for classes? Get something more consistent?”

“We don’t have the money.” Danny bit back the embarrassment he felt at admitting that. Tim was rich-rich and never had to worry about things like bills. “Ghost hunting doesn’t really pay. My parents are at least good engineers so they can fix our own appliances and vehicles. Sometimes dad or mom will fix stuff for the neighbors for some extra money.”

Tim hummed in understanding and didn’t push the issue. “How did they even get into ghosts to begin with?”

“If we ever end up in the same place, you are not allowed to ask that directly to my parents. Don’t mention ghosts at all. They won’t stop talking for hours. As for how they got into it… Dad’s always believed in the supernatural. He could’ve just as easily started tracking big foot or the Loch Ness Monster. But he met mom in university and she was stuck on ghosts. Dragged him in, too. And he’s obsessive. Once he decides on something, that’s it.

“They were both studying the supernatural and had to decide what to focus on for their doctoral research. Mom’s hated ghosts since she was a teenager. Apparently she and a friend were dared to go into a haunted house one Halloween. She doesn’t talk about it much, but her friend died that night. She blames the ghosts and has dedicated her life to hunting them ever since.”

Tim clicked his tongue. “Wow. It almost makes sense with that back story.”

Danny snorted. “Ghosts aren’t real. I dunno what killed her friend, but it wasn’t a ghost. Wish they’d decided to hunt Bigfoot instead.”

“Really? Why do you say that?”

Danny looked out his window and stared at the setting sun. “If they were hunting bigfoot, we’d probably go camping more often. And I like camping. You get the best views of the stars that way.”

“What’s your favorite constellation?”

“That’s like asking who my favorite Star Trek character is! There’s too many to choose. But do you know the folk history of Polaris? It’s why I chose my username.” Danny talked to Tim about the stars and space until Alfred called him away for dinner. They made plans to talk online again later.

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Now, I have a question for y'all. I was planning on finishing the entire work then publishing on a once a week basis until finished (or twice a week if I had more chapters than I expect). I've got the first chapter mostly done, just need to rewrite one section and change a few lines elsewhere. I also have the next 1.5 chapters mostly done on a first draft. I could start posting now, but I can't guarantee a posting schedule and I'll probably have to take a hiatus or two as I plan to get a new job and move sometime in the next few months.

So my question, do you want me to post now or wait? It'll probably be several months if not a year before I finish depending on how long I take and how many other projects catch my eye.

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In other news, the creator of the original prompt started their own fill, too! If you read mine, I am requiring you to check theirs as well because it is amazing 💕. Tumblr Link and AO3 Link

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#dp x dc #my writing #bring me home fic #danny fenton #tim drake #first phone call #not a happy day #but theyll get through it

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aventurinemylove · 1 year ago

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FIRST TIME REQUESTING! So I have no clue if you're okay with what I'm ganna ask?

May I ask for a angst to fluff. (Only if you're okay with both in the request! unless you want it to be full angst) Like where reader/ y/n is near death (again only if your okay with it) wiith Dazai and Chuuya. (If you wish to add another one that's your choice!) It can be either a headcanon or short fic. Whichever one your more confterble with!

(Ps I love your smau au!)

Have a nice day/night/afternoon (it's 3:10 a.m for me 💀) but anyways if you can't accept my request I understand! But take care of yourself. ♡

A/n- OMG YOU DONT KNOW HOW FAST I GOT UP AND STARTED WRITING TYSM FOR THE REQ OMG AND IM GLAD YOU LIKE THE SMAU😭🫶

Close call

Dazai x reader and chuuya x reader (separate)

Genre-angst and fluff

Warnings- heavy topics, torture, blood, mori…

Songs to listen-skyfall adele,I bet on losing dogs mitski,francis forever mitski

Osamu Dazai

You were sent on a mission by yourself by Fukuzawa to gather information on a rival organization. You knew the risks of this but you were willing to risk it To give the Ada any type of advantage. Before your mission dazai told you to be more cautious about everyone and everything, he had a pitiful feeling in his stomach..the same feeling when he lost his dear friend, which left him wondering if his past finally catching up to him?

Ever since you left the feeling only got worse and worse, he couldn’t take it anymore it was eating him alive he felt a sense of guilt, and for the first time in year, he felt fear..? Something might have happens to you..days without contact or even texts all his texts were delivered you never left him on delivered. He couldn't take it anymore and decided he will look for you himself.

Meanwhile, you haven't texted Dazai due to leaving your work phone at the ADA in order to not cause any suspicion between you and your new boss however you couldn't stay like this forever he saw you rummaging through classified files which ended up with you having to reveal your identity causing you to fight. What surprised you was the ambush from behind which ended up with u getting stabbed in the chest and losing conscious.

Once he got there he was late...your body on the ground bleeding profusely, he couldn't believe it he failed you. The person he vowed to serve and protect you only to fail you. His heart aches at seeing you so motionless so still. He couldn't even form a word he couldn't even stand on his feet. “You're not gone [name] right..” his voice filled with sorrow and disbelief. If only he came earlier..he could've prevented this he wouldn’t have lost you.

He ran to your body and held it..for the first time in years he couldn’t mask his emotions how could he..you were special to him the only one keeping on this ground, but now that your gone he has no will to live no reason to be here. “[name] I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you, you didn’t deserve this awful fate my love..I’m sorry”. You were still conscious you heard everything how u you wish you can tell him “everything’s going to be okay” but honestly not even you knew if your going to make it”

Dazai held u so close running towards the nearest hospital he could find without any second thought begging every doctor to treat you before it was to late. He didn’t leave your side the whole time you were unconscious, atsushi brought Dazai food and made sure to give him company and any ounce of hope he had.

It was almost a month since that event you haven’t woken up not even once…this left Dazai terrified he only thought of the worst outcome. Though before u hit one month of being unconscious you woke up, every emotion hitting you but the one hitting you the most was shock and fear. You couldn't believe you were alive, and you also wondered who brought you to the hospital but soon realization and memories hit you. Dazai found you laying unconscious, you couldn't help but have guilt. Your poor husband finding you unconscious and unresponsive was a horror to think about.

You were so deep in thought you didn't notice Dazai practically tugging you into a hug crying his eyes out on your shoulder. [name] my love I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you, I'm sorry I failed you I was so scared, I was so scared of you leaving me like everyone” he said between broken sobs. “Dazai dear I'm sorry for being so careless I really should've seen it coming” you say through your tears.

To say the least, dazai is happy you're alive and that's all that matters to him.

Nakahara Chuuya

You and Gin were sent on a mission personally requested by Mori, which was odd since usually, he would have you take missions with Chuuya since he had his suspicions here and there. You always found your boss “odd” he always figured out things even he was told which was a scary thought.

On the mission, you were told to play a fair person and your objective was to woe the victim over and that's when Gin strikes. Though it was easier said than done, during the night you felt like something was coming for you or that you were being watched but you pushed your thoughts away for the sake of the mission. You found something quite odd about your victim he looks like a former mafia member though you've never seen him, you feel like his name was mentioned somewhere.

Fortunately, before the night ended you got the victim to think that you were an innocent person trying to get help from him for your company on how to grow it etc. But he knew you were from the mafia he had his eyes on you ever since you stepped in, he knew Mori would send an executive to assassinate him during this party. You had a feeling that your facade was seen through like clear glass, which made the gut feeling start to tell you “leave” or “go home” but you knew being in the mafia your life was always on risk.

Chuuya on the other hand was sweating and shaking something was telling him to watch over you that night, he had a feeling Mori had some plan since usually he would send him with you and no one else. So while you and Gin were on your way to the party he followed you guys but decided to stay hidden until he felt he was needed.

You were unexpectedly brought a handkerchief to your mouth making you pass out. Otherwise, Gin was concerned about what could have happened to you, you weren't giving her any sign to strike..unless the struck first which had her panicking since she also didn't see the host anywhere. She Knew something was wrong, so through her headset she let everyone know “Code red, our executive is missing”. Just hearing this made Chuuya jump and head to the party area before he knew it, he was frantically searching for you everywhere in the area but had no luck he couldn't find you and this made him more frustrated he couldn't believe he took his eyes off you for a bit and you were MISSING.

It was days maybe 3 days since the incident they had you tied to a chair with handcuffs tied to both hands making it impossible to use your ability. You were so beat up all these days tortured just for some information you didn't have. “Now where is that supply box” he spoke, another hit towards your ribs but you stayed silent. “OH SO WE ARE GONNA PLAY THE SILENT GAME ARE WE?!” he says but before you were hit again the doors of the area were crushed open before you knew it Gin ran to you and untied you, and carried you to the truck where they already had a medical professional on board.

Meanwhile, chuuya made sure this man was dead and he made sure that he paid for what he did to you. Chuuya had rage in him, the state he found you in made me sick and sad, how could this asshole do this to you. After his job was chuuya got back to the truck where the doctor talked to him. “Sir they will be unconscious for a few days maybe a few hours if lucky but they had a few broken ribs and a few bruises to the head”. He couldn't believe what he heard, he felt the rage he had earlier come back to him, but he kept his composer just nodded to the doctor.

He was now facing you he felt his heart shatter to 100 pieces the pain and guilt he felt was eating him alive. “If only I got there earlier” or “I should've taken the mission but compared to other missions this was one of the least dangerous. He knelt near your bed while holding your hand slowly letting the tears down.

After 3 days you finally open your eyes looking around the unfamiliar room it looked nothing like the mafia hospital room which relieved you, you didn't have to deal with mori and his annoying overbearing antics, how u hated him and wanted someone to take his spot.

While lost in thought u turn to see flowers and a note on the bedside, you grabbed them smiling to yourself already knowing who it was. As you looked at the flowers you open the note slightly smiling as you read. “My dearest [name] I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you as I vowed to you I will, so after you feel better let me take you out to eat, sincerely yours Chuuya Nakahara” but before you finished you saw the end “ps I’ll visit you later I'm on a mission right now”. You never knew how you got lucky with such a man but honestly, it did take you guys a while to be where you are at right now.

Later…

You were sitting down reading a book when you heard the hospital door bust open, at first you thought it was an enemy attack but you were relieved to see Chuuya at the door with a little box at hand. “My love” you heard Chuuya speak “I got you this,” he says as he gives you the box. You were shocked, to be honest, you weren't expecting anything so when u recognized the jewelry box you began to cheer up. “Thank you dear you didn't have to,” you say smiling at him while opening the box, to your surprise there was a gorgeous necklace that you'd been wanting for a while but couldn't get your hands on it, so it was surprising to see Chuuya get ahold of such an item.

You felt your eyes start to tear up as you pulled Chuuya into a tight hug and whispered “Thank you my love I couldn't ask for someone more amazing than you”. Chuuya was surprised by your sudden action but didn't complain at all. “My love I'm sorry for not being there on time,” Chuuya said his voice cracking “If maybe I was there earlier this could've been avoided”. “Chuuya it's ok, I'm fine I'm here with you look on the bright side at least we got him” you say softly.

Chuuya knew you were right, he was just happy you were alive and with him still.

#bsd x reader #dazai osamu #dazai osamu x reader #chuuyabsd #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara #chuuya nakahara x reader

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rassicas · 2 years ago

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I think the concept behind Grizz is solid: a Former Bear who inadvertently Ship Of Theseus'd himself into Not Being A Bear Anymore ties neatly into the running theme of Judd and Lil Judd being the Only Mammals left: Mr. Grizz, whatever he is now, no longer counts as a mammal. But in execution... Yeah. They should have focused on the "Ship Of Theseus angle" and the fact that, in his attempts to bring back mammals, he's become more like the organisms that he's trying to destroy.

Ive gotten about a good few dozen comments on YT about this exact thing. but half of them being annoyingly condescending in the process for not bringing up this analysis in my Live (keyword live) reaction of me hating on the bear. i dont think ive really addressed how i feel about this particular thing because of how rude ppl were, but its been a while and youre being nice so long post incoming Anyway yes im very much aware of this 'ship of Theseus angle to grizz, I did see that "in defense of grizz" video. And honestly I do agree it is something about him that has interesting potential if they'd leaned into it more. Much of my distaste with the ending of ROTM is the build up and execution. They made the bear foreshadowing laughably obvious years too early, and then all the poor fools like me who care too much about splatoon's story had faith that "surely the splatoon team, who just made a story as surprising and serious as Octo Expansion, wouldn't handle foreshadowing the identity of their next major villain that badly" took the biggest L. IF the splatoon team had been more blatant that the Judds were the last mammals left throughout the series (the only time it was directly stated that all mammals were extinct before ROTM? in a dev interview. and for years nobody wanted to believe it whenever i tried bringing it up lmao.) if they weren't that on the nose about the bear imagery. if the only solid piece of deception they had about Grizz not being a bear in the entirety of splatoon canon wasn't in a paid artbook... if they were more deceptive about the fact, I'm sure i wouldve been a bit more accepting of the idea of him secretly being a bear from earlier on, and it would've been a cooler reveal. But surface level knowledge should be called into question by looking at the deeper evidence, not the other way around.

The ineffectiveness of the bear reveal is a culmination of Splatoon doing a frankly, bad job at putting whats supposed to be basic, important, worldbuilding knowledge in the game. I think the intended effect of the bear reveal was that the general audience of fans were supposed to have been like "woah, but all mammals are supposed to be all dead holy shit i cant believe hes a bear." and that info was supposed to put a wedge in the bear theories. but when 95% of the player-base anticipating splatoon 3 had no idea that all mammals (except the judds) are supposed to be extinct in the splatoon world and how that's an important part of its worldbuilding up until the announcement of the story mode, if at all...idk man thats pretty bad.

The way the info about mammal extinction was worded in the official news posts sounds like it was supposed to be common knowledge for Splatoon fans, not a surprise like it ended up being.

Anyway back to the execution, it would've been cooler if they'd leaned into that horror element, the fact that he's hardly even a mammal anymore. I think the implication is there. It is cool and fucked up in Splatoon's signature way! But again, I agree it would be better if it was played up or even acknowledged once directly, like in log.exe. Even with all the potential for bear Mr. Grizz to be cool, the years of too-blatant foreshadowing leading to a frustratingly disappointing reveal and the exact annoying plot holes i feared of has permanently soured the concept of him being a bear to me.

#asks #return of the mammalians #i also get a lot of but what about dramatic irony!#soooo many signs point to the intent of it being a serious surprise #doesnt help that the eng dialogue added in a fuckton of goofiness that wasnt even there in the original #it wasnt intended to be dramatic irony period

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whitetaileddeer · 2 months ago

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Extracts from Gio’s diary.

a little transcript in case my handwriting is too terrible:

august 2021 (before first breakup with aaron)

you are expanding and constricting in blues and purple, bruised lungs, beaten and deoxygenated above me. me, trapped in your ribcage. i feel like the body who’s spleen i sleep on had swallowed a stone, and i’m just rattling around your torso.

i wish i was buried between someones vertebrate but theres no one around to eat me. i dont think im a very a pretty stone, maybe id be more edible if i were smaller or if i were a kinder stone. i dont think people would care that i was hard to swallow then. But im not a pretty stone and im not a smart stone so they feel every scratch as i drag myself down their oesophagus.

I think it would be better if people got operations and surgeries to remove me anyway. i dont want to be in there anymore, i want to turn faster and farther in between their organs so they take me out. i dont really want them anyway. i want to be a stone on the shore, i dont think id be on a shingle beach. i dont know if there are any stones anymore, i think im the last to be removed. ive been feeling sick a lot more recently, my heart beats so fast and heavy in my chest. it shocks me

i think sometimes its easy to forget im alive, im just going through the motions

october 2021 (just moved schools)

“I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth / I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and fathomless as myself”

I cant begin to understand him, his heart is pouring out love for everyone that passes him, how could he feel more connected to uncaring strangers than uncaring nature? the stranger chooses not to care, chooses to loathe and anger, nature has no say in it. It creates storms and tsumanis and fells trees and cleaves land in on itself through no fault of it own, through no choice. Maybe the stranger doesnt have a choice either, maybe that is nature, a passage of self and outward destruction writen into genes and dna and into lines of bark and blades of grass. Maybe its nature not to care, but that makes me too sad to believe. and anyway, if i was to be hurled into an uncaring sea or an uncaring crowd of strangers, id ask to be ploughed against rocks and turn sea foam pink, i dont like strangers.

I need to stop thinking about that stupid passage about his stupid abundance of understanding. I need to read something else, probably do some homework or something.

#my ocs #oc #ocs #original character #writing #original characters #oc artwork #oc art #original charater art #art #ignore the fact some of this is taken word for word from my old diary #we dont need to talk about that

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arsonstick · 3 days ago

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tell me abt ur favorite oc!!!

OK!!! you migjt want to sit down for this one. also its under cut cause i accidentally made it really long sorryyyy

his name is dr. allistair mothh (hes the one ive been obsessively posting about recently) and he sucks soooooo badly </2

basically his story is. hes a general surgeon who studied alongside a "dr emoto." him and emoto grew closer and closer as they went through school together, and often danced a line between best friends and romantic partners

now mothh is the type of guy who doesn't like to not know things. hes a very organized person and it only doesnt really bother him is if it's on his terms. he'll do whatever he can to get an actual answer. so him and emotos relationship was very frustrating to him. he wanted a defined label. tbh hed probably be fine with either he just wanted an answer

anyway. after they both finished their education, mothh was offered a job by the government (mary bell radiation authority) that ran the school (mary bell university, located in mary bell township). he accepted the offer, only because he assumed emoto had both gotten and accepted the same/a similar offer. he thought they would still have time to work it out....

but! emoto didnt. and by the time mothh found out it was too late and it was already time for him to leave. womp womp

anyway. while mothh was doing his job way off in Somewhere™️ a group of arsonists burnt down the MBU, which not only educated people but held a majority of mary hell township's records.

emoto i think he stayed in mary bell township, but he died prematurely (this is still kinda up in the air. dont take my word for any of this paragraph) and his records were kept in MBU. however. due to the burning of the MBU. his records were permanently lost

mothh came back to mary bell township, only to find out that. not only did his only chance to rectify anything was gone, but his beloved university had been burnt down to the ground and almost everyone he knew had either died or moved away

so basically he comes back to loss after loss, and he doesnt really know how to take it. hes a very introverted person, and it takes a lot for him to be willing to talk about. anything really personal. much less something on this scale

so he gets stuck in the cycle of grief, getting angrier and angrier and eventually he starts twisting around his memories of emoto

he starts to think that maybe emoto hated him for still taking that job even though he knew they wouldn't be together. he starts to think that emoto held a grudge for that, and that maybe he couldn't have saved their relationship after all

this leads to him denouncing any connection with emoto (maybe. i might change that i came up with that a While ago and idk if it fits anymore)

theres more but! that is spoilers for Some People who Follow my Blog so i wont post them here <2 also theres more characters to explain for it to make sense and i. already have a wall of text here

to thank you for reading so far!! heres some Mothh Fun Facts!

hes actually based off of an album! albeit i did. add a lot to his story. the albums surgery by machinery of the human heart btw

if i had to pick 3 bands to represent him it'd be machinery of the human heart (duh), los campesinos!, and the mint chicks in that order

ive gotten two people to draw him so far <<<<2222

hes arospec allo to me... best label that fits him is cupioromantic but the way i described it is "someone whos aro but wouldnt mind being in a romantic relationship. like they would prefer other types but if push came to shove theyd do it"

a lot of people in his story are references to other songs! emotos one, as well as the whole. "mary bell" thing

the song that i think is the most himcoded (outside of any tracks off surgery) is we are beautiful, we are doomed by los campesinos!

#arsonanswers #dr mothh

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lorillee · 2 months ago

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anyways so i finished the first four chapters of yakuza 0 last night/early this morning if youre picky. initial thoughts (this will not be organized in any sort of way)

gameplay is very fun its honestly impressive how much love was poured into this game. like all the minigames alone are crazy but also just like the little details like how you can bump into the background characters on the street and theyll like complain lol

i also really appreciate the fight difficulty as somebody who 1) does not play video games and 2) is working with a laptop and a touchpad with no buttons LOL its enough to be challenging without being like rage quit levels of frustrating

personally im still in camp "nishikiyama killed that guy" on top of pre-existing reasons of "dont recall seeing this guy on my twitter for you page" and "it would be a really dramatic reveal" if we've already got that majima's current plotline's basis is that he threw his sworn brother under the bus against his will/outside of his control then it would parallel/contrast pretty well with kiryu getting thrown under the bus by his sworn brother in currently unknown circumstances. im like at least 70% confident in this being the case but like puh LEASEEEEE no spoilers or hints

entirely unrelated but i made my oatmeal with not enough water and now i lowkey dont want to eat the rest. but we suffer through it

frankly i dont trust the real estate guy whos name escapes me at the moment at all and i think its kind of insane that kiryu does Like ok so he knows a bunch of stuff and has the pocketwatch...... But we've already established that this guy's network is like unparalleled so knowing a bunch of stuff really isnt proof he's besties with your dad and the pocketwatch could be stolen. but to be fair its not like kiryu's particularly swimming in options anyways

majima's entire situation is insanely funny They put that man in customer service.

but seriously im actually incredibly interested to see where this is going im kind of crazy about (what appears to be so far) his insane suicide plan to rejoin the yakuza so that when his sworn brother, under the impression that he bailed on him last minute, breaks/gets out of prison he will be able to find majima and take revenge by killing him and put the man out of his misery. Presumably because this is the only way he can think of to resolve this whole situation. which is of course insane and im crazy about it. But who knows maybe im entirely confused on what the situation is so we shall wait and see

i seriously odnt want to eat this oatmeal anymore its cold now :(

im VERY curious to see where the situation with this girl is going to go because like okay obviously hes not going to kill her. We went through way too much hassle just to kill her now but also like Well he doesnt really have options going for him at the moment. like the fact that she's got a Kill By deadline aside he's got literally no way to hide her since he has no friends, hiding her at his house would be insane, and. wait could you imagine if he employed her at his club. which would be so absolutely bonkers it might honestly work. like the fact that she's blind does bring into account some logistical difficulties if nothing else that its a pretty. Well distinct and recognizable feature of hers. but still

mahjong kicked my ass these tables are brutal

#lorillee plays y0

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crispy0nion · 2 months ago

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Spill the tea

with pleasure. btw this is gonna contain slight mentions of me being a depressed fuck a few years ago. also it's kinda long

ok so, about four years ago during my first year of hs, i met this guy in my class, he was a little shit but we instantly clicked. immediately became best friends, dude basically lived in my house lmao. we went on vacation together that summer, and we had a blast. literally one of the best summers of my life i had sm fun.

second year of hs starts, and suddenly he's not talking to me or any of our friends anymore. literally just ignores us and hangs out with some other guys from our class instead. weird asf, but he was being a real dick so me and my friends quickly dropped the thing and opted for mutual disinterest.

i have no idea how or why, but near the end of the year one of our friends managed to talk with him, and he completely switches up. now he's talking to everyone like nothing happened.

except for me.

he's not talking to me. actually he is actively ignoring my existence. "what an asshole" you'll say. "so did your friends say anything, maybe drop him for acting like that?" lmao. please.

this guy used to be a loser btw. scrawny little guy who would only talk about anime. then after this year of ignoring us, he had suddenly turned into this cool, unbothered guy who will destroy your self confidence in 0.5 seconds if he doesnt like your vibe, but he does so in a " i'm effortlessly funny" way. basically, he's infuriating if you're not his friend. which apparently i wasn't anymore??

so anyways, the point is he's got everyone bouncing on his dick. classmates swarm him like flies to a lamp. he's the coolest guy around, he's so funny. that includes my friends btw. so i spend the third year of highschool feeling like no one actually wanted me around, cause they had him. but i was clinically depressed and i knew that i couldn't handle any more drama, so i said nothing and tried acting like nothing happened, ngl it was pretty pathetic looking back 💀

the thing kinda peaks when we decide to go on a trip together during the summer. that was so shitty bro i wanted to walk in traffic i genuinely felt like they would be having i better time without me there.

but anyways, i survive that somehow. that was early in the summer, i use the rest of it to work of my mental health and by the time my fourth year starts i was doing much better. my friends also stopped being assholes lmao, i suspect they heard me when during the vacation i cried to my mom on the phone for two hours and they felt bad but uhm. regardless. dude was still pretending i didnt exist.

good for him ig. i decide i've been pathetic enough and just start ignoring him the same way he ignored me. the mutual ignoring goes great, i'm doing much better. near the end of the year me and my friends (The Guy wasn't there) get drunk as shit and i decide to bring up this issue. i get some feedback from my friends: one of them tried asking him what happened between us and he answered "go fuck yourself". cool. another person thinks he has a crush on me and is shit at managing it. fair guess but it's an asshole move. someone else says maybe i accidentally hurt him. also a good guess, but i didn't do anything, and if i did, i didn't do it on purpose and he should've said something. overall, we're all confused.

school year ends, we organize another trip. i'm stressed as fuck. then on the first evening, he asks if someone can put his powerbank in their bag cause he doesnt have one, and i offer mine since i was the only one with extra space.

and i guess i broke his brain, because now he's talking to me like the previous two years never happened. which is. wild.

but i decide to be nice and cool about it and go along with it. we're civil to eachother. dare i say he acts weirdly friendly sometimes, which was actually genuinely shocking for me. he literally split his food with me of his own volition. TWO TIMES. wtf???? i also dont get marginalized this time!! i had the best time of my life actually!! my bed almost caught fire but that's a completely different story.

so uhm. i spend the remaining month and a half of summer wondering if he's still gonna be like this when school starts? cause if i know one thing, it's that he might change his mind for no reason.

the answer is no btw. it's like the trip never happened. today was our fifth day and the only time we talked this entire week was when i asked him something about class and he answered LOOKING AT THE PERSON NEXT TO ME. AS IF THAT GUY HAD ASKED THE QUESTION AND NOT ME??

he and the rest of my friends (except for one who wasn't available) are hanging out rn btw. they went to the cinema. "why are you saying they and not us" cuz i didn't get a fucking invite lmao. we're back at the start babeyyyy im going to walk into the sea.

anyways that's the drama. i left out a LOT of details to avoid making a kilometric post but uhm. opinions? do y'all think he got dropped on his head as a child? cause i know i was but i'm not this much of a crazy asshole.

#sorry this is kinda vent-ish but that's inevitable with this kind of drama #wild how even as an aroace lesbian with negative rizz i still managed to get fucked over by a man #anyways. let me know if you want the director's cut of this #or if you wanna know about the bed catching fire. im open to questions

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p1nkc4tb0t · 10 months ago

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OK GUYS IMMA GO ON A RANT ABT THE NOVEL UNWIND, OK? OK.

HOLY SHIT.

guys it was so fucking good i swear.

ok so yeah, warning spoilers n shit. yeah.

ok so i really like the concept of the whole Bill of Life thing, unwinding especially.

like holy smokes was it good.

OK SO IK ITS NOT THE MOST POPULAR NOVEL I DONT THINK SO FOR MY MOOTS WHO R SEEING THIS THIS IS THE GENERAL CONCEPT: since abortions r banned pretty much, ppl either “stork” unwanted children or “unwind” children when they became unwanted. like the story starts off abt three unwinds, being unwound for completely different reasons. Connor was like, a troublesome kid and his parents just didn’t want that so they signed the orders to get him unwound. i missed why Risa was unwound but im pretty sure the state house just didn’t have much room for her anymore(she got storked there i think. she really didn’t grab my attention at the beginning sadly). Lev came from a Christian family, and churches make everyone sacrifice one of their children for God by unwinding them second they turn 13, Lev being one of them(it’s considered an honor)

OK SO the concept of storking is that, the mother delivers a child, doesn’t want it, leaves it at some person’s doorstep and then it’s “finders keepers.” however if they are caught they have to take the kid back and legally obliged to keep it. same with the finders keepers situation, got storked and ain’t no one at ur doorstep? legally obliged to keep it like it or not. however Connor’s parents once got storked and passed it into the neighbors house, and the baby rotated for a week and back to their house, but already sick and dying. Connor then gets traumatized and further on in the book he’s so overridden with the memory that when a bitch got storked she yell at them (Connor abd Risa) to take it back even tho the kid wasn’t theirs.

the concept of unwinding is that legally between 13-18 your guardians can send you to a harvest camp where you’re taken apart and given these parts to those who need it. like for example: you got unwound, taken to a harvest camp, they take your hands and give it to a guy who lost his across the fucking continent. ppl literally stopped trying to cure things, just replaced faulty organs with healthy ones. and no one really knows what’s going on in those harvest camps. do they kill you off immediately or do they wait and wait for weeks on weeks to get to you while you never know when’s your last day.

SO ANYWAY

I really like Connor’s relationship with Hayden, and tbh if they would make them canonically in love i’d be the happiest person on this planet. but again that would cause even further complications w the plot so i get it ig. but at the same time i don’t. Connor never really struck me as a cishet dude even from the beginning of the story, and though him abd Risa r a very good pair i’d just kinda like it more if they paired him up with Hayden. cuz first of all it would add on to tge reason he got unwound in the first place. abd like, i want a gay protagonist in a horror book is that really too much to ask?

same thing with Lev and CyTy, tho i see them more as moirails. yk, homestuck. heheh. no bc they’re so caring for eachother it’s crazy. but again i don’t see them in a romantic relationship, i just rlly like their dynamic. live laugh love how Lev was willing to go through with CyTy’s shit and vice versa.

Hayden and CyTy gotta b my fab characters frfr. anyway so CyTy’s name is actually Cyrus, but he has an eighth of a brain of a kid who got unwound and his name was Tyler. so like, he sometimes does things that Tyler would do but himself won’t, leading them to Tyler’s parents’ house and it actually made me tear up.

ALSO RISA IS AN EMO GINGER. NOT DEBATABLE. I DO NOT CARE IF IT CAN NEVER B CANON, I LIVE FOR EMO GINGER RISA.

GUYS THIS BOOK IS FUCKING BEAUTIFUL GO READ IT

i NEED to make a Homestuck Unwind AU

(imma just tag 4 moots i think would find this interesting @hiddencattoes @kovuspams @r3z1l1c1ous @imgoingtoeatyourfirstbornchild sorry guys this felt necessary)

#unwind #neal shusterman #ramblings #various #im going feral #explodes #dawg be rambling

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unknownarmageddon · 11 months ago

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hey you know that headcanon that nightmare is always doing paperwork and writing?

what do you think he's doing

i personally think he's making an archive of information on aus cuz he took it upon himself to write an active history or something about aus and whatnot, which he started first as a way to track ink and errors patterns in order to work around them, but then kept up doing because he realized that half of the aus that he's written books about with information on them, a bunch of them dont exist anymore and he's got records of them, and now it's his pet project, recording information and studying aus, like some kinda historian

which would also give some kinda. insight to like. why he sends the boys on missions to recon places and look about for certain things, and would also give a reason why he sends cross out on those kinds of missions the most because cross gives more detail than just "yeah i couldn't find it haha anyways i stabbed a guy"

that's my headcanon/rant

i also think he keeps some data or whatever about his lackies, like. studying them too basically, writing down notes on their developments because yk, theyre the closest things to allies he has, or friends, and yk, he wants to see what that entails, and study the bonds between them too, so he just has countless journals detailing stuff about their behaviors, etc etc

and then i imagine he writes a lot of strategies down, information on dream, error, just people of interest and relevance

and then he just has a Diary About Himself

maybe he has some books around that he wrote after he got out of his insanity phase directly following the apple incident, where he kinda. wrote down about his form and learned his limitations and such, exploring the different forms he could take, etc etc

cept he has that book locked up because Secrets and Weaknesses

random rant woe upon ye

what are your thoughts man?

i think it's funnier if it's just. him doing taxes

ohhhhh oh i’m not sure actually i haven’t thought about it much

i’ve always seen it like. he’s keeping logs of the states of aus states like if they’d be considered positive or negative. and if there’s any shift like one was positive and then became negative and etc. and like blurbs of information about each au like the general temperament of the people, which runs seem to have been done recently, who has visited it recently (like dream or ink or error or whatever) all that shit. so he can like. decide which aus he’d want to target or ones he’d wanna stay clear of or how ones he’s already fucked with are fairing. y’know. and also he probably finds the aus themselves interesting and he likes being in the know about something that major

i also think he keeps like. logs of any of the missions he sends the guys on. just so he has something more concrete to look back on if he needs to or just notes to refer to and just general organization or whatever. he also probably takes more general notes about stuff like what he notices about dream’s behaviors or the pattern of aus he or ink or error visit or even stuff he notices about his lackeys and deems important enough to log.

idk that’s what i think!! like he probably has all kinds of files and some complex system to organize and file stuff

also i see him writing as a bit of a hobby from time to time but mostly i think it’d always end up he’s doing the other stuff

#answering asks #chair asks #chair!!

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appleciderjulie · 8 days ago

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i think i’ve been on tumblr long enough that a new intro post is needed at this point, ‘cause the old one just isn’t cutting it

hellooo!! i’m juliie (my name doesn’t actually have to i’s, i just spell it that way for funsies)

im agender (i think?? idk anymore man) and aroace, for anyone wondering!! im totally chill with pronouns, by the way. just use whatever your heart desires

my blog is mostly art/doodles, but just beware that i also tend to ramble a whole lot too

here is the interest masterlist (which will probably be updated):

SPLATOON!! (this is the big one)

LMK

pokemon

mario (like the franchise)

kirby (again, the franchise)

paper mario ttyd

sanrio

animal crossing

epic: the musical

gravity falls

MPHFPC

ado (fav music artist)

Joel G’s ENA

one very important thing: I AM A MINOR. this blog has a pg-13 rating, let’s keep it that way, ‘kay?

also another thing: if you are bigoted in any way, shape, or form, get out get out get out of my house right now. don’t the door hit you on the way out~

MY ASK BOX IS OPEN!! if you wanna ask me about my art, my ocs, my interests, or the meaning of life, go right ahead!! anonymous asks are on, so don’t be shy- and if you’re scared of flooding my inbox, then don’t be. you are in fact permitted and highly encouraged to do so.

i’m also totally ok with art requests, i just can’t promise i’ll get to them right away, i have a life too

oh, and if you wanna message me and shoot me the friends/mutuals shot, the go right ahead!! (please do i want friends)

and before you ask: yes, you may use my artwork as a pfp/banner/whatever. all i ask is that you credit me, please and thank you

lastly, i am fairly new to tumblr (5-ish months from the time i’m posting this), and i am still trying to get a hold of things, so i hope you’ll remain patient with meee

my tags and links to my other places under the cut!!

#jullie’s art - this is my art tag (no duh.) #juliie’s yap sessions - my stupid little rambles (aka not art) #juliie’s notebook - i write sometimes. uh if you wanna see that you now know where to look i guess

links:

bluesky:

cara:

ao3:

my artwork archive google drive (this is very incomplete):

and if you want the link to my old intro post, here it is (but why would you want that)

anyways that’s all thank youuu~!!!!

#pinned intro #blog intro #intro post 2.0 #intro post

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thesoleilla · 1 year ago

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okay this is a long and specific request (sry just a random thought)

Dazai X Reader (with teleportation ability)

background story

Y/N (16 at the time) was a half time worker at the ada but was very often at the PM (btw she didnt tell that they worked in the ada) because she was Chuuyas younger sibling (only by one year) and looked at Koyo like a older sister. she was the one that trained Gins assation skills. She was also kinda close to Dazai, and was bestfriends with Yosano. But since she was 16 she had to go somewhere to study, so she decided to study somewhere in Europe to study coding or something and got in. But while she was there she needed a job so she went around and looked for a job and she found a good paying job but ofc it was a trap that was setup by Nikolai cuz he just wanted to. But somehow she was able to become Nikolai`s student and Sigmas bestfriend. She did finish studying and all that before becoming a DOA member. Years later (21 years old now) went back to Yokoami because Fyvodor was able to get arested. She finally got to catch up with everyone both from the pm and ada (but left out that she joined the DOA) Even though she was with everyone she was alot with Dazai, so Yosano and some other ADA memebers gets curios over this and the do some thing random you decide.

the plot and the request

the reader wants to quit the DOA but feels bad about it beacause she has been with them for a long time so its hard for her (but ends up leavinf before the end)

Dazai x reader

pls no NSFW or smut

chuuya finds out about dazai and reader

looks : 155 cm, Ginger with a white streak of hair, no specific e/c, loves baggy clothes but dosent wear all the time

personality : kinda like Oda but a bit more expressive and lower chanse to get angry than Chuuya but close, loves Cheese chocolate and cats. Dislikes killing for fun, rats (fyvodor PTSD) and creepy people (cough* cough* Mori cough* cough*)

the rest is up to you

its ok if you dont want to do this :) hope you have a wonderful day/night

Dazai x F!reader: falling between stools

A/N:Thanks for the request lovely anon! Sorry for how long it has been sitting in my askbox lol- but now that my break is ended I finally wrote it! I hope you'll like it anyways!

Masterlist

You felt like you were constantly falling between two stools - No, three stools now. You knew this couldn't last. You had to make a choice. But your friends were as scattered around the board of enemy organizations as could be! You couldn't bare leaving even one of them... yet you had to make the choice. The weight of that burning pile of lies wasn't bareable anymore.

You had to leave at least one. Of course, you were going to keep some kind of connection with the PM due to being Chuuya's little sister; but you could manage having connections from the PM all while being in another organization; so the only question would be which?

Which friends were more precious? Those from the ADA or from the DOA? You couldn't just rank them like that! It was ...inhumane! Yet... it was the logical solution. And it's not like being inhumane was a new thing for you, sadly. You had been in the Agency for the longest time. It was time to send your farewells to the DOA.

And there you were, thinking about all of that in the ADA's office. Thankfully, everyone had gone home long ago so no one could witness the mess your face was making as you kept debating with yourself on who to betray. Yet, it was better not to take that risk so you headed home-

"Boo!" There he was. Of course Dazai had to be standing just next to the door, in front of a window from where you were pretty sure he could've seen everything.

"Uhm... good evening?" You awkwardly laughed, hoping he wouldn't question what he, let's be honest, probably witnessed.

"Why are you still here? I thought such a lovely lady would be home by now, bella!" Dazai playfully said, but you knew he had noticed everything. He knew what was up. Yet, he acted like he genuinely had no idea. What was he doing?

"Let me return the question. Why are you standing in front of the agency this late?" You tried to play it cool. I'm not gonna say it worked, I'm trying to do my job as a reliable narrator here, I don't wanna get fired...

"Avoiding the question I see..."

"NO! I just fell asleep working! Not that you'd be able to relate to that." You were trying sooo hard to make his mind wander off somewhere else. Not that it worked though Will I get fired if I'm too mean or too dishonest? This job is so hard I'm quitting goodbye I don't wanna be a narrator anymore I'm traumatized the author is torturing me I'm stuck in their attic please help

"How dare you try and mock me! I thought we were close! How could you!" He dramatically gasped and acted, but you knew it was nothing serious, and this banter made you cheer up a bit.

"But seriously, what were you up to? Let me guess, did you find yourself in yet another enemy organization while you were away?"

Right on point. As always. But afterall, he was the only one who already knew about both your ties to the PM and to the ADA, due to his own ties, so...he'd understand your situation more than anyone.

"Your guesses are too close to reality sometimes. Scary. I like it." You laughed as you said this, trying to keep a straight face. God this was supposed to be a serious moment! Author don't bring out the chainsaw please I swear it's not my fault!I'm a good narrator! Yet... you couldn't help but feel good in his presence, changing your normal behaviours... you weren't supposed to laugh at times like this! And this is going to get me killed ahhhhh

"Anyways, I wouldn't let a lady go home alone this late!" He said, as he confidently took your hand in order to lead you out of the Agency's building. And lead you out he did as he was running through that building.

You felt warmth spread all around your cheeks as he did that, your brain soon overwhelmed from the heat rushing so close to it. "Don't pass out Y/N, Do NOT pass out", you kept on repeating to yourself.

"Would you mind letting me accept your proposition before making me run through the halls?" You managed to let out between your needed gasps for air. Fresh air... how nice it must be to have that...can't relate this basement doesn't really have fresh air

"And would you mind being honest with us? Or at least with me?

Uh oh. Honesty certainly wasnt your forte, especially considering you were a port mafia executive's little sister, yet most of your coworkers were unaware of it. But...Dazai knew almost all of these secrets already. Would it hurt if he knew just one more?

And so... you told him. Everything , from all the organizations, to the atrocities they made you witness. As you were both walking towards who knew were, you shared everything, something which you had never been able to do.

You knew that realistically, this wasn't safe, not in the slightest. Yet... yet it felt safe, talking about it with him, right here, right now.

And...he wasn't even answering. But the strangest thing was that it didn't bother you in the slightest. It felt as if you were just writing in your diary... except it wouldn't leave any trace. Which you were quite scared of, considering your past in ennemy organization.

Except of course...Dazai's memory. You thought this would scar him forever, but considering who he was... he had probably seen way worse. Which only made you feel even more comfortable in his presence.

Progressively, the buildings you were passing by got more and more familiar. But you were so focused on your talking, that you let him lead the way to wherever you were going.

Until...you finally noticed it...he was leading you... to yours and Chuuya's meeting point! At which you were supposed to see him 20 minutes ago. Oh your brother was going to be pissed by how late you were... especially when he'll see who brought you here. Maybe you'll start to understand what my life's like as a poor narrator;;

"Y/N! You're twenty whole fucking minutes late! What the fuck were you doing?"Chuuya yelled at you from across the street right when he heard your voice. That was until he saw you... And the man you were with.

"And...What the heck is this mackerel doing here with you?!" Dazai was grinning ear to ear when you finally noticed what his plans were. Which really wasn't a pleasant realization.

"Well Chibi, I'll have you know that if it weren't for me, your poor defenseless little sister would have went home alone, in this dark of a night! She could have gotten kidnapped!" He put his hand on his heart, taking a dramatic tone, which your brother certainly didn't like.

"You know she could have just...teleported away, right?" Chuuya laughed, pointing at Dazai jokingly.

"But if she did that, could I have done this?" Dazai grinned as he suddenly kissed you, making Chuuya run across the street to throw his fist at him.

Well this was going to be one hell of an explaination to make, and you weren't looking forward to it

A/N: Thank you for reading! I'm so sorry this is almost a whole year late, but I'm finally doing my damn requests now! Sorry for the wait!

#bsd #bungo sd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #dazai x reader #dazai x fem reader #bsd x reader #bsd x fem reader #bsd fic #bsd requests #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #bsd x you #bsd x y/n

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