#but then on rare occasions it’s like 5 disappearing one after the other

[deathofafangirl01]

So idk if this has been said before but where does Deuce summon his cauldrons from?

I, unfortunately, had to delete the game off my phone and all of the data I had of it so I have to restart from the beginning. And during the mines scene in the prologue Deuce summons a lot of cauldrons one after the other.

Is he creating the cauldrons out of nothing? Or is he summoning already existing cauldrons, and if so from where? Usually the magic in magic based worlds is a give and take system of some sort. You can’t create something out of nothing. And if that’s the case, then Deuce must be taking a cauldron from somewhere or someone every time he summons one.

Essentially what I’m imagining (especially in the prologue with him fighting the overblot monster) is that every time Deuce summons a cauldron he summons the closest one, and the closest one(s) happen to be the one at Night Raven Collage. Crewel walks into class the next morning and most (if not all) of his cauldrons are gone.

[teapartyprincess4two]

Corner Store - C. Sturniolo

pairing: Employee!reader x Coworker!Chris

classification: fluff

warnings: use of y/n, slow build up & slight cursing

summary: Chris is your annoying coworker who always manages to make your shifts a little more miserable than necessary, but it turns out he has a misunderstood crush on you.

—

“That’ll be $10.32,” you say, scanning the last item and looking towards the customer awaiting their form of payment. Your shift seemed to drag on, you had already been here 6 hours and still had 1 more to go before your shift was over. Not like you would be able to leave right away anyways, you always had to wait until the next person scheduled arrived to relieve you. When you checked to see who was scheduled after you, you noticed that Chris, one of the few other people who worked here, was scheduled today. Chris was always late.

You watched as the customer in front of you dug through her purse, struggling to find the correct amount of change. “I swear I have the 32 cents,” she mumbled, fishing around for the loose coins scattered at the bottom of her bag. Your fingers tapped against the counter impatiently as you watched her. How had you gotten yourself stuck in this dead end job?

“Here,” she says, finally finding the correct amount of change. She hands you a quarter, a nickel, and two pennies. She waited for you to cash her out, not realizing that she had yet to hand you the ten dollars. “Hello?! I need the receipt,” her voice holds an impatient tone as her hands point towards the receipt machine aggressively. You sigh, knowing that this interaction could go south quickly if you didn’t choose your next words wisely.

You wanted to reply with, ‘Hello?! I need the ten dollars,’ but your shift was almost over and there was no reason to pick a fight now. “I still need the ten dollars, ma’am,” you replied, using your customer service voice at its fullest potential. She facepalmed, realizing her mistake before responding, “Oops! You’re right, sweetie.” Her hands returned into her purse, this time pulling her wallet out and handing you a ten dollar bill. Without a word you take it from her and cash her out, making sure to hand her the stupid receipt. “Keep the change,” she jokes. The joke feels like a slap to the face, there was no change. There was never change. You wanted to bang your head against the wall.

“Have a good day,” you say, chuckling a bit at her sarcastic joke and offering her a fake smile. She walks out with all her items in hand, the ring of the doorbell letting you know the coast is clear. Once she’s gone you slump back into your stool, pulling your phone out to check the time. 30 more minutes and you’d be free.

You’re about to turn your phone off when you notice a text from your coworker Chris.

Chris (WORK): hey you think you can cover for me? I’m running late lol. I’ll be there in like 30 minutes :p

You were fulling expecting him to be late, but 30 extra minutes sounded like actual hell. You groan, running your hands through your hair in annoyance before replying.

y/n: really bruh :|

Why was it so hard for him to get to work on time? He didn’t even live far, you had dropped him off a few times on the rare occasion you were scheduled to work the same shift and he didn’t have a ride. He lived like a full 5 minutes away, 10 minutes if he walked. The text bubbles would disappear and reappear, indicating that he was typing up his response.

Chris (WORK): sorry, I’m waiting for my brother to pick me up. he’s my ride

Another groan of annoyance escapes your lips, annoyed at the fact that a grown man was still relying on others for transportation. The haunting sound of the doorbell rings again suddenly and catches your attention. A couple had just walked in hand in hand. “Hello!” You greeted them quickly using your standard go-to customer service voice as you watched them disappear to the back of the store. You hated greeting the customers, they always ignored you.

y/n: you always do this bro. you could literally still get here on time if you started walking right now

The customers in the back of the store were laughing loudly, causing you to once again look away from your phone and in their direction. They were horse-playing, pushing and pulling each other playfully around the store. As cute as it was, you could only think about them possibly tipping something over and making a mess. The last thing you needed right now was a big mess to clean up.

Chris (WORK): that’s not true.

Chris (WORK): and nah I’ll just wait for Matt to take me

You didn’t even bother replying to his last message because no matter what you said he would still be late either way. A loud crash echoes from the back of the store, the couple gasping right after. You sit up from your stool and tiptoe, trying to see what they dropped. ‘Hopefully they didn’t break anything,’ you thought, but you knew they had. Before you could examine the situation, the couple was running out of the store giggling and laughing.

When you walked over to where they previously were you saw it, an entire 6-pack of Coors Light busted on the floor. You wanted to scream, the only thoughts running through your mind being about how much you hated this job. Somehow this all felt like Chris’s fault because his shift started in five minutes and if you weren’t so busy texting him back you might’ve caught the couple in time to warn them to stop.

“Stupid Chris,” you whispered in annoyance as you bent down to pick the beer cans up. The beer dripped down your arm and onto the floor as you rushed it over to the trash can. You really, really hated this job right now.

—

By the time Chris finally arrived it was well over 45 minutes since your shift was meant to end. You were still cleaning up the mess from before, using bleach and the dirty mop from the supply closet to try and remove as much of the sticky residue as possible.

Chris rushed inside, buttoning up his uniform shirt in the process. Once inside he immediately looked around, trying to find you to let you know he was there and you could leave. “Y/n, where you at?” He called through the store, peering easily over the shelves as he tried to find you. But because you were hunched over scrubbing as hard as possible to clean up the liquid mess on the floor, he couldn’t see you.

He walked down the aisles, picking up a bag of chips on the way. He opened the bag, popping a chip in his mouth as he continued to the back of the store. When he found you, he didn’t even comment on what you were doing, instead letting you know that you were free to go, “hey thanks bro, you’re good to go.” You stood up straight with the mop in your right hand and the bleach bottle in the other as you rolled your eyes at his comment.

A chip fell from his mouth, landing on the floor. This irked you even more. Not only was he 45 minutes late, but now he was actively adding to the mess you were trying to clean up. “Here,” you say sternly, shoving the mop and bleach spray towards him and snatching the bag of chips he was holding.

“Hey! I was eating those!” He exclaims, attempting to grab them back from you. “Bye Chris,” you reply, already beginning to walk off, eating a chip in the process. You quickly learned that you didn’t even like this chip flavor, but you couldn’t stand looking at Chris’s face right now so you took them simply to mess with him. “Wait! You didn’t finish cleaning this up!” He called back, looking between you and the mess on the floor. The mop felt so foreign in his hands, he never mopped. You or one of your other coworkers always did that, but never Chris.

“I’m good to go!” You replied, quoting his own words as you pushed the front door and walked out, the doorbell ringing in the process. You threw the bag of chips away on the way to your car. Now it was Chris’s turn to be haunted by the doorbell.

—

The next day you were off so you decided to focus your energy on studying and binge watching your favorite tv shows. You had a few exams coming up so you made a mental note to specifically study for those. You hadn’t even reached the end of the first day when you received a call from Chris.

You debated on whether or not you should answer it, knowing it had to be a work related call. ‘Someone probably called in,’ you thought. You weighed out the pros and cons quickly in your head. ‘Pros? I answer this call and get more hours. More hours equals more money,’ you thought. On the other hand, the cons were never ending. ‘Cons? everything.’

After letting it ring five times, you picked up the phone and placed it on your ear, “Hello?” You could faintly hear the hum of the convenience store refrigerators in the background along with loud chewing. Chris was definitely eating yet another snack. “Y/n, Marcus called in again. Do you think you can come in?” Chris asks, getting straight to the point.

Why was everyone at your job so unreliable? “Umm I don’t know, I’m pretty busy right now,” you replied, staring at the exam notes sprawled out in front of you on your bed. “You don’t sound busy,” he said sassily and followed it with loud crinkling noises as he tried reaching the chip at the bottom of the bag. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You sounded offended but Chris didn’t notice. He mostly wanted you to come in so he wouldn’t have to get through this shift alone. Of course he could’ve called someone else to come in, but for whatever reason he found himself calling you.

Today was Friday and although your store was generally slow, Fridays tended to pick up around 5pm when everyone was either getting off work or picking their kids up from school. “It means that you don’t sound busy,” he replied again, still crinkling his chip bag. His fingers were so greasy at this point that he kept missing the last chip every time he almost had it.

“I mean, what are you even doing right now? Studying?” He asked again. It was a rhetorical question, but the answer was yes. A loud crunch was heard through the speaker, he finally found that one straggling chip and was now incessantly chewing on it. ‘Lucky guess,’ you thought as you began piling all your notes together in embarrassment. “I’ll be there in 20,” you replied, wanting nothing more than to end this conversation.

“You’re studying aren’t you,” he chuckles, crumpling the chip bag, creating a make-shift basketball. He sits in the stool, shifting his body in the direction of the trash can that sat in the corner so he could throw his bag away. “Shut up,” you grumble, getting up from your bed to start getting ready.

“KOBE!” He shouts, throwing the bag in the direction of the trash can with a swift flick of his wrist. He missed terribly and the bag hit the floor with a soft thud.

—

You arrive to work 20 minutes later, mentally preparing yourself for the long 8 hour shift ahead of you. When you walked inside you noticed Chris had a long line of customers forming, all of them holding a multitude of items. Dread filled your body as you realized that you actually had to work and couldn’t just sit there as you waited for your shift to end.

You made your way behind the counter and situated yourself to the right of Chris, motioning for the next customer in line towards your register. “I can help who’s next in line,” you said loudly. The next customer quickly shuffled over to you, dumping all their things on the counter for you to scan.

The rush doesn’t last long, both you and Chris checking customers out quickly and efficiently in order to get them out the door as fast as possible. “Thanks for coming in,” Chris finally says, watching as you grab a box of candy from under the counter. The box is heavy, causing you to heave slightly when you pick it up. Chris notices this and quickly sits up off his stool to help you with the box. “Yeah, it’s whatever,” you reply nonchalantly, allowing him to help you pick the box up.

He’s now holding the box with ease before inquiring what your intentions with this box of candy were, “you gonna stock up?” You hum in response, ready to take the box back from him so you could begin stocking up the now bare candy shelves around the store. He notices this and offers to help carry it around for you. It was the least he could do after calling you in on your day off. “I got it,” he says, adjusting his arms so the box is comfortable enough to carry around.

“Thanks,” your reply is simple, they always were. Chris had never been able to break through to you on a personal level. Throughout your shifts you would always make small talk to pass the time and he was able to learn small details about your life, but he was never was able to learn anything truly personal about you. On one occasion, for example, he learned that you were working here to pay for your school, but he never learned what you were going to school for. Another time he also learned that you had a dog, but you never told him its name.

All your other coworkers had opened up to him with ease, sharing personal details about their life and even trauma dumping a few times. He wondered why you were always so distant. He wanted to get to know you better, but he didn’t know how.

Chris follows behind you as you stock up the shelves, watching as you organize the rows neatly before moving on to the next. He catches sight of a package of Twizzlers, deciding he was going to use this as his talking point. “These are my favorite candies,” he comments, handing you the package so you can organize it onto the shelf. You don’t even respond, you just continue working like some type of task bot.

He sighs quietly, wondering if he should’ve asked someone else to come in for Marcus. Chris wants to give up, but he decided to try again, “What’s your favorite candy, y/n?” The question causes you to pause. ‘If I wanted to be quizzed, I would’ve stayed home to study,’ you thought, already wishing that these next 8 hours would just be over.

“Um… I don’t know? M&M’s are okay, I guess,” you respond, providing him with a half-ass answer in hopes that he’ll take the hint and stop asking questions. He doesn’t.

“What color M&M is your favorite?” He asks, thinking about the different M&M characters from the commercials. “I don’t know, they all taste the same to me,” you quipped back, trying to focus on neatly organizing the shelves in front of you. He was still trudging behind you and although the box he was holding became lighter with each candy you removed, it was still heavy. He adjusted the box again and pulled it up higher against his chest.

“No, I meant like the characters,” he laughs, his mind replaying all those funny commercials where the M&M’s are getting into trouble. You were silent, seemingly confused with whatever he was talking about. “You know! From the commercials!” He sounds excited, hoping that you know what he’s talking about so he doesn’t sound like an idiot. You don’t remember but decide to just go along with him for the sake of your own sanity, “oh yeah, the red one was pretty cool.”

He scoffs at this response, pretending to act offended, “the orange one was clearly the best.” You chuckle at this and it instantly puts a smile on his face. Finally he was getting somewhere with you.

Chris would be lying if he said he didn’t find you pretty. You were the prettiest girl who worked here, which really wasn’t saying much considering the only other woman who worked here was a 65 year old named Gladys, but he’d been around town and he could never find a single girl hotter than you. So, yes, he’d sneak a few glances your way here and there and was always excited to come into work when you were scheduled. Sometimes he would even come in on his days off to buy a soda for an excuse to see you.

You found Chris attractive too, but you mostly found him annoying. He had a pretty terrible work ethic and every time you worked with him it felt like you were stuck doing all the hard labor. Not to mention the fact that he was always running late, forcing you to cover for him until he arrived. Plus he was always snacking on something and leaving his crumbs all over the place for you to clean. Despite all this, he did have his few good moments. Like right now when he’s helping you carry the heaviest box in the store.

“I knew I could make you laugh,” he comments, handing you the last package of candy in the box. You roll your eyes at his comment before responding, “it doesn’t take much to make me laugh, kid.” Your comment was meant to push his buttons, but he didn’t mind the challenge. “Is that a challenge?” He asks, a small smirk growing on his face as he wiggles his eyebrows at you. This earns him another eye roll from you.

“I’d like to see you try,” you respond with a cheeky smile as you take the empty box from him so you can throw it away. Chris watches as you walk away, feeling absolute smitten by you and confident in his skills to make you laugh at least one more time in the next eight hours.

‘This is going to be fun,’ he thought.

—

Chris spends the next 8 hours of your shift trying to make you laugh. He tells bad jokes, pulls silly faces, and even does stupid little dances all in an attempt to see you smile. You laughed at his first joke, but it was quiet enough for him to miss it. You were grateful for that because it egged him on.

“C’mon y/n! Just one little laugh, one giggle, a chuckle even,” he pleads, walking closer to you from behind the counter. You shake your head playfully as you sit back in your stool and face him. He inches closer once again as his mind comes up with the perfect plan of action to get you to laugh,, “what if I do this!”

He pounces on you, using his fingers to poke at your sides as he tickles you. Immediately you burst into a fit of laughter as you attempt to push his hands away, but he uses his strength to keep them in place. “Chris! Stop!” you say in between laughter. He has the biggest smile on his face because he finally got to hear you laugh after so many failed attempts.

Chris continues to tickle you, failing to notice how your body is beginning to slide off the stool. Before he knows it, you’re leaning backwards and heading straight for the floor beneath you. You shriek at the feeling and reach forward to latch yourself onto Chris’s arms to prevent yourself from falling. He immediately stops tickling you and grabs you firmly by the waist, catching you before you can slip off the chair completely.

At this point his forehead is flush against yours, both your eyes locked in a heated stare as your breath fans against his lips. You tried catching your breath, both from the laughing and from the scare you’d just gotten. The moment feels so intense and intimate, all Chris can think about is how easy it would be to kiss you.

‘Fuck it,’ he thinks as he closes his eyes, ready to lean forward and capture your lips in his before he can psych himself out. You do the same, too lost in the moment to realize that you were about to kiss Chris, your coworker who you found annoying up until a few hours ago. Before your lips can meet, the sound of the doorbell rings through the store causing you to break away as quickly as possible.

You both look towards the front door, fully expecting a customer to be standing there but you’re met with nothing. It was just the wind from outside, it had pushed the door open slightly and triggered the doorbell.

Both of you cough awkwardly, deciding to avoid each other for the rest of your shift.

—

Finally, your shift is over. You and Chris worked together silently to close the store up and restock any bare shelves. Once you grab your things you prepare to walk outside and over to your car. Chris was outside already on the phone near the gas pumps. He was calling his brother to pick him up, but he wasn’t picking up.

When you make your way outside, you use your keys to lock the doors behind you. As you fumble with the keys you hear Chris muttering something under his breath before groaning. You turn to walk over to your car, ready to leave without Chris, but as you reach for the door handle you stop to look in his direction one last time. He’s now sitting on the curb, looking in the opposite direction of you. He’s debating in his head whether he should ask you for a ride or just walk home in the dark.

You watch as he gets up abruptly as he decides he was just going to walk home. He couldn’t bare having to sit in a car with you after what happened today. The guilt ate at you, causing you to offer him a ride. “Need a ride?” You shouted in his direction, waiting patiently for him to turn around and acknowledge you. Immediately his head turned in your direction at the question. He silently thanked God for your offer because he really didn’t want to walk home, but he was to embarrassed to ask for a ride. This also meant that you probably weren’t as upset with him as he thought you were. In reality you weren’t mad at all, but you did feel a little awkward.

He jogged over to your car, standing in front of the passenger side door awkwardly almost like he was waiting for permission to get in. “You getting in?” You asked as you opened the your car door and hopped in. “Oh. Um, yeah,” he stutters before following suit and getting in the passenger seat.

The ride to his house is silent, the only noises being the radio and the sound of the car engine. Considering he doesn’t live far, it doesn’t take long for you to arrive to his house. You pull up to the side of the street and place the car in the park, waiting for him to thank you and get out like he always does when you drive him home. He doesn’t immediately get out though, instead he sits in the passenger seat quietly as he rubs his clammy hands against his thighs to relieve some of the anxiety building up inside of him.

Chris’s mind is racing a mile a minute as he thinks of all the possibilities this night could lead to. He could get out of the car, leaving you with nothing but a simple thank you and then let your relationship return to normal. Or, he could do the unthinkable and gain an outstanding reward in return. Whatever he chose, he knew he’d have to deal with the consequences and right now he was willing to gamble.

“You good?” You ask him as you shift in your seat to gain a better look at his face. He looks so nervous that you almost don’t recognize him because it completely contrasts his usual energetic and confident demeanor. “Yeah, I just-“ he’s struggling to find the right words, afraid to say the wrong thing and ruin it all. “You just?” You push, wanting to know what he’s getting at.

Chris sighs, taking one last pause to gather his thoughts before completely shifting towards you. His eyes pierce into yours as he searches them trying to gauge whether his next move will affect his chances at a future with you. Upon further inspection, he decides to just do it.

“I just-” he begins to say but cuts himself off by planting his lips on yours. You’re caught by surprise at his actions, eyes widening in shock and arms falling stiff to your sides. His hands move up to your face, cupping your cheek in an attempt to get you closer, but once he realizes you’re not kissing him back he completely pulls away from you.

It took you a while to process what had just happened; Chris just kissed you! Despite your reaction, you were satisfied with the outcome of the night. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have-” he begins to apologize, but you interrupt him this time. Your lips are back on his, both your hands cupping his face to keep him as close to you as possible. A sigh of relief escapes him, his warm breath landing on your lips. He melts into your touch, placing one of his hands on yours that rested on his face. Chris tasted like candy which only made you want the kiss that much more.

Finally you two pull away from the kiss, letting go of each other slowly. He has a goofy smile on his face as he stares at you, taking in every aspect of your being. “Stop looking at me like that,” you giggle, covering your face in embarrassment.

He laughs along with you, pulling your hands away from your face before replying, “see, I told you I’d make you laugh.” You roll your eyes, moving your face closer to his once again.

“Shut up,” you whisper, kissing him for the third time that night.

—

A/n: I wrote a Matt story so yk I had to write a Chris story. Nick is next don’t worry lololol. Also, I’ve seen your requests/ anon messages and trust that I’m gonna respond to those too! Thanks for reading 🩵enjoy girlies!

- L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

[wildflowerluver]

when we are together

aaron hotchner x fem!reader

5 times jack pushes you and aaron together and the one time it works

cw: reader gets injured, mutual pinning, jack also gets hurt (very minor), bau reader, she/her pronouns 

wc: 4.9k

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1. carpool

you had first overheard hotch complaining about his car troubles to rossi.

everyone drove the same bureau issued suv. it was odd for one to have an issue and not the others. emily laughed and joked to the group about it being ‘old man troubles’ to which he rolled his eyes. 

“it’s going into the shop after work. standard maintenance.”

you finally butted in when hotch debated what rental car to get. 

“i can just pick you up tomorrow if you’d like. i drive in your direction anyway,” you offered. “save you the trouble.”

hotch raised an eyebrow. “are you sure? i have to get jack to school too.”

you waved your hand. “i’ll pick you both up at eight.”

true to your word, you pulled up to hotch’s apartment complex a few minutes early and shot him a quick text to let him know you were outside.

jack came barreling out first, hotch not far behind. his  backpack bounced as he ran and lunchbox hit against his leg. 

“hi y/n!” jack exclaimed as he climbed into the car. hotch greeted you with a quieter hello as he buckled jack’s seatbelt and circled the car to get in the passenger's seat.

you stayed quiet while driving, focusing instead on navigating. hotch had asked jack about his day ahead in an effort to make small talk. the young boy perked up and began rambling off about everything he would be doing at school. you were impressed with how much he seemed to enjoy learning.

it was only a few minutes before you were pulling up to jack’s school as per aaron’s directions. you quickly parked while aaron got out of his seat to help jack out of the car and get his backpack on.

before he exited though, you twisted around to say goodbye to jack and wish him a good day at school. 

he waved up at you with a toothy smile. 

“maybe you and dad could drive me to school together more often.”

you and aaron met each others eyes in a mutual agreement.

“i think that can definitely be arranged.”

2. work

it was rare that jessica couldn’t watch jack. her job and schedule allowed her to care for the young boy after school and when aaron was away on cases. 

today, however, she got swamped with a last minute series of meetings and was out of town for the day. she let aaron know as soon as possible but not quick enough for him to find another sitter.

that meant one thing, jack would have to spend the day at the bau.

aaron coached his son the entire drive over on the proper behavior. it was a paperwork day, thankfully, and he made sure jack knew that everyone on the team had a lot of work to get done. that meant no bothering them.

despite the warning, jack was practically bouncing the entire way up, more than excited he would get to spend an entire day with some of his favorite people on the planet.

members of the team greeted jack as he made his way around the bullpen. morgan even slipped him a lollipop he stole from garcia for the occasion. when hotch had begun to guide his son up towards the office, you offered to let jack sit with you.

hotch tilted his head. “are you sure?”

“i don’t have a ton of files to get done. he won’t be a bother.”

hotch brought a spare chair over to your desk. he thanked you again and disappeared into his office. you knew the young boy would need entertainment of some kind while he waited.

you took a spare piece of paper from your desk and a few pens. jack took them eagerly with a thank you and got to coloring right away.

it was far from a distraction. his scratching on paper served as white noise more than anything.

he seemed to finish after a few minutes, sliding it over to you for approval. you beamed when you saw the drawing. it was you, him, and hotch at what looked like the park. some of the scribbles were a little tough to decipher but you got the gist.

“wow jack!” you exclaimed. “i think we might have found your hidden talent!”

jack giggled, taking the picture back.

“wanna go show your dad?”

the boy was sliding off the chair and running up the steps towards his dad's office before you could stop him. while the offer was made, you were unsure if hotch was in a meeting. the door was already open, though, and jack headed in with ease.

“dad! dad! look what i made!” jack quickly exclaimed. hotch looked up from his file, expression softening as his son handed the picture.

you entered the office next, apologizing for jack’s sudden rogue behavior. hotch held his hand up, lips upturned in a small smile. 

he kept the photo framed on his wall.

3. career day

there were plenty of events at jack’s elementary school that were spread throughout the year.

he had an art show, a holiday concert, and even a mini science fair. aaron had done his best to make it to the ones he could, but there were times when work conflicted and he felt awful.

jack had another event, career day, in just a few days and the team had yet to be called in for a case.

this was a big deal for him. once aaron had told him he would be in attendance, jack seemed to work extra hard and checked every single morning to make sure his dad would still be there. typically, jessica would also attend with or without aaron but she was away on a work trip.

as happy as jack was that aaron would be there, all of the other kids in his class were bragging about both of their parents taking the day off.

haley wasn’t around anymore and his aunt was busy. 

jack asked his dad before he got out of the car for school. one of the aids had handed aaron a flier with a reminder for the event. in the back, jack piped up.

“can y/n come too?”

aaron glanced at his son through the mirror. he knew how important this event was for jack.

“sure, buddy. i can ask her today.”

jack’s career fair was that friday during your lunch break. the students would be dressing up as their future careers and even prepared a presentation for the parents who had come to see them. 

despite not being able to make it, jack had enlisted jessica’s help to make his outfit a total surprise. 

aaron and you had left a few minutes before your scheduled break to ensure enough time to make it to the school. you had to admit, hearing that jack wanted you at such a big event for him and being invited made you tear up. 

you quickly found seats in the auditorium. jack’s teacher had given a brief speech before releasing everyone to walk around the room.

jack was in the back corner. you and aaron both beamed when you say his career choice.

he was dressed in a suit, one of aaron’s ties around his neck though it was much too long for his body. he had a little bag beside him and an id clipped to his collar. he looked like aaron.

jack immediately ran into his dads legs, squeezing him tightly. you were next.

“hey buddy,” you greeted. “what did you dress up as?”

“i’m an fbi agent!” he exclaimed proudly. “i wanted to be like you and dad.”

you glanced at aaron who pressed his lips together. “you wanted to be like us?”

“yeah! i couldn’t be a superhero so i chose the real thing.”

both you and aaron collected jack in your arms at his words.

aaron stayed close to you and jack went through his entire presentation: what an fbi agent was, why he picked it, and how he can practice in his everyday life. it was adorable.

it was finally time for the career fair to end and jack had hugged you both again before running off with his class. you and aaron needed to get back to work too. aaron drove you two back to the bureau, leaving the radio on at a comfortable volume.

“thank you for coming with me. i know it meant a lot to jack.”

aaron was truly grateful. jack adored you and deep down, aaron always worried that his son would struggle with emotions and opening up after losing haley. but with you, he was the opposite.

you leaned over the center console to squeeze his hand. a small intimate gesture.

“of course. anything for either of you.”

4. emergency room

you loved watching over jack whenever you could. 

all of the team, minus you and morgan, had a conference out in wisconsin over the weekend. it wasn’t odd for certain members to not go, the bureau chose who they thought would discuss the content the best.

you volunteered to watch jack in aaron’s absence. 

you headed over to the hotchner residence immediately after work on friday. the rest of the team would be heading out that night for the conference on saturday and sunday.

jack was ecstatic that you were watching him. he even made a list of movies he wanted to watch and games he wanted to play.

of course you had been in aaron’s apartment before, but he still showed you around and pointed out where specific things for jack were. he stopped by his bedroom, motioning you to drop your bags. 

“you can sleep in here. i changed the sheets and all before you came but there’s also fresh linens in the hall closet.”

he had said it so casually you couldn’t help the blush that formed. you really hoped he didn’t notice.

you had to practically shove aaron out the door after the makeshift tour. he was running late for the airport but you could sense his nervousness about leaving jack. he finally kissed his son on the forehead and squeezed your shoulder. 

“good luck at your conference.” you giggled when he rolled his eyes, clearly not excited for it. “try and have some fun.”

“i doubt it.”

the weekend with jack went by smoothly. you did everything on his agenda and spent some time in the city too. it was honestly relaxing to be with the boy.

aaron had texted you before he had left wisconsin, sending the flight information and arrival time. you had responded with a simple ‘safe flight!’ and ventured into the kitchen to make jack dinner.

jack was bouncing around as you cooked. he missed his dad and was excited for him to get home. you warned him gently to be careful and he simply giggled before taking off around the apartment.

you thought all was good until you heard a loud crash and an instant cry.

after shutting the burner of the stove off, you wasted no time in running to find jack.

he was sitting on the floor on the hallway, the table knocked over and a picture frame scattered on the floor. your heart plummeted when you saw the blood on his forehead and hands.

you’ve had training for this. you’ve literally saved people's lives but seeing jack injured seemed to make you falter. 

you quickly took him in his arms and brought him into the kitchen, grabbing a towel to his cut. you needed to slow the bleeding before anything. you used your spare hand to wipe away jack’s tears.

“it’s gonna be okay, jackers. i promise.”

his verbal crying had subsided but the tears still flowed. your heart ached.

after a few moments, you removed the cloth and winced. he would definitely need stitches. “i’m gonna take you to get cleaned up, okay?” jack nodded.

you scooped him into your arms, quickly grabbing your phone and keys.

the drive to urgent care went by thankfully quickly. jack kept the cloth pressed to the cut and was taking it like a champ. you knew he would be okay but anxiety still nipped at your head.

doctors took jack back right away. you relayed what happened and that you were his babysitter. thankfully with aaron’s status at the bau, not much information was needed for you to write down.

when you went to follow them back to jack’s room, you were stopped. it was standard protocol for them to not let friends or family back while they operated. as much as you wanted to go and be with him, it simply wasn’t allowed.

you squeezed jack’s hand quickly, reassuring him that he would be okay. your eyes stayed on him until he was led out of sight.

you needed to call aaron.

the team was mingling about on the jet, all immersed in a game of poker while rossi slept somewhere else on the jet. hotch’s phone rang and he placed his cards down to pick it up.

hotch barely had time to answer with a hello before you were apologizing. 

“aaron i’m so so sorry,” you cried. 

“y/n what happened? where are you?”

“i’m at urgent care,” aaron’s heart fell at your words. “jack fell and cut his head. aaron i’m so sorry.”

you were crying again when you finished talking. he could tell you were trying to muffle your sobs with your hand.

“y/n,” aaron needed to calm you down before anything. “is jack okay?”

“yeah yeah. they took him back to get stitches but they said he was going to be okay. i’m sorry i was supposed to be taking care of him.”

“it’s okay. as long as jack is being taken care of, that's all that matters. i’m sure it was an accident.”

you’re already protesting his words. “but i-”

“y/n,” aaron’s voice is stern. “it’s okay. i’ll meet you at urgent care when we land. shouldn’t be more than thirty minutes.”

he was going easy on you and you knew it. 

the thirty minute wait seemed to go by agonizingly slow. a doctor had come into the waiting room and let you know that they were beginning the stitching. the cleaning had taken longer than intended.

you shut your eyes when someone sat down next to you. you knew it was him. you knew you should turn and talk to aaron but the guilt was all consuming.

he finally took the first words. “how’s jack?”

“he’s good. getting his stitches now. aaron i’m-”

“y/n, it’s okay, really. please don’t apologize again. accidents happen,” his words were gentle. you stayed quiet, knowing you would apologize again if you opened your mouth.

aaron’s hand moved to your knee, effectively stopping the anxious bouncing and squeezing to reassure you of his words. 

he kept his hand there until a doctor came out to which he stood up, professionalism seeping into his expression.

“you can go first,” you offered once the doctor had informed you that jack was ready to be seen. it felt dumb to have to vocally tell him to go.

aaron was having none of that. he reached down to take your hand in yours and hoist you to your feet, pulling you after him to jack’s room. aaron entered first, hugging his son tightly.

“hi jackers,” you greeted quietly after stepping into the room.

the young boy bit his lip as tears welled in his eyes. “i’m so sorry.”

aaron looked at his son. “what for buddy?”

“i was running when i wasn’t supposed to and i got hurt.”

you took a seat on the bed beside him, carefully wrapping an arm around his shoulder. he leaned into you as aaron occupied the other space beside him.

“it’s alright. i’m just glad you’re okay.”

5. hurts

there was always a risk when a friend, a lover, anyone close to you was in a potentially dangerous line of work.

you and aaron had gone through it a few times with him and foyet and various members of the team. you, however, hadn’t ever been directly put in danger.

that was until this case.

the unsub was profiled as a misogynistic, psychopathic serial killer whose signature involved overkill of women. every female in the immediate area was absolutely terrified. 

you didn’t think much of it at first, especially not when you, spencer, and emily had been sent to a suspect's house. the fear only set in when all traits of the suspect had pointed to him being the unsub and you were the one who got attacked first.

hotch nearly lost it when he found you unconscious and bloody. your face had been beaten, nose swollen and lip split. he dropped down beside you, taking your head in his hands and yelling your name in pure fear of losing you until j.j. had gotten the emt’s.

you thankfully didn’t stay in the hospital very long, just overnight. all of your wounds had gotten cleaned and stitched up but the doctor had diagnosed you with a pretty nasty concussion. you were just glad it was a local case so you didn’t have to wait to fly home.

hotch had insisted that he watched over you for at least the first night. there had been other volunteers but no one was going to argue with their boss. 

you had strict concussion protocol for the first night. you would need to stay up as late as you possibly could and once you fell asleep, someone would need to wake you up every few hours. it sounded exhausting.

if hotch had any issues with it, he didn’t voice them.

you were still pretty out of it on the drive home. aaron had loaded your bags in his car and kept a secure arm around your waist to help you in the passenger's seat. he even made sure to take the least bumpy route to his apartment.

you stayed leaning against the wall of his apartment hallway as aaron knocked before unlocking the door. jessica was greeting him right away, echoing that jack was in the kitchen eating dinner. the rest of their conversation was fuzzy. your head was pounding and it felt like too much to try and tune in and listen.

“y/n?” aaron’s voice was suddenly close.

you hum as you opened your eyes slowly. 

“let’s head in,” his hand fell to your shoulder as he led you inside. jessica must have left because you could only hear jack in the kitchen.

you collapsed on the couch. aaron went into the kitchen to greet his son and get you some medicine.

despite doctor’s orders, sleep was beginning to feel like a good idea. but as your eyes started to slip shut, you heard a patter against the floorboards.

“y/n?” jack’s voice was small. you knew he had never seen you like this. “are you okay?”

you sat up, patting the spot next to you for jack to climb up. “i’m alright, jackers. just got a little hurt.”

an idea seemed to pass over jack’s face and he lit up. “oh! i know how to help!”

you tilted your head to the side. sure jack was smart for his age but you didn’t know how he could help your injuries. 

“how?”

jack smiled. “kisses! dad and aunt jess always say that kissing my hurts will make them feel better.”

you bit your lip. the young boy's heart made you tear up. “well i certainly want to feel better.”

jack clambered forward, placing a soft kiss to the cut on your forehead, the bruise on your cheek, and the brace on your wrist.

aaron opened his mouth, a warning for his son to be careful on the tip of his tongue. but when he saw you smile, he stopped.

“dad!” jack twisted around to face his father. “your turn!”

aaron shook his head. “sorry buddy, i think you got them all.”

jack shook his head, pointing towards your very split lip. “nuh uh. i made sure to leave one for you.”

oh. 

aaron ruffled his son's hair. he wanted to defuse the brewing situation. as willing as he would be to kiss your injury, it was wrong, unprofessional. “her lip needs to heal. i can’t kiss it.”

“but y/n won’t feel better!” jack sounded clearly in distress. “please?”

both you and aaron knew jack’s stubbornness, something he got from his father.

“alright,” aaron’s voice was softer now.

he circled the couch to stand in front of you. jack babbled on about how he also had special spiderman bandaids in his room and he would even let you have one. aaron’s eyes met yours. it was a silent agreement between the two of you.

aaron ducked down to kiss the corner of your mouth, lips ghosting over the stitches. 

it was a surge of emotion but one that you knew he was only doing for jack. his lips left yours much faster than you would’ve liked.

“do you feel better?”

jack’s question broke you out of the trance you were in.

aaron had kissed you. indirectly, yes, but it was still a kiss.

“without a doubt.”

+1 movie night

you and aaron hadn’t discussed the night after the case. though in all honesty, you hadn’t stopped thinking about it. 

once you were cleared again for the field, cases seemed to pick up which left less than sufficient personal time for you and aaron. you missed him. 

you were the first one in the office friday morning. you had gotten there early to get a headstart on your paperwork in hopes that it meant not having to stay late.

aaron was in next. he usually gave you, or whoever else was in the bullpen, a nod and a quiet ‘good morning.’ today, he changed his route and circled around to your desk.

“are you busy tonight?”

you nearly sputtered out the coffee you were drinking out of pure unawareness of where this question was going to lead.

you shook your head. “assuming we don’t have a case, i’m not.”

“good,” aaron started. “jack wanted to have a movie night and he’s been dying to see you and i wanted to see if you wanted to come over?”

his voice seemed to go up an octave towards the end, as if to cushion the non-existent blow of the question. 

you beam. “i would love to.”

aaron’s eyes lift. it’s not a smile, those are rare even for you, but it’s close to it.

“perfect. does seven work?”

you nod.

“great, we’ll see you then.”

you hide your smile in the file you’re working on.

right as aaron had instructed, you showed up at aaron’s apartment right around seven. you knocked twice, stepping back to wait for the door to open. when it did, you weren’t met with your tall solemn boss, but the smaller hotchner.

“y/n!” jack exclaimed, surging forward to hug your waist. 

you giggled, hugging him back. “hi jack.”

aaron appeared behind his son, lips upturned at the sight of you two. “hi,” you greeted him. 

“come on in, it’s all set up.”

you let aaron take your bag. usually on nights like these, you and aaron stayed up much later than you expected and you crashed at his place instead of going home.

you took a seat at the edge of the couch, letting aaron decide the distance between you two. when he returned, he sat a few feet away. it wasn’t enough to be inferred as him clearly trying to make distance but it wasn’t close enough either.

jack had clambered into his dad’s lap, curling into his chest with just enough vision to still see the movie.

once he had settled, however, his head turned to where you still sat. he extended one of his hands, opening and closing his fists in a grabbing motion. he wanted you closer.

“i wanna lay with you too.”

“of course jackers.”

you smiled and scooted a little closer to aaron. you looked up at him cautiously. being close to jack meant being close to him too. aaron didn’t respond verbally. he lifted his arm from where it sat at his side to rest along the back of the couch. open invitation. 

you curled into aaron’s side, legs pressing against his. jack wasted no time in readjusting himself to be strung across the both of you. you could feel aaron’s eyes peer down on you but you didn’t meet his gaze. instead, you settled further into the couch and watched the screen.

as the final few scenes of the movie played, jack began yawning and rubbing his eyes. you knew it was his bedtime but would fight until the movie was over. you brought your hand to his back, running your fingers up and down to help soothe his tired state. 

when the end credit popped up, aaron leaned to shut off the tv. “alright buddy, let’s get you to bed. can you say goodnight to y/n?”

jack slid fully into your lap, arms interlocking around your neck to hug you.

“goodnight y/n. thank you for coming over.”

“goodnight jack,” you spoke, squeezing him a little tighter.

when you let go, the boy wasted no time in all but sprinting down the hall to pick out the bedtime story aaron would read.

“i’m going to get him ready for bed,” aaron started. “i shouldn’t be too long.”

you smiled up at him. “take your time.”

aaron too disappeared down the hall and you were left to your own devices. 

you knew he wanted you to wait in the living room but your overnight bag was discarded in his room and you really wanted to wash your face and get in more comfy clothing. 

you tried to be as quiet as possible as you walked down the hallway, fully intent on going into aaron’s room just to grab your bag. that was until you heard the conversation between aaron and jack. you stayed pressed against the wall next to the door.

guilt climbed in your chest at what you were doing but what the hotchner boys didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.

“-don’t get it.” that was jack.

you could almost see aaron’s eyebrow quirk. “what don’t you get, buddy?”

“why aren’t you and y/n dating yet?”

you suck in a breath, cheeks turning rosy at the question. you absolutely knew you weren’t meant to hear it. the thought of turning away and completing your original task passes over but you want, need, to hear aaron’s response.

“i don’t think she likes me like that, bud.” 

“she does,” jack nearly giggles. “she talks about you a lot.”

you just got betrayed by a seven year old. 

aaron seems to change the conversation after that and that’s when you tune out, replaying aaron’s words over and over. i don’t think she likes me like that. does that mean he liked you too?

you’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t notice jack’s door open and aaron step out.

he sighed, not surprised in the slightest at seeing you waiting. “i know you heard all that.”

busted. 

you stammer, trying poorly to come up with an excuse.

“come on,” aaron’s hand is strong as he guides you to his room. “he just got to bed, don’t want him waking up while we talk.” 

fear courses through you. you could lose your job over all this. dramatic reaction but still a possibility. above all, however, you could lose aaron personally. it was already a barrier you felt like you were pushing

“jack sometimes doesn’t think before he asks a question,” aaron starts. oh. “i’m sorry you had to hear that.

he was sorry?

“why are you sorry?” you’re trying to save yourself the potential heartbreak.  

aaron sighs.

“i’m your boss. it’s unprofessional to have feelings for my subordinate. you watch my son too, i don’t want you feeling like i’ve been taking advantage of you.”

you wanted to laugh. aaron was always overly professional with his words.

“i really like you aaron.”

he didn’t respond at first and for a moment you think your confession was a little too strong. but then his eyes meet yours and he smiles.

“can i kiss you? properly this time.”

you hummed. “please.”

aaron’s lips met yours tentatively. his hands cupped your cheeks effectively holding you to him. it was new, though not unwelcome.

you leaned up to loop your arms around his neck to pull him closer. 

aaron pulled away first and you whined, clearly upset at the sudden lack of contact. you had waited ages to kiss aaron and in no way did you expect for it to end so soon.

“relax baby,” aaron chuckled. your heart leaped at the pet name. “need to adjust.”

he sat down on the bed. arms snaked around your waist to pull you close to him.

“so you like me too?” the question slips out before you can think about it. 

aaron leans up to kiss the corner of your mouth, the same spot where your cut had turned into a scar. 

“i do.”

[luminousbeings-crudematter]

Should you write it? Uh, please do!😭🥴😩 as a corporate girlie I would love me some Office!Ghost tbh, maybe you’re from another agency working intel on a joint operation w 141 and he gets a kick our of teasing you bc you’re such a stark contrast with your cute lil briefcase and the business casual dresses, totally not used to working literally on site surrounded by all these military/law enforcement men you usually do work for behind the scenes in the safety of your office

PAIRING: Office! Ghost/Co-Worker! Ghost x F! Reader 

WARNINGS: that particular kind of tacit sexual tension you find in corporate Britain || sexy eye contact from across the bullpen || filthy language || 18+ only

A/N:  corporate girlies unite! || anon is referring to this post || i tried to do the prompt as it was but realised that I know nothing about how the military works :) but this is fiction, so we ball, I hope you like it anon! I have no idea where this fic going, please help :)))

Part 1 of 4 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

***

It starts simple before it gets complicated, as these things tend to do.

There are exactly two things that keep you motivated in this job—the smoke breaks you take 5 times a day, and the off-chance of seeing Ghost around the base.  That’s it.  Two things.

And one of those was being ruined by your newest friend’s lack of enthusiasm for the other thing.

“I bet he's blond.”

Simon just takes a deep drag of his cigarette, looking at you with the distinctively irritated side eye that he gives you about 12 times a day.

“Ask me why I think he's blond.”

“No.”

But you’re undeterred.  “He just has that energy, you know.  I’ve only ever seen him with MacTavish, and he stands there like a tall, sexy, dumb…tree.  Like, I bet he’s fucking gorgeous, but he’s also giving blond himbo.”

Simon’s eyes roll up to the sky in irritation.  “I dunno what himbo means.”

“Yeah you do.  You said you’ve worked with Ghost before.”

You almost want to perform a pirouette in joy at getting Simon to finally look at you.  “N’ what of it?”

“Then you know what a himbo is.  It’s Ghost.”

You don’t even try to contain your manic laughter when Simon just about turns and leaves.         

***

What Simon doesn’t understand (the cantankerous bastard) is that you’ve made eye contact with Ghost a few times around the base.  The man is more elusive than average, even in this line of work.  His presence around the base is...well.  Entirely consistent with his moniker.  The man is a ghost.  

Sometimes you wonder if it’s all really performative, but something about the way he moves in the spaces around him leads you to conclude that maybe he’s omnipresent after all.  He'll catch your attention from the periphery of your vision, only to disappear when you try to actively seek him out.  He melts into the background of wherever he looms, like a shadow. (Or a Ghost).  There and not there, all at once.

And on the rare occasions you’ve seen him around, he keeps to himself.�� Not surprising, given everything you know about him (which isn't a lot), but what is interesting to you is the way he looks at you.  And when he’s around, he does look at you.

You can't say you mind, considering you look at him too.  Even after all these years working with big, handsome, massive men and women, day in and day out, you still can't say you've gotten used to it.  And you could never be used to someone like Ghost.  

But then there’s Simon.  The other man you’re finding yourself increasingly attracted to.  

They tell you he’s only there temporarily and as punishment.  You can't even begin to imagine who could (and would even dare to) punish the big grump.  You don’t actually know why he’s being punished with desk duty, and even if you wanted to, you have no way of finding out.  He won’t tell you, and neither will your supervisor. 

More importantly, you decide, you couldn’t care less. 

Simon’s punishment means that your week has suddenly become very, very interesting.  The mood around the office is different while Simon sits at your absentee colleague’s desk.  People are quieter around him—uneasy and the slightest bit put off by his brutish nature. But you can’t deny that there is something about Simon, something you can’t quite seem to put your finger on.  The man is just...effortlessly sexy.  

You sit across the room from him, but facing him, and so every time you look up, he’s there.  The height of the desks combined with the height of this mammoth man mean that you can’t see his entire face, but his eyes stick out from the top of the desk partition, and it’s enough to create…issues for you. 

Five days ago, when you'd walked into the office, and noticed a stranger on Davis’ seat, you hadn't actually known it was him.  He was just...some guy.  A nose that looked like it had spent more time being broken than not, wicked scars running down his face and into his lips, mean-looking but with the most expressive brown eyes.  And then your supervisor introduced him to your team as Simon.  And that was it.  Thus had begun your love affair with permanent arousal. 

You must be one of Pavlov’s dogs with how you’ve been conditioned to associate the feeling of his eyes on your face with wetness between your legs.  It’s mercilessly constant and you’re left feeling achy and unsatisfied every day, having to content yourself with rubbing your thighs together for some much needed relief.  And through it all, Simon just watches you.

You know he’s interested.  And he must know of your reciprocity, because your traitor face gives it away, and because his interest is quickly replaced by smugness.  

During a brief stint of temporary insanity, you consider confronting him about it.  But what would you even say?   So sorry, Simon, you big, scary, grouch, but would you just please hit this and we can both call it a day and I can move on to making heart eyes at Ghost again? Hehe, no.

But you’re stubborn to a fault, so you befriend him (albeit with you doing most of the hard work in your “friendship”) and downplay your attraction, while he pretends he doesn’t spend most of the day making bedroom eyes at you.  Win-win.

And if you end up carrying an extra pair of panties in your purse, then it’s not like he needs to know about it.

****

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[ddanosaur]

devo la main has BPD: an analysis brought to you by a guy who also has BPD

listen okay it’s my personality disorder and i get to choose the fictional characters i project it onto

after relistening to ethersea i’ve come to the conclusion that devo is a BPD king (or at least exhibits a lot of BPD traits imo)

let’s first start by going over some of the diagnostic criteria that i feel devo meets:

1. fear of abandonment

it’s been explicitly stated that devo hates being left alone and with what we know about his past it tracks that a fear of abandonment would develop after a) being isolated, neglected, and abused for most of his life, and b) his mom “mysteriously disappearing” when he was 6

he probably spent a lot of his time at the cloister trying so hard to be “good” so that he would be able to get the acknowledgment and attention from his caregivers that he needed, but as we know from the interactions we see with him and guidance and orlene and the flashback, it’s likely he rarely ever got that

i’d also say that he does show signs of taking efforts to avoid abandonment, mainly in the form of pushing ppl away before they can abandon him first. the moment in benefactors folly where he’s trying to piss the others off enough to let him go alone is a big example of this imo

2. unstable relationships

i think it’s pretty obvious that devo’s interpersonal relationships are a mess. like with those in the church, with the others on the coriolis (ESPECIALLY amber), and with most of the ppl he interacts with

devo has a very special talent of pissing ppl off by simply opening his mouth for long enough. and imo i think that after guidance’s death he def split on amber after realizing she wasn’t going to be the mother figure he wanted her to be and id say also that he split on guidance too around the time he left the church

3. unstable self-image

being isolated and manipulated and raised to be a certain kind of person from a young age can do some serious damage to a developing sense of identity. devo has also said himself that he bases a lot of who he is on the anger and resentment he feels towards the church and the ppl in it

i can also see there being a lot of disconnect between his identity as devo, as devotion, and as damien cern. he doesn’t know who he is but he knows that he’s angry

4. impulsive or self-damaging behaviors

look, a mentally sane person would not use their body as a conduit to channel powerful compression magic through and into a bomb (something that is again explicitly described as an irrational action), nor would they dive into magically dark water while barely knowing how to swim

i could also see arguments for reckless spending with immediately getting into debt with felix, and i get the vibe that he has used alcohol as a maladaptive coping mechanism on more than one occasion

5. mood swings

his emotions seem to really flip on a dime esp with his anger. it does not take much for this guy to fly off the handle and imo he also exhibits intense emotions as well

6. problems with anger

this goes along with point 5 i think. devo shows a lot of trouble with controlling his anger and lashing out at ppl with little to no provocation

devo has a very explosive temper and travis even described him as being like an exposed nerve. he lashes out easily and is quick to threaten others when he feels he’s not being taken seriously

we don’t really see much that would point towards suicidal/self-harm tendencies, and i think there’s a bit of stuff for the chronic feelings of worthlessness and emptiness as well as stress-related paranoia, but in my head those do exist in him if you look deep enough. and from my list he already meets at least 5 needed for a diagnosis

another big thing about BPD that i see in devo is the very black and white thinking. he sees things very much as either black or white, right or wrong, and this gets him into a lot of conflict and confrontations with others. he has a very strong sense of justice and while it causes a lot of problems for him and the ppl he interacts with i also think it’s what drives him to do what he does and fight for others as strongly as he does

and he’s wrong a lot of the time, things aren’t that black and white and there are a lot of grey areas he has trouble seeing and it leads to so much conflict and tension which i eat up like a yummy treat

a lot of ppl with BPD (myself included) are very self aware of the problems they have and devo does definitely start to develop that awareness of him being a piece of shit and how he’s not great at his interactions with others

this is a very self-indulgent headcanon but it means a lot to me and devo has such a grip on my brain rn i just had to share this

[theguyinthemathexamples]

been a long while since I've been back, so here's something before i disappear again ✌️

so here and now, i would like to introduce to you all,

The Levels Of Self Awareness in SAGAU

(aka, the ones I've seen so far)

Warning(s): Cursing(probs), possible misinformation?, not really accurate?, my opinions, my humour and experience, and more.

Not proofread, we die like Guizhong in the Archon War.

1. None. Just- Just none.

As the name suggests, none. Just your average game.

No, literally, there's nothing to worry about here.

No worrying about getting sucked in while you're sleeping or anything of the like.

Nothing strange happens (for now) while you're playing, nothing like that.

No extra items, no extra friendship exp, no extra anything.

It's best to savour it while you still can.

2. "Since when did i get that??"

This is when the "getting extra stuff" and/or "extra luck" happens.

Either your characters have been doing some offcam grinding themselves, or you've just been collecting stuff for a while now and haven't really looked into your bag other than to switch gadgets.

Normally, you probably just caught one crystalfly, and yea it shows that, but either 1. it shows you got multiple, or 2. you have a tiny bit/alot more crystalflies in ur bag the last time you checked.

Maybe that's what they want you to think, who knows.

You'd also probably get lucky with a pull or more - usually nothing more than ten or so.

Your characters would also glitch a lil. Things like the sudden cancelling of idle animations, not switching onto the character you want/need, accidental skill/burst activation, and more.

Though, those only happen on occasion. It's not common enough for you to notice and just interpret as misclicks, but also rare enough to set off a raised eyebrow or red flag inside of you.

Nothing happens out of the ordinary outside of your phone.

Apps like Youtube, Google, Chrome, Photos/Gallery, etc. aren't tampered with.

You're good ... As long as the characters don't break through the 636f6465, that is.

3. "Yo," - Kaeya, 2022

It's probably time to delete and redownload Genshin at this point.

You might see hints of you - i.e statues, your favorite color/thing appearing here and there, characters mentioning someone by "Their/His/Her Grace" or some other title, etc.

Your Gallery might be affected, a few photos of a character and/or a view from Genshin.

Getting extra stuff also (probably) gets more frequent

Either you get them through mail or it just gets sent to your storage/bag directly.

The character glitches also happen a lil more frequently.

Oh, you wanted [thing] but didn't have the chance to do so? Don't worry, we'll get it for you, Your Grace. Just occupy yourself with some other miscellaneous tasks and you'll have it in no time.

Your luck also increases a lil more.

The character you've wanted for some time now but didn't get the chance to get them before? Yep, you guessed it, you lost your 50/50 atleast 4 times now.

Lmao I'm kidding

But seriously, if it's what you've been wanting for some time now, you're at least bound for one or a few 50/50 losses (unless you're guaranteed)

It's also why you (probably) get that one unwanted 5* because you wanted to try your luck/build pity.

Jealousy runs in the family, as they say. It's almost unavoidable, really. (looks at my lost 50/50s)

Hey, don't blame them! They were just... excited that you wanted to even pull on their banner, y'know?

Level them up and ascend them to level 20. I dare you.

I mean hey, atleast you'll get a free acquiant fate after you ascended them.

It only takes 7 Hero's Wit, 1 Wanderer's Advice, and their ascension mats.

It's basically a win/win, is it not?

You get a free fate, they get strength. It's fair for everyone.

You don't even have to give them a new weapon or any artifacts! Just leveling them up will do the job, will it not?

4. Caught You Slippin'

Oh, and if the Barbatos statue at Mondstadt actually changed into you, it's best if you just, yk, just look at the first • on this #.

It's too late to turn back now.

This is the "isekai" part of SAGAU, aka, where most fics take place.

This might be a major jump from the previous #, but hey, i started making this at 5AM.

But besides that, what AU you end up is all based on chance.

I'm sure you get the gist of this #. If you don't, i don't blame you.

Remember that one machine in Albedo's cave? That big rectangle/oval one? You don't? Good cuz neither do i.

Either you got sucked in and woke up somewhere in Teyvat, or you woke up to a bunch of hot people staring at you.

This part of the post is very sensitive to change, so I can't really say much here.

Just know that if you manage to find yourself at this point, you probably don't have a chance in getting back to your normal life without getting atleast a tiny bit of trauma.

C/N: Yea, it's me Your broy, chips ahoy, Cake.

Didn't expect me to post, did you? Well, you probably did, but hey, i like imagining nonexistent things

Anyways, have this while u still can cause i'm going back to nap again

Oh wait right i just remembered i haven't done my commissions

Nevertheless, thank you for all of your patience.

Peace — ★

[demonslayedher]

Nezuko's Favorite: Konpeitou

It's time for Kimetsu Kitchen, and over-analyzing a tiny lore detail! And by tiny, I mean 1.5cm or smaller.

As already stated in the first fanbook, Tanjiro reminds us the Yuukaku Arc Taisho Secrets that Nezuko's favorite food is humans konpeitou, colorful tiny candies that are made almost entirely out of sugar. They are best known for their signature shape, with a bunch of bumps called "tsuno," that is... horns.

Aha, I see what you did there, Gotouge. So in that light, I'm not going to hold back wherever I see connections to Nezuko. First off, like Nezuko, konpeitou also comes in many fun sizes. Because of how the horns are formed with the candies bumping into each other and dripping onto the biggest protrusions, the candies have fewer and fewer horns as they get bigger.

We'll get into how they are made is a second, but first a brief history. Konpeitou, like castella and tempura, were introduced to Japan in the Sengoku period by the Portuguese missionaries. Warlord Oda Nobunaga was even presented with some earlier versions of this "confeit" that had anise at its core for a refreshing finish. However, after the missionaries were kicked out, they disappeared for a time, until Edo-period townspeople in Nagasaki (with access to trading with the Dutch) developed a pan-fried version, which they named 金平糖 (gold-even-sugar). Konpeitou were a rare treat accessible only the rich and powerful, such has the emperor using it for special occasions, until a new and easier method with rotating frying pans was patented in 1903. This was already 36 years into the Meiji period, and Nezuko would had been a toddler.

The first konpeitou factory opened in 1907 in Osaka, which is when they really took off as a wide-spread treat, including being sent abroad in soldiers' rations. The first ones were not flavored, they were purely made of granular sugar and sugar syrup (a mix of sugar and water, so yay, more sugar!), and they came in four different sizes. However, the first variations came when they made a mix of four basic colors to reflect the seasons: pink for cherry blossoms in spring, green for summer greenery, yellow for the autumn leaves, and white for winter snow.

(The closest example I saw to the colors Nezuko might had had available, don't mind those orange ones.)

Throughout the Taisho period they gradually gave way to more popular sweets like ice cream and chocolates, but when Nezuko was a 12-year-old likely around 1912~1913, these would had been widely available and popular.

So how are they made today? Still mostly in Osaka, there's only about 10 factories in Japan that produce them. But only about 5 in Portugal that do, so no wonder people assume they are a Japanese invention! Although you can still find them as purely sugar-flavored and some cafes likes to use them instead of sugar or sugar cubes, you can find them in a very wide variety of colors and flavors now. Basically, if it can be dissolved into syrup, you can color or flavor konpeitou with it.

Konpeitou starts with granular sugar, turned twice a minute in tilted frying pans that are 180cm across at 75 degress C. Every few minutes it gets coated with a scrap of syrup, which gradually makes the candy grow bigger and bigger. It sounds like a simple process, but it takes a lot of patience and practice to get the precise humidity, temperature, timing, and movement to attain a translucent appearance and smooth texture with a pleasing array of horns.

If there is one character in KnY who is extremely patient and can pour that sort of effort into developing something, it's Nezuko. Konpeitou grow only 1mm per day (so it takes two weeks to make a batch of large konpeitou), but that ongoing, dedicated growth is very auspicious, like... hmm. Like what the asanoha pattern on Nezuko's kimono symbolizes. I've always assumed the vines in Nezuko's demon crest symbolized the same thing.

Alright, now to turn this into a Kimetsu Kitchen blog. If you are in Osaka prefecture, you too can join a very brief konpeitou making class to add the finishing touches to a little batch of mostly-finished konpeitou! You get to choose the flavors and colors, and for extra money, you can even add edible gold flakes or get cute jars to put them in. I got to make two batches, one based on the color and flavor already in the first batch. I was concerned out pink and green might mix, so I went with pink followed by yellow for a nice nod to Zenitsu's efforts in Kimetsu Academy to give her the perfect konpeitou. However, I wound up with a nice shade of peachy orange like her hair, and I'm sure Zenitsu doesn't mind.

I call the flavor "drink bar" because I thought a non-pick flavor like melon would be ironic and I wound up with a mix of melon and cola. It's pretty good.

The base konpeitou was purely sugar flavored and white, but with tiny ladles of syrup with food coloring and flavor added and stirred about ten seconds at a time, the shape also gradually changed as the horns got more pronounced. It really is up to taste how little or how much you want to add, they're very versatile once the basics are formed.

[woodsfae]

Babylon 5 s02e17: Knives S02 Table of Contents • previous episode

They have the space for an entire baseball field, but the hydroponics is so starved for space that one single coffee plant is wildly against regulations and is a secret passed from Laurel (my beloved) to Susan (also my beloved)?

Love the scary stories of the Down Below. It's deeply weird, though, how Garibaldi continues to be a voice of reason to Sheridan. Good character work, I guess, and I like Garibaldi a bit better the further into the season I get.

There are so many strange details thrown at us about various characters, and it definitely makes them feel more real Londo and Vir are very into Centauri opera. Of course they are, hah. This Centauri has a funny 'do. Is it shorter because he's more srs? His general look seems to be of a different style than Londo, and is reminiscent of a western casual, gentleman or scholarly look of the later 19th century.

Of course Sheridan went Down Below alone right after Garibaldi said that was a bad idea, and of course he found a corpse-turned-assailant-turned-corpse-again immediately.

Corpse reviving temporarily kills comms! Interesting!

Garibaldi: "Maybe next time you'll listen when I tell you not to do something. Sir."

lmao.

Dead Alien was staying in the Markab Sector, but was found in the Grey Sector, Down Below.

Fingers crossed for a Sheridan Gets Possessed By A Ghost episode.

Cute, Centauri war criminal nicknames.

Cool and creepy eye effect! Invisible Space Dinosaur called a Grylor!! This is great.

Forensics say the murdered alien actually bashed his own skull in and died of suicide. Seems unlikely.

Awww, Londo is still hung up on Adira from season one.

Londo: "The Centauri have bowed to the whims of other races for too long. Now we will show the galaxy our true spirit. Beginning with those, those, thrice-damned Narns."

Translation: "It sucks that we reined in some of our slave-empire colonization due to pressure from races who didn't like the violent, murdering colonizing. It's good to be back at it."

Huh, old war buddy is against the war and didn't want to see the Narns forced into military conflict. And doesn't realize he's talking to the guy who helped orchestrate all of it. Londo was either the best or the worst person to come to for help when your house is about to be disgraced. Idk which way Londo's going to jump or how this is going to land. On the one hand, Londo could chuck his old friend under the bus for his own gain. Or he could really save this guy's political reputation.

Of course Londo has a portrait of himself in his quarters. That's giving him some serious side-eye.

Susan Ivanova!!

Sheridan: "Commander. Everything in order?" Ivanova: "Remarkably so. It's beginning to worry me." Sheridan: "Do you always worry when things are going well?" Ivanova: "I don't have time to when they're not."

Sheridan gets more, fun, hallucinations! This is definitely normal and not something he should report to Dr Franklin. Anna keeps coming up which feeds my theory that she's still alive.

Oh, he did go report it to Franklin! Good move. Smartypants. Franklin is amusingly dismissive of this.

Dr Franklin: "Well, anyone wiling to command Babylon 5 has got to be slightly insane, but I don't think you're ready for the asylum just yet."

LMAO. What's a little hallucination or four compared to how nuts you have to be to take this job voluntarily?

Oh, interesting. The Markab sector is named after a people also called Markab?

Dr Franklin: "I'm also prescribing a mild sedative. I want you to relax and enjoy yourself - that is an order!"

aka, here's some oxys, go nuts?

Extremely cutthroat Centauri politics perfectly punctuated by Vir, here:

"You know, on rare occasions, I am proud to be your attache."

hah! He really is gaining in confidence.

Ahhh the Markab went through sector 14, which has been restricted since B4 disappeared and briefly re-appeared. dun dun dun!

I wonder if JMS realized that Garibaldi was wholly unlikable and shifted the writing for his character intentionally. Every time he's on screen the last few episodes, I find him easier and easier to like. Or maybe his relapse into alcoholism and subsequent recovery really shook some sense into him? He's funny and endearing now, in a way he wasn't for me since the pilot, The Gathering.

Centauri party. Always a good time to cringe out of my skin. Nothing has happened yet, but there's plenty of time left in the episode for it.

Of course the very person Londo went to for help is the one that has been trying to wreck the Laddo house. And of course Londo didn't know. He's so smug in his great political knowledge and power, but he ignored Centauri politics until something piques his interest and then he acts without knowing the details.

Vocator Laddo: "You cannot build an empire based on slaughter and deceit!"

well, actually I think that's the only way to build an empire and collect that much power, but you gotta start somewhere.

Death match!! Can't wait.

More possession and hallucinations for Sheridan!

Vir: "Disgrace is preferable to death!" Londo: "There was a time when I would agree with you! That time has passed." Vir: "Londo, this is insane!" Londo: "Insanity is part of the times! It's time to embrace the madness, let it fire you."

Maybe that really is the key. Or maybe I shouldn't take advice from Londo Mollari.

Sheridan and Garibaldi are heading to the restricted Sector 14!

Urza Laddo is much better at sword fighting than Londo is. But since I'm pretty sure Londo is in this show for the long run, this can't end with him being dead.

Garibaldi snagged Sheridan's ship, but did he get Sheridan's mind? This sector really does have some janky phenomena going on.

Damn, setting yourself up to be killed by one of your oldest friends so your family doesn't get disgraced by your political opponents is a move.

Sheridan's mind did come back with him, but he did leave behind a consciousness which wanted to be taken home. Weirdness abounds on B5!

House Laddo is no more, and its members are now House Mollari and under Londo's direct protection. That's an interesting cultural mechanism to make sure that people don't go into death matches too lightly. If you win, you get a whole fuckload of new dependents! I could also see people doing that to gain power over particular dependents, though.

Londo: "I have made many choices lately, Vir. And for the first time, I am not sure those choices were right." Vir, tired of being the Jiminy Cricket to the worlds' worst Pinocchio: "Then perhaps some good has come out of this tragedy! It's not too late to make some good choices." Londo buying into the Sunk Cost Fallacy: "No, the blood is already on my hands. Right or wrong, I must follow the path to its end."

It's a real bummer that killing one of his oldest and dearest friends isn't enough to make Londo actually change some of what he's up to or to second-guess some aspects of Centauri culture..

next episode

[bubblewrapjunkie]

ok. so. about the passiflora of it all. if you are so naive as to think that that collector crowd have any actual genuine care about tobias and not simply the value of their collection, i just have to laugh. but sure, just for the heck of it, let’s break it down.

1. no one has ever been able to validate that tobias has EVER said anything about not wanting people to hear passiflora. this “statement” has only ever been circulated by people who own the record, with the compelling source of “trust me, bro”.

2. tobias himself uploaded passiflora to myspace back in the day - that’s how we have “house of affection” (which - coincidentally - have been sitting comfortably on youtube for years without any action taken from “tobias’ legal team”). it just didn’t gain any traction, and he eventually deleted it. he might find it a bit cringe (like he does with so far noir and y’all seem to be gobbling that one up regardless of how he feels about it) but it’s not like anyone’s exploiting him if they listen to it. if that were the case, wouldn’t the people owning a copy of it destroy it, to make sure not to traumatize tobias? or are they maybe not THAT concerned with his wellbeing after all…? which leads me to…

3. the huffing and puffing about respecting tobias’ wishes is especially rich coming from the same crowd where someone (we all know who) amongst other things have shown up to a copia m&g dressed up in tobias’ old jean jacket that i don’t even wanna think about how they got their hands on. tobias has, on multiple occasions, asked his fans for ONE thing. don’t break the fourth wall, i.e acknowledge that him and papa are the same person WHILE he’s in papa mode. he gets very self conscious and weirded out when his own image and person gets attached to ghost (especially the live shows) that way. there is so much of that man’s past (photos, notebooks, etc) that is now public information that he has had NO SAY WHATSOEVER in if he wanted seen by other people that collectors have gladly published online without any regards to what tobias may or may not feel about it. maybe he’s totally cool with it, but spare me the hypocrisy, please and thank you.

4. “tobias’ legal team have been notified”. no, someone messaged richie - head of tour security for the last leg of the impera tour - on tiktok. these are… two very different sentences with very different meanings.

5. tobias doesn’t lose any money if passiflora leaks because he was never going to release that album and make money of it anyways. do you also have this kind of energy for people listening to ghost’s cover of “it’s a sin” on youtube? you know, the track that was only supposed to be available for you if you purchased the prequelle exalted box? how about the people listening to “here comes the sun” who haven’t bought the super rare japanese single that had it as a b-side? the ONLY people losing money are the people who bought the cd, and guess what? it’s not as if ALL the value disappears. it’s still a super rare collector’s item. the meliora box sets regularly sell for like $500 even though you can absolutely listen to zenith online.

6. the threat of violence was unnecessary though, however much of a joke it was. it’s the internet, someone will always say something clumsy and dumb.

[kylejsugarman]

happy birthday to the babyest baby that every babyed!! how do they celebrate baby’s first birthday together as a family? how does present-day baby feel about being 20? how does au squared fam celebrate baby’s third birthday once theyre disappeared to alaska? how does present-day au squared baby feel about being 16?

anon hitting ALL of the possible universes and scenarios in one question like beating me with clubs and sticks 😭 thank u for the questions and saving me from having to write an annoying, unprovoked post!! ill try to keep these brief so im not putting a gd novelization on everyone's dashes

their first birthday as a "family" is baby's seventh, where jesse's only known demi for like 5 months and doesnt know what the rules are for something like this, but hes saved from any awkward questions by demi calling him like (royal advisor going door to door to every person in the kingdom to invite them to the ball) "baby would like to see u if then if that's ok." of course its ok, but now he's gotta get her a present!! hes still getting the hang of carving and woodworking in a more professional, advanced sense and decides to practice his new skills by carving her a little dolphin that looks like the stuffed one she's always carrying around. theres no birthday party like the kind he remembers from childhood ("baby's not very. Into that kind of thing," demi says charitably later when he asks her about it. which Is true), just him and demi and mason having dinner at ihop before going back home for some gifts and a "the spongebob movie" viewing party. baby doesnt make much of a fuss but shes Very excited to open her presents and when she opens jesse's gift, she gets more excited and animated than hes ever seen her before as she describes each of the dolphin's fins to him and then (following a gentle "what do u say?" from demi) thanks him with a little hug of his arm. because of her joyful reaction, he carves her a sea creature for every birthday going forward and is now giving her a tiny wood barracuda for her collection as he and demi make the long drive up to fairbanks to visit baby at school for her twentieth birthday!! they're going to spend the weekend with her :) and though they dont say anything significant about it, they're both really happy that when they go back to their hotel this evening, baby is going to be spending time with some of her new college friends to celebrate :') shes kind of ambivalent as always about "turning" twenty and still doesnt really feel like an adult or anything close, but she does feel more comfortable and content about moving forward this birthday more so than any other beforehand. twenty feels like a big number and shes not as scared or lonely or anxious as she thought she'd be

god, au squared fam.....Au Squared Fam. this is literally the first time jesse's able to actually physically be there with baby on her birthday other than like. the Day of her birth. after missing the first two due to rehab and Being A Slave. he almost doesnt know what to do because its really just the three of them, they've made some tentative acquaintances here in alaska since arriving, but neither of them have families anymore and baby's fully three and thus doesnt Know anyone, so its almost like. what do u do?? he rarely lets baby out of his sight anyway, how's her birthday going to be any different?? demi convinces him to throw a little party in their kitchen to at least set the Tone and even though its just some streamers and balloons and a little grocery store bakery cake with some questionably accurate sesame street characters piped onto it, it really does make the occasion feel festive. they both feel like things might be ok :) baby doesnt really comprehend the Significance and freaks the fuck out when they light the "3" shaped candle (thats fire!! in the house!!), but she has a good time and is stoked to see elmo on a cake and plays "bap the air-filled balloon around the living room" with her parents for a solid 2 hours. its all so beautifully mundane, so normal and safe and quiet. jesse knows that baby doesnt really understand what birthdays mean and that he wasnt there for her first two (only that he Wasnt There in general for a while), but he can't help feeling periodically guilty and overwhelmed and just holding onto her so nothing can ever separate them again. and present day au squared baby is having a sweet sixteen!! just a tiny one (and no car, the dyspraxia still reigns in this universe) in their backyard, which is decorated, and baby and her friends are all dressed up so they can take fun pictures. demi sets out tons of flowers and jesse gets a baby shower cake that says "congratulations on the baby!" for the Bit, which baby honestly loves. she knows why hes so All In about her birthday and being a good dad in general, so she takes a second to tell him that she loves him and always will no matter what :')

[ravyn-pain]

This post is just to collect all my oc facts in one post that i had posed on instagram as im making tumblr my main platform now

you can read them under the cut :D

#1

Out of all the siblings, ravyn is the oldest

Ravyn is 5 years older than Blair and Silver and has a different father resulting in him being only part demon and part basilisk but not a vampire

Due to his father's actions, he pretended to not be a basilisk until in very late years he finally made peace with his basilisk side

Ravyns father is a good guy and takes care of ravyn as much as he can considering he was devoiced and ravyn suddenly became royalty it became a little harder but they have a good relationship

Ravyns stepfather on the other hand is a different question considering ravyn did kill the guy for his actions on his siblings

#2

Only Grader basilisk and certain changelings can actually copy and fully truly mimic another species' traits

normal changelings and lesser basilisks can still shapeshift but not truly mimic another species ability-wise

it's how ravyn hid his basilisk self so long he is a grader basilisk

#3

the spikes on a light vampire tail are poisonous

Their spit can fix that tho

#4

ravyns hair was braided by Roze who wanted to give him a

lil makeover randomly and he liked it

#5

Archangels that became spirits of any kind after death can still fall!

This happens to lizkana in proxy as ravyn uses a few spells that are forbidden for angels resulting in Liz becoming fallen

Liz does not mind she even gave permission a long time ago

A fallen archangel's white stars in the eyes become black like an

archdemons eyes

#6

Vyrn is ravyn in full disguise when he does not want to be recognized

He acts differently while in that appearance and only selected people know that that is him

It's how he

sometimes manages to just disappear when things are too much or something happens and he needs to be alone

Vyrn used to be the disguise ravyn used to go around while being wanted

He continued using it to just have a

break from things and from himself, he enjoys pretending to be someone else from time to time

#7

Ravyn has OSDD-1b but in his older years (when he hit his 500ers) they managed to do a final fusion resulting in him taking traits of his alters

If nothing goes absolutely badshit crazy then he will split again tho only time can tell

Ravyn is finally slowly finding peace with himself and his life

#8

Concepts are the highest gods there are (outside of the nexus)

There can be more than one concept of the same thing this is very rare tho! And mainly the concept of time is known to be present twice

Concepts only have a full concept form if they are fully initialized!

That needs to happen willingly from a person itself or with the help of a fully initialized concept

There is a 50/50 chance of also mostly losing your emotions

The full concept forms are kinda of eldrich like and can't be seen by normal people only by gods, demi

gods, non-initiated concepts, and full concepts

Only on rare occasions can a normal person presive a full concept form without passing out

A concept has a base power it alwase has But the longer it goes being uninitiated the stronger it becomes when they initiated

This does not apply to element concepts or soul concepts!

#9

about snow

the crystal in her chest

Pready much hit her heart so she has no heartbeat

the magic of the crystal is what keeps her alive so removing it would kill her It is also what keeps her blood flow going this is

have enough magic control and

enough magic to do All of the magic guardians can pull this off ravyn is the one who can pull it off the longest

#10

the timeline events were ravyn or more

Crimson went off the rails due to the hated magic that was thrown at him (not fully ravyns fault as he was talked into it by lizkana when he was like 12 and mentally a 9-year-old)

were stopped by Blair!

Blair unfortunately lost most of her emotions in the progress (strong emotions still come through and her personality didn't change too much from it anyway

but ravyn does not remember that as

Blair blocked off the memory for his own well-being so ravyn also does not know that Blair's initiation as a concept was to stop him

Blair does not resent ravyn as she knows he is not really in control

#11

Mary janes sister is blind she can only really see light and dark and the magic auras of people and objects

this unfortunately caused mj parents to completely neglect MJ, which later caused a situation that caused mj to become fallen (mj is an angel but finding a Terra orb transformed her into what she is now)

it didn't help that mj is not the strongest magic-wise

it caused mj to have a very bad relationship with her parents and go no contact

she has a very good relationship with her the only family member ahd

currently has contact with

maybe she will try to contact her parents one day

who knows??

#12

magic guardians have their own pledge they use

All kingdoms have a pledge but the magic guardians are known to not use it due to them acting separately from the kingdom (as they are technically a mercenary

Team)

This did cause confusion in the beginning but it was accepted

Also, all members of the magic guardians are not original citizens of the Equinnien kingdom while in the old Quatet now known as the holy Quartet all are

Originally from the Equinnen kingdom

(ignoring that ravyn was part of them for a good while)

As a mercenary team, they have some special

permissions

But it also helps the case that they have diplomatic immunity

They still are seen as special forces team

But what kind of permission do they have?

They are one step lower than the Queen herself they can overpower her

discussions it needed this was implemented by Lucky Stricker just in case and anything like that would need to go through ravyn first too as a security measure

They are also deeply involved with the kingdom itself yet they are not tied to the decisions tho hence why they can act commolet against the kingdom with no problems if needed

Lucky also trusts her uncle's decisions as he knows what he is doing most of the time

#13

Ravyn acts like a royal advisor to Lucky while not officially having that title

People know that Lucky trusts ravyn decisions most time and if not she has good reasons and ravyn accepts that

But Lucky knows he will go with what he believes is right but also knows we will try not to pull

everyone is into whatever he is doing except the magic guardian's members

#14

Both Silver and Blair are part of the magic guardians

Blair is the only one with ravyn who has an outside job of the mercenary group

Blair being a doctor/ surgeon

Ravyn being an escort and doc/surgeon

Ravyn is also part of the high council and magic council

This is how they can get inside information about stuff

And yes they know how ravyn tents to use the information

#15

lizkana usually stops Ravyn before he can go full-on berserk out of Rage by taking control of the body

there have been a few recorded incidents

where she could not take over in time

the most recent one being a unique case

as she did even try to stop him from going berserk when his younger brother Lucifer got killed

That so far the only case where lizkana

encourages him to go berserk

#16

Ravyn was not born into royalty but rather gained royal status due to his mother's marriage. This also resulted in his double surname, as vampire citizens always have them. He acquired his stepfather's surname, which he later changed when he married Yuno.

As he grew older, he became more familiar with and embraced his royal heritage, no longer hiding the fact that he was royalty.

#17

Ravyn despite being 5 years older alwase was behind in development as a child he was slower

This caused him to enter school 2 years late and being only 2 grades Over Blair and silver

Blair was also the first to run away at 16

Silver ran away at 17 and ravyn ran away at 24 It was also when he went on a murder spree as his mind just snapped hard

He luckily snapped out of it later on but still suffered from it for centuries

He still doing his best to fix his mistakes by helping as much as he can as he feels very guilty and very bad he even did that stuff so he's trying to fix it

#18

Ravyn and Blair had a secret agreement

running that if something happens and they dont think they can do the job as a concept

anymore they transfer the powers to the other sibling

this unfortunately would take effect in a hospital attack where Blair would permanently lose her magic

making ravyn the concept of reality and time

Blair survises but barely due to no longer being a concept her emotions block is also lifted giving her back her ability to feel emotions again in full swing

her personality is

mostly the same still just now a little more emotional

#19

Basilisks are with changelings the only species that lay eggs the egg is inside them for 1 month and for the rest, it takes 3 months till hatching

there can be more than one kid in the egg too!

hybrids still are possible basilisk hybrids sometimes take longer till hatching and if they are in the womb of someone who does not lay eggs they actually often grow faster and birth happens

after 5 months

#20

the most common nicknames ravyn has so far

Short Stack (a nickname a lot of people start using for him he loves the nickname unironically his siblings started it but he tends to call himself Short Stack)

danger noodle that one was a joke that just became a few friends calling him that)

the emotional one(he is very expressive when and emotional at times earning him that nickname)

#21

Ravyn

relationship status

Married to yuno

a lot of times things just don't work out so they decide to split but

ravyn makes sure it's on good terms and he is still friends with all of them

Also seby, Aurora, and Polaroid still live with ravyn! The house he owns is so big and has so many rooms he lets them stay as he otherwise does not know what to do with all the godamm rooms he has

Divorced but in very good terms

Seby (still married to yuno)

Polaroid

Klara

green heart

Aurora (still married to yuno)

ravyn is still poly and alwase will be if he clicks

with someone he will try and whether it works out or not only time can tell

#22

Basilisk's mother tongue is Russian!

Due to ravyn being part Basilisk and living with Basilisks till he was 5, he has a Russian accent!

A pretty strong one too thanks to his mother's decision to only communicate in that language with him

silver and Blair's mother tongue is German

Ravyn is still also fluent in Germany

due to the vampires speaking German and him after age 5 growing up there

He can obv speak English as that is the universal language

also, when angry he starts ranting in Russian XD

#23

diabetes type 1 runs rampant in ravyns

family line Mainly coming from his mother

How bad is it?

Well here is a list

Ravyn=type 2(only one who didn't get born with it and got it later in life)

Blair=type 1

Silver=no diabetes

Luci (rip)=type 1

Seeker=no diabetes

Mary and Cary = Both have type 1

At one point their mother joked she just cursed somehow

Not a lot of people know ravyn has type 2 He is doing a dam good job of hiding

#24

Crimson Crisis is a former alter of ravyn that became a separate entry entirely when lizkana managed to take ravyn intro throwing her collected hate magic away with then going to the next person with Crimson making him go bonkers and causing the timeline events

nefrinty with hate (diamond) help could completely separate

Crimson from ravyn makes him a completely separate person spread a lot about did so try to represent it right

but it is different for everybody! I have huge magical and soul aspects I need to also put in this

crimson has no ill feelings against ravyn but it took a few years and lots of therapy to contact ravyn to fix something now they are very good friends and he's considered a sibling!

Genetic wise he's a basilisk hybrid like ravyn but prefers appearing as a dark vampire! crimson is the only alter that went "evil" tho he's not evil and was just affected by some awful magic!

ravyns other alters were never evil and would never be (not that they can due to a successful final fusion)

[yoonia]

3, 5, and 38 for the ask game :)

Forgive me for disappearing right after I dropped the ask game (rip). Thanks for sending in!

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

Ooff haha I can't say if I have any specific ritual for writing. But whenever I'm on writing lockdown, I always make sure to have these three things: coffee (or any warm drink available as long as it's not tea), snacks, and music. Sometimes I'll need to listen to some music for a short while before I actually start writing just to get in the mood for it or catch the vibe I need to have to focus on the story. Depending on what time I'm planning to write: if I'm planning to write at night, I try to rest in the afternoon or after work and take a long nap so I can stay up all night. I think this is the part of my "ritual" that is cursed for me because I can't really control how long I'll be napping, especially when I'm writing after work or after a long project deadline and I'll end up getting more tired than I'm supposed to 😭 Another "cursed moment" would be when I pick the wrong type of music to listen to while I'm writing. The wrong music can either ruin my mood or send me to another inspiration train. Like the last time I sat down to finish Ever A Never After and played my smut writing playlist and then I ended up writing a pwp smut fic instead. fun times.

5. Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true?

I'm not sure if these are considered a superstitions, but I do keep up some habits that I've developed since I first starting writing and sharing my works. One, I try to post my fics on Monday (my time) and avoid publishing anything on Friday or the weekends. I don't have any superstitious reasons in general. At first it's only because some days fit my schedule the best and I'm a person who works better when I have a target or order set up for myself. But then it somehow grew to make me feel uneasy when I miss a posting day or if I'm posting at a different time of the week. Surprisingly, sometimes it does matter when I'm posting something. My fics rarely get a lot of traction when I post other than those two days, but maybe that's only in my head haha. Two, I often set up posting schedules for Patreon and releases for special occasions on Tumblr based on dates related to number 5 (on the 5th, 10th, 15th, and so on). I can't remember why I started doing this but I guess setting up habits do work a lot for me to stay focus.

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

Lmao. Okay, so I've mentioned a few times on my writing tips & tricks posts that I don't always work in linear way and would often jump around between scenes. I know some others might do this a lot too so it might not sound weird, but there are three things that I do in my writing process whenever I get stuck on a scene or the fic in general. One, when I'm jumping around but still have no clear vision of the scene that is happening in some parts, I'll fill in that scene with dialogues. Sometimes it helps me picture what's going on, what the characters might be doing as they speak, their expressions, etc when I get the characters talking to each other. Oftentimes, I write the entire conversation from start to finish to get a scene done, and then I'll go back to add/insert the actions, expressions, some other details needed to help build the scene into something that people can see happening between then (idk if that makes sense? lol) Two, when I'm stuck in the middle, I'll often jump straight into the smut scene (when the fic needs one, or two, or more). I'm not sure why, but working on the smut scenes first often triggers my brain into filling in what events that would lead these characters into this situation. For short fics with smut, I often start from the actual smut scenes first before going back to write the events leading to it and other details needed to build the story. Three, is when I get stuck and I jump straight to the last line of the fic. One of the most helpful advice I've read about writing is that "your first line/sentence to open your story is important to gain your reader's interest." Well, in my case, writing the last line/closing line first often helps me set the tone of the story. As weird as it is, I've found this helpful a couple of times before. Although there was a time when I did this and that "last line" ended up turning into a whole epilogue (*coughs* In Motion *coughs*) so there's that haha

Additional note: learning from my own cats, I think they think of us as their silly, furless, clumsier, and maybe dumber companions. Just cats like them that walk on their two feet. That's why they never see us as their "master" lol

Ask game: Weird Questions for Writers

[lurkiestvoid]

fwiw i have been out for like. going on two decades now, and I still don't know what labels best fit me and most days I don't really care, but sometimes I do still feel a little lonely or lost or confused. And that's okay!

I have major dysphoria with my face, body, and voice, but I have no idea what gender I'm aiming for or how I feel most comfortable. Sometimes it changes, sometimes it disappears. Sometimes I feel a lil masc internally, and on rare occasions I have femme urges but I'm never happy with the results. Most days I just feel the absence of the whole spectrum like a void, wish I could exist wholly outside of it, wish I didn't have to acknowledge it or be judged by it at all. I slap on 'nonbinary' even though it still doesn't quite feel like it fits exactly, and go about my life.

Same with my attractions. I like women, at least, i always have, that I now know for a fact but only discovered in the last several years; before that I was pan, before that I was bi, and before that I was a little kid convinced by her family that the only option I'd ever have was men. It took many, many years and my wife coming out as trans and my deeply oppressive sole father figure passing away before I really truly felt free enough to look so deeply into myself and came to terms with the fact that my interest in (cis) men was a trained and enforced response. Compulsory.

But do I only like women? Do i simply like femme-presenting and identified folks, or sometimes masc ladies? Do I sometimes, 1-5%ish of the time, find dudes or other genders or presentations attractive?? I have no idea, but I know I very much like women, in a wide variety of types but all women, as far as I can tell, so I call myself 'lesbian' and go on about my life.

And again, same with my sexual attractions. I've been so deep in depression and daily stress/ors for so many years now that my sex drive is functionally dead, and due to our circumstances we haven't had any, uh, opportunities to rekindle that in going on a year -- and, to my surprise, that doesn't bother me like it would have ten years ago. BUT as a young adult, I was unfathomably hypersexual, and after years of unpacking that I found at least the majority of it was trauma- and mental health-induced.

Was I/am I maybe ace, actually, now that I've peeled back so many layers? Am I genuinely sex-repulsed/avoidant or is it the long-term depression, or just new flavors of trauma? Or a combination? Or aging? Or a new medical symptom?? I don't have an answer for this one and don't really feel like solving it anytime soon, so most days I really just ... forget about that side of myself, like it never existed, and forget to miss its presence.

I'm sure identities can feel much more urgent and declarative when one is still dating -- feeling the need to accurately identify yourself for your own purposes or to find a compatible partner or community is absolutely and perfectly valid -- but, sometimes, like with my own family, external pressures can make us feel forced into choosing, or choosing right now and choosing correctly. And it doesn't have to be like that.

I have the privilege and honor and luxury of a loving, supportive, understanding long-term partner already, and so that certainly lessens my need for immediate answers; I can take my time and fully explore myself, or just put the book down and come back to it some other time, whenever I want.

But it's just ... okay, if you don't know. It's okay if it takes you a while to figure it out. It's okay if it changes, in pieces or as a whole. There is no 'due by' deadline or 'best by' date. You can't invalidate your own past by growing and changing. The people who love you, love you.

It's all self-exploration and it's all valid.

[friendlyneighborhoodmomfriend]

You claim to not get a notification that I messaged you, yet I saw you "read" my message an hour and a half after I sent it to you. And then you finally answer me 22 hours later.

Oh? So, let me get this straight. You're meaning to tell me that your little notifications that you constantly get day in and day out included literally everyone else but me? Really? I'm the ONLY ONE you didn't get a notification from? You didn't "notice" that your supposed "best friend" messaged you, but you flawlessly and happily answer everybody else who messages you? You didn't think something was wrong when you didn't hear from your supposed "best friend" for several hours? I saw you active plenty of times throughout the 22 hours I didn't hear back from you, on top of seeing you post on Facebook all day. You know what? Stop fucking lying to me. This is pathetic.

I'm done chasing after you. I'm done trying to get your attention. I'm done trying to salvage and put any effort into this pathetic friendship that I've been pointlessly crying over for the last month and a half. You say "it's nothing against you," yet your energy towards me is so different now. Whether it's texting or verbal, you don't seem happy or excited to hear from me anymore. We used to keep each other company throughout the day no matter how chaotic things were, but now you're blatantly ignoring me and ghosting conversations until it's convenient for you to respond to me again. Our video chats become shorter and shorter, and we barely say anything anymore. On the rare occasion that we actually do, they just consist of: 1. You laying down with your phone camera pointed towards the ceiling so I couldn't even fucking see you. 2. You playing a videogame and giving me one word answers if I say anything to you. 3. You smoking weed/cigarettes as I'm literally watching you stare at your screen responding to messages, reacting to Facebook posts, and other things that you're clearly more invested in than a video chat with your supposed "best friend" that you claim to "miss so much." If I'm supposed to be your "best friend" and you "miss me," why the fuck don't you treat me like your best friend? The fact that you literally message other people while we're video chatting means you clearly have no problem responding to other people, but when it comes to responding to me, I get left on delivered/read and have to wait 19 and a half hours or longer to hear back from you. You're straight up ignoring me now. Any inkling of conversations we do have, get dropped mid-way through because you get "distracted." I'd message you at 5:45pm, you'd read my message at 6:30am the next morning, but you wouldn't reply to me until nearly 4 in the afternoon...yet I see you posting shit and reacting to/commenting on other people's posts since I messaged you at 5:45pm the day before. But you're just "so busy," right? "It's nothing against you," you say. Really? Well not for nothing, asshole, but I would never pull any of the things you've been doing to me lately. I would NEVER ignore you if you wanted to talk to me. I would NEVER leave you on read/delivered for 12+ hours. I would NEVER disappear mid-conversation with you. I would NEVER give you one word responses or give dry/emotionless energy towards you without a fucking explanation. I would NEVER respond to other people's messages while I'm videochatting with you because IT'S FUCKING RUDE. So, EXCUSE ME for taking this personal. You know, you really are a shitty friend. All of these years I've been assuring you, and trying to convince myself, that you aren't, but now that I see how you've been treating me like a fucking afterthought for the last month and a half, it's no wonder you barely have friends. It's no wonder you can't get a fucking girlfriend. If you don't want to talk to me anymore, fucking tell me that so I can stop wasting my time trying to squeeze into your life when you clearly don't want me there anymore. Which makes absolutely no sense to me because I've been there for you since day 1, never left your side, and was there when literally NOBODY ELSE WAS THERE. I'm sorry my friendship isn't beneficial to you anymore. I'm sorry my friendship isn't enough to include me in your life anymore. I'm sorry I'm not much fun to talk to anymore. I'm sorry I'm not as interesting and cool as everyone else anymore. Hope you have a lonely life.

[paigelts05]

FNAF Renegade AU - Purple man

https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/FNAF-Renegade-AU-Purple-man-redraw-841115792

Published: May 9, 2020

This is kind of a replacement for that drawing I did of Vincent Taylor with the other Renegade AU redraws (hence this being 2020 and the prior three still using the 2019 art). That drawing of him made his head look big and the pose was jank, so I finally got round to redrawing it so he can actually look decent like the rest of the set. And fun fact, Vincent Taylor wanted to be a gardener, but couldn't because he had to become a hitman. Now here it is, the fourth of the set, redrawn because the older one only got posted because I needed to post it and it was my best attempt at it at the time. This time, I actually got the anatomy OK and had time, so didn't rush, so take this as the replacement. Now, time to repeat the AU parts of the old post so this can be the actual replacement: Here is the fourth drawing of six, Vincent Taylor: the hitman with a cold demeanor and no true emotions of his own. A cold calculating killer who works as both head of security at Freddy's and kills targets for that same company. "Everything I do is choreographed, by either the client or myself. I don't feel unless I'm told what to feel. I don't usually talk to my targets unless instructed to. I've spend so much time on contracts like this that I have forgotten how to feel anything but empty." ---------------------------------------- Real Name: Vincent Vincenzo Taylor Nick-name: "Purple Guy", "The purple man". Gender: Male DoB: 21-1-19?? Blood type: O No known medical conditions or fears. Personally: He has trained himself to only feel emotions when instructed to, so doesn't really have any emotions of his own. As a result of this, he tends to act cold and blunt, with his former and more sympathetic self only coming out on rare occasions as a result of being in immense pain (Physical or emotional, but usually emotional). Whilst not actively working on a contract, he tends to act posh, sophisticated, and professional, but all that is is an act. Story: Raised by his parents to be an efficient killer, but as a child, he was too innocent to understand. He never understood why his parents were always on the move, or why all of the 'guests' his parents came home with looked like they had been dragged through a hedge backwards, or why they'd suddenly disappear. He never talked to any of the children at school, so his only friend was his sister: Violet. As an adult, after his first contract, things begun to click into place. He realised that he was raised to be a killer, and that his parents also worked for Fazbear entertainment. However, he still didn't know what had happened to his sister. He continued to take contracts from his boss, as that was the only thing he could do. This lead to him having to kill 2 of his colleagues in 1984, 10 children (2 sets of 5, one in the summer, one in the winter) in 1987, with two of the victims being his own children, and a botched mission to kill another of his colleagues in 1993. Somewhere around the mid-90's, this colleague the he failed to kill helped him reunite with his sister. In the late 90's he was sent on several 'clean up' missions, resulting in him seeing some or even all of the animatronics partially or completely dismantled, and several corpses of other people that were in the same role as him, all trapped inside Spring Bonnie suits, so when he was sent to deal with his own location's animatronics and evidence in the year 2000, he already knew he was going to die. ----------------------------------------

[portral]

Sundrop x reader

A request from @ver-d-ant

“Hello Hello? Is this Y/N? Ah yes well you have been promoted to the superstar daycare pick-up department!”, with those words your entire work routine was changed. You were exhausted and one of your colleagues noticed.

“Wanna have a sleepover?”, he smiled with the starrays sticking out of his metallic head. “I don’t see why not!”, you said but little did you know that the plans of a simple sleepover would have a dirty turn, planned by the one and only, Sundrop!

The day started early, 05:30AM to be exact. You were not a morning person, but the Mega Pizzaplex employees didn’t care. With no rooms to protest you would be moved into the Superstar Daycare Pick-Up area. You know… where all the kids scream and ramble, get hurt which follows with them crying, useless complains being filed because of a scraped knee here and there-

It’s been about two weeks since your promotion and you are exhausted. More than ever! Waking up at five, getting ready and then driving to the establishment was acceptable. But fixing every single little bug was not. God wouldn’t even know how many things you have fixed in there. With kids running, jumping and hanging all over their area, there were more things to fix than in Monty’s personal room.

o________________________________________o

Upon entering the daycare you heard the daily strech of the animatronic. You’ve always wondered how he takes care of so many kids at once. Even admired it sometimes. But mostly you chill in a small room made for employees to take their breaks in. The times for breaks were:

‘Now —until— somthing breaks �� back to the break — repeat’

Looking over you saw the sun-representing robot waving at you. You waved back and saw him do his daily dive into the pit. You had about 5 minutes left until these doors would open at 6AM and the children will enter like a tsunami! Once the robot had disappeared into the ballpit you looked around for any obvious damage. Apparently the owners of this place are VERY strict when it comes ro fixing stuff.

Talking about fixing stuff; you were also allowed to fix Sundrop due to the other worker, that used to do it, quitting. You sometimes felt bad for waiting for him to break, but you were just so interested in his AI that you cannot help yourself!

But after finding everything to be in place you slowly walked up to the red fence next to the slide. “Sunny?”, you called him by his nickname. Immediately you saw his head spring up and stick out of the colorful balls that surrounded him. He looked you with his head turned. You pointed your finger at the few balls that have escaped the pit from his sudden movement. The animatronic immediately jumped out to place them back inside, yet he kicked out more with set jump. You quietly laughed at his freak-out over some balls.

The Daycare was somehow the most populated, but also the most cleanest at the same time. You found it kind of freakish. Yet the most freakish thing in this room was the animatronic. On the rare occasion that the Daycare would be empty, he’d walk around to seek your attention. Last time you were just reading something on your phone and after looking up your phone cracked a bit as it fell to the floor. The Sun-robot was starring at you through the small window that the employee lounge had. For once he wasn’t slumped and was standing straight, not moving a muscle… wheel? Springlock? You didn’t know…

That day was the creepiest of all up until now, yet not the only one. Once all of the balls were back in their place, the door behind you slammed open. “Y/N!! Get ready for your personal hell! You got one minute!”, a voice yelled. You immediately remembered the voice to be of the night guard, Vanessa. She was always kind enough to remember you a minute before opening that the kids will be dropped of shortly. You shouted a quick ’thank you’. Looking down into the pit of fun and kid-germs, the animatronic was already gone. He always went back up onto the high-hanging stage to jump down into the ballpit. He loves the way kids get entertained. Each and every time.

o________________________________________o

You were sitting in the employee room, as usual, awaiting a complaint. With a sudden and very aggressive, continues knock to the door, you had every reason to believe that another child got hurt. You got up from your chair and went to opening the door.

Behind the door was a very angry mother, a child and most surprising- Sundrop. “Your stupid robot hurt my daughter!” At first you were confused because the animatronics, especially this one, are designed to be friendly all the way through. “May I ask you three to step inside? We can have a more private conversation in here.”, you asked the mother. She entered the room, yet didn’t forget to bump into your shoulder on her way in. The girl followed. Sundrop was staying outside. With a look saying ‘get in here’ he was the last one to enter before the door was closed.

You stood infront of the two customers, while the animatronic stood further behind them. “So mam, would you please explain to me how our animatronic hurt your child?” You were calm about this. Or as calm as you could be- “Well! That stinky robot just grabbed her and threw her in the air! That thing is insane! I deserve some kind of refund!!”, she shouted. You kneeled down a bit, leveling yourself with the child. “Hey! Did our daycare attend hurt you?”, you asked simply. The child nodded. “Would you like to tell me how?” “As I already sai-“, you interrupted the mother with a raise of your finger. Surprisingly it shut her up.

“Well- he grabbed me and- and he held me in the air! It was cool! But when I got back down I felt kind of sick-“ You nodded. Standing back up, you looked at your last witness.

“Sun did you mean to hurt the child?”

The animatronic shook his head with his arms held up innocently. “NONO! I would never! It is against company policy to damage our guests!!!”

“Are there perhaps any errors in your code?”

Sundrop answered honestly. “Why no there isn’t! I run a daily check and there is no error! Even now!”

You sighed and asked one last thing. “Alright- Could you tell me her information, mostly only the causes of our delama? The ones of her Daycare-Entery-Papers.”

“Can do!

Name: Emma. Janny. Watson. Age: 7 Illnesses: Allergy to pollen, a peanut allergy, no further illnesses noted”

You turned back to the mother and after a while of thinking you spoke up again. “Mam is there perhaps any kind of illness you forgot to tell the front desks about?” The woman looked a bit ashamed. “Why- there is a thing with her being afraid of heights… even just a few feet- it can make her sick-“

“Would you wait right here please?”, you asked calmly as you grabbed the phone that started to gather dust on the desk. After dialing a number you held it up to your ear. “Hello? Ah yes Mr. Afton! I am calling for some information”

“So what should one do if a child gets sick, but the reason as to why wasn’t listed on the entrance papers?”

“Aha… yes I understand… yes she’s totally fine now!… Alright! A wonderful day to you too sir!”

You turned around and repeated the words of your employer. “Due to the cause of illnesses not being listed on the required daycare-entery-papers, the Freddy Fazbear Mega Pizzaplex company does not and cannot give any compensation nor refund of any kind. We apologize that you, as our customer, have had a troublesome experience yet wish you a great day regardless!” The mother looked furious and grabbed her child as she stormed off out of the employees only room. “Glad that’s over with-“

You looked over and saw the robot standing with his head low. He looked so sad- “Is everything alright buddy?”, you asked. The robots head rose and you somehow read the sadness on his face (?). “Do I stink Y/N?” “What? No! You smell even better then me!” (Which isn’t a big accomplishment seeing as you‘re already trough most of your shift) “But that woman said-“ “I do not care what the woman said! You’re beautiful Sun! The most beautiful animatronic to ever exist!”

Somehow the robot looked flustered. You held him by the sides of his head and kissed his temple. “Don’t let anyone tell you you’re worth anything less!”, you said before heading to the door. You just treated him like a child who stubbed his toe- perhaps you’ve been working for too long. But before your hand could get a hold of the doorknob, someone grabbed your wrist. “H-hey Y/N?” “What is it sunshine?” He twitched at the nickname. “Y-you know how the last mechanic in charge of me quit?” You nodded. “Yeah they put me in charge of you now!” “Well- would you lik- can you fix me? Please-“ “Oh gosh- of course! I’d be fired if I wouldn’t, but seeing how you work is way more interesting!!”, you smiled with a glint in your eyes.

“Get comfortable anywhere you want! I’ll go get the toolbox!” “You don’t need to-“, the animatronic said. “I think you can do this without them…”, Sundrop mumbled, now on the floor. “Alriigghht- So where does it hurt?”, you asked while kneeling on the floor infront of him thinking ‘if you can even feel pain-‘ A robot finger pointed down to the spot beneath his legs. “…under… under my pants…” Your face flushed at the thought that rushed through your head. You wanted to slap yourself for having such thoughts about a robot that is- technically also your coworker!

Your hands shivered as they moved to the top of his red and yellow striped pants. Quickly glancing up you saw that the animatronic was looking at your fingers as if he was completely fascinated by you. You swallowed the saliva that build up in your mouth and quickly pulled Sun’s pants down to his tights.

Relief spread through you as you saw that there wasn’t what you had hoped. But you were also just a little disappointed. “Where exactly does it hurt?”, you asked holding a finger a few centimeters above his supposed crotch. His right arm lifted from the floor and gently held yours. He guided your hand to the point your mind has hoped to touch before knowing there was nothing there. After he removed his hand you looked a little closer. There was a tiny imprint of a square. You looked up at Sundrop. His shoulders were tensed and he looked uncomfortable- as if there was something clamped or stuck. Like a wire for example.

Your hands glazed over the imprint. To your surprise the animatronic’s joints jerked. “Can you feel this?”, you asked. The animatronic nodded and let out a strangled yes. “m-mHHhm!” He was still looking down at you. Your head was so close to his crotch- he didn’t know why but it excited him in a strange way. You pressed down on the plate. Suddenly it wheeled back. But nothing else happened… Great. Now you were left with an animatronic that has a hole at his crotch. Looking up you saw that the animatronic had stopped looking at you. His head was laid back with a quiet static noise coming from his voicebox. Even better! A completely broken animatronic! Great job Y/N!

“Sunny? You still with me?”, you asked, moving your head up just a little. “S-stay there! We aren’t done yet…”, he grumbled. “Ahh- oh this feels go00oOdd~”, he practically moaned. You stayed with your head close to his now missing metalic plate. You were glad he was feeling better and was still running properly. Your eyes snapped back to the hole as you saw something move out of it. You did not know what to think- Because now there was a good 6.4 inch cock sticking out of the previous mystery hole.

The vile and dirty thought flooded back into your head again. “MhhH~” One side of your mind was fighting against it, but the other led your finger to slide along the base. The animatronic shivered, his body rising at the foreign touch. “Starlighhtt!”, Sundrop moaned out as you moved your palm around the appendage. You enclosed your fingers around his member. You moved your hand in rhythmic motions and watched him from down below.

Your mouth was drooling at the scene. With his cock mere inches away from your face, and his eyes struggling to keep their focus on you. Adding to that is the fact that there might still be customers and their children outside of this room. It made for the most erotic scene one could get from this establishment. The animatronics eyes were trying their best to focus on you but the pleasure was so undeniably great that his head was practically forcing itself to lay back.

With his dick so close to you, you took the moment his eyes were on you to lick a straight line from the bottom up. You sucked on the tip and tasted his liquid. It tasted sewet like apples yet the aftertaste was more lemon-flavored.

You once read in a manual that all of the animatronics had their own scented and flavored lubricant. Freddy had a flavor similar to brownies. Chica, of course had pizza, but surprisingly also bubblegum flavored cotton candy. The Daycare animatronic Sun had apple and lemon as a taste. The scent was a mixture of the two. You found that the night-time version of him had lemon and oranges as his flavor. You couldn’t find how the flavor changes in the same animatronic, but you did know that it was used for the oiling of hinges from the animatronics. If there happens to be a leak and children would lick the oil of of the animatronics, your boss would be in big trouble. So Afton Robotics made their lubricant edible.

‘Who would lick a robot??’, one might ask. Well it seems like you are. Your tongue tasted him. It’s like you are addicted to his flavoring. You thought ‘Is this how they change their oil?’. And after another glance up you swore to yourself that you’d change his oil anytime he wants.

Suddenly the animatronic twiches his body into a normal sitting position. Yet he still towered over you. You were a tad intimidated, yet more surprised as Sunny lifted you up. His hands were safely jammed into your armpits as he held you above his hips. He momentarily placed you on his knees. His hands moved down to your hips. Tugging on your pants, he slowly removed them together with your undergarment. Once he freed your legs from the tight uniform, he slid you down his thighs. Now you were sitting in his lap, with his cock being so close to entering you, yet keeping itself only rubbing against you from the outside.

„Mhh… please Sunny…“, you mumbled unconsciously. Without asking, probably because of his voicebox overheating, he moved you a bit and inserted his tip into your wet hole. You bit down on your hand to muffle your sounds. Sundrop on the other hand was letting out partially lagging growling. He sounded like he was in heaven. And like a YouTube video playing while one constantly holds the spacebar-

You wielded in pleasure as you lowered yourself halfway down his warm cock. Your hand rested on the animatronics shoulders. Your head was held low, panting out the hot breaths in your lungs. With your hips finally completely colliding with the others, your juices slowly started to drip down on Sunny. The robots hands held your hips in place. Your head looked back at him with a smile plastered all over your face. His eyes couldn’t choose between your beautiful face or the erotic scene below.

Sun’s hips slowly moved against yours, grinding his appendage into your hole. You mouthed a moan as he thrusted against you. Then again. Soon after your started bouncing on his cock, his hands sticking to your hips still. Your moans were still hitting the palm of your hand, but with the ever more erratic growing movements below, the hold that the other hand had on Sun’s shoulder was continuously getting more unstable.

“Ahh-!”, you moaned/screamed quietly as your hand slipped so that your chest fell onto the animatronic’s. Being as sweet as he is, even in this moment, Sundrop stopped your boths hips and whispered loudly. “Yeez- I’m sorry! A-are you o-ok?!” His voice still lagged to to his voicebox still being hot. He looked at your face, which was drooling onto his warm chestplate. You nodded, getting the drool all over your chin. Sun smiled (?) before continuing nicely thrusting his cock into you.

Now you were quietly moaning against the robots chest. Believe me- if he was capable of it, Sundrop would be drooling too. “Ahh~ mhh- i’m getting close-!”, you softly moaned against him. Sun was in absolute heaven. Your voice, your face, your tits pushing against his chest, the absolute grip you had on his beige colored cock- 10/10 in ratings!

Suddenly you felt another feeling from below. You stopped your thrust for just a moment. “Oh my gooaahd-!”, you moaned out -perhaps a bit to loud. Reason being that you felt Sunny’s pelvis vibrate right against your clit. Tactics changed. Now you were humping his vibrating crotch. The added pleasure almost made you cream his cock.

“Ahh~ I’m about to cum on your cock Sunny- would you want me to? Do you want me to cum on your big cock, Hmm?”, you quickly whispered against where a microphone of his is placed. Sun eagerly nodded in return. Juices were already collecting on the floor, yet there will be more in just a few thrusts. You knew that there would be a meeting about the suspicious puddle that the cleaning personal would need to clean up. But right now you only cared for Sundrop giving you every last drop of his ‘cum’.

You lifted your hips up till only his tip was inside of your wet hole. “Ready?”, you asked. Before you had gotten an answer you quickly dropped yourself onto hig cock. Then again. And by the third time you stayed down as the vibrations threw you overboard. Your hand quickly moved to your mouth to silence your moans. “A-hh!” But suddenly there was a second, louder moan filling the room. Your eyes rolled back as you felt the animatronic’s lemony juices fill up the entirety of your hole.

With the robot removing his cock from your hole, he witnessed all of his fluids dripping out of your hole. His face flushed (?) at the sight as he was so close to overheating.

Luckily your pants weren’t damaged- so after you cleaned yourself up and had gotten dressed you wanted to deal with the “the children-robot has his cock out”-problem. But as you’ve turned around you saw that the robot had disappeared. Running outside of the room, you saw the robot being back like normal. No cock. No no-pants. Playing with the kids. Having fun.

You slimed at the animatronic.

Maybe you do love him.

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THATS IT!!! ITS DONE- FINALLY! THE SEQUEL!!!!

Now it’s time to disappear againnn <3