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[coolnonsenseworld]

Another day another sketch ✨ I always try to give Keith other colors than black and end up regretting

[meidui]

heyyy！i just saw u reblog an ask and it just happened to be the exact same thing I wanted to ask👉👈 do u have and recommend stony fics that are top Tony/bottom Steve 🥺

you know i do!! see also k's rec list and bulky's rec list, i tried not to rec any that were already on their lists <3

Jackpot by @elcorhamletlive

It’s not always like this.

Tony leans back on the bed, assessing his view. Near the door, balanced on his knees, Steve stares at him with half-lidded eyes, blue eyes darkened under those beautiful eyelashes. His blonde bangs stick a little to his forehead, where a glimmer of sweat is evidence of how long he’s been in that position: knees firmly planted on the rug of Tony’s bedroom, naked aside from a pair of cotton black briefs, hands tied up behind his back, exactly as Tony left him this morning. He breathes heavily, his muscular chest going up and down as he watches and waits.

Doubling Up (Steve) by @elcorhamletlive

“Well,” Tony drawls, his gaze going from the bed to where Steve, and, uh, Tony are standing, next to the small pile where Steve’s shirt lies along with his trousers. “This is awkward.”

Chamber of Reflection by @thahiree

A few years after retiring, Steve and Tony get a surprise visit from another Steve. Steve Rogers from Earth 1610 is lost, grappling with the new century he’s been unceremoniously dropped in, with confusing feelings for his new teammate, with himself.

Steve and Tony decide to get involved.

A Proportional Response by @mserm

Steve doesn't have a reason for cock-blocking Tony.

No reason, whatsoever.

It's Hard To Look Right At You, Baby by Albuss

“Woah,” Tony says, “slow down. Take it easy. Hold your horses.” He can be forgiven for saying the same thing four times because he is already completely, utterly wrecked.

“Fuck me,” Steve whispers. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”

Five Times Steve Woke Up Early (And One Time He Didn’t) by @airlocksandaviaries

Steve's not actually a morning person, despite his body's insistence. It's quite possibly the one thing about the serum he's not immensely grateful for. Forcing himself up and on a run to burn through the overwhelming, restless energy that builds bright and early would be much more tolerable if it were a few hours later. Tony decides to do something about this.

Underneath it All by @hollyandvice

Steve's finally ready to indulge Tony's fantasy of seeing him in a thong. He just has terrible timing when it comes to implementing sexy times. But that's alright, Tony's a master of making the best of a (not actually) bad situation.

the year you were mine by @areiton

The night that changes his life forever, Steve is on a date with another man.

Or: Steve is a pricy escort and Tony buys him for a year. Neither of them are doing this for love.

a thousand things you call me by @areiton

He calls you a thousand things, and you love them all, count them all and guard them close, because with each he calls you mine.

Your Reputation Precedes You by @vanilla-shoes

Tony agrees to watch the desk for the salon next door to his garage as a favor -- but when he meets the salon owner's fiery best friend Steve, maybe the favor is for Tony after all...

Brooklyn After Dark by darefanny

”I could do that”, Steve had said before his brain could catch up to his big, stupid mouth. He had leaned over Tony’s shoulder to look closer at a photo of a man in lingerie on his tablet.

Slow Burn Fireworks by felisnocturna

Tony fucks him incredibly slowly this time.

praise you like I should by @firebrands

steve gets de-serumed for a hot second, but tony's pretty quick to reassure him of all his lovely traits. (made even better by having to sleep in a shitty motel with a mirror on the bed.)

Suds 'n Studs by @fohatic

Tony didn't mean to hire some super hot, young guy to take his clothes off for money -- honestly! He just wanted somebody to wash his cars! But accidents happen when you let your AI do the hiring for you, apparently. Now the recent divorcee has an awkward apology to make. He also has as an invitation to subscribe to Steve's OnlyFans. What he doesn't have is any clue what he should do in this situation.

In Too Deep by @fohatic

Steve knew that he was asking for trouble when he agreed to let the gallery auction off a date with him for charity, but he needed to get in the director's good books if he wanted to make it as an artist in this cutthroat town. He never imagined that his participation would ignite an outrageous bidding war, or that the infamous, billionaire ex that he hadn't seen since their sudden breakup two years prior would show up and stake his claim.

the thorn in his side by @fohatic

It had been there from the beginning. There was no end to it, that mutual wanting between them—forever unresolved—that had grown so terribly soft and unbearably romantic with age...

But there was an unspoken rule between them, as well: an understanding that they could never act on it.

That is, until an alien parasite's brood nest gets violently dislodged from its Chitauri Leviathan host during the Battle of New York, dispersing its contents directly over two time-jumping tourists who are very much in the wrong place and the wrong timeline.

pull me down by breakeven

He doesn’t mean to pull, is just brushing through the locks there as a means of comfort, to show Steve that he’s still there and present with him, that Tony is just as affected by the wet grasp of Steve’s hole as Steve is by the insistent pressure against his prostate

wind me up by breakeven

Steve hadn’t known it, but apparently Tony could tell after the first time they ever fucked. He could see in Steve the need to please, the need to be of some sort of service, and had known that it would translate perfectly in sexual desires, even when Steve hadn’t had a clue himself.

honey from your hive by meidui

"Steve, stop that," Tony says, sounding strangled as his grip tightens and Steve stops, letting Tony grab his face and tilt him up. "You're kind of scaring the crap out of me. What is it? What's going on with you?"

"We blew up the lab," Steve manages, and something dawns on Tony's face. "Everyone had a reaction 'cept me. Think 'm having it now."

Blushes Per Hour by @blossomsinthemist

Steve chewed on his bottom lip. “Well, no,” he said. “Um, but.” He was breathing heavily now, through his nose. “Rachel liked it when I did it, because she has, uh, she has sensitive breasts, and I, um, err. Sometimes I’d pull on my own nipples during, or, or after, on my own, and. And I’d imagine—wonder, really, if I was. If I had enough, or—”

“Are you saying you’ve fantasized about this?” Tony said, and he couldn’t help the pure delight that came through in his tone, because had he actually stumbled onto one of Steve’s kinks, here? He’d never let on at all before, not at all.

Please Please Me by @blossomsinthemist

Steve looked so beautiful flushed and wanting, on his knees, begging.

Failing To Not Fall by @nvrthlessthsun

Steve was failing to not fall in love with Tony Stark.

AKA the one where Steve thinks he's Friends-With-Benefits with Tony, and Tony thinks he's dating Steve.

Paint Job by @valdomarx

“You want me to what?” Steve looked incredulous. “I want you to detail my car,” Tony said with a smirk.

Relax, Darling by @valdomarx

Steve is stressed and tense after a hard mission.

Luckily for him, Tony and his tongue are available to relax him in a variety of delightful ways.

Two’s Company, Three’s a Crowd, Four’s a Party by @valdomarx

How to satisfy the secret desires of a horny supersolider:

Ults Steve gets gangbaged by Tony from four different universes (Ults, MCU, AA and 616).

Mark Sixty-Nine by @everybodyilovedies

Tony is irritated that Steve's first hug-and-fly wasn't with him. As the source of many of Steve's other "firsts", Tony has a brilliant idea of how he could take one more. Specifically, Steve's first time being fucked by a machine.

Afternoon Delight by @greyduckgreygoose

Tony watched with narrowed eyes as Rogers nodded politely to Natasha. They exchanged quick, familiar smiles, which suggested that they knew each other better than the acquaintances they seemed to want Tony to think they were. Up close, Rogers was even more attractive than he had appeared on camera, a touch of blonde stubble along his jaw, large square hands.

He also had a nice ass, not that Tony was particularly staring.

“Mr. Stark,” Natasha said, as they both stood before Tony’s desk. “May I introduce Steve Rogers? Or, if you prefer, Captain America.”

The Sixth Time is the Charm by @onemuseleft

The fifth time Steve tried to get Tony to fuck him (and failed) is when he started taking it personally.

Your Kind of Love by blue_jack

The first time they have sex, Tony isn’t really hoping for much.

[lastoneout]

It's also like super fucking infuriating to see people continue to argue that generative AI is the best way for disabled and/or poor people to make art because like, you know what helps make art more accessible? Giving poor and disabled people money.

Like take me for instance, I'm disabled. I get severe migraines and intense leg/back pain if I sit at my computer for too long, my hEDS makes holding pens and pencils hard, my ADHD makes it hard for me to start certain tasks and/or stop them before I potentially hurt myself, my neck also hurts if I look down too much, my dyslexia AND my ADHD both make it difficult to keep track of a story as I write and use correct spelling and grammar, plus, I need to prioritize taking care of myself and going to appointments and keeping my house clean and that takes up a lot of my free time. All of these things make creating the kind of art I want to create difficult if not occasionally impossible.

So what do you think would solve my problems better? Giving me money so that I can have a drawing tablet and desk chair that won't hurt my neck or back, another tablet + pen and a lap table and comfortable body pillows for drawing in bed, easier transportation to my doctors appointments, effective treatment for my chronic pain and migraines, the ability hire someone to help me keep my house clean, a spelling/grammar checker that isn't complete ass, and a therapist and psychatrist who can help me manage my ADHD better?

Or an AI program that takes my input and spits out a drawing or story made of stolen content glued together that, in the case of the art, I cannot meaningfully edit without starting over, which also destroys the environment in the process?

Seems pretty obvious to me. I don't need AI, I need help to manage the things that are actually stopping me from being able to write and draw.

Or take my mom. She's had severe rhumatoid arthritis since she was a small child, her hands are deformed and she relies on her wheelchair to get around. She doesn't need AI to help her paint, she needs special paint brushes she can actually hold, a table her wheelchair will fit at, and someone to help her with personal hygiene/keep her house clean/take her to doctors appointments so she actually has free time to paint.

Does that poor kid growing up in public housing with parents who are too poor to afford art classes or supplies or to send them to college really need a computer program to draw for them, or do they need support to help them take those classes, buy drawing supplies, and money so they can go to college.

Blind people can paint, deaf musicians exist, people with missing limbs find all sorts of ways to make art, people with parkinson's paint with typewriters, my mother can't hold a normal paintbrush and she makes some of the most beautiful watercolor paintings I've ever seen, Van Gogh had bipolar disorder and only sold like one painting when he was alive, I mean for real how many different artists have you heard of who's biographies start with them being born into poverty?

This is not meant to be inspiration porn, these people are just ones who were able to find ways to make art despite their struggles. They shouldn't have had to struggle at all, but god imagine how many more artisrs and writers we could have had if none of them had to overcome those struggles. It breaks my heart to think of all the wonderful art that never got to exist because no one helped the people who could have made it actually have the time, money, support, and safety they needed to make it. AI would not have saved them because making art isn't the problem, being disadvantaged is the problem. Living in a world that refuses to make room for you is the problem. Being fucking poor is the problem. Humans have always found ways to make art despite huge barriers, the solution isn't a computer that makes art for them, it's SUPPORT AND MONEY SO THEY CAN OVERCOME THOSE BARRIERS AND MAKE THEIR OWN ART.

As a last example: I love watching dancing and I would love to be able to dance, but I'm terrible at it(I got kicked off a dance team for not being able to learn the dance at all despite spending weeks on it, idk my brain wasn't made for dancing) and my disabled body makes it more pain than pleasure if not actively dangerous, anyway. Having a robot dressed to look like me dance next to me while I get to watch would not make me feel like I'm getting to dance. It would actually be extremely fucking demoralizing and frustrating. I would hate that!!

Having an AI spit out a painting or book would not make me feel like I got to paint or write a book. It's a fucking anamatronic doll running on stolen ideas and it will never be the same as getting to actually expirience the joy of creating art first hand. AI is not the solution. Helping people who need it is the solution. And I am CONSTANTLY pissed to think about all the time and money that goes into these fucking AI programs that would be better spent helping disabled and poor people get the help they need so they can make art themselves, all while the people running the nightmare plagiarism pollution machines pretend that their horrible inventions exist to help people like me.

[sweetiewrites]

𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨 !

𝙎𝙔𝙉𝙊𝙋𝙎𝙄𝙎: just a collection of dating hobie headcanons !!

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂: mostly just fluff !!! gender neutral reader !!! random headcanons that have no literally no evidence !!! not a very good flow with these headcanons,, just super random .･ﾟﾟ･(／ω＼)･ﾟﾟ･.

𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀: you know what? i accept it. i cultivated an audience of hobie brown simps and i am okay with that. i have so many hobie dating headcanons if y'all want more

❥ first of all, i reject the idea that hobie hates labels to the point where he wouldn't be exclusive with you. he wouldn't necessarily call you his girl/boyfriend, but partner would be a regular word in his vocabular

❥ hobie wouldn't be thrilled to get married or to have kids, but he's slightly open to the idea of marriage because of all the legal benefits especially because he does not have a legal family

❥ there is concept art of hobie having a houseboat so now i subscribe to hobie with a houseboat theory. this man has a houseboat that he found from a junk yard that he fixed up all on his own. while he would be happy to add onto the houseboat he would be a little sad to move because he spent so much time fixing it up

❥ living with him you'll find out that he is never in silence. he always has music playing or he's always humming, you just have to get used to it. even when he's going to bed he likes to listen to the radio

❥ speaking of listening to the radio, while hobie has the means to make his own phone he just doesn't have one. he would make one if you wanted him to but more than likely he's stealing your phone to watch youtube at night or learning to diy something

❥ all of hobie's gifts are handmade ! he's punk ! he avoids buying things like the plague. everything in his cute little houseboat is handmade, second hand or bought from a super small business', but all of his gifts for you are handmade

❥ listen i say this all the time, but hobie is so handy, like super handy. almost all his appliances are hand made. he goes into every single project with the confidence of a genius (because he is). you want a tablet, he could make you a better tablet than apple could dream of (it's true)

❥ he has a hard time falling asleep though, like a really difficult time sleeping. if it's not for you then he'd be up all night just pacing around the boat or on the deck plucking his guitar

❥ hobie isn't good at opening up emotionally, so often times he does have some pretty bad nightmares and instead of opening up he's going to trail outside and strum on his guitar

❥ hobie is a great significant other as long as you can put up with his quirks, because he's pretty dead set on not changing who he is for anyone no matter how much he loves you

[ggfj84]

"You realize we're practically the Gilmore Girls."

"How do you figure?"

Sitting on the edge of a table in Cyborg’s once-pristine lab, Nightwing drew Batman’s cape tighter around his body. "Well, you took me in when I was eight and you were twenty-four. That means I was born when you were sixteen."

"And that makes us the Gilmore Girls?" Bruce asked as his hands ran over the edge of the destroyed concrete and steel.

NIghtwing shrugged or as best he could with his banged-up arm. "It's a TV show about a young mother from a rich family who had a kid at sixteen, runs away, and works her way up from being a maid at an inn.”

“I see the very few similarities. Hard work. Young parent.”

“The biggest difference really is that her front desk personnel is French Canadian, not British, so he doesn't make questionably edible cucumber sandwiches."

Batman let out a noise that could have been misconstrued as a laugh. “Don’t let Alfred hear you.”

“I mean, they’re not terrible, but I wouldn’t call them good.”

The conversation hit a lull then, allowing pain and exhaustion to find Nightwing again. The lab explosion – set off by Lex Luthor or Gorilla Grodd or whoever was now a part of the Secret Society of Super Villains – had trapped them in a collapsed pocket of the Watchtower. Nightwing couldn’t tell how long they’d been holed up, but it had been some time since he regained consciousness.

“Keep talking,” Batman demanded as he picked up his tablet and began to type. 

NIghtwing rolled his eyes. “You know that’ll take up more oxygen, and we don’t know if we’re cut off from the watchtower’s tanks.”  

“We are, but if you lose consciousness again, we’ll be in a worse predicament.”

Which was why Nightwing currently wore Batman’s cape, despite the fact that there could be people who didn’t know Batman’s identity right outside the wall of twisted metal and concrete.

Blood had already caked upon Nightwing’s forehead and cheek from a rogue piece of concrete that hit him. He pointedly ignored the limp arm that lay across his hip as his legs dangled over the edge of the lab table.

“You just had to invite me today, didn’t you?”

“Of course, I did,” Batman said as a matter of fact, not even looking up from his tablet. “Today’s our anniversary.”

“Our what!” NIghtwing let out a high-pitched laugh. “Bruce, last time I checked, you did not put a ring on it.”

“I put one on Selina.” Batman frowned at a particular reading on his tablet and tapped across the screen. “On this day, fifteen years ago, you ran the gauntlet and officially became my partner.”

NIghtwing ducked his head, though he knew it wouldn’t hide the sudden heat that rushed to his cheeks. “You remember that? You have literally forgotten my birthday five times, but you remember Batman and Robin’s anniversary.”

“Twice,” Bruce corrected.

“Twice what?”

“I’ve only forgotten your birthday twice.”

This, Nightwing knew well. “It’s definitely five times.” He lifted a finger for each point. “The latest one, the second one, my eleventh birthday, my fourteenth birthday cuz I wanted a quad and didn’t get it, and my twenty-first.”

Batman sighed, and even though Nightwing could read Batman’s face almost as well as Bruce’s, he found the distressed lines across Bruce’s forehead and the tightening of his jaw unnerving.

“When you were turning fourteen, there was no way I was buying you that death machine, and I didn’t want to see you disappointed. So I left Alfred to give you your consolation present, and Wally was throwing you a birthday party in Central City anyway. You didn’t need me there.

“When you turned twenty-one, you were celebrating most holidays with your friends, and I would have simply been the chaperone you no longer needed. So I gave Wally my credit card number and told him to charge everything to me.”

Why didn’t Wally tell him? “Bruce, I didn’t – ”

“And on your last birthday, I visited you, even brought you drinks at Bea’s. I would have given you a present if I thought you would have taken it.”

Dick thought back to his last birthday. As Ric, he didn’t even remember the day was special. He drove his cab for ten hours and then crashed at Bea’s bar in the evening, where a friendly guy named Matches struck up a conversation and – shit.

“You know what?” Nightwing motioned toward their quasi-cage. “I feel this whole situation is entrapment.”

Batman gave him a flat, exasperated glower. “You just had to say it, didn’t you?”

“I can’t let a good pun go.” Nightwing shrugged. “Any luck finding us a way out?”

“I have a contingency plan.”

“Awesome. Let’s do it.”

Batman looked absolutely pained. “I’d rather wait a few more minutes. Unless you are in need of immediate medical attention, I think I’d like to see if I come up with a different exit strategy.”

“Bruce.” It was not a whine but damn close to one. “We’ve been in here for hours.”

“Twenty-two minutes.”

“My arm is broken, and I probably have a concussion. I just want some painkillers and my bed. Whatever plan you have, do it already.”

“Hm.” Batman grumbled and then said in the lowest, most menacing growl possible, “Superman, help.”

The frustrated and annoyed look on Bruce’s face when Clark arrived was the best present Dick ever received.  

[whenjustdancehitsdifferent]

My first fully digital drawing!!

I know it's not super uniform/even, but this was my first time working on a drawing completely digitally. I made this just to learn the controls of Ibis Paint! I think I'm making good progress in my journey of learning how to draw, and if I keep up the progress at THIS rate, I might buy myself a nice drawing tablet!

As far as I'm concerned, the coach of Follow The Leader may LOOK intimidating, but on the inside she's a big sweetheart that likes to uplift her friends by "leading" them through hard times.

[seat-safety-switch]

I assume that engineers are very busy, and so they don’t necessarily have time to make the things they design serviceable. I get it – you’re not building a masterpiece to survive all of eternity, you’re just doing your job. You’re over here, working on the radiator and cooling program, this other guy is doing the radiator support, and the mid-senior-junior-vice-president electromechanical engineer down the hall is up to her neck in work trying to figure out how to mount the horns in a way that doesn’t anger the crash testers.

The chances that the three of you, collectively, slow your productivity shit way down – or worse, have a meeting – to make it easier to reach the electrical connector for that horn so you can remove it without cutting your hands on the fins of the air-conditioning condenser are about negative one billion percent. That would be preposterous – horns don’t break, right? Tell that to the dumpster-dove Spider-Man bandages that I have applied to my right hand because of your shortsighted design decisions.

And your boss isn’t gonna show up and demand repairability become a priority. No, your boss gets paid because people buy cars, and people will stop buying cars if the car lasts forever. Even if they jam an Android tablet in the dash sideways and start making the wheels bigger. Hell, my neighbour is still booting around in a 1994 Camry XLE, and the minute he expresses even the slightest subconscious desire to be rid of it, he will have a lawn full of folks offering top dollar for such an esteemed chariot. Toyota probably would have gone bankrupt back then making shit like this, if they hadn’t had all those trucks to sell to terrorist organizations in distant foreign wars. Those guys are gonna have to buy a new truck every couple of months when their old one gets shot up, so it’s okay to make those super-durable.

All I’m asking for is that you think once in awhile about making a bolt accessible. It’s not hard, just make sure they drill a hole over top of it, so that I can stick a nice long socket in there when the captive nut on the other end breaks off and just spins forever. Even though you might have a good day at work because of taking a shortcut like that, I guarantee you that the massive amounts of bad karma I am heaping upon your name while intermittently sobbing in my garage are not worth it. You’ll get reincarnated as a lighting engineer.

[smugpugchimera]

Hey, been wanting to ask for abit. What drawing tablet and software do you use, and do you have any suggestions? I've felt inspired to actually commit to learning to draw and your stuff's always really cool looking. Figure you have plenty of experiences trying things.

Hope you're doing okay tonight, also. :-)

Hello, thanks for your ask!

I'd honestly say that the specifics aren't rly super important, it's just a matter of having learning tools that work well and are comfortable and intuitive. I myself changed quite a few tablets, and especially nowadays, they're all pretty good! Huion is a very nice option that's not very expensive, I'm using it currently. I had Gaomon previously, and while I liked it a lot, I'd say it's a little bit of an oddball setting-vice, maybe not the best option for a very first tablet? Idk. Wacom are good tools, but I personally think they're overpriced.

Art program is a pretty important thing, I'm using Sai2, and it's a nice one and very intuitive imo, but I'd also suggest Clip Studio Paint for it wider functionality. I'm trying to transition to it myself, but habits are hard to break out of :P

Krita is a lovely free alternative, too! It even has animation tools and is quite pleasant, all things considered. At the end of the day, what matters the most is if you're able to get used to a program and feel comfy with it! It's particularly a matter of habit, and some esoteric mix of preferences, if you can, try out several ones. It's important to give yourself enough time to get used to any tool. Whatever the tool is, you will get better the longer you work with it. I hate drawing in Photoshop (pirated, never buy adobi products for the love of god), but I use it sometimes for ultra specific tasks that other art programs may not have. Try exlpoiting whatever link to your pre-existing skills you may have, be it sticking to more familiar program arrangements, art techniques, learning strategies, etc. Dig for aspects you're passionate about and try extending them to things you stuggle with. Learning is hard, but I hope you can find an approach that will suit you!

I may give more specific answers for more specific questions, but as it stands, these are very broad requests, so I hope there're some use to you ✨️

[clovercoin]

YAY SEPTEMBER, CLOVERCOIN IS BACK!

[ Original Patreon Post ] Phew, almost forgot the life updates after doing all those art packs in the other post. So let's catch up with what's happening with CloverCoin! Life has been very very busy since I got back from my mom's funeral. Our dog Junior (rottie) had a previous elbow injury that wasn't healing over and when I got back home we decided to take him to the vet for a second look since the pain meds they gave us ran out. Turns out Junior had big swollen ball of cancer in his elbow and he was never going to regain function in that arm again. He was in so much pain we were really apprehensive on what the right course of action was. But the vets all worked with us since they knew Junior so well from all his previous visits, with their help we managed to get an extra fast amputation surgery scheduled for the infected arm. It was extremely expensive but it gave our dog immediate pain relief while we figured what treatment plan we were going to do next. Originally we all thought it was bone cancer and that he would likely need to be put down to avoid further pain in the very near future even with his amputation. With further testing and investigation of his cancer arm, we found out it was actually a type of blood cancer of his white blood cells. We all assumed if it's blood and fluid that must mean it's everywhere, right? We were wrong AGAIN! Wither further scans we found no further signs of cancer growth in his body, lymph nodes, or organs. With this new information we made the decision as a family to pursue oncologist for Junior and get him chemo / cancer treatments. It drained the rest of our savings account that we've been working so hard for to buy a house next summer... But Junior himself has completely bounced back to the happy dog he's always been. He's eating again, learning how to run and play on his one foreleg, and just excited to still be here. So while it did cost all of my savings, I have to say it's been worth it. With his reviewed case, he went from less than 6 months to live to possibly living 2-3+ more years now. So we're all so happy and grateful to still have our service boy still with us. Now that we're on a routine with Junior and his chemo treatments, I'm also getting back to work on my end! CloverCoin Patreon is back online for September 2024! We're so excited to see so many patrons stuck around and how excited you all are for more art! Thank you!!! I'm currently working on setting up a Bigcartel shop page with all of our stickers and postcard goods. I'll be sure to announce the shop's grand opening here soon as it's all ready. Thank you so much for all of my patrons testing out merch every month with me so we can make this possible! Last big to-do on my list now is that my current desktop Cintiq is not working for me. We had an original Cintiq 22 HD from 2014. But that poor thing died last year. We ordered a new tablet on super sale from amazon but.... We're very unhappy with the product and it doesn't work with my desk or work station. So we'll be taking it down and trying to resell it to get our money back. However this means I still do not have a desktop tablet to work with for online streams and recordings. REALLY BUMS ME OUT! I'm very fortunate that I still have my ipad and it's been working great. So I'm not totally without a tablet for work. But Prov and I will now be making an effort to replace my Cintiq tablet with a new one maybe before the year is over. Ouch my poor savings account, it's already taken such a beating from all the vet bills and now I have to replace very expensive hardware? yuck! So... Lots of money being spent. But overall we're very lucky and we're so happy. I'm just so grateful to have my happy dog recovering really well. I'm glad my ipad works great even after being beat up for past 7-8 years?? Woah! Good job lil buddy. Just... A lot has gone wrong this year. A lot of bad shit has happened. And Prov and I are so damn lucky to be here and have everything we do. So I'm going to keep working VERY HARD to get all this updated, shop posted, commissions completed, and make back every single dime of my savings!!! OR SO HELP ME! >:0 Thanks everyone for sticking it out while we're figuring out every bump in the road. We really appreciate all your patience and kindness. You're all the best and I can't wait to share even more art with you all! AJD . ART

[morganwrites12672]

Kate Bishop x Reader

Summary: You and your girlfriend's cycles sync up one month.

Warnings/Tags: Kate Bishop x Reader (Romantically) Established relationship, Clint Barton x reader (platonic), Clint Barton x Kate Bishop (platonic), Female!Reader, mentions of blood, Menstrual cycles, shit every girl goes through EVERY month, cursing

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Shit.

You realized you were almost out of tampons. You had enough to last a few more hours. You really didn't want to have to go to the store while bleeding. Hell, you didn't want to leave your apartment while bleeding.

You walk into the living room and see Kate. She's laying in an odd position. Very odd.

"Kate, we are about to run out of tampons," You tell her. As the words leave your mouth so does a slight whimper when a cramp hits. Bloody hell. That's exactly what this felt like and looked like.

"So go buy more, the CVS is like two blocks away," Kate says with a groan. It was then that you realized something. You both always started your period within three days of the other. You had started four days ago.

"I'm on my period," you whine. Kate groans.

"You're not the only one,"

"Why did I have to be a lesbian," you groan and sit in the love seat next to your girlfriend.

"Yeah! I mean straight girls just have their boyfriends do it." Kate sits up and grabs a midol tablet.

She frowns and takes one before throwing the now empty bottle at you. This day couldn't get any beter.

"We go together?" Kate asks. Neither one of you wanted to go to the store while bleeding.

"Fuck," you grumble with a nod. Kate gets up and you go to find your purse. At least it wasn't super cold.

You and Kate exit the apartment and walk to the CVS. It was only a few blocks away. It could be worse, having to walk from the old apartment you two shared was almost 12 blocks.

You both finally enter the store and go straight for the feminine hygiene aisle. You have to drop your lovers hand to pick out the right size.

"Fuck, what size do we usually get?" Kate grumbles. She hates having to buy products, it was a total nightmare. It was hard to remember which brand and what size based on what day

"Light, regular, and super," you tell her. Better safe then sorry.

"Ooh," Kate mumbles as she spots the chocolate section. She smiles before grabbing several of each. She ventures off to find midol.

You spot Clint and he waves. You give him a smile before waving back. Kate returns upon seeing her idol

"Hello Clint," she says. He smiles back at her.

"Lovely week I see," he jokes referring to the tampons, chocolate, and midol you both had picked out.

"Not funny," you grunt and Clint smiles, "I think it was hilarious," was his snide reply before going off to find whatever he came for.

"Let's go," Kate said as you both ran off to the register.

Every month might such, like crazy, but at least you had each other

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TW: Heavy Vent | Be Mindful!

• I honestly has been watching a lot of original animation meme videos on YouTube and thought it. I do not have enough resources and money to buy a WACOM graphic tablet because they're over of $ 100.000/200.000 ARS and Argentina has a terrible economy crisis. I'm economically unable to buy a graphic tablet to start animation because I do not have a proper job and I do need it because I want to start creating my own original memes and be a trend on social media but...Idk, I'm also afraid of people taking first the idea and that hurts a lot because I know I'm extremely original with coming up with ideas and seeing people having the same shit as mine hits quite hard. It truly hurts. And that's something people must be aware too. Fight for your own copyright shit hits real. And that's why I won't let anyone to steal/copy or take heavy inspiration from my art, ideas, designs and the rest of my copyright boundaries. I'm overly protective with my ideas and my mental animatics. I'm also a competitive person which is never a good idea to activate my competitive side.

So overall, I want to be a original Portal animation meme maker. I do also want to inspire people to create their own memes through mine as the main trend. I love Portal a lot, sincerely a lot. The same happens to the Nimona Fandom. I want to be a future trend in both Fandoms and I would feel super happy and honoured when people gets inspired by my ideas.

- That's all I wanted to vent. I know it may sound obvious but well, that's what I've been hiding. I know it's not good to hide your feelings and thoughts. So here I am, venting publicly.

Just feel free to say something but remain yourself very respectful, nice and mindful please! :')

[thedawningofthehour]

Hey y'all, so I've mentioned that I want to get a drawing tablet to get back into that. But I have never gotten into digital art so I am kind of blind here. I know a lot of you are artists so I was wondering if you guys might have some recs on what tablet I should get.

I'm seeing tablets anywhere from $30 to $400, and I have...no idea where to ballpark myself in that. It's just going to be a hobby thing so I absolutely don't need a super expensive one with all the bells and whistles, but I do want something decent. Is around $100-$150 reasonable for a mid-low range tablet? It's not a hard limit, but that's kind of what I was expecting.

Also, do I need to buy a program on top of that, or do they usually come with one? I just need it for scribbles, I won't be doing anything fancy. Love you guys, I'll go back to writing now.

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

The Gym Membership - Part 25 (Crosshair)

Summary: Crosshair reflects.

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

I apologize for the delay, I was super exhausted yesterday and nothing I read made sense. But I do hope I didn't make you wait too long

Love oo

Italics - Flashback

Warnings: Grief, annoyed, frustrated, anxiety, crying, beginnings of a panic attack, grave, mentions of headstones, anger, violation of privacy, feelings of guilt. If I miss any warnings, please let me know.

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One year later …

Today just wasn’t Crosshair’s day. If his eyebrows furrowed any further, there was a very real chance they would end up being stuck in that position, permanently. 

The level on his annoyed metre was reaching dangerously high levels, and he was ready to lose it. 

He wanted …. No. He needed some peace and quiet, to get away from everyone. He took the day off, with that thought in mind, not to mention today marked a year since Avery passed away. 

It was odd, it felt surreal knowing she was gone. More than that, it felt weird knowing his life moved along, even without her. But then, it always did for the living. 

As he drove towards his coffee shop, he could help remember how the reality of her passing hit him hard the week after they buried her. 

It had been a busy Tuesday, his mind was preoccupied with work he didn’t even realize he’d unconsciously driven to his usual flower shop. It didn’t even phase him being there, since it was his regular day to visit Avery. He was distracted walking around the shop picking up her favourite flowers, he made his way to the counter ready to buy the bouquet when it hit him like a ton of bricks. He felt at first he couldn’t breathe, as his eyes focused on the petals and remembered she was no longer at the hospital.

In fact, he had no reason to go back to that hospital ever again. 

Tears welled up, as he realized he’d be taking the bouquet to a different location. He stood at the counter with the flowers for what felt like ages. When he finally walked out of the flower shop, and got in his car, it somehow drove itself towards the cemetery.  

Even his feet moved on their own accord when he reached the cemetery. Everything felt surreal, like it was happening to someone else and not him. He stood at her grave for several minutes, before his strength evaporated, he fell to his knees, as his shaky hand placed the bouquet on her grave. Tears streamed down his cheek, knowing this was the only way he’d be seeing her. Time held no meaning as he stayed there for hours, missing her to an extent he never realized he could. 

An ache settled in his heart, thinking back to that moment. Back to the week he lost Avery and buried her. He had gotten better, there were still moments when everything felt he was about to lose his mind. But those moments were becoming far and few in between. 

The guilt he felt was overwhelming. Guilt for being less than a perfect husband, and guilt for not making an effort with Layla, after the funeral they only spoke to each other if it was necessary. There was also an immense amount of guilt from not telling his family sooner about Avery, the fact they’d never get to know what an amazing woman she was. 

Even the way they found out about her was shameful. He parked his car, as he looked at the coffee shop, across the street. It was busier than usual, he didn’t rush to get out of the car, as his mind drifted back.

Two weeks after the funeral …

Cross sat on the couch, his brows furrowed as he focused on the various headstones that were being offered. 

Layla emailed her preferences, along with the various templates of how the headstone would look, and although some were quite beautiful none of them seemed right to him. They didn’t exactly scream ‘Avery’, nor did they capture who she was; he let out a sigh, leaning against the couch, as he placed the tablet beside him.

Should it be this difficult? It was a headstone, not a sculpture. 

He needed to clear his head, he stood, stretching his limbs. He’d been hunched over looking at the headstones for almost two hours. He left his tablet alone, as he headed towards the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. 

Despite the argument, Tech had yet to move out of Crosshair’s apartment. He was getting better about not spending all his time there, but it was slow progress. Tech slowly meandered his way from his room over to the couch. Things weren’t exactly the greatest between the two of them, since he blew up at Cross. 

He fully expected Cross to rip into him when he came back to the apartment, but instead the next morning after their argument, Cross just told him to stay as long as he wanted, he told him: he didn’t care when he was ready to move out, as long as when he did, he was sure he was ready. It had been a complete shock to Tech, he wasn’t sure what happened to Cross, but something caused him to change his mind. 

He spent a week trying to determine exactly what happened to Crosshair, but he refused to discuss it. In the end, he let Cross be, knowing eventually he’d tell him when he was ready. 

Tech sat down on the couch, picking up the tablet when it slid closer to him, he was about to place it on the coffee table when his eyes caught sight of the headstones. His eyes focused on each stone and the templated name, Avery Taylor-Fett. His hand gripped the tablet, as one question pounded in his mind, ‘Who the hell was Avery Taylor-Fett?’ 

Crosshair hadn’t heard Tech come out of his room, nor had he heard him walk and take a seat on the couch. His eyes were focused on stirring his coffee as he walked back to the living room, when he froze in his tracks as his eyes locked on to Tech’s hand holding his tablet and his eyes clearly reading what was on the page. 

“What the kriff do you think you’re doing?” His voice was bridled with anger at seeing his brother violate his privacy.

Tech slowly lifted his head, and locked eyes with his brother, “I think the bigger question is who’s Avery Taylor-Fett? And why are you looking at headstones?”

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[fallingforel]

Spencer reid imagine- broken

i have just watched the episode where maeve just died and watched the next part where reid is on the floor and is not okay. so I had inspiration to write so here it goes. 

summary: Your super close to reid and maeve has just died, you go over to his to give your undeniable support and some words between the two of you are exchanged. Oh and your dereks sister

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“Come on Y/n, you know maeve has just died. He’s not going to be okay” Derek says through the phone 

“I know, but I feel helpless. Can you just come over, bring ice cream. You know the one mama used to buy us, when we were good and deserved a treat. The one she bought us lots of us when dad passed” 

“yes. yes. I’ll bring it over. But we have a case first, get your ass over to the bullpen now.” 

“but...” 

“pretty boy will be just fine, we’ll go after we’ve finished this case” 

“okay okay. Love you bro.” 

“love you too sis.”

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“there’s my favourite morgan sibling” Penelope says as I’m walking into the roundtable and sit down next to Derek. 

“ERR, Hey babygirl. What about me?” 

“yes, yes. well, she’s You know-” Penelope, quickly gets cut off by Hotch walking into the room. 

“Garcia, we’re all here on with the case please” 

“of course sir,  Meet who was formerly Gary Porter. He was found d*ad outside a San Francisco night club last night. And Pamela Hurd-- she was found near a cable car stop in San Francisco's Mission District.” 

“They were both found wrapped in clear plastic.” Jj says looking over the case file on her tablet “It says here they were d*ad only a few hours before they were found.That's not long enough for the elements to have made them that pale” I say from where I’m sitting next to my brother pointing it out. 

“Cause that's where we enter the town of weirdville on the corner of eew and icky-icky, girl morgan. Both victims were almost completely drained of their blood. Less than a pint left.” 

“He's exsanguinating them.” I say with question, trying to get all the details on the unsub we can from the MO 

“While they were still alive.” hotch finishes for me. 

“It might be utilitarian” derek says from besides me. 

“He needs them alive so they can pump out the blood themselves. Draining a body like that is extremely hard to do. Once the heart stops pumping, it's difficult to continue to extract the blood.” 

“So the question is, how is he doing it?” I ask.

 “Oh, I wish you wouldn't have asked that, lovely 'cause now I gotta show this picture.” Garcia says from the right of me. 

“There are large bore holes in the femoral artery of each victim.” Hotch says from the back of the room. 

“Our unsub could have medical knowledge.” JJ says from where she’s sat 

“It's possible. We'll know more when we get there. Wheels up in 30.” Hotch says before leaving the room. 

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it didnt take no more than a few days to catch the unsub, it was pretty easy. he was obsessed with painting with blood though, taking the blood out of the victims. but with all of our intelligence as a team we managed to put another unsub away. 

“der, I’m worried about reid. he hasn’t shown up at all I would’ve at least thought he’d have shown and help us catch the victim” 

“Y/n, you can’t blame him. someone he loves, just died. right infront of him, thats unfair of you to say that. We’re all worried about him. Come on, let’s go and get that icecream and bring it to pretty boy” 

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“Reid, your favourite morgans are here. We bought Ice cream too. the good kind” I said after knocking on his apartment door. 

“pretty boy, we’re both here for you open up reid. don’t make me kick your door down.” derek talks through the door, after a few minutes of silence. 

that soon makes Reid open the door. 

“I knew that would make you open the door.” 

“hmm, well if you had kicked my door down. You’d be paying for the replacement” 

“Yeah, well. I would’ve done it myself. Now let us in, we’ve come over here to cheer you up” 

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“why’d you even come anyway. It’s not like I need any company anyway, can’t be the best person to hang around at the moment.” Reid says to me putting the empty Ice cream tub down along with both our spoons. Derek had soon passed out, he always does within the first 15 minutes of a romantic movie. 

“You’re always the best person to hang out with Spence. You just get me you know. Was weird not having you on this weeks case I won’t lie to you” 

“mmh, yeah well. My girlfriend just died. And infront of me too.” 

“I know I know. Trust me I know more than you think.” 

“I highly doubt that” 

“yeah well, not many people know this. Not even my brother. My boyfriend of 6 years died, right infront of my eyes. shot at and killed by a known serial killer In the area, we we’re trying to catch him for months, then when I got the call. I couldn’t bare to face the town anymore, the very same town that I was chief of police of, the very same town, my fiance was shot and killed in. I Quit my job I wouldn’t go out for weeks. Stuck in my apartment for days on end, wouldn’t talk to anyone, I just sat in silence most days, slept on the sofa. Then Der, he told me he was coming down. I had to pull myself together, If not for my own sake. Then for dereks, cindi had just gone missing I couldn’t let him see me like that because I just knew it would break him. So I pulled myself together, there was an opening at the Bureau and I just had to take it, little did I know it was for the very same department that would help me catch my boyfriends killer my very first case at the bau, give me a chance to get some closure, Garcia asked me if that one of the victims was my boyfriend, I said no that we had broken up before then, that he had moved out. It was a complete lie, but it kept my heart safe.” 

“Y/N I had no idea.” reid says

“Look reid, all I’m trying to say is that take the time you need, but living like this is not going to fix the pain thats going on in here” I say pointing to my heart. 

“but we’ll be here every step of the way with you, whether that be donating our holidays so that we can help you get the closure you need. Because in the end the pain of losing a loved one wont go, but you learn to move on and whether that takes one week, one day, one month, one year. she’ll be with you always.” 

“thank you Y/n, I think I needed that.” 

“Don’t worry about it reid, I love you always pretty boy” and he goes into kiss me but I duck back 

“shit! I’m sorry. I’ve read all this wrong haven’t I.” 

“No, No. You haven’t read it all wrong. I just don’t think it’s the right time reid, your girlfriends just died. I’ll wait though. I can wait. I’ve waited 8 years, I can wait 8 more. I’ll wait for all the time in the world for you” 

“thank you Y/n” 

“No worries. I’m gonna go now, it’s not to do with you. I have to get back to sergio. I promised em, I would take care of him when she left for england. Keep me company. defo should not have told her about what happened with michael.” 

“so who knows then, You, emily and my therapist” 

“Y/n!” 

“what?” 

“nothing, you should take derek with you” 

“yeah, yeah okay. I’ll wake him up” 

“der, der” I say shaking him

“yeah yeah. I’m up, coming, Bye reid.”

“bye” 

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the end 

[afoxdoeswrite]

I just got out of watching the Five Nights at Freddy's movie a couple hours ago. Here's some thoughts.

They're under this cut because obviously, a lot of spoilers.

On the FNaF movie;

It’s sure a movie. It didn’t need to be FNaF.

Let me preface this with some context; I’m fond of FNaF. I wasn’t in much of the big early craze. In fact I don’t think I really got into things until like, 2017, so coming up to the end of the early games. But I’m very fond of it. I love the lore, it’s a tangled disaster and everything about it is a mess. But I like that there’s plot holes everywhere to poke into, and that there’s about six different arguments for so many different things, and generally I like it because it’s a mess.

I’m admittedly not super up to date on the books and their lore, but that’s because I don’t have the free time to buy that many books and also read them. I’ve been working on that, mostly through things like the various wikis. I’d definitely not call myself up to date on the level that the Youtube lore video makers are, but I’m comfortably aware of a decent amount of things.

So with that in mind, the movie.

Now don’t get me wrong, it’s a decent movie. It’s not great.

Which is admittedly a problem when it’s had a development time of like five years or something? But hey.

The problem comes from the fact that it’s not really horror. At least. Not Five Nights at Freddy’s horror. It seems in some ways to bill itself more as a mystery- except, it’s a FNaF movie. If you know anything about FNaF, you can probably guess the ���plot twist’ within the first few minutes of the mystery coming up. You could honestly remove all the FNaF elements and replace it with a Chuck E. Cheese, or some other Legally Distinct Restaurant With Robots, and get the same sort of energy.

Is it creepy? Sure. They do the atmosphere for the Pizza Place great, honestly. The tension is pretty good. And sure, I’ll let it slide that it is horror in that. The tension is good, there’s a creeping sense of not knowing what’s around the corners, the sense of being hunted. It’s good.

It didn’t need to be FNaF. It really, truly didn’t.

Let me explain.

The core of FNaF, the beating heart of it, is that it’s a survival horror where you’re locked in a room. You can’t see what’s coming for the majority of the game; you click the lights on your doors to see if they’re right outside, but that only works for two of the four. For the other two- Freddy and Foxy- as well as for tracking both Bonnie and Chica around the building, you have the cameras! It’s FNaF’s big mechanic for the first three games, and even the later ones have something similar to that.

The movie doesn’t use that.

(This is admittedly also my problem with Security Breach, but that’s a talk for another time.)

If the movie had given me Mike Schmidt, stuck in his office at the restaurant, being hunted by animatronics and having to defend the room, I’d’ve been happy. Sure, maybe it’s a little hard to make that a full movie. But there’s nothing to say he couldn’t also leave the room. Mix it up, use the cameras to keep track of things, make Mike too afraid to leave that safe place at first, but then make it so it’s either run or die, and then make things more mobile. Keep the cameras somehow; they’re linked to a tablet in the games, maybe use that.

But instead the movie gives us the FNaF office setting as a background to the family drama going on outside. It’s used as a place for Mike to have a job, and a place for him to talk to the ghosts while obsessing over finding out who took his brother.

And there’s another thing. The family drama frontline is also pretty meh. It’s used to push why Mike needs a job so much, why he takes the Freddy’s job even though it’s utter crap. But it’s basically dropped half way through the movie into a sub plot, and then isn’t resolved. The aunt just disappears. It’s sort of implied that she’s killed- which opens up another host of issues but Hey-, the people the aunt was using are all killed half way through and only used for some shock horror in the final climax of the film, and those guys are where a solid amount of the horror even comes from, with their invasion of Freddy’s and the following hunt.

If they’d taken that hunt into the rest of the film, that’d be great.

Continuing back, the plot with Abby is also… a bit flat. She’s got an imaginary friend! Neat! Mike has to take her to Freddy’s for work and she makes friends with the ghosts in the robots! Also neat!

The ending is boring. It’s dramatic, it’s tense. It’s boring. And honestly, my reasons why is entirely tied up with my next point;

William. Freaking. Afton.

This is about to get a bit non-chronological with the movie plot.

Now admittedly, in the setting of the movie, his entire existence isn’t nearly as groan-inducing as it is in the games. Especially the later games.

(My opinions on Security Breach continue to appear.)

But he is criminally misused in this movie. He’s why Mike’s brother disappeared, and so was likely killed. Yeah ok that’s fair. I don’t believe that’s how Afton has ever been presented as working like that in the games, but sure. I’ll take it.

Afton is able to control the animatronics? Sure…? I mean he kinda does that at one point, if you want to take the FNaF 3 post-night games as that. The Shadow Freddy in those minigames isn’t exactly Afton’s style at all, I’ve always assumed it to be some other ghost and I think a lot of people agree with that, but hey. We can work with that.

Afton appears in the last like, ten minutes or so of the movie, he rants for a bit, and is dragged off by the bots. He gets springlocked. He’s shut in one of the back rooms, presumably to meet his FNaF 3 ending cutscene fate of being stuck back there to rot. He’s hinted at before then, but the main villain of literally the entire series isn’t used.

And then there’s the Vanessa stuff.

Ok I would first like to point out; Vanessa introduces herself as Vanessa Shelly. Could this be a fake name? Sure. Or maybe she changed her name. But that would not be necessary at all. Vanessa in the games is Vanessa A., no last name given. The fandom is happily divided on if she’s an Afton or not. It’s right up there with the Vanny/Vanessa arguments. The point stands is that the movie nicely sets up that this isn’t the same Vanessa as Vanessa the Pizzaplex Security Guard.

My friend I tell you, when I say I groaned aloud when the whole ‘he’s my father’ line came up? I groaned. My soul left my body. We had to pause watching because the others in the room were laughing so hard at my reaction that no-one could hear anything.

I am so tired of this, man. I know some of this comes from having dealt with the last decade of franchise and the endless nightmare that is FNaF 6’s nice fairly neat ending followed by Ultimate Custom Night and Help Wanted and Security Breach.

(And Ruin. But Ruin is slightly less awful for this.

Barely.

Rant for another time.)

But I am so tired of William Afton being connected to everyone. Movie team. We have three canon children for Afton already. I understand if you didn’t want to poke the game lore snake with that stick. But you also didn’t need to do this.

I will admit. Do I know how they would have done the William Afton Info Dump- sorry, Dramatic Reveal- without Vanessa The Convenient Daughter? No. Were there options? Certainly. Hell. You have the ghosts of his victims wandering around. Remove the ‘Afton is controlling them’ bit. Have the kid tell Mike who this guy is.

In the games it’s implied Afton is actually arrested for the murders, but let go due to lack of evidence. You could use that too! Have Mike find out about the murders from Vanessa, like he does, have him go home and do some research, and find out about this William Afton guy who was taken in and let go. If you want to keep your dramatic family should-be-a-B-plot, that can be when Mike starts to think that maybe it was this same guy that took Garrett; link the fact that the ghosts of the Freddy’s kids keep appearing in his dream about his brother, and there you go.

Or tie it to Abby’s drawing thing. He sees the drawing, finds out the kids told her about Garrett, puts it together that maybe this Afton guy who was accused of potentially killing the kids at Freddy’s is also linked to what happened to Garrett, and that’s why they keep showing up in his dream. Ta-da, no need for Vanessa to be Afton’s kid.

Is it a perfect change? God no. But the movie isn’t perfect either by any means, so I don’t see why that should be a complaint.

But going forward.

The ending wasn’t bad, I’ll give the movie that. It’s not. Grand. I will admit that I did not think that we needed that whole Afton Face Reveal moment that we got. It’s kind of pitiful. And the drawings thing being how they break the control is also pretty meh. Nicely foreshadowed, but meh. If you take out the Afton control thing, then you don’t need that. Or alternatively, maybe the bots are listening to Afton-in-the-Springsuit because… it’s a springsuit. It’s canon to FNaF 2 that they can’t tell a bot from a human just using a mask, so why would a suit be different? They just think it’s another bot, so they listen.

Reveal that the Spring Bonnie isn’t just another suit but is a person by just. Damaging it, or something? Vanessa shoots him in the movie, use that fact. Use the taser and have that set the springlocks off. Something that reveals that it’s a person in there.

You can also do the whole ‘remove the mask’ that the movie did. Which by the way; boring! Again! While I was watching it is genuinely took me minutes to register ‘hey. That was the job centre guy, right?’

That’s bad.

That’s also unnecessary.

Afton’s whole thing was that he was a faceless killer. He wore the suit and mask and hid who he was. He didn’t need to be linked into the job centre guy at all. This is honestly similar to my situation with the ‘Vanessa’s his kid’ thing, really. We didn’t need that. It wasn’t necessary. Afton didn’t need to be anyone important in their lives. That’s half the point of Afton. He’s a serial murderer, and most of his on-purpose crimes are people he has no relationship to other than ‘worked in the building’. There wasn’t a need to bring this silly little loop of ‘Afton was the job centre guy and he specifically got Mike hired here so he could kill him!’ into things.

But hey. It’s Five Nights At Freddy’s. It’s not like unnecessary plot loops is a new thing here.

Either way. I don't think the ending was bad. I just think, much like a lot of everything else, it was just sort of boring and a bit full of things that weren't totally necessary.

Is there more I could say? Probably. If I felt like rewatching the movie again and picking it apart minute by minute for all the Bad Things, I could do that. I don’t want to. I’ve watched it, now.

I came out of this movie with the opinion that it wasn’t bad, and I stand by that. As a movie, it was acceptable. If you don’t really care about FNaF and the lore, and just want something to kind of brainlessly watch for a bit of a spook and some gore… yeah, it pulls that off alright.

But it’s a FNaF movie. I came here for FNaF. Maybe it was for the lore, to see how they tied things together. Maybe it was just for some spooky jumpscares. Maybe it was for a tense, survive the night action with a mix of defending the room and running for his life. But I came here for Five Nights at Freddy’s, and what I got was a movie that could be reskinned with any generic animatronic pizza place company and still stand on its own.

That is not a good thing.

[rebelbyrdie]

2024 Ficlet Day

Ficlet...I Lost Track.

No Good Deed

(Goes Unpunished)

Part I

Henry Mills was many things: an upcoming college senior, a prince, The Auther, and another handful of things. He was also miserable. He had made a huge mistake.

Doing a summer program in Greece with his college had sounded like na good idea at the time. His Mom thought it would expand his horizons and look good on his CV. His Ma thought he could get some “real world” experience outside of Storybrooke. His grandparents thought he was on a grad adventure.

They were all wrong. His stupid 20-years-old brain and his even stupider dick had come all the way to Greece for a girl. He’d had this whole Indiana Jones-The Mummy scenario in his head. Going to be the language expert of an archeological dig would be romantic, exciting, and he would whisk Madison Sullivan off her feet.

They had met in Mythology class, where his English major and her Anthropology major mingled. She was long dark hair, brillant blue eyes, a smile that could kill a man, and she was smart. Like MENSA smart. Best of all? She wasn’t a fairytale or somehow related to him. She ticked all his boxes.

So when Madison had told everyone about the trip she was going on, Henry had stupidly told her that he could read anchient Greek. Which wasn’t a lie, exactly. One of his Author powers was that he could read any written language. Compared to fire balls it wasn’t that great of a super power, but he’d thought it would impress Madison. It had. It had impressed her so much that she was able to talk her professor into offering a place on the trip.

The trip that was sucking the life out of him. First off, Greece was hot. So freaking hot. He was so hot and sweaty that he couldn’t even tell he was sweating anymore. He was from Maine. He was a cozy sweater and jeans boy. Also archeology was not exciting, romantic or fun. It was boring, dirty, and just when he thought it couldn’t get more boring, it did.

The worst part of the trip? Madison was only interested in his Greek. She had a boyfriend who was getting his MBA, had perfect hair and a yacht.

Henry hated boats, dudes who owned them, and he really really hated Mason Vandermark III. Mama Mia was BS. Greece sucked.

Henry spent most of his days in a stuffy room going through digital photos and scans of old scrolls, tablets and scraps of paper. He also had several books about translation, Ancient Greece and other things that he didn’t need. He could read ancient greek as easily as he could English. It just sort of came to him. Which was hard to explain to anyone outside of Storybrooke. He couldn’t speak Greek to save his life, but he churned out perfect translations all day long. All the professors thought he was a genius.

Henry banged his head on the flimsy desk he’d been assigned to. He still had a month of this personal hell to survive. Which was saying something as he had been to actual Hell.

Henry sighed. Miserable or not, he had work to do. He was getting twelve credit hours for all this, after all. So he pulled out the next folder.

It had pictures from one of the many scrolls found on the dig. This literature, history and archeology goldmine had been extremely boring so far. Lots of reports on crops, weather and copper. This new one, though, had been found in a previously unexplored cave. He hoped it was something interesting.

He took a drink of Coca Cola (which tasted different then it did at home), wished it was Ouzou (which he could legally buy and drink here), and got to work

He examined the high rez photos carefully. The faded ink letters floated, blurred and rearranged themselves right before his eyes. Author magic at work.

//Between the peaks of Olympus and the Depths of Tartarus lies Earth. It is home to man, beast, and all things in between. The lives of the Gods are endless. The lives of mortals are brutally short. Those that are between live long, see much, and try to keep the balance between gods and men.//

Finally! It wasn’t a report about wheat, taxes or the number of goats on some farm or another. He felt a tingling in his chest. Excitement. He hadn’t felt anything like this since he was a kid with a big book a fairy tales that had changed his life.

He took another drink of coke. Man, he really was bored if he was comparing what was probably a re-telling of some myth to the fairytale that was his life.

Henry stretched his back, cracked his neck,polished off his drink, and got to work.

//The Queen was dead. Some said it had been a plauge, others a fever, and still others said that she had displeased the Gods themselves.

It didn’t matter why or how, she was dead and the King needed a new wife.

This is not the King’s story. This is the story of a woman who did not want to be queen. Regina-//

Henry squinted at the word. Were his eyes playing tricks on him? Was he super homesick? Was his Author brain finally stroking out? Nah. Regina was Latin for Queen, after all. It was a coincidence. A kind of freaky coincidence. His mom would laugh.

//Regina was blessed by Hera with great beauty. She was blessed by Athena with wisdom. Most importantly, she had the sort of kindness that can only reside in a human heart. When Regina saw a person on a runaway horse gallop by, she did not hesitate. As if possessed by Artemis herself, she rode to the distressed rider.

Regina rescued the rider and horse. She did not know it, but this good deed had sealed her fate.

The child was a princess, born of a king. King Leon of Seriphus, the most powerful king in the land. The king was grateful that his daughter was safe. More than that he was struck by Regina's beauty. He desired her, and would have her.

Regina's father was reluctant. Regina’s mother was overjoyed. When the King came to claim his new bride, Cora offered her only child like a lamb to slaughter.

Only Regina was not a lamb and she did not want to marry a man three times her age. She was already in love with a simple stably boy that worked for her family.//

Oh no. No no no no no. No! He had traveled half-way around the world to escape fairy tales! This couldn’t be happening. Literally. This was the land without magic. This was mythology, sure, but this land’s mythology. The land (mostly) without magic. There was no way this was real. Henry slapped himself across the face, hard. Then he turned the other cheek and did it again. Nothing changed. The words, magically translated by his stupid author powers, mocked him, his life, and his entire family history.

The next bit was the lost nail in the proverbial coffin.

//Her mother Cora-//

Well, this was happening. There was no denying it now. Was it healthy that his first reaction was to call one or both or his mothers or his childhood therapist? Probably not. He was an adult, he could handle this. He really needed that ouzou!

//-was vindictive, controlling and favored by Hecate. She practiced dark and potent magicks. She wanted Regina to be queen and nothing would stop her. Faced with a powerful king and her mother’s magic, Regina tried to flee. She sneaked out of the King’s grand palace and to the docks. She’d paid a hook-handed sailor with all the gold and jewels she could get her hands on for passage to a far-away island. She arrived in the middle of a moonless night and waited.

Regina wanted a simple life on a beach with someone who loved her. A brave, kind and smart person that could make her laugh. Someone who would wipe her tears. Someone that could brighten her day with a smile. She longed for the sort of love inspired by the muses themselves.

They would have a little house and perhaps she could try her hand at breeding and training horses. They would have children. She would be a wife and a mother, not a queen. She would miss her father, but knew that secretly, he would be glad she was happy and free. As for her mother, well-

A sharp crack, like a whip, was all the warning Regina had. Ropes from nearby ships wrapped around her, tying her tight. She fought against her bindings, but it was no use. Regina was lifted off of the dock and into the air.

“I thought we were done with all this nonsense.” Cora walked out of the night, as if born of Nyx herself.

“Mother!” Regina twisted, kicked her legs and struggled in the air. “What evil have you conjured?”

Cora stepped closer, her face stretched by a cruel smile. “Not evil, darling. Just a spell to stop you from making a horrible mistake. To keep you where you belong.” She looked up at Regina. “In two days you’ll be married. You’ll be a queen!”

Tears streamed down Regina’s cheeks. “Mama! I don’t want to marry the king! I don’t want this life!”

She wanted her simple life with love and happiness.

Cora chuckled, as if everything Regina said was a great joke. “You’re just frightened of having all that power.”

Regina continued to struggle. “I don’t want power. You want power! I’m nothing like you! You-you-you slitherg snake! You’re nothing but a venomous viper in the grass! I will never be like you! I would rather die!”

Her words were a slap to the face and Cora was furious.

“A snake? A viper? You ungrateful child! All the sacrifices and deals I’ve made to bring our family up from the dirt and this is how you thank me?”

Cross and corrupt to her core, Cora cast a curse

Regina writhed in pain. She twisted in the air. Her skin burned and froze, her bones snapped and reformed. She screamed until her voice went hoarse and broke.