#festival/carnival/fairgrounds

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Day 7: Clear Day Fair

Tags: @loturaweek2024 Clear Day, festival/carnival/fairgrounds, background Shiro/Keith, background Hunk/Shay, background Matt/N-7, food and carnival prizes, flirting

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“It’s hard to believe that just four decaphoebes ago, we were all at war,” Allura said, sliding her hand into the crook of Lotor’s elbow and resting her head daintily against his shoulder. No use getting too cozy: they’d resume walking soon. But for the moment she held onto her betrothed, (the talsean chain he’d gifted her burning a hole in her pocket, not quite yet ready to tell the others, and Altean engagements started out private, anyway) and enjoyed the sight of people walking about, smiling, laughing, eating, playing carnival games and riding contraptions.

“It is,” he breathed. Harder to believe for him, than her, some small piece of him, she knew, believing that he would never quite get this far, his father’s empire an endless and unkillable thing.

They stood together in companionable silence a long, long moment. The breeze rustled at the hem of her dress, a scandalous little thing that went down only to her knees, fluffy and ruffled, and left her collarbone and shoulders bare. He’d dressed nice for today, too, still anxious about setting aside his armor, but today was a day of celebration and joy. He was wearing an old Altean tunic Coran had found somewhere in the castleship’s storage, his arms as bare as hers were, and she enjoyed the sight and feel of his unarmored biceps quite nicely.

He turned to her, gently dislodging her from his shoulder, and smiled, just a little bit of fang poking out. “Shall we join in?”

She smiled back, warm and with a little happy twitch to her ears. “I think we shall.”

What to do, what to do though? They were surrounded by so many options, it was a little hard to choose.

Shiro and Keith were at the arcade, racing against one another on a level so high they had a small gaggle of children surrounding the mock pilot chairs, their one token stretching much further than the arcademaster might like. That was well and good for them, but Allura had spent quite enough time piloting the Blue Lion these last few decaphoebes, and Lotor agreed that such activities were more work than pleasure in his mind.

Hunk and Shay were on a slow moving ride, cozied up and cuddling in the lovebird-shaped railcar while they were serenaded by wacky mascots and bright colors. They traded back and forth gentle knocks of their foreheads, Shay guiding Hunk through the motion, and embarrassingly public kisses, Hunk showing Shay how. The cuddling definitely seemed pleasant, but the loud music and very public shows of affection weren’t exactly what the two royals would count as a nice (or romantic, in terms of the mascots) time.

Matt and N-7 were wandering the displays, children’s 4-H projects and adolescents’ experiments and community members’ quilts and crochet and knit works and artistry and sculptures and technological wonders and photography and baked goods and insect collections and mushroom displays and favored livestock all out on display, discussing what looked to be some sort of mechanical puzzle or contraption. That looked fun, also, but felt a bit underwhelming when they were at a fair. Maybe later, Lotor and Allura agreed they wanted to do something a little more fun first.

They began to wander, perusing their options, when Allura stopped him with a sharp tug on his hand. “Oh Lotor, look at that!” she said, pointing at a cute plush toy with giant marble eyes and soft fuzzy fur.

“Would you like it?” Lotor asked, cocking his head at the thing like he wasn’t quite sure what it was.

“That’s a tier three prize right there,” said the carnie, leaned back on their chair, “gotta get thirty points; you a good shot?”

“I am,” Lotor said confidently, walking up to the stall and paying for the game. Allura fluttered a bit to have him so willingly indulging her, and also to see him lift the mock gun with those pretty pretty arms of his.

His first shot went wildly off-mark. “Hm. The balance is off,” he murmured to himself, and corrected. The second was just shy of the center of his target, earning him two points instead of five.

Every shot that followed hit the dead center of their marks, and the carnie whistled, impressed. Allura could feel herself grinning, and extended her hands with a giggle as the carnie handed the stuffed animal to Lotor, who then promptly turned and handed it to her.

“Thank you,” she said sweetly, hugging the toy to her chest.

“Of course,” he said, looking quite pleased with himself, and a little flushed beside. She raised her eyebrows, then ducked her chin into the soft fuzz of her gift.

“And does my paramour enjoy providing me with gifts?” she asked, sweet and cheeky and looking up at him from under her eyelashes, shoulders drawn close to her ears.

At “provide” she actually witnessed his pupils dilate, and he licked his lips briefly before returning, “Only if my dearest enjoys receiving them.”

Giggling, she took his hand in hers again, now having discovered how they would spend their time. She pulled him to the next game with a prize she liked—not far indeed, as there was an abundance of plushies, shining trinkets, cheap plastic jewelry of absolutely no value, and kitschy souvenirs that caught her eye.

The ring toss went fine from the first throw, winning her a long-limbed plush that had magnets sewn in its hands so it could hang around her neck, he had to try twice at the game where he filled a thin tube with water but successfully perched a little plastic tiara on top of her head, making her giggle at having two, he tossed balls into baskets and flicked marbles precise distances, looking more and more smugly pleased with himself each time he handed her whatever it was that she had pointed at. They were burning through their tokens rather quickly, but eh, they could always purchase more, and Allura was certainly not going to stop him from piling her high with stuffed toys and assorted knick-knacks.

He struggled the most at stalls run by Unalu, surprising Allura not at all, but although she insisted that she didn’t need the prize that had drawn her eye, he insisted on victory before they left. It was sweet, and deeply charming, and as Allura’s arms grew more and more full of the prizes he’d won her she found herself gigglier and gigglier.

“Voltron plushies, toss a ring, win a plush,” another Unalu hawked at passerby, and this time Lotor was the one to stop them.

“A… purple lion?” he asked, one eyebrow as arched as she’d ever seen it. “That does not exist.”

Allura bent to observe the lineup closer, the five colors she was used to, yes, but also a pink, white, and purple lion propped up at the end of the line, many more clustered on the wall of the back of the stand.

She looked up at him, just a motion of her eyes, face still close to the purple offender.

“I do want it though,” she said through the fluff of three different plush toys.

Lotor hesitated, then blushed, then looked away. “Well. If the lady wants.”

“Then the lady shall receive! Very good, sir, ten tokens to play!” the Unalu prompted, and tried to hand Lotor a set of rings much smaller than the ones scattered about the display.

“These are not correct,” Lotor said, derisive and with the low tone that made her shiver.

“Of course they are! They just look small in your strong, masculine—hands…”

Lotor loomed over the swindler, scowling impressively.

“You know, I think I did actually hand you the wrong set, here you are sir, enjoy!”

The carnie swapped the rings out for the actual size, and Lotor relaxed. Observed his targets. And made every single toss.

“Woo!” Allura cheered, jumping a little, her hands full.

“Ah. Well. Erm, according to the sign, which is in your line of sight so I wouldn’t ever tell you anything differently, nine successful throws is three small prizes or one large one. So if your lady here wants the purple one, you get two mor—”

“The pink one! The pink and blue ones!” Allura interjected excitedly, and the carnie handed them over.

“This one’s for you,” she said, setting the blue lion on his shoulder like a cat would perch. The pink and purple one she settled beneath her arm, almost immediately losing them in the mass of the other plush gifts.

“Ah—your—”

“My lion, the one that is real, and actually exists. Not these silly fakes,” she teased, smiling up at him.

“Ah,” he said, and oh, she did far too thoroughly enjoy her ability to render this man speechless. It was intoxicating, seeing her beautiful, eloquent Lotor reduced to a pleased smile half hidden by his hand, ears tinged with his blush.

The smell of funnel cake, made of ground tubers instead of grains, as she might have had on Altea, yet still unmistakable, wafted through the air.

“Oh! We must have one!” Allura insisted, dragging him away from the games and into the hall of food vendors, ciders and grilled skewers and breaded pockets of meat and air-puffed ground tubers that also should’ve been grains if this were Altea and sweets and cloudsugar lining them on either side, and Allura joined the first of the lines.

“It’s sweet!” Lotor remarked when they got theirs, a dusting of sugar falling on his chest as he bit into the fried delight.

“Of course!” Allura agreed joyfully.

“It’s good.”

“Do you not often enjoy sweets?”

Lotor snorted, taking another bite. “You might recall that standard Galran fare involves uniquely bland off-beige paste and little else.”

“Well, yes, and we Alteans have our exceedingly green goo, but surely you must eat regular food when you are planetside?”

Lotor gave her a look.

“Lotor. Only eat half of that. We are going to try everything in this aisle.”

He laughed at her sudden seriousness, but Allura was not anywhere even close to joking. He dutifully waited with her in every single line, trying out savory meats and spicy candies and more sweets and buttery tubers at her prompting, eating whatever they’d just purchased while they waited in the next line. They bumped into Pidge, Hunk, and Shay in one of the lines, chatting happily while Lotor gnawed on a well-sauced bone of meat, and Hunk reminded them to hydrate while they were here. When they finished with their final shop (a meat skewer place with crisped alliums and bell peppers that smelled divine) she decided to play another little ploy on her intended, and guided him away from the crowd.

“This is good, as well,” he praised, seeming to enjoy the meat dishes the most out of everything they’d tried.

“Good! Give me a bite,” she said, resettling all her many plush gifts in both hugging arms, so she could not reach out and take it. Instead, when he began to extend the skewer to her, she opened her mouth and leaned forward.

“Allura?” he choked, eyes blown so wide they were nearly all pupil.

For her part, she blinked her eyes as big as they would go and stared up at him innocently. “My hands are full,” she commented, high pitched and sweet, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Won’t you feed me a bite?”

Feeding one’s partner was not quite so scandalous as kissing them in public, but it wasn’t nothing, either. She opened her mouth again, doing her best impression of guileless but probably blushing, herself, and watched her fiance visibly struggle with his composure before feeding her a bite.

“Mm! It is good!” she agreed, smiling for an entirely different reason.

“You are a wicked, devilish woman.”

Allura giggled, grinning wide, and spun on the ball of her foot with a little flounce of her dress.

“That’s me! Now, whatever shall we do next?”

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carnival stims || videos by me (second one has such shitty quality sorry)

[jmkjournalblog]

"Soulmates" Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing:Wednesday Addams x FemVampire! Reader

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes

Warnings: None

Y/n POV

The flashing lights and clamor of the Harvesting Festival surrounded us, each noise and vivid display feeling almost surreal compared to the shadowed stone walls of Nevermore.

After we left the mirror maze, I found myself walking alongside Enid and Yoko. Enid was practically vibrating with excitement as she flitted between booths, desperately trying to convince us to ride a garish-looking Ferris wheel or taste-test the vendors' multicolored sweets. I played along, amused at the sight of her hopping from stall to stall, though I couldn’t entirely shake the feeling that something was off.

Yoko walked at a more measured pace beside me, her crimson-tinted sunglasses casting a strange glow as the neon lights caught their reflection. She seemed content to keep a casual distance, her attention darting around with an almost predatory interest in the people around us.

“Do you always look this unimpressed?” I teased, bumping her shoulder lightly as we meandered past a ring-toss game.

She tilted her head, lips quirking. “Only when I’m surrounded by chaos. Nevermore’s a circus on good days. This? This is just… another layer.”

Enid popped up between us, holding a pair of steaming caramel apples. “Come on, you two! It’s not all bad. Y/n, you haven’t even smiled once.”

“I’ve smiled plenty,” I shot back, taking the apple from her and pretending to inspect it as if it might bite first. “It’s just hard to tell when I’m surrounded by so many vampires and rainbows.”

“Rude,” Enid huffed, though her playful glare didn’t last. She spotted another attraction—this one involving some kind of spinning ride—and bounded away, already calling out for us to follow. I chuckled under my breath and exchanged a glance with Yoko.

“I’m surprised you tolerate the glitter bomb,” she said, amusement coloring her words.

“It’s a strange dynamic,” I admitted, my tone light. “Maybe I have a weakness for contrasts.”

Before Yoko could respond, my attention was drawn away. Across the expanse of booths, weaving between carnival-goers with a dark, purposeful gait, was Wednesday. I watched her as she moved—silent, alone, eyes fixed on the edges of the forest beyond the fairgrounds. My senses, ever attuned, sharpened.

“Y/n?” Yoko’s voice brought me back, but my eyes remained on the retreating figure of Wednesday. She had nearly reached the shadows of the woods, the darkness swallowing her small frame. Whatever she was doing, it wasn’t good.

“Go on with Enid,” I said quietly, handing Yoko the apple I hadn’t bitten into. She raised an eyebrow, sensing my sudden shift in mood.

“Is this a hero thing, or...?” she asked, a trace of humor lacing her voice.

“It’s a me thing.” I offered her a thin smile and began walking away. “I’ll catch up later.”

Without waiting for a response, I moved toward the path that Wednesday had taken, the noise of the carnival fading behind me with each step.

The darkness of the forest greeted me like an old companion. Trees loomed high, their branches twisting and knotting together to block out much of the festival's light. The carnival sounds became a muffled murmur, as if I'd crossed a boundary into a world that shouldn’t coexist with the one of clowns, rides, and caramel apples.

Wednesday's figure flitted ahead, her black silhouette blending into the night. I kept my distance, careful to match her quiet footfalls. Whatever drew her into the forest had her moving like she was chasing—or being chased. It was unlike her to be so transparent, but it was also clear she was driven by something more than mere intrigue.

She glanced over her shoulder once, and I quickly stepped behind the thick trunk of an oak tree. My heartbeat sped up, adrenaline prickling beneath my skin. If she saw me following, she’d either ignore me or take it as a challenge. Either way, I wasn’t ready to let her out of my sight—not with whatever ominous weight hung over this moment.

Suddenly, a rustle in the underbrush pulled my attention. It was only then that I noticed how still the forest had become. No chirping insects. No night birds. Just silence.

Wednesday picked up her pace, slipping deeper into the woods. I cursed under my breath and quickened my own steps. Branches snagged at my clothes, and the cool air bit at my exposed skin. I focused on her movements, the sharp lines of her shoulders and the determined tilt of her head.

She came to an abrupt stop. In front of her, Rowan stood, eyes wide with a manic edge. I squinted, recognizing the anxious boy from school. His body seemed taut, ready to spring—like prey cornered by a predator. But Wednesday was not the predator here.

The wind shifted, and I caught their words.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Rowan hissed, his voice trembling with both fear and anger. He held a piece of paper clenched in his hand, but even from where I stood, I could see it was no ordinary scrap.

“Prophecies are meant to be broken,” Wednesday countered, her tone as cold as winter’s edge. “I’d think you, of all people, would know that.”

I took a step closer, every sense alert. I couldn’t yet see what drove Rowan’s desperation, but his power crackled in the air, and he was looking at Wednesday like she was his doom.

He raised a hand, and suddenly, she was pinned against a tree by some unseen force. The breath caught in my throat as I watched her struggle, her pale face set in a mask of grim determination.

“This isn’t about you, Wednesday,” Rowan said, sounding almost apologetic, though his eyes betrayed no mercy. “This is about saving us all.”

With that, he raised the crumpled paper high. “My mother saw it. You will destroy us.”

The wind howled around them. I edged closer, my instincts screaming at me to intervene, but before I could make a move, something crashed through the trees behind Rowan—a blur of snarling fury. The beast. It was large, hulking, and covered in coarse fur. I had heard rumors about such creatures, but seeing it was different—a nightmare given form.

In an instant, it was upon Rowan. He screamed, a chilling, guttural sound, as claws tore into him. Blood sprayed across the forest floor. I barely had time to react; Wednesday was freed from her telekinetic restraints and dropped to the ground, rolling away from the carnage.

The beast’s wild eyes locked with mine for a split second. It paused, as if recognizing me, before it bolted into the darkness, leaving only destruction in its wake. Rowan lay motionless, and the air was thick with metallic scent and dread.

I stepped forward, breathless, as Wednesday pushed herself up, her eyes colder than I’d ever seen them. She glanced at Rowan’s body, then at me. Her gaze was unreadable, but beneath it, I sensed a torrent of emotion she would never let surface. Anger, confusion, maybe even fear.

“You followed me,” she said, her voice low but pointed.

“You shouldn’t have gone alone,” I replied, matching her cool tone despite the whirlwind inside me.

She didn’t thank me, of course. That wasn’t Wednesday’s way. Instead, she turned her attention to the torn piece of prophecy clutched in Rowan’s lifeless grip, pulling it free with grim determination.

Third person POV -next day-

Wednesday’s eyes never betray emotion, but this morning they burn with cold determination. Rowan’s reappearance after the brutal encounter in the woods is not just unsettling—it’s infuriating. She stalks the stone halls of Nevermore with unyielding purpose, her boots striking against the floor like war drums. Y/n follows at a calculated distance, her steps silent but presence unmistakable.

“Would it kill you to make less noise?” Y/n drawls when Wednesday pauses by a Gothic archway to scan the students shuffling past. “People will think you’re trying too hard.”

“Like you?” Wednesday’s retort is venomous, but her eyes remain fixed on the hallway leading to Rowan’s dorm.

Y/n smirks, leaning against the cold stone with predatory grace. “You’re wasting your time with this alone act, Addams. You want answers. I can help you find them.”

“No.” Wednesday turns to face Y/n fully, her expression as cutting as a blade. “You want an excuse to meddle. There’s a difference.”

Y/n tilts her head, amusement playing in her dark eyes. “Touché.” She takes a step closer, her voice dropping to a low, provocative whisper. “But I’ll meddle whether you want me to or not. I find it thrilling to keep you… on edge.”

Before Wednesday can respond, the sound of muffled voices draws her attention. They slip into the shadows near Rowan’s dormitory, where Xavier’s unmistakable voice can be heard. The boy is arguing with Bianca in the hallway, their tones heated.

Wednesday’s hand darts out, signaling Y/n to stay quiet. Y/n raises an eyebrow but obeys, watching intently as Wednesday edges closer. When the door opens, Wednesday moves like a shadow, slipping inside while Y/n remains as a lookout. Wednesday’s gaze flits across the cluttered space until it settles on a notebook with an unmistakable emblem—a purple book symbol, just like the page Rowan had shown her.

A creak behind her makes her whip around, daggers practically shooting from her eyes. Y/n stands in the doorway now, her expression serious for once. “You have seconds, Addams. Move.”

Wednesday’s jaw tightens, but she slips the notebook into her satchel. Y/n steps back just in time. Xavier and Bianca’s footsteps echo in the hallway. The girls forced to hide under Rowan’s bed, their bodies forced close together. There’s barely an inch between them.

“If they find us,” Y/n murmurs, her breath hot against Wednesday’s ear, “I’ll say you dragged me in here. You do have a thing for secluded spaces.”

Wednesday’s pulse quickens, but she refuses to look away. “I’ve killed for less.”

“Make me believe it,” Y/n dares, eyes darkening.

The door creaked open, silencing their exchange. Heavy footsteps and the sound of voices filled the room as Xavier and Bianca entered mid-argument.

“Your little stunt at the Poe Cup doesn’t impress me, Bianca,” Xavier said, his tone edged with frustration.

Bianca scoffed, her voice laced with condescension. “Of course it doesn’t. You’re too busy sulking to appreciate greatness.”

“This isn’t greatness; it’s cheating,” Xavier snapped. “Every year, you sabotage the course so no one else can even finish. You think that’s something to be proud of?”

Beneath the bed, Wednesday stiffened. Her mind churned with the implications of Xavier’s words. She turned her head slightly toward Y/n, who raised an eyebrow, intrigued but silent.

“Sabotage?” Bianca’s laugh was a dagger, cold and deliberate. “I prefer to call it… ensuring my rightful place. If the others can’t keep up, that’s their problem, not mine.”

“You’re unbelievable,” Xavier said, the disgust in his voice palpable.

“No, Xavier, I’m practical,” Bianca replied sharply. “Unlike you, I don’t rely on pity points or half-baked efforts. If you want to win, you do whatever it takes. That’s survival. That’s power.”

Y/n’s lips quirked into a faint smirk as she glanced at Wednesday, her voice barely audible. “Sounds like your kind of girl.”

Wednesday shot her a murderous glare, silently willing her to remain quiet.

Xavier let out an exasperated sigh. “You’re impossible, Bianca. This whole school is just a game to you, isn’t it?”

“Correction,” Bianca said, her tone as sharp as a blade. “It’s a game I always win. And this year will be no different.”

The tension in the room hung heavy as Xavier let out another sigh and turned toward the door.

As the door shut behind them, the silence in the room was deafening.

Y/n shifted slightly, her lips brushing against Wednesday’s ear again. “Cheating to stay on top. She’s more interesting than I thought.”

“Enough,” Wednesday hissed, crawling out from under the bed. She stood and brushed herself off, her mind already calculating the next move.

Y/n followed leisurely, a grin tugging at her lips. “You’re thinking of a way to humiliate her, aren’t you?”

[twister-sister]

With October coming around the corner, is Halloween celebrated in JK au? If so, who gets the most into it? I see JK wearing the best costume of Jack Skellington~ P.S. Love your art and aus! hope you have a great day/night wherever you live at!

"If I am Jack, will you be my Sally ?" - JK

Yes!, Halloween is celebrated through the entire month of October each sector hosts an array of festivities Week 1 - Home, sector, business decorating, and setting up for the month.

Week 2 - Spooky Halloween-themed music festival and carnival, singers from all around including other dimensions perform 💎 and ❤️ territory

Week 3 - Terrifying haunted rides, houses, walk-throughs, and horror movies/slasher films projected in a stadium, all-night swimming, and bonfire by Songbird Lake ♣️ and ♠️ territory

Week 4 - Quiet hay rides through the autumn landscape, animated and not-so-scary films, such as Scary Godmother projected on the side of Clover castle, campfire with spooky stories and s'mores 🍀 territory

Week 5 - A week-long banquet in the center of Jester Square all are welcome to attend and camp in the fairground, on the day of Halloween there is trick-or-treating and a costume ball at Jk's Manor, his children are required to participate in, much to Hearts dismay 🎭👑 territory

Awww thank you so much!! >//w//<!! I'm so glad you enjoy them and my art!! <3 <3!!

[shuadotcom]

Smoke & Mirrors (M)

🎡 Summary: You’re feeling uncharacteristically adventurous and your boyfriend just can’t say no to you.

🎡 Pairing: Stoner!Seungcheol x Stoner!Afab Reader

🎡 Genres & AUs: Smut, established relationship au

🎡 Rating: 18+ (MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED)

🎡 Warnings: Marijuana usage, profanity, hair pulling, pet name (baby), dirty talk, blowjob, unprotected sex, mirror sex, sex while high, semi-public sex, creampie

🎡 Words: 3.6k

🎡 Note: Written for @k-vanity's Wanderlust Festival.

Genre/ride: smut - ferris wheel Trope/event: petting zoo - established relationship

Thank you to my beta bby @horanghater mwah 💋

Taglist: @duhnova @gyuwoncheol @multi-kpop-fanfics 💗

“Oh my god. The carnival is in town.” You spring up on the couch from where you’ve been lounging, head in Seungcheol’s lap. He nearly drops the bong in his hands, but manages to keep it in his grasp.

“You wanna…go to the carnival?” He asks, his sentence coming out just slightly slower than usual. Your Saturday date nights with Seungcheol typically consist of getting stoned, watching tv, stuffing your faces, and then fucking a few times, but you’re feeling restless and adventurous tonight and are itching for something else to do. 

Saying no to you has never been one of your boyfriend’s strong suits, which is why you make the short walk from your apartment a couple of blocks to the fairgrounds. Living in the city means easy access to things you need and it helps that it’s the middle of fall, so the air is chilly, but not uncomfortably so, making the walk enjoyable.

“What if people figure out we’re…high?” Seungcheol asks after you arrive and purchase your tickets. He looks around and whispers that last part as you file into the entrance.

“They won’t as long as you stop acting suspicious!” Seungcheol raises his eyebrow at you and purses his lips.

“Me? Suspicious?” You blink back at him, two of you having an impromptu staring contest before bursting into a fit of shared giggles. You likely look insane to the people passing by you standing off to the side, doubled over in laughter, but you don't pay them any mind. Seungcheol’s wide smile and infectious laugh are all you can concentrate on.

When you finally get a grip on yourselves, you take his hand and drag him behind you onto each ride you can. Typically, you’d be hesitant about getting on a ride that came out of a suitcase, but the weed makes you more daring and puts you in a good mood. It helps that Seungcheol, who normally would prefer to stay on the ground, goes on each ride with you, even if he’s a little more apprehensive than you.

Seungcheol lets you drag him around to all of the fast-paced rides first: the tilt-a-whirl, the pirate swing, the slingshot ride, bumper cars - anything that satisfies your cannabis-induced need for speed. He even lets you buy some feed to give to a few farm animals in the small petting zoo. Unfortunately, he does need to practically lift you in his arms to lead you away from the piglet you attempt to steal numerous times. (“We can name him Wilbur!” “That pig is not ours, Y/n!” is the last thing the animal’s owner hears, frowning as you’re taken away.)

Between putting your life and trust in the hands of bored looking carnival workers, you and Seungcheol make it a point to eat. You had left your apartment before you got too deep into your munchies stash, so you had to make up for it with as much funnel cake and kettle corn you can inhale without getting sick.

“Can we please go on the ferris wheel?” Seungcheol pouts at you after you finish off your pretzels. 

You’re surprised, eyeing the giant wheel a few feet away from the picnic table you’re sitting at. 

“You wanna go on the ferris wheel?”

“I need a break from all the fast and furious rides and that’s the only one that will slow your crazy ass down.” He laughs and you can’t help that your eyes stay locked on the way his eyes squint and his nose crinkles when he lets out the sound - one of your favorite sounds.

You relent because of course you do, and you let him take you to the ferris wheel with him. Seungcheol holds his hand out to help you enter the ferris wheel cart then files in after you, the ride worker shutting the door tight behind you. Seungcheol sits close to you in the small box, his thighs pressing against yours as you wait to start your ascent. 

Once the ride finally starts to move, you marvel at the way everything beneath you gets smaller and smaller the higher you move, even if it’s slow and easy-paced. Seungcheol glances out the window on his side here and there, but the weed doesn’t seem to be doing enough to ease his mind at the new heights you reach on the wheel.

To distract him, you reach out and hold his hand, startling him, but he recovers quickly and grips your hand. His fingers are cool as they link with yours, his hand soft and secure.

Something in you stirs and you let your eyes wander, refamiliarizing yourself with the shape of his hands. Your eyes trail up to his arm covered in a jacket that isn’t too tight but still hugs his biceps enough. It’s not zipped all the way so you can see his chest underneath, the cotton shirt underneath hugging his defined pecs (and by god are they defined).

It only takes you a few minutes to feel your stomach churns with a familiar need for Seungcheol. You squeeze your thighs together as you eye his neck and up to his face. All of the skin along the way is much too clear and mark-free if you do say so yourself.

He’d taken his beanie off when you got on the ride and you can see how messy his hair is, especially after he ran his hand through it as many times as he did while you waited for the ride to start. You want to run your fingers through the dark strands so bad. 

So you do. Seungcheol is surprised but doesn’t shy away from your hand. He does the opposite in fact, bringing his head closer to make it easier for you. Seungcheol has a lot of qualities you like and one of those is how even though he’s usually in charge in the bedroom, it takes little to no time to initiate intimacy with him. 

He simply cannot say no to you.

Knowing this, you start to move your hand down, giving his hair one last comb through before grazing your fingers over his thick neck, fingers tapping the sensitive skin as you go. Seungcheol sighs, leaning into your touch and you go down to his bicep, squeezing it as you keep going until your hand lands over the crotch of his sweatpants. 

That seems to break Seungcheol from the daze he had slipped into when you started touching him. He looks at you wordlessly, red-rimmed eyes half-lidded but still asking you a million questions. What are you doing? Are you sure? Here?

Wordlessly, you give him your answer by squeezing his already half-hard cock. You’re so damn lucky that weed makes your boyfriend just as needy the same way it does for you.

Seungcheol groans but doesn’t stop you and instead spreads his legs wider, inviting you in. 

Without hesitation, your hand slips into the waistband of his sweatpants and his underwear 

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, head slowly angling back to the window of the cart.

“Want you so bad, Cheol,” you whisper even though there’s no one around. “Wanna suck your cock. Can I please?”

“Shit, baby of course.” Seungcheol helps you pull the waistband of his sweatpants down enough to expose the opening in his boxers. You fish out his cock, the heaviness of it weighs in your hand and you can feel just how sticky your panties are against you. You have enough sense to glance out of the ferris wheel card window and you notice that you’re still inching at a snail's pace to the top.

Bending over still in your seat, you give the head of Seungcheol’s dick a few kitten licks. A deep sound rumbles in his chest and it almost makes you moan in response just hearing him.

But time is of the essence, so you swallow him down your throat in one go, the man bucking his hips and yelping in response. His hands fly to your hair, fingers weaving into the base of your strands to tug.

Moaning at the slight sting, you bob your head, letting his dick slide against your tongue, making sure to hollow your cheeks as you work him. Seungcheol loves it when you gag around his length so you do it for him, letting his cockhead nearly hit the back of your throat each time you bring your head down.

“Fuck, babe. You’re so fucking good at sucking my cock…” his words draw out as he starts to fuck your face, albeit lazily. You hum out affirmatively around him, your pussy clenching at the praise. 

Your hands wrap around all of him that you can’t take, moving in tandem with your head as you gulp him down, listening to his heavy grunts echo off of the cart walls. It mixes with the wet sound of your mouth working him up and taking him in over and over again.

When Seungcheol starts to pant frantically, you know he’s close.

“Mmm, want you to cum in my mouth,” you drawl around his length, only coming up for a big gulp of air and to tell him what you want.

“W-wait, I wanna fuck you.” The fingers that are tangled in your hair still as he tries to lift you from his cock.

You let him fall from your mouth and sit up, pouting at him. “I don’t think there’s enough room, Cheol.” He seems to remember where you are and how small the space you’re in is.

“Y/n, I can’t wait till we get back to your place. I might cum in my pants on the walk back.”

The thought makes you giggle which earns you a sharp smack on your thigh. You can feel the sting through your leggings and it only serves to make you wetter, your panties inevitably a complete mess.

“Hmm…how about when the ride is up if you can find someplace to fuck me we can do it here.”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, Seungcheol’s expression turns serious, clearly a man on a mission. He finally turns to take in the ground beneath you, scanning for some place, any place, to take you away from prying eyes. Just long enough to fill you with his seed and watch the look on your face as you cum all over him - for him. 

The ferris wheel is beginning its descent as he tucks himself back into his pants and you think he sees something that may be promising, a determined look on his face. When you safely reach solid ground and your cart door opens it’s his turn to drag you around the grounds.

You walk past plenty of rides with their bright lights and loud sounds trying to distract you from what you both want - no, need - right now. All of the booths and rides seem to be running and packed with patrons, nowhere private in sight as of yet.

The answer comes to you when the two of you stumble upon a mirror maze attraction. The building has a ‘closed’ sign on the front doors which are assumedly locked tight.

This doesn’t deter Seungcheol as he simply sneaks with you around the building, looking for some way to get you both inside. When he finds that the back door to the attraction is way too conveniently unlocked, you think of it as a gift from the universe. The universe obviously wants you two to fuck and has handed this to you.

Seungcheol holds your hand tight as he goes into the door first, tiptoeing into a back room, presumably where workers would be when the attraction was live. There is another door that leads you right into the maze. The lights are dim, but they’re on and you can’t help but wonder if someone plans on coming in here at some point.

He takes you far enough into the attraction that you’re surrounded by nothing but yourself, but you’re still close enough to where you came in. The last thing either of you want is to get lost and need to call for help.

“It’s so weird seeing myself so many times. Do I look silly?” You question out loud, eyes sweeping over all of your reflections surrounding you. It makes you a little dizzy seeing so many copies of yourself.

“Of course not, baby. You look as beautiful as always.” Seungcheol’s words echo through your mind when you finally notice he’s behind you now, meeting your eyes through the mirror when you look up. 

He's pressed up against your back, his hard cock obvious against you. “So pretty and all mine.” Seungcheol grabs your jaw and turns your head to the side to bring his lips crashing into yours. His tongue immediately pushes through the seam of your lips, wrapping around yours as he grinds against you fully clothed.

You moan into each other’s mouths as his hands move to grab at every part of you - your tits, your stomach, your thighs, your ass. Seungheol explores your body and your mouth and it leaves you as nothing but absolute putty in his hands.

When he pulls away from you, you whine in protest and he places a peck on your cheek.

“I know, sweetheart, but I need to be inside that pussy so badly. You want that too, right?”

“God, yes, please. I need you so bad, Cheol.”

“Fuck yeah, you do. Gonna give you what you need, baby.” He hurries to pull his sweats and his underwear down enough for his length to be free, letting the fabric rest around his thighs. He helps you shimmy your leggings and panties down your legs and drop at your ankles. You’re close enough to the mirror now that Seungcheol bends you over, your hands resting on the cold glass.

“Look at you already, baby. Already dripping for me just from sucking me off and making out?” Seungcheol taps the head of his cock against your ass then down to your pussy lips. He nudges it against your folds once before pulling back, and you whimper at the loss. 

“Yes, please, Cheol. Need to feel you. Need you to fill me up.”

“Fuck, baby and I will.”

Through the mirror you watch Seungcheol bring his hands around you to your mouth, offering you his index and middle finger. “We have to be quick, so can you help me get you ready?” 

Without a second thought, you’re nodding and when he brings his fingers around to your mouth, you suck them in greedily, making eye contact with him through the mirror. You suckle on his digits, wrapping your tongue around them just like you did to his dick.

When he deems his fingers sufficiently coated, he pops them out of your mouth and brings them to your sticky folds. His first stop is your clit, rubbing a few circles into the sensitive nub. Your head falls forward as a long, drawn-out squeal leaves you as soon as he makes contact. You’re already so wet and wound up that you don’t think you’ll last very long at this rate. Lucky for you, your boyfriend is at the same point, his breath shuddering as he slides his fingers inside of you, reveling in how warm and tight you are.

Seungcheol’s thick fingers piston in and out of you, scissoring them with each plunge back into your heat. You love the feeling of him prepping you. He always takes his time to get you ready to take him, giving you extra care, but this is different. You’re not in one of your beds or even the car;  you have to be quick to avoid getting caught, but you also need him badly.

“Cheol, please just fuck me, please. Can’t wait anymore.”

“I wanna take my time with you, but fuck, I can’t wait either.”

When he pulls his fingers from you, you look up again and through the mirror, you watch him suck on them, eyes fluttering closed momentarily as he savors your taste. Then he’s grabbing at your hips, his cock nudging your entrance. 

Your eyes roll back when he finally slips in, sheathing himself perfectly into your walls. The two of you share a noise of pleasure, his much deeper than yours, and you swear you can hear the bass in his voice vibrate through him and into you. It drives you absolutely insane.

Seungcheol’s hands take hold of your hips, starting at a pace that already has you breathless. Your palms lay flat against the mirror in front of you, fingers splayed to keep you balanced. He fucks into you frantically and with power, the slaps of his pelvis smacking into your ass sound bass-boosted to your ears and it’s your favorite sound at this moment.

The weed always makes feeling Seungcheol inside of you so much better than it already does when you’re sober. Coupled with how he’s driving into you so quickly and so harshly, you feel that much closer to floating away. All of your senses are on hyperdrive as he pistons his hips harder and harder, only making your cries and mewls for him that much louder as your eyes slip closed.

“God, you sound amazing, baby. But you look even better.” Seungcheol cups your face to keep you focused on the mirror in front of you. “Open your eyes.” It’s a demand, not a question, so you do. 

Sweat beads at your forehead, your droopy, red-tinged eyes staring back at you looking wild. Your tits bounce even from underneath your jacket due to Seungcheol’s thrusts. The mirror is fogged up where you’re breathing and your hands keep readjusting to keep you up, leaving sweaty prints in their wake. Seungcheol looks no different behind you. His eyes are tired but still boring into yours with each thrust, his tongue darting out to lick his already saliva-slick lips as his face glistens with sweat.

His broad chest rises and falls underneath his layers and you can’t help but think about just how good he looks when he’s not bundled up. The thought makes you clench around Seungcheol’s dick and it only serves to make him fuck into you harder, shoving his length so deep into you that you swear you feel him in your chest.

“Fuck me, Cheol, fuck gonna cum!” You sob, legs trembling to hold you up as your words slur together. 

“Yes, yes, come on, baby, cream all over my fucking dick.” Fingers that know your body almost better than you know yourself reach around you, pressing between your thighs and rubbing your clit. 

It takes only a few tweaks to have you falling apart, mouth hanging open as you do your damnedest to bite back the squeal you want to let out. Shockwaves roll over you as Seungcheol’s powerful hips thrust into you one, two, three more times and then he’s cumming too. The warm, sticky feeling of him milking himself into you has your eyes rolling back and your body going lax against the mirror. 

With the only sounds now being just you and Seungcheol breathing heavily, you become acutely aware of just how fucked out you look. You wonder if people will be able to tell that your boyfriend just rearranged your guts in such a public place.

“Hey,” Seungcheol interrupts your train of thought by tapping your thigh to bring your attention to him. You meet his eyes in the mirror and he flashes you a warm, reassuring smile. “Let’s get out of here?” 

He helps you right yourself and pulls your leggings up, then redresses himself. He takes your hand once more and you’re able to sneak back out of the attraction, easily avoiding getting caught. 

“I can’t believe we just did that,” you snicker, your earlier adrenaline rush quickly returning now that you’ve gotten away with what you wanted.  

“That’s probably the craziest thing I’ve ever done,” he mumbles and you agree with him, sharing more laughter with him as you loop your arm through his.

Could you curl up right now and take a nap? Yes. Could you also do a lap around the fairgrounds like a crazy person? Also yes. But, when you catch sight of Seungcheol’s disheveled hair that he’s run his fingers through a thousand times tonight and his red lips that he’s still biting between his teeth, you only want to do one thing.

“We can do something else crazy if you want,” Seungcheol glances over at you, curiosity written all over his face as he takes in your words.

“Oh? And what’s that?”

“Mmm, well the outdoor loveseat on my patio is spacious enough for both of us. And there’s a chance someone could see us up there if you were feeling up to being daring again.”

“Since when were you so open to exhibitionism?” 

“Since I let you fuck me in a closed-down carnival attraction that anyone could’ve walked into at any time.” 

Seungcheol licks his bottom lip again and you want so badly to have that be your tongue on him. 

“Let’s go back to your apartment,” he finally decides (not that it takes him very long to do so). “But I wanna eat you out first. Gotta have you ride my face for everyone to see.” His words go straight to your cunt, wetness already pooling and mixing with his cum still tucked inside of you. 

And just like that, you’re thanking the past, much more stoned you for feeling adventurous. You have a feeling after tonight, even more adventures await you and Seungcheol, and all of them more than likely involve you crying out his name. 

You can’t wait.

Net tags: @kflixnet @kbookshelf

[barbwritesstuff]

BM ROs go to a carnival/fairground type situation. What chaos ensues

Marco eats too much sugar.

Vicky breaks the strength test machine.

Farro wins Hani too many toys.

Carrie falls asleep on the ghost train.

Ed and Lee compete at air rifles. Lee wins. Ed thinks it's rigged.

Shawnie is in cosplay for some reason and people start lining up to take pictures of her. Ed starts charging them. They become part of the festival.

Sergi goes to find water for Marco who is suffering and gets lost.

Roe just keeps riding the Ferris wheel, enjoying being physically removed from the choas below.

[dearstvckyx]

Flufftober | 10.09 |

Carnival Friends - Cole Caufield (ft. Canadiens Players & WAGS)

The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the Montreal Carnival. Laughter echoed through the air, mingling with the sounds of playful music drifting from the various rides and booths. The sweet scent of cotton candy, popcorn, and funnel cakes wafted through the festive atmosphere, making it nearly impossible to resist indulging in something delicious.

It was the perfect day for a little adventure, and Cole Caufield couldn't have been happier to share it with his teammates from the Montreal Canadiens and their significant others. Dressed casually in a trendy hoodie and jeans, he was buzzing with excitement as he scanned the vibrant fairgrounds with a wide grin.

“Guys, come on! We have to hit the Ferris wheel first!” he urged, eyes sparkling like a child’s. Beside him, his girlfriend Jordan, who was wearing a brown dress that swirled around her on the warm breeze, laughed. She gently tugged on his arm, guiding him toward the enormous spinning wheel that dominated the carnival landscape.

“Easy there, speedy! We’ll get to it, but let’s grab some snacks first!” Jordan giggled, motioning toward a colorful cotton candy stand.

“Alright, but that cotton candy better be pink!” Cole exclaimed, darting toward the stall. A chorus of laughter erupted from the group as they followed Brendan Gallagher and his wife, Emma, who were leading the charge for sweets.

As they each purchased cones of cotton candy their captain fiancée, Caitlin, raised her pink fluff proudly. “To cotton candy! The only snack that’s basically air!” she proclaimed, making everyone laugh.

With their sugary treats in hand, they wandered toward the Ferris wheel. The lineup was short, and soon they were seated in the open-air gondola, swaying gently as they ascended. Cole leaned into Jordan, eyes shining as they reached the top. He held her hand tightly, and together they gazed out at the sprawling carnival below, the vibrant colors and lights stretching as far as the eye could see.

“Look! You can see the whole city from up here!” Cole exclaimed, a sense of awe washing over him. He didn’t want this moment to end.

After disembarking from the Ferris wheel, the entire group decided to challenge one another with the carnival games. With competitive spirits ignited, they split into two teams: Team Caufield and Team Gallagher. Cole’s determination to win shone through as he eyed a ring toss game.

“Alright, watch and learn!” he said, stepping up to the booth. He picked up a ring, tossed it, and it landed perfectly on a bottle. Success! Crowd cheering followed, and they all erupted into cheers.

“Okay, okay, nice throw, but can you beat this?” Gallagher teased, stepping up confidently. He tossed a ring—only for it to bounce off the edge and fall to the ground. Emma laughed and lightly kicked his shin.

“Good try, babe! At least you didn’t hit any innocent bystanders,” she taunted playfully, nudging him with her shoulder.

The friendly competition continued as the day rolled on. They indulged in massive turkey legs, cozying up in blankets and sharing laughter while finishing the last of the cotton candy. Cole and Jordan shared silly selfies with funny hats in one of the carnival photo booths, capturing every goofy moment.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, the group found themselves at the carnival's center stage, where they announced a surprise performance by a local band. The music filled the air, inviting everyone to join in the festivities.

“Dance with me!” Cole shouted to Jordan, pulling her to the front. The joy of the moment enveloped them as they danced, carefree and laughing. The rhythm seemed to match the beating of their hearts, surrounded by the love and camaraderie of their friends.

Brendan and Emma joined, twirling each other around, while the rest of the guys cheered them on. Laughter spilled into the night as they let the music take over, the magic of the carnival ensuring everyone had the best day ever.

As darkness fell and fairy lights twinkled like stars above, Cole wrapped an arm around Jordan, pulling her close. “I can’t think of any better way to spend a day,” he whispered softly.

“Me neither. Here’s to many more carnival adventures,” she smiled, leaning in for a sweet kiss as fireworks erupted in the sky, illuminating their world in scintillating colors.

With their hearts full and spirits soaring, the day at the carnival became a treasured memory they would cherish forever.

[dappervolk]

DAPPERVOLK'S CARNIVAL HAS BEGUN!

A brightly glowing fairground full of merriment has settled on the everfrost. Whether night or day, the festivities continue and wonders never cease. What will you find in a place of such oddities?

♦ Read the News Post ♦

[ask-good-cop-bad-cop]

for the writing rec thingy, maybe something having to do with how special days were handled when they were younger? Considering they both have very different ideas on social interaction, and ma and pa cop loving them very much, how would they compromise? (Sorry if this doesn’t make sense 😅)

Ma sighed as she watched her boys slouched on the couch watching cartoons. Yet another year where not a single invitation had been responded to. Liam tried to put up an act, pretend like it didn't bother him, but Ma knew better. It hurt them both that no one wanted to be their friend. Pa wrapped an arm around her and gave her a squeeze.

"Thoughts?" He asked.

"I don't know, dear... It just breaks my heart. They're good boys, they don't deserve this... If I could make friends for them, I'd do it in a heartbeat."

"I know you would, darling. I would too. Unfortunately that's beyond our ability, so we need to figure something else out to cheer them up."

Ma sighed and tried to think. An idea occurred to her. It was still pretty early in the day... "The Halloween Festival in Bricksburg might be a good place to start. That should give them the chance to hang out with other kids their age that don't already have a bias against them. And then we can take them out for cake and ice cream after."

The boys seemed to perk up a little once the idea was pitched to them. Liam was still wary, but warmed up to it once he realized these kids would be complete strangers. They wouldn't already have it in their heads to be cruel just because they were different. With any luck, they never would. Garrett especially was thrilled with the idea of going to a festival. They had been to several small "festivals" in their little town, but the one in the city was sure to be so much bigger!

Minds made up, they pulled on their coat and followed their parents to the car. It was along drive to get to the city, more than half an hour. They spent the time holding silent conversations in their mind, as they had recently discovered they could.

"Do you think they'll have lots of games there??"

"Probably, yeah. Lots of food too. Maybe some rides."

"Mom? Will they have rides there?"

Ma smiled. "I'm sure they will, dear."

Garrett's eyes widened as they finally entered the city, and he nearly had his nose pressed to the window as he tried to take in all the sights. There was an awful lot of people around too. Pa muttered to himself as he tried to find a place to park. the parking lot was packed full of so many cars. After driving around for a few more minutes, he finally found a spot.

"Hold onto my hand, boys." Ma told them. "The fairgrounds are big, and with so many people it's easy to get lost." Liam dutifully took their mother's hand and held on tight.

His eyes went wide as he looked up to take in the sight before them. There was a fence all around the fairgrounds to keep people from getting in without tickets, but he could indeed see a number of carnival rides rising up over the top of it. Garrett's excitement was almost overwhelming. "Mom! Mom they have a roller coaster!"

Pa chuckled softly. "I guess we know what we're doing first, then. Sit tight boys, I have to go get our tickets." Liam nodded eagerly.

They spent the day dragging their parents all over the fairgrounds, riding the rides, playing the games, trying new foods, and just taking in all the sights and sounds. They even managed to get along with a few of the other kids there, happily playing team games together.

By supper time, their energy was waning. Pa smiled to himself and lifted them into his arms as they left the festival. By the time they reached the car again, they were out cold.

"They might not be as excited for this next year." Ma pointed out as Pa carefully buckled them into the back seat.

"I know. But we've got a year to figure out a new game plan. I'm just glad this worked out."

[sasha28x]

Chapter One - "Shadows of the Past"

This is my first fic - where Robert Fischer and Jonathan Crane are twin brothers! Not sure what will be the name of the story yet.

Pairing - Robert Fischer x Jonathan Crane x oc

Summary - Past of Robert Fischer's life and abduction of Jonathan. Also mentions of Robert's Dream of his family.

Warning - No warning

The Fischer mansion, perched on a hill overlooking Sydney, had always been a symbol of power and prestige. Yet, within its grand walls, shadows of the past lurked, casting long, haunting memories over Robert Fischer’s life.

Robert stood in his father's study, the room where Maurice Fischer had built his empire. The leather-bound books and dark mahogany furniture were unchanged since his childhood. But today on his birthday, the room felt suffocating, heavy with the weight of untold stories and unresolved grief.

He turned his gaze to a family photo on the desk. His younger self, barely four years old, stood between his parents, a bright smile on his face. Next to him, identical in every way, was his twin brother, Jonathan. The memory of that day was hazy, overshadowed by the tragedy that followed.

It was a warm, sunny afternoon in Sydney when Janet Fischer decided to take her twin boys, Robert and Jonathan, to the fair. The atmosphere was festive, filled with the sounds of laughter and the colorful sights of carnival games and rides. Robert, barely four years old at the time, clung to his mother's hand, his excitement palpable as they navigated through the bustling crowd.

Jonathan, identical in every way to Robert, was by his side, their bond inseparable. Janet watched over them with a mother's loving gaze, her heart swelling with pride at the sight of her two bright, energetic boys. She often marveled at how different yet similar they were—Robert more outgoing and adventurous, Jonathan quieter but with a mischievous streak.

The day of the fair was supposed to be a joyful outing, typical of the carefree moments they shared with their mother Janet. Robert recalls the vivid scenes: the colorful lights of the fairground, the laughter echoing around them, and the warmth of his mother's reassuring presence. But the tranquility shattered when Mark, a shadowy figure with a vendetta against Maurice Fischer, struck.

Mark's sudden appearance and ruthless act of kidnapping Jonathan sent shockwaves through the family. In an instant, the fair turned from a place of joy to a scene of chaos and despair. Janet's frantic cries pierced the air as she watched helplessly, her worst fears realized in a matter of seconds.

Janet's world shattered. She blamed herself for taking the boys out that day, for not being more cautious. Maurice, as usual, dismissed her fears, believing Jonathan would be found quickly. He refused to give in to Mark's demands, certain that involving the police would only complicate matters.

Maurice Fischer, consumed by his own ambitions and business dealings, initially dismissed Janet's concerns, believing Jonathan would be swiftly returned. His refusal to involve the authorities stemmed from a complex web of pride and past grievances with Mark, whose criminal activities were intertwined with Maurice's own history.

But Janet's anguish only deepened as days turned into weeks, and Jonathan remained missing. Maurice finally relented, defying Mark's warning and calling the police. The authorities acted swiftly, raiding Mark's hideout where a fierce gun battle ensued. Mark, cornered and desperate, fought back but was ultimately killed in the crossfire.

In his dying moments, Mark spat defiance, refusing to reveal Jonathan's whereabouts. The goons working with him were equally clueless, unaware of the hidden safe house where Mark had stashed the young boy.

As days turned into agonizing weeks with no sign of Jonathan, Janet's despair deepened. Her grief was compounded by Maurice's initial inaction, straining their marriage and eroding the once-steadfast foundation of the Fischer family. Janet's mental state deteriorated, haunted by the relentless anguish of a mother separated from her child.

One rainy evening, Robert found himself standing outside his mother's bedroom. The door was ajar, and he could see Janet sitting on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at a photo of Jonathan. The rain tapped against the windows, a somber rhythm that matched the heavy silence of the house.

"Mom?" Robert's small voice broke through the silence.

Janet looked up, her eyes empty. "Robert, go to bed, honey," she said softly.

"I miss Jonathan," Robert whispered, tears welling up in his eyes.

Janet's face crumpled, and she reached out to him, pulling him into a tight embrace. "I know, sweetie. I miss him too. So much."

That night, Robert was awakened by the sound of his father's frantic voice and the hurried footsteps of the household staff. He crept out of bed and down the hall, his heart pounding. He found Maurice standing outside Janet's room, his face ashen.

"What's happening?" Robert asked, his voice trembling.

Maurice didn't answer. He just stared at the closed door, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and disbelief. One of the staff members knelt beside Robert, gently guiding him away. "There’s nothing to be said Robert."

The next morning, Robert learned the truth: his mother had taken her own life, unable to bear the pain of losing Jonathan. The weight of her loss crashed down on him, a burden that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Janet Fischer's eventual suicide left Robert reeling in a sea of unanswered questions and profound loss. At a tender age, he faced the unthinkable: the abrupt loss of both his twin brother and his mother. The shadows of their absence loomed large over the Fischer mansion, transforming it from a symbol of power to a mausoleum of memories.

Robert's upbringing, marred by tragedy and familial discord, shaped his adult persona. The weight of unresolved grief and the unanswered mystery of Jonathan's fate became a silent burden he carried into his professional life. Despite his outward façade of success and privilege, Robert remained haunted by the unresolved questions surrounding his twin's disappearance.

The dreamscape was a maze of memories and fears. Cobb and his team had designed it to peel back the layers of Robert's subconscious, and it was working.

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Robert found himself walking through the fairground again, everything vibrant and slightly surreal. He saw his younger self, Jonathan, and Janet enjoying the day, oblivious to the looming danger.

Robert, now aware of the dream's nature, tried to reach out, to warn his mother, but his voice didn't carry. He watched as Mark approached, the scene playing out with agonizing slowness. Then, abruptly, the fairground dissolved into darkness, and Robert was alone in a cold, empty room. He recognized it as his childhood bedroom, but it was different—stripped of warmth, filled with shadows.

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In the next layer of the dream, Robert found himself in a replica of his father's study. Maurice was there, sitting behind the large mahogany desk, looking as stern and imposing as ever.

"Dad," Robert said, his voice echoing in the silent room.

"Robert," Maurice replied, not looking up from his papers.

"Why did you never search for him? Why did you not listen to Mom?" Robert's voice broke, years of pent-up emotion spilling out.

Maurice finally looked up, his eyes cold. "Because emotions are a weakness, Robert. I built this empire on strength and decisiveness, not on sentiment."

Robert's anger flared. "Jonathan was your son! How could you be so heartless?"

Maurice's expression softened, just for a moment, revealing a flicker of regret. "I did what I thought was best for the family. For you."

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The dream shifted again, this time to a dark forest. Robert felt a presence, something or someone watching him. He turned and saw a young boy, about four years old, standing among the trees. It was Jonathan.

"Jonathan?" Robert whispered, stepping closer.

The boy looked up, his face a perfect mirror of Robert's own at that age. "Why didn't you find me, Robert?" Jonathan's voice was small, filled with sadness.

"I tried, Jonathan. I was just a child," Robert replied, tears streaming down his face.

"You could have saved me," Jonathan said, and then he vanished into the darkness.

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From a young age, Robert had felt the weight of his father Maurice's expectations. Robert was often dismissed and underestimated. Maurice's distant demeanor and lack of paternal warmth left Robert questioning his own worthiness as the heir to the Fischer empire.

Throughout the inception process, guided by Dom Cobb and his team, Robert navigated through layers of constructed dreams that mirrored the complexities of his fractured relationship with Maurice.

In one dream, Robert found himself in a sunny backyard, watching his four-year-old self playing with friends. The scene was vibrant and joyful, filled with the sounds of children's laughter. Robert, carefree and energetic, was busy chasing after a ball with his friends.

Nearby, Jonathan sat alone under a tree, engrossed in examining a small creature he had found. His tiny hands delicately dissected it, his face a picture of intense curiosity. Maurice stood a few steps away, observing Jonathan with fascination.

"See, Robert," Maurice said, his voice echoing through the dream. "Jonathan is different. He's special. His curiosity, his intelligence... it's remarkable."

Young Robert looked up, his face falling as he saw his father's approving gaze directed at Jonathan. "But, Dad, I can do things too. I play with my friends. I'm good at games."

Maurice barely glanced at him. "Games are for children, Robert. Jonathan is already beyond that. He's interested in knowledge, in understanding the world. That's what makes him exceptional."

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The scene shifted, and Robert found himself in the study, watching as Maurice helped Jonathan with a mathematics problem. Jonathan's eyes sparkled with excitement as he quickly solved the equation, earning a proud smile from Maurice.

"Excellent work, Jonathan," Maurice praised. "You're going to achieve great things."

Robert stood in the corner, feeling invisible. He wanted to say something, to show his worth, but the words stuck in his throat. Maurice's approval seemed unattainable, always just out of reach.

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In another dream, Robert found himself in a sleek, modern office. He recognized it as his father's, but everything seemed slightly off, as if viewed through a distorted lens. Jonathan was there, looking exactly like Robert, but with an air of confidence and authority.

Maurice and Jonathan were deep in conversation, discussing complex business strategies and financial plans. Robert stood nearby, trying to understand but feeling completely lost.

"Jonathan, your insights are invaluable," Maurice said, his voice full of admiration. "You have a vision for this company that I never had."

Jonathan nodded, his tone serious. "Thank you, Dad. I believe we can take Fischer Industries to new heights."

Robert's heart sank. He felt like an outsider, a mere observer in a world where he didn't belong. Maurice's respect and approval were reserved for Jonathan, the son who embodied everything he admired.

"Dad," Robert tried to interject, his voice trembling. "What about me? Where do I fit in all this?"

Maurice barely glanced at him. "Robert, you're still a disappointment. Maybe one day you'll contribute, but for now, learn from your brother. He's the future of this company."

The words cut deep, reinforcing Robert's deepest fears. He wasn't good enough in his father's eyes. He wasn't Jonathan.

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The dreamscape shifted once more, and Robert found himself standing in a dark, empty room. Jonathan appeared, his face a mirror of Robert's own, but with a calm, knowing expression.

"Robert," Jonathan said softly, "are you looking for me, or are you looking for Dad's approval?"

Robert hesitated, his emotions swirling in a confusing mix of anger, sadness, and longing. "I... I don't know. I miss you, Jonathan. But I also want Dad to see me, to be proud of me."

Jonathan stepped closer, his eyes filled with empathy. "Dad's approval isn't everything, Robert. You have to find your own worth. Don't let his expectations define you."

Robert's frustration bubbled over, and he clenched his fists. "It's easy for you to say, Jonathan. You were always the favoured one, the prodigy. I was just the other son, the one who could never measure up. Do you even know what that's like?"

Jonathan's expression softened, his empathy deepening. "I never wanted to overshadow you, Robert. I just followed my interests. But you need to let go of this anger. It's holding you back."

"How can I let go?" Robert's voice cracked, his anger giving way to a torrent of grief. "You're gone. I don't even know if you're alive or dead. And if you're dead, it's because Dad couldn't protect you, couldn't protect us. How am I supposed to find my own worth when I don't even know who I am without you?"

Jonathan's image began to blur, the edges of the dream starting to dissolve. "Robert, whether I'm alive or dead, you have to move forward. You have to find your own path. Don't let our Dad's failures define you."

As the dream continued to break apart, Robert felt a strange sense of clarity amidst the turmoil. He realized that while finding Jonathan was important, finding himself was crucial. He needed to break free from the shadow of his father's legacy and discover his own identity, his own purpose.

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Back in the study, Robert faced Maurice once more. "I won't let your mistakes define me," he repeated, his voice resolute. "I will find out what happened to Jonathan. I will not let your legacy overshadow mine."

Maurice's figure began to fade, the room disintegrating around them. "Then prove it, Robert. Be stronger than I ever was."

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As Robert woke from the inception job, the layers of dreams still fresh in his mind, he felt a shift within himself. The memories of his mother and Jonathan, the confrontations with his father, and the painful clarity of his childhood had brought a new understanding. He knew the journey to find answers and heal old wounds wouldn't be easy, but he was ready to face it, determined to break free from the shadows of the Fischer mansion and carve out his own path.

At the age of 30, before the inception job, Robert rarely thought of Jonathan, but his mother's suicide, stemming from Jonathan's absence, haunted him deeply. Her death left him questioning her love for him and grappling with the aftermath she carved into his life. Her absence reverberated through his heart, a silent, unending grief.

Confronted with these revelations, Robert faced a profound choice: to reclaim his identity or succumb to doubt and perpetuate familial discord. In the dream world, where reality blurred with illusion, he embarked on a journey of self-discovery and redemption, seeking not only to unravel the enigma of Jonathan's disappearance but also to reconcile with his own fractured soul.

[note:Will y/n be in the next chapter? Also, Robert's past is so messed up, and Jonathan Fischer, aka our Jonathan Crane, will appear in the story soon where he turns out to be a psychiatrist, as we all know him. But Robert needs closure! What do you think y/n's role in both of the brothers' lives will be? If you have any ideas please share!]

[lmh8903]

Benny Rodriguez x Reader Pt 9

Y/N's POV

As the days rolled by, the anticipation of our plan filled me with both excitement and anxiety. The thought of going public at the carnival felt right, but I couldn't shake the lingering nerves. Benny and I continued our daily routines, our secret moments together becoming even more precious as the countdown to the carnival began.

The morning of the carnival arrived with the air buzzing with excitement and a flurry of activity in the neighborhood. The sound of children laughing and the scent of popcorn and cotton candy filled the air, a reminder of the joyous day ahead. I dressed carefully, choosing an outfit that made me feel confident yet comfortable, ready for whatever the day might bring.

As I met up with Benny and the boys at the Sandlot, the energy was infectious. Benny flashed me a reassuring smile, and I knew that no matter what happened, we would face it together. The boys were already hyped up, talking animatedly about the rides they wanted to go on and the games they were eager to play.

We made our way to the carnival, the sights and sounds enveloping us as we stepped onto the fairgrounds. The Ferris wheel loomed in the distance, a symbol of the night to come. Benny squeezed my hand discreetly, his touch grounding me amidst the chaos.

As the day progressed, we enjoyed the festivities, our laughter mingling with the music and the chatter of the crowd. Benny and I shared knowing glances, our secret lending an added layer of excitement to every moment. When evening fell and the carnival lights began to twinkle like stars, we knew it was time.

Gathering the boys, we led them to a quieter corner near the Ferris wheel. The colorful lights painted our faces, the atmosphere electric with possibility.

"Hey, guys," I began, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach. "Benny and I have something to tell you."

The boys looked at us with curious expressions, their attention fully captured. I felt Benny's hand slide into mine, his grip reassuring.

"We've been keeping a secret," Benny continued, his voice strong and confident. "Y/N and I are together. We're in a relationship."

There was a moment of stunned silence, the boys processing our words. Then, to my immense relief, their faces broke into wide grins.

"That's awesome!" Yeah-Yeah exclaimed as if he didn't already know, his excitement mirroring that of the others. "You guys are perfect together! Ham you owe 10 bucks!"

Ham groaned, reaching into his pocket. "Aw, man! I was sure you two were just friends."

"Pay up, Ham," Yeah-Yeah said, grinning as he held out his hand.

Ham slapped the ten-dollar bill into Yeah-Yeah's hand with a grumble. "Yeah, yeah, here you go. But I still say it's weird how you figured it out before the rest of us."

Yeah-Yeah shrugged, pocketing the money with a satisfied smile. "I pay attention, Ham. You should try it sometime.”

“Yeah, no shit you would know! She’s your sister!” Ham says rather annoyed.

The rest of the boys echoed Yeah-Yeah's sentiment, their acceptance and happiness washing over me like a wave of relief. Even Phillips, who had been a wild card in our predictions, offered a nod of approval.

Benny and I shared a smile, the weight of our secret lifted. The boys' support meant everything, their joy infectious as we celebrated together. As the night wore on, we rode the Ferris wheel, the view from the top a breathtaking panorama of twinkling lights and happy memories.

Sitting beside Benny, his arm wrapped around me as we ascended into the starry sky, I felt a profound sense of contentment. Our journey had led us to this moment, and the future stretched out before us, bright and full of promise.

"Here's to new beginnings," I whispered, leaning into Benny's embrace.

"To new beginnings," he echoed, his voice a soft promise against the backdrop of the carnival below.

Together, we faced the night, ready to create countless memories and embrace the adventures that lay ahead.

As the carnival began to wind down and the crowds started to thin, we made our way back to the Sandlot, our hearts light and our spirits high. Sitting together on the old wooden bench, we recounted the night's adventures, the bond between us stronger than ever.

In the quiet of the night, with the stars twinkling above and the echoes of our laughter lingering in the air, I realized just how lucky we were. Not only did we have the support and acceptance of our friends, but we also had each other, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

"Here's to many more nights like this," Benny said softly, his hand finding mine in the darkness.

"To many more," I agreed, my heart full as we sat together, surrounded by the friends who had become our family.

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding as I glanced at Benny. He gave me a nod of encouragement, his eyes filled with unwavering support.

[hehefanfuction]

Spending Time With a Squid and a Sponge

Squidward Tentacles, the grumpy and cynical octopus, found himself in an unusual situation one sunny day in Bikini Bottom. It was an annual town fair, and Squidward had reluctantly agreed to go with his energetic and whimsical neighbor, SpongeBob SquarePants. As they entered the fairgrounds, Squidward's face contorted with irritation as he saw the colorful chaos around him. The sound of laughter, music, and excited voices filled the air. SpongeBob, on the other hand, was brimming with excitement, his eyes twinkling with childlike wonder. Squidward's plan was simple — find a quiet spot away from the commotion and get through the day without encountering any amusement park rides or games. However, SpongeBob had other ideas. He grabbed Squidward's arm and pulled him towards the roller coaster, a wild spiraling spectacle that loomed above them. "No way, SpongeBob! I am not getting on that death trap," Squidward protested, his tentacles flailing in the air. But SpongeBob, an eternal optimist, turned to his friend with a beaming smile. "Come on, Squidward! Feel the rush! It'll be so much fun!" Reluctantly, Squidward found himself strapped into a tiny seat beside SpongeBob. As the roller coaster roared to life, Squidward closed his eyes and braced himself for the worst. But instead of screams of terror, he heard SpongeBob's infectious laughter filling the air. Slowly, Squidward's grumpy countenance softened, and he found himself joining in the laughter. After the roller coaster, SpongeBob led Squidward to the Ferris wheel. As the gondola rose to the top, Squidward couldn't help but sneak a glance at the magnificent view of Bikini Bottom below. The sight took his breath away, and for a moment, all his worries melted away. The day continued with SpongeBob and Squidward trying their luck at various carnival games. Squidward's attempts were lackluster, aiming without enthusiasm and missing the targets. SpongeBob, on the other hand, danced around with a childlike glee, somehow managing to win every prize he laid his sponge hands on. As they indulged in cotton candy and ice cream, Squidward watched the sea creatures around him, young and old, laughing and enjoying the festivities. He couldn't help but feel a warmth in his heart, a sense of camaraderie he'd never experienced before. The final event of the day was the grand fireworks display. As the colorful explosions lit up the night sky, Squidward couldn't resist a smile. He found himself marveling at the beauty of the spectacle, feeling a sense of wonder he hadn't felt in years. As they walked back home under the starry sky, Squidward realized that his day with SpongeBob had been more than just fun; it had been an awakening. He had rediscovered the joy of living in the moment, of embracing laughter, and of finding happiness in unexpected places. In SpongeBob's exuberant company, Squidward had found a new perspective on life, one that reminded him of the importance of embracing the simple pleasures that surrounded him.

PART 2

Squidward Tentacles, the resident grumpy squid in Bikini Bottom, let out a deep sigh as SpongeBob SquarePants, his overly enthusiastic neighbor, skipped by his window, singing at the top of his lungs. Squidward rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, "Why can't he just leave me alone?" Little did Squidward know that SpongeBob had an idea brewing in his spongey brain. SpongeBob knew that Squidward had been feeling down lately, so he decided to plan a surprise to cheer him up. He recruited all their friends in Bikini Bottom to turn Squidward's mood around. The next day, while Squidward was on his way to the music store, SpongeBob popped out from behind a coral reef, holding a guitar. "Hello, Squidward! Would you fancy a jam session?" SpongeBob asked, an innocent grin plastered across his face. Squidward rolled his eyes. "Why would I want to jam with you, SpongeBob? I have better things to do with my time!" Undeterred by Squidward's sullenness, SpongeBob started strumming the guitar, creating an infectious melody that captivated Squidward. SpongeBob's enthusiasm and passion for music were contagious. Before Squidward knew it, he found himself tapping his tentacles along with the rhythm. As Squidward began tapping, their friends emerged from behind the coral reef one by one, each carrying a different musical instrument. Patrick Star brought his drums, Sandy Cheeks had her saxophone, and even Mr. Krabs arrived with his trusty accordion. They formed an impromptu band, and soon the sounds of upbeat music filled the air. Squidward could feel his heart lift, and a smile began to spread across his face. For the first time in a long while, he was genuinely having fun. SpongeBob, still playing his guitar, danced around like a jellyfish in a trance. He was determined to bring joy to Squidward's life, even if it meant annoying him in the process. And it seemed to be working. As the band played, Squidward's tentacles moved in rhythm with the music, and his voice joined in with the others. The music transformed into a symphony of laughter and joy. They continued playing and dancing until the sun began to set. Exhausted but exhilarated, the band sat down on a patch of coral, where Squidward finally spoke up. "You know what, SpongeBob? I hate to admit it, but today has been... enjoyable," Squidward said, his voice filled with surprise. SpongeBob beamed with pride. "I told you, Squiddy! Weren't we just having the most fun ever?" Squidward chuckled, a genuine sound that hadn't been heard in a while. "Yes, SpongeBob, we were."

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Okay so since I apparently never explained it...

The Carnival is an attraction I added to the Pizzaplex because Ruin had a scrappd map that was going to include a carnival and Help Wanted 2 had a lot of fairground kind of games in it. It's also an area mentioned in the books that we never see as far as I know, and I dunno I thought it would be fun to make my own version of it.

SO

The Carnival actually has five different names depending on where and when you see it in the Plex. On paperwork, it's known as the Seasonal Carnival, but the public know it as the Snowfall Fair, the Flowering Festival (or Blooming Jamboree maybe?), the Creature Carnival and the Sunshine Pier. Each one of the non-paperwork names is for a different season, because the attraction changes by the season, with a different animatronic to match.

How do they do this? With incredible health a safety obviously!

Instead of scenery being painted onto the walls, it's all big, collapsable set pieces, that are alarmingly easy to drop. There's easy to move props everywhere and the various lights around the place change for different effects. There's some smaller rides and attractions that are also swapped out, with some bigger ones that aren't, and a whole load of games to play. Honestly, outside of the animatronics, this is probably one of the cheapest attractions they put together purely because of cut corners, cheap games, and relocating things from other Fazbear locations to fill out the space. The animatronics are deactivated and stored safely nearby (normally anyway) to be reactivated come their next season, but often times they're still wandering and fucking around regardless lmao Fazbear is nothing if not competent, right?

Anyway, the place is located (for now anyway) under the daycare and main lobby area of the Plex. It's got games like the Bonk-A-Bon and Fazerblast shooting games from Help Wanted 2, along with games like Hook A Duck, darts, the one where you climb up a rope ladder to ring a bell, the horse racing game where you all compete by throwing balls along a table into various holes to make the horse move, basketball, the ring toss, other ball throwing ones and whatever others I can't think of right now. The permanent rides are a waltzer, a small droptower, maybe a little rollercoaster, a small funhouse, one of those octopus rides, maybe a Rockin' Tug or whatever they're called, and then the carousel.

Most of the rides and games don't take up much space, but the carousel is the centrepiece of the attraction and is pretty damn big. It's like the one from Help Wanted 2 in that it has three belts of Fazbear characters that rotate around the centre pillar, with the middle belt going the opposite way to the other two. Except it looks more like a typical carousel, brighter, flashier, and only a few of the characters don't move up and down. The carousel closed a while before the whole Carnival closed for good due to an accident involving some teenagers, an animatronic and the staffbot that was operating the ride, as well as Fazbear refusing to care about anything but labour costs and profit margins. To put it on a timeline, the attraction closed about a year before Roxy debuted to the public which is a few years before you'd have the events of Security Breach. The carousel was at most closed a year before the rest of the Carnival.

Moving on, the Snowfall Fair is winter themed and set in a snowy forest clearing. All the set pieces are pine trees and glittery snow, with the lights all cold and fake snow and icicles on everything. The food vendors sell a lot of hot chocolate, there's a fake ice rink set up, and a bunch of winter themed prizes to win. They add a helter-skelter type of thing with a little sled you ride on to the bottom and they have an area for snowball fights which is basically just dodgeball with small, white, glittery foam balls. I don't have an animatronic for this season yet, but I'm thinking a polar bear Freddy or Nedd bear or something would work well here. Maybe even penguin Chica I dunno ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The Flowering Festival (or Floral Festival, or Blooming Jamboree, whatever I decide to settle on) has a spring time theme. This is where my idea for an Easter Bonnie and Chica come into play as they'd fit right in here. The set pieces are all painted like the moors, full of grass, heather, butterflies, etc. It's a bit brighter and a lot more colourful, with fake plants and flowers everywhere and fake birds playing birdsong from speakers and stuff dotted around. There's hide and seek games, scavenger hunts, a game where you have to catch the butterflies, and flowercrowns as prizes. Probably other stuff too but I'm drawing a blank on spring themed stuff ngl

The Sunshine Pier is summer themed, being bright, warm and set on the amusement pier of a beach. There's a few kids paddling pools around that look like they came from a sale at Tescos, a big sandpit, a trampoline, a more traditional helter-skelter and I'm thinking maybe a Monty or a Happy Frog variant running it. There's a fake campfire like there is in Kid's Cove, fake seagulls sat on top of attractions, deck chairs and beachballs strewn around everywhere and a remote control crab for a special prize that the regular kids have an obsession over. You can get water balloons and waterguns pretty much everywhere and when Foxy was still around, he would get the kids to race boats with him in the paddling pools.

The Creature Carnival is Halloween themed and the original animatronic got scrapped somehow maybe (haven't got that far yet but I'm thinking a Monty or Bonnie maybe?) and is later run by former daycare attendant, Jack-O-Moon. The set pieces are of a spooky graveyard and abandoned buildings, with some minor smoke machines to give the place a foggy look. The ceiling lights are completely off for this one, and instead, the attraction is well lit with lamps, streelight props and the usual floor lights. There's a 'Trick or Treat' game where various staffbots hidden around the place will give you cheap sweets and sometimes arcade tokens, and they add a ghost train and haunted house.

The attraction is pretty fun and a good money maker, but it's not one of the more popular attractions. Fazbear Ent. also use it for special events since it's very easy to switch things up in there by design, and this doubles as a way for Fazbear to see what would be good for permanent attractions on a smaller scale. It's also their go-to if the Plex is dwindling in popularity to just greenlight random shit to get throwin in there to see what sticks and what brings people back in. They've had all sorts of shit in there lmao it keeps it interesting

Aaannndddd since this post is already stupid long, that'll do for now!

[shootertron-stuff]

Effigy

Clothilde Nazari, Imperial Fist wife to leader of the Black Legion Warband the Vortex Coursers, is taken to a festival by their husband aiming to humanize the Lost and the Damned to them. At this point, the wife still thinks the denizens of the Screaming Vortex are heretics who hate all that is good.

Clothilde walks through the fairground. There's food booths, carnival games, parents walking with their adorable goat-eared children holding balloons and kebabs.

And there on the center stage, the festival goers are burning an effigy of Rogal Dorn. Oops. Clothilde has to be pulled back as they start yelling obscenities at this sacrilege.

The husband tries to explain that the people need something to look forward to, with how chaotic their lives can be. And Rogal Dorn, well, he hurt a lot of people.

Billions of people who had no choice in which side to support in the Great Imperial Civil War, because they were slaves or would be killed for disobeying or were relatives of soldiers who rose up against the Emperor, were expelled from the Imperium on the threat of death and fled into the Eye of Terror, Maelstrom, and Screaming Vortex where they experienced daily hardships such as daemon attacks, food shortages, horrible diseases, the worst leadership in the universe, and cars clipping through floors. Rogal Dorn, being the mastermind behind the Great Scouring, is the target of the collective ire of the descendants of the survivors. Heck, with how fucked the flow of time is in warped space, there could be survivors in the "present" who still remember the Scouring as if it were a few years ago.

The Black Legion's motto is this stanza from Lana del Rey's High by the Beach:

Anyone can start again Not through love, but through revenge Through the fire, we're born again Peace by vengeance brings the end

And so the descendants of the survivors keep the flame of Vindicta alive over the millennia.

(It's better than the people getting angry at Black Legion leadership for failing to deliver on their promises.)

But it's really hard to accept different points of view when you've been brainwashed into thinking Rogal Dorn was the best guy ever, trying his best, committing genocide for the Greater Good and punishing the Bad Guys who totally deserved it.

It's even harder when the townsfolk want to burn you as a scapegoat for the Imperium's sins. Lots of townsfolk want their Dear Leader to turn Clothilde over to them to be thwacked around like a piñata. Out of all the loyal Space Marine legions, they dislike the Imperial Fists the most!

Clothilde has to be escorted away. The husband will keep trying to change their opinion... next time he'll pick a less inflammatory celebration.

(Conversely, in the Imperium there's festivals where peasants burn effigies of Horus Lupercal, the Arch-traitor in memory of all loyal Imperial citizens who perished during the war.)

[sunniebelle]

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A beautifully done Ten x Rose music video!!

9 notes - Posted November 28, 2022

#4

Just a heads up that tomorrow (September 9) I'll be posting a lot of ninth Doctor/Christopher Eccleston posts for Ninth Doctor Appreciation Day! I'll be using the tags "regenerate nine", "ninth doctor appreciation day" and "happy 9/9 day" if you want to filter them.

13 notes - Posted September 8, 2022

#3

Haywire- Chapter 2

The Doctor and Rose wander the fairground in search of a meal.

Nine x Rose, Captain Jack Harkness

AO3- Chapter 1, Chapter 2

TSP- Chapter 1, Chapter 2

In her periphery, Rose could see Jack being his usual charming self, smiling invitingly at anyone who caught his eye. When she smiled up at the Doctor, he seemed to be ignoring their flirtatious companion. He was too busy educating her about the history of Phoenix and the surrounding communities, the food and some of the game stalls they passed. She let his words flow over her for the most part, letting it all just soak into her as they walked along.

One thing Rose noticed as she, the Doctor, and Jack went to find something to eat, is that the festival grounds were quite clean. The times she had been to a festival or carnival on Earth, trash from irresponsible and lazy humans was everywhere; however here on Phoenix, the isles were clean and the people wandering around were pointedly holding onto their trash until they found a receptacle.

Rose had only been to a fair ground a couple times. The first time was when she and her mate Shareen had won tickets from a lottery. The other time she had gone with Mickey; she'd coerced him with the vintage car they apparently had on display near the grounds. She went to look around the festival, while he ogled the car to his heart’s content.

This time was completely different, not only because she was on another planet, but because the Doctor was with her, holding her hand, lecturing her in his rather sexy Northern brogue about the history of the autumn festival and how certain games, rides and events were established.

Rose had long since overcome her awkwardness at seeing so many aliens and differences in culture; instead seeing the beauty and wonder in every new landscape she came across, or learning how different cultures reminded her of something from her home planet.

It was an incredible feeling, bubbling up inside her and she turned to face the wonderful man that was making it possible for her to experience another fantastic adventure. Rose couldn’t directly pinpoint the moment she knew she was in love with the Doctor, but regardless of when or how it happened, she felt her deep love for him swell inside her until it burst forth in a joyful laugh. She relished the tender smile he sent her way. His icy-blue eyes—so often intense, calculating and able to cut an enemy to the quick with a single glare— were now soft and twinkling merrily at her, obviously feeling chuffed that he could make her happy.

The paths were not too crowded, but enough so that the Doctor kept her close to his side, not allowing passers-by to split them apart; and she certainly wasn’t going to complain about being so close to him or how his hand wrapped protectively around hers.

Rose’s stomach chose that moment to make its empty state known, but even as she searched more intentionally for something to eat, she couldn’t help but let her attention be drawn to all the sights and sounds around her. This was what she loved and why she kept traveling with the Doctor; seeing things no one in her world could scarcely imagine, now right before her eyes!

One particular smell suddenly captured her attention and she turned to find a quaint stall that had many different types of baked goods on display. Still holding the Doctor’s hand, they made their way over to the stall, and Rose’s mouth began to water at the delicious smells wafting about her. She looked up at the Doctor, as he was glancing over the selections. He smiled at her, giving her a nod. She couldn’t help but beam at him, knowing he was telling her the food was safe for her to eat.

“Hello there, dearie. What can I tempt you with on this fine day?” asked the proprietor, a pleasant, grandfatherly gentleman with a twinkling eye and wide smile. He reminded her of her own grandfather, Granddad Prentice; though she was too young to have memories of him, other than the stories her mum told and the pictures in the photo album. This man had silver hair and a lavender tint to his skin; a rather eye-catching look. With his cheerful and buoyant demeanor, he endeared himself to her at once.

“Hi! I’m Rose, and this is the Doctor,” she smiled, up at the Doctor, who seemed to be looking at something behind them with an exasperated roll of his eyes. “And this is Ja—.”

She turned to where Jack had been mere moments before, now seeing him introducing himself to a couple, who were seemingly in a familiar state of dazed interest.

“Well, looks like your friend has other things on his mind than food,” the man chuckled, extending his hand to Rose.

“I am Jurrop, owner of this fine bakery. A pleasure to meet you and your husband. May I tempt you with one of my baked goods, all fresh baked today. I have be’rn batons, trelan aquanauts, keuts meat pies.”

Jurrop gestured to each item he named off, some looking similar to earth foods, like various pies and fruit dishes, and other items that looked so alien she couldn’t even begin to guess what they were or might taste like. But she knew from experience not to let the look of something put her off trying it. One might be pleasantly surprised, as she often was.

“Oh, it all looks so good. I don’t know what to choose.”

She deliberately chose to gloss over the man’s presumption that she and the Doctor were married, cutting off the Doctor’s likely ready rebuttal, seeing his mouth close and his head turn to look at her quizzically. She was tired of correcting people and receiving strange looks when they refuted such claims. Though she couldn’t help the thrill she got whenever she entertained the idea of being the Doctor’s wife, impossible as it was.

“What would you suggest Jurrop?” She asked the proprietor.

“I’m pleased you asked, my dear. This,” he said, pointing to a small danish-looking item with a light brown center and white something-or-other drizzled on top, “is a ke'etti torte, a recipe handed down through my family for five generations; a delight to the taste buds, for sure, if I may be so bold to say so.”

“Mm, looks very good. What do you say, Doctor?” She looked up at him, teasing him with a tongue-touched smile. “Want to try a ki—, uh, ket—… one of those with me?”

“Looks as good as anything else I suppose,” he shrugged, studying the item in question.

Rose chanced another glance at him, but he had his guard up, and though she could swear she had seen a tiny smile on his lips a minute ago, it wasn’t there now. She gave an internal sigh, wishing the Doctor wasn’t so difficult to read.

“We’ll take two of those, please, Jurrop. Oh, do you have tea? Could do with a cuppa right about now.”

“Well, I do have this Nelertoni. A smooth, spice flavored brew that is popular with many travelers. I have it quite often myself.” The older man gestured to a box of tea bags, next to a steaming teapot which sat under something resembling a hot plate.

She felt the Doctor lean closer to her and whisper in her ear, “That’ll taste a bit like an apple-cinnamon latte. Might taste good with that treat.”

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15 notes - Posted September 9, 2022

#2

Watch "The Ninth Doctor • Fireflies" on YouTube

So many happy feels! Love this!

16 notes - Posted August 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Ninth Doctor Fics

Hello! I've never done this, posted a list of my own fics, but I've seen several other writers do it and thought 9/9 Day would be a good day to follow suit. Enjoy!

Haywire - Plans of a relaxing fun day at an autumn Festival go haywire when Rose steps in to save a young girl. Things go from bad to desperate when the Doctor and Jack have to race against time in order to save a very wet and cold Rose in the midst of a freak blizzard, while being cut off from the TARDIS. Will this be the thing that finally tears them apart, or will the Doctor put aside his fears and past in order to look to a bright future with Rose? (new chapter up today!)

An Unexpected Misadventure - The Doctor and Rose are forcibly separated by a tribe of bird-men, tasked with finding one another in the midst of a muddy dangerous swamp.

Timely Accidents - A mistake leads to detrimental consequences. Can John save the day, and how will he react to an impetuous choice by Rose?

A Smile To Light Up The Dark - A new face at the local Coffee shop has a profound effect on Doctor John Smith's mood. Will this be the start of something wonderful, or will his stubbornness be an impassable roadblock?

Choices - After a harrowing fight for planet Earth, the Doctor can’t help but wonder if this will be their last adventure together.

Quickly Sinking Rose - With the death of her father still heavily on her mind, the Doctor takes Rose on a new adventure to a rainforest planet. Unfortunately, his jeopardy- friendly companion gets in over her head when she gets separated from the Doctor and a massive predator decides that Rose is on the menu. Will the Doctor reach her in time? (Teen)

Dash To Freedom - Rose Tyler manages to escape the hellish place she’s been living and finds help in an unlikely place. (Teen)

A Hand To Hold - There are many things that are needed when traveling through the universe, some being of more importance than others. The TARDIS thinks that, where the Doctor is concerned, there is one that is more important than them all. (This was the first fanfic I ever wrote for DW, and of Nine.)

And so far, that is all my Ninth Doctor fics! I hope you enjoy!

30 notes - Posted September 9, 2022

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