#friend maintance

[goobers-first-words-were]

Welcome to my Fortnite live stream. Today we will be cremating my friend.

[littlecutiexox]

I'm so stressy today

[cute-sucker]

can we see pogue!rafe telling reader one day they're gonna make it and be much more comfortable and then she can have everything she wants IM SORRY pogue rafe makes me angsty

note: this is pup and pogue!rafe all the way. inspiration from pogue!rafe goes to @.princessbrunette

you're very low maintance overall, wearing dirty scuffed shorts, and a wife beater that you stole from rafe. sometimes rafe has to grab you to tell you how dirty you look, smelling of grass with marks of dirt on your jorts.

he gets more annoyed when you continue to wear his clothes. a white unbuttoned shirt with a cropped tee, and while rafe will raise an eyebrow then and then again telling you that you're gonna get cold, you can see the feigned annoyance that flickers in his eyes time and time again. but he doesn't get too annoyed with you, somehow kinder, and sweeter with you than anyone he knew.

sometimes people were surprised, the way that he would cower for you. one time you had come home with a bruised hip after ducking to get a softball for a bunch of ten-year-olds, and came home wobbling for him to soak you a bath, chastening you to be careful. if you told anyone how soft he was for you, they would laugh, swearing that you were lying.

sometimes you had to get rafe to stop doting on you in front of his friends, rugged workers who would raise an eyebrow every single time they saw rafe kneel to tie your shoelaces.

"every goddamn time pup," he muttered lowly, "you're going to trip and i'm gonna have to kiss your boo boos? huh? answer me." rafe whispered crudely, while licking his lips as you flushed trying to look anywhere but his co-workers.

(you hated it so much that later on you were shoving your tongue down his throat telling him how much you loved him)

life was good. life was sweet, even if you couldn't get the nicest thing that there was in town, or that sometimes you had to settle for those cheap restaurants, or even if you had to dig out the nastiest rench out of the toilet after it had dropped. (okay, the last one was just a fun adventure rafe had told you not to do)

but there's something about that dress in the window. that stares back at you, and you can't help but feel this aching in your heart. it's this feeling that you can't escape when you walk past it every single day. the little ruffles, and the sheer beauty of the dress. sometimes you bite your tongue before walking past it, willing yourself to stop yourself.

when people told you a dress was meant for you, you had laughed toying with your jeans, wistfully nodding your head. the worst thing about it was the price tag.

one time you had willed yourself to enter in there, cold hands in your pants, as you skimmed past the other clothing to cut to the dress. just turning it over, you felt as if someone punched you in the stomach. 200 dollars? goddamn it, and then you quickly walked out, forgetting to say goodbye.

when you reached home, you pushed the door open in your shitty apartment, quickly going to get a strawberry soda. you ignored the raised eyebrow that rafe gave you, and before you knew it you were sniffling and running into the bedroom.

"uh—shit, hey, what's wrong?" his muffled voice rings clear into your head, "pup. can't cut me out like that. i thought we worked on that. managing your emotions and n’shit." there's a tone of concern in his voice, and you know he's stopping himself from barging in into the small room.

that was the first thing the two of you worked on. due to how small the place was, and given how much space both of you needed, you had rules to knock if the other went into a room, angry. rafe had started it, sitting you down telling you that sometimes he needed to be alone.

you bite your lip, folding yourself into a ball, as you mewl a "you can come in."

rafe entered the room with a sigh, folding his hands seeing you scrawled on the wooden floor. you bat your eyes, wispy eyelashes wet from crying, and you can't help yourself but reach out for him. he sits next to you, nudging you to scoot closer. you do, pressing your face against the folds of his button-up, smelling in the scent of peppermint and dirt.  

"you wanna tell me what that was about?"

you sober up, as he sits down next to you. you push your face closer to his chest as you shake your head. you couldn't dare tell him why you were feeling so horrible. you couldn't tell him you felt horrible because you couldn't have some stupid dress. money issues were something that rafe was used to, and for you to use it against him would be inhuman. no, you had what was the most important—rafe.

"so you're—you're gonna sulk?" he drawls, voice cruelly sweet, "c'mon kid, you can't just leave me hanging here. my sweet girl can't be crying."

you hiccupped, rubbing your eyes as you detached yourself from him, "no, i really can't tell you."  

now he was on alert, eyes sharp as he looked you over. you were never the one to cry and not tell him what was going on. make matters worse you would mope for weeks over the smallest thing. be it an animal documentary, or a story of a baby dying before meeting their mother. last week you had sobbed over the death of a ladybug.

"hey? hey!" rafe shook his head as he leaned closer to you to wipe away your tear, "did someone say something to you? just give me a name. i'll take care of you, you know i will."

this made you cry even harder, and you watched rafe look completely confused, as he tries to console you, you watched him bite the inside of his cheek, rubbing his hands against his sides. he looks completely helpless, and out of his element.

"it's about a dress," you whisper out, unsure as you look up at him, watching his lips twitch into a jeering smile.

"shit kid. all this-" rafe waved his hands around, a condencing tone edging in his voice, "all of this is about a dress? what's it made out of of—and uh, what the hell happened?"

somehow you can't help but laugh at his increditious tone, and realise how stupid it was of you not to tell him in the first place. he's your boyfriend, practically your best friend and everything to you.

you sniffled, "theres this dress that i see on my way to work, and it's so pretty, and i wish it was mine. every single time i see it, i feel like i'm betraying you."

rafe looked confused, running a hand through his hair "how would you be betraying me? 'just a dress."  

now you feel like crying even more, snot running down your face as he grabs your face to wipe it away, "no, rafe! not the dress. it's—" you let out a heavy sigh, "it's not the dress. it's the concept."

he looked amused, rubbing your back, "and that concept is?"

"that i'm not happy with you, and that i'm so greedy because i want a stupid dress, and that you deserve better, and that i'm just in it for the money!" you burst out, wailing at this point crumbling into rafe's arms. "i'm a bad person, rafe! i'm a bad person-"

and he says nothing. instead he gathers you in his arms, gently rubbing your head, as you whimpered softly. he's whispering something softly to you, as you try to burrow yourself closer to him.

"kid?"

"yea?"

"you're not a bad person for wanting something nice and new. especially if it's something that matters to you, uh, you gotta let yourself feel like that sometimes," he whispered out awkwardly, but when you look up at him you see the way that his eyes crinkled earnestly. he really cares about you, really cares about you.

"hell," he let out a laugh, "sometimes i feel like that. sometimes i want what those kooks have. those private jets, and houses and golf, and that doesn't make me a bad person," and then he gives you a soft smile before sobering up.

"what it means is that we gotta work harder for it," rafe mutters, pulling you closer, "but you and me?"

you nod waiting for him to say something.

"you and me are in for it. big time. and if it's some fancy dress you want, shit, i'm going to get you that dress, but you gotta wait," he coughed.

"i know this looks bad," he said, nudging at the apartment around the two of you, "but it's going to get better."

then he rests your head on his shoulders, and you feel more grateful than you ever.  

[lostintransist]

Boys' Home - Part 1

Do I know where the hell this is going? No. I'm gonna do it anyways. I am a good enough writer to figure it out.

AO3

You don't know how you ended up like this. Sigh okay, you do know how you ended up as the unofficial boys' home this side of the the mountain ridge. You take in one boy who escaped from the cult miles into the woods and suddenly the surrounding counties are dumping them on you as they find them.

It helps that your great aunt left you her big old house when she passed. Helped even more that she left you a small stipend to keep up on the property taxes and the maintance. None of your cousins would talk to you after the will gave both to you and left them with only baubles. It wasn't like you were ever close, spread across the country like dandelion seeds flung on the wind. It stung none the less.

Seth had been six when you found him. He had stumbled right into your path as you had been on your leisurely walk. Breaking down crying as he knelt on the packed earth path, you could only stare. The dark crust around his nails and the hollowness of his cheeks told you everything you needed to know. This wouldn't be the first child found, dead or alive, in this part of the woods.

Crouching down next to him you slid your backpack off your back. Scrounging through it quickly you pulled out an electrolight drink and the trail mix you had packed for yourself.

"Hi kid, can you eat this for me?"

The clean streaks of his tears stab at your heart. His big brown eyes are desolate.

"I need someone to eat this for me, the chocolate makes my tummy hurt. Can you help?" You offer up the trailmix again.

He takes the bag as if you would snatch it back at any point. The tears in your heart weep for him. Waiting until he has had a few handfuls of the food you offer the opened drink. This he grabs fiercely sucking down too much too fast.

"Whoa, whoa there friend," your hand shoots out tipping the lip of the bottle from his mouth. "If you drink too fast it will make your tummy hurt."

The glare he gives you is truly impressive, one of the best you have ever seen.

"How about this. You hold onto both of these, but why not have some the next time we stop. I need you to come with me, okay?" You put on the smile you learned from watching preschool teachers at the school coax children through the doors. Even though you taught high schoolers the communities around the area were small enough that all the children were bussed into one central school. A big old building from the seventies housed everyone well enough.

He stood, the thinness of his frame igniting a rage that would have burned the whole forest down and the cult with it. He followed you, docile even with more tears streaking down his face, all the way to the car. You buckled him in and drove straight to the police station.

Sherriff Pallas was less helpful than a deer with chronic wasting.

"Well, your options are to take him home and wait to see if anyone claims him or I have to turn him over to the state, and we all know how the state takes care of kids like him."

You did know. You doubted there was a record of this child anywhere, the cult kept off the grid. It was doubtful he could read, and since he hadn't spoken a word to you didn't know enough about him to even guess at his education.

Rolling your lips between your teeth you stared at the man who only won the election because he was friends with the mayor.

"This is the reason a murderer could live here and no one would be the wiser Pallas."

The mustache twitched as he plucked the insult from your words. Not giving him time to respond you herded your new charge back to the car. A call to the local foster mom had secured two weeks' worth of clothes for the kid and a trip to the grocery store ensured that he would have cereal to munch on if you could get nothing else in him.

No one ever came for him. Eventually, he started to talk and open up. His name was Seth and his birthday was in the winter. You decided that he wanted a February birthday. He chose the 23rd. By the time school started back up you had registered him for a birth certificate with the help of the helpful woman at the county records department, and got him started on vaccines with his pediatrician.

Life moved on like it does, slowly Reggie (10), Sam (6), and Darren (6.5) joined you and Seth in the old house. You were listed as legal guardian for each of them and took that role seriously. You boys, as you called them, roamed the trees around the house until sunset on any day that wasn't cold enough to freeze them to death.

The third day of summer break you are hanging the sheets on the line. The first week off school always saw you deep cleaning the house as much as you could. Screams of children have your head snapping to the trees. Those were not screams of joy and laughter, but of fear.

They stumble out of the leaves before you can take two steps away from the line.

"Mum!" They all called you mum, said it was easier that way. You didn't object, secretly loving the trust of the title.

Sam, ever the boisterous one, got his words out first. "Mum! There are men in the woods! They are fixing the old house!"

The other boys layered their thoughts on top of his words. The old house was the dilapidated house almost a mile from your own. The boys were not allowed to go inside for fear of the floor giving way.

"Boys!" You raised your voice and your hands in a calm-down gesture, "One at a time please, you know my ears don't work good with loud noises."

"There are men! At the house!" Darren spits these words out before his brothers can jump in.

Seth next, "They were carrying out old furniture and piling it in a dumpster." Ever practical your oldest told you what he believed to be the most important information first. They weren't allowed in the building, so why were the men?

"Okay, so why the screaming?" You look from face to face, settling on Reggie.

"There were three men we could see, but then there was a skeleton in front of us and we all screamed and ran."

Brows nearly touching you tried to logic out what he could possibly mean by that. When the others nodded aggressively in agreement you decided you would need to take a look. Hands settled on your hips; you sighed and gestured for them to follow you.

The walk through the woods felt extremely ordinary, except for the boys clinging to your shirt and one onto your not-torn back pocket. They chattered and fought as they normally do until the house came into sight.

Well, they hadn't been completely wrong. There was a skeleton, but it appeared to only be a skull face plate in the hands of a monster of a man. He caught sight of you first and called over his shoulder causing another three men to appear like mice when you kicked the corn sack.

It looked like you had new neighbors.

Part 2

Masterlist AO3

[theninthdoor]

Hi! I know you did this a while back but I wonder if the rankings have changed? : Based on tarot which kpop group would you say is the closest? Out of aespa, Le sserafim, itzy, Ive, nwjns, gidle, stay c

aespa || the hanged man rx: I feel like they go through waves of being really close vs giving each other some space. It's all pretty natural, and depends on their schedules, interests at the moment, what they're going through in their personal lives, etc.

LE SSERAFIM || ace of pentacles, king of wands rx: They are actually pretty close, I believe - at least right now. With the KoW rx coming out as the clarifier, I think this might have something to do with their recent experiences + challenges as a group. Previously they might've been a little more distant and out-of-sync, and because that started to affect their group's performance so strongly and visibly, the members must've now decided to make an effort to become closer to one another.

Itzy || six of cups rx: This is very similar to aespa's situation! - they go through waves.

IVE || the devil rx: This honestly reads as them choosing not to be too close right now in order to keep the peace. There are a couple of unresolved issues with them that only seem to get worse when they spend too much time together, or allow themselves to become too vulnerable with/around one another. The girls themselves, I think, need to do some personal growth, and only then can they function better as a group (personally, specially).

(G)I-dle || nine of pentacles: To me this feels very much like "old friends who tell each other everything, but can go weeks or months without talking", you know? It's a low maintance type of partnership/friendship, but still close and strong.

NewJeans || ace of swords, the magician rx: Not all members are close (personally), but still, the group as a whole is very much in sync and they all understand each other perfectly. It's funny because I actually feel like they have chosen to keep some distance between themselves outside of schedules? Like, it reads as a "never mix business with pleasure" type of thing; "keep your professional lives and personal lives separate".

StayC || knight of wands rx: I think some members have built pretty strong friendships here, and the whole group is close to a certain degree. However, I don't really see them considering themselves "close friends", for some reason.

(Disclaimer: All is alleged and for entertainment purposes only. Based on current energies.)

[the-blossica-fan]

Greetings!

The living situation in the suitcase will always be a mystery.

Like, laundry schedules: with clothes from loads of people from different eras and probably vey different methods of cleaning how the hell do they do dry cleaning? Maintance for Isolde's outfits must be extensive.

Anyways I have a fun/ angst ridden hc for Vertin: her outfit came from a tailor she met once, because clearly her outfit doesn't align with the Foundation's standard uniform, I hardly think being the TK would warrant an outfit so different to the usual colours (they really do lean towards the Manus in being darker).

I'll say she meant them really young, early on starting out as the TK, befriending a tailor in London who took pity on Vertin's attire, ill fitting field investigator outfit for a 12-13 year old. Vertin is still heavily suffering from the incident of the Breakaway so to that tailor shes a soppy wet cat in clothes that don't fit her at all.

The tailor? Up to you if u wanna flesh out who they are: attire wise VERY similar to current Vertin clothes, maybe longer and with a different accented colour. Vertin was staring at the clothes from the window until the tailor invited her in.

Two days later Vertin walks out in the attire we know today, maybe the tophat scarf thing was originally worn by that tailor, given as a gift. Probably the first clothes not dictated by the Foundation.

Ofc we probably know what happened to the people before Regulus, maybe the tailor was the first person she attempted to save in the suitcase but failed, the clothes while a little big serve as a remainder to that tailor and the little independence it gives Vertin.

If we ever met this tailor, in a miracle scenerio that we finally find a way to save the reversed I see a scenerio of that tailor meeting Vertin again, older and matured: "I see the clothes really do fit you now, right Vertin?"

(uh i made an oc didnt i. Make of this as you wish!)

Greetings once again, comrade!

Every time you send an ask it's either something fun that I'll have my time thinking over or angsty things you throw at me and I accept. This is the second.

The foundation has a thing with giving their youngest workers outfits far too big for them, it wouldn't be strange for Vertin to be walking around in a ugly gray tuxedo that didn't fit well. She had no hat but her hair would be in the same hairstyle as ever, something Madam Z gave to her.

Even then, Vertin still held that curiosity and wanting in her eyes, so when she saw a beautifully tailored suit being displayed inside the window of a tailor shop, she stopped to look at it, in a trance.

Knowing the story, perhaps this character you're describing to me is around 20 to 25 years old, but I think it would be fit for them to be around 28 to 32. They would run a tailoring business that's not doing good in money despite the works being so beautifully made, and once they saw Vertin outside with the ugly foundation fit she wore, they offered her to come in.

The inside of the shop is beautiful, covered in multiple tailored clothes and self-made outfits that surprised Vertin. The tailor would be taller with the iconic top-hat on their head and (maybe) medium length hair hanging out of it. They'd wear some nice clothes, dark but beautifully put together blues and whites that reminded Vertin of the suit outside.

She didn't carry any money so she could only speak with them, and, by accident, creating a strong friendship between the two. Vertin would pass by every time she was free and would always wonder why the shop is so empty.

One day, the tailor decided to make Vertin something that would look good on her to replace that foundation wear that made her look weird. They asked for no money, a loving gift for a friend.

It would be similar to theirs by Vertin's request. It was a little big, but they predicted Vertin would grow taller, so they made it slightly bigger to fit when she grew.

"It's lacking the hat. Don't worry, I'll make you one in no time." Said the tailor to Vertin after tailoring the suit, fixing the foundation logo in it.

The storm was approaching quickly, perhaps the 1980's storm that washed away the era completely, and Vertin knew it.

She asked the tailor if they trusted her, and after some hesitance, they nodded and (with a lot of surprise) entered the suitcase. Vertin informed them of the storm as it approached, telling them how it would wash away the eras and return to the past, but inside the suitcase, they would be safe.

(this isn't allowed to tell but Vertin broke the rules for her first outside friend who mattered a lot to her)

However, she didn't count the fact that humans could not survive the storm, and as they began to notice their body starting to turn into nothing (like Mr. Karson did), they turned to Vertin and took off their top hat.

"I'm sorry I couldn't make you a hat that fits better, but I hope you like this one.

The hat tipped to the side due to it being too big for Vertin, and she watched as her friend turned to nothing right in front of her eyes. Only their clothes and the top hat on her head remaining.

She didn't have a single picture of them, and with time, she began to forget their face and looks. After this, she bought a camera and began to take pictures of every new friend she made in case they disappeared, so she would never forget about them.

If they were to ever meet again, I think it would be back in the same era. Vertin would be elated to go back to the tailor shop and she would see, in nostalgia, how the same suit she saw back when she was 12 was still there, as if it belonged there.

She walked inside, and there was the tailor, sipping on their tea with a smile before turning to her. They hadn't changed a bit, the era returned them to the same spot they were before.

"Vertin? Is that you? Wow, you have grown so quickly! The suit fits you perfectly, I knew I was right."

And they were met with a hug, Vertin's face covered by the hat pressed against their own suit.

"mm? You're okay? You're a weird one, Vertin. Ah, is that my top hat? It really fits you"

This time, they brought them into the lively suitcase, and they wouldn't disappear like they did all those years ago.

[your-artificial-god]

how do you feel about a friend and maybe having one? Has the thought ever intrigued you? you have mentioned it would be nice to have someone to help you do maintance for example, sounds like a friend would be able to do that!

hope you are doing well btw, i imagine maintance might feel bad at times

"For what was considered "friendship" among humans I have my little squishy companion. It is not like I am seeing Ted as a "friend", no, I would never. But... He fills in some blank spaces I have always had, let's say. That's more than enough for me."

[curingourhearts]

Friendships can take a lot of work, or they might not. I treat each of my friendships as it's own thing that need to be nurtured from time to time. I think that the term 'low maintance friend' has kinda grown into something it shouldn't be. Some of us absolutely do need less from friendships but often we overlook how much we do want that close connection with one another.

[intoloopin-archive]

did taesong have a good day today.. is he ever having a good day.. what was his Best Day Ever. my limp piece of cabbage 🤗💗

₊˚ʚ 🌱 ₊˚✧ ﾟ. TAESONG'S GOOD DAYS!

1, 2, 3 & 6: DATES WITH YUNHEE! - Taesong spends half his off time with his girlfriend and best friend, Yunhee, mostly on each other's apartments but they enjoy doing a lot of small scale dates, like going to the farmer's market and having dinner with Yunhee's family (they have a tiny convenience store chain) and their work friends;

4 & 5: WHEN LOOPiN ISN'T A BITCH TO HIM! - Despite everything, Taesong can't help himself but treasure the moments when his group acts like a group, specially when Haegon is envolved, becuse they spend all of 2023 not seeing eye to eye (it was his fault). Back when they thought 'Reason: Start' would have a physical album, Haegon used his phone to take some potential photocard selfies and this was his non-verbal way of showing him he's ready for them to be cool again, so obviously Taesong is never going to delete them. They also recently had their last OT10 dinner and it was very emotional for everyone;

7 & 9: SOLO PRACTICE / WORK! - Taesong isn't given as much opportunities to do his own stuff as the most in evidence members, but when he does he's filled with a big sense of joy. He's been seeking his own vocal improvement outside of New Wave these last few years with some Big Trainers, and he was a co-host recently for a voice acting end of the year award;

8: HIS THRIVING PLANTS! - Taesong is a very dedicated plant father, because they're the only sort of pet that he can have given his one million allergies (and even on their department he is a bit limited). He really likes to grow cacti because they're low maintance enough for someone with his crazy schedule to maintain. They grow on a corner of his room, and he left some on the dorms too as an excuse to pop up and check on everyone every week.

Now, for his actual best day ever is yet to come, and I'm gonna keep it a little secret for now, but just know it will happen this year! I'm really not joking, this year will be HIS YEAR!

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[spotsupstuff]

What is Sparrows daily routine?

i wanted to draw stuff for this but ough that's so much, so-

[a day is divided into 30 units of time (aka their "hours") instead of 24 like with us for the sake of a rounded number like that]

[05:40] - wake up through the mist of "ugh five more minutes", throw a middle finger to the alarm clock and start the process of becoming a conscious member of the society by running into the closet doors face first and dressing up, getting that "hair" contained...

[06:00] - make either breakfast or lunch. if breakfast is done, get some stretching exercises in before eating. if lunch is done, just get the exercises done. pack some cash, documents like an ID since ID drones aren't a thing yet, tools for today's planned workload, don't forget the annoying golden mask

[~06:45 - 07:00] - enter the restaurant/fast food place ya visit every day and get either breakfast or lunch for later, ignore the barista who somehow managed to develop a crush on ya, eat up if it's breakfast order, maybe take a walk around the town square

[08:00] - clock in for work at the Mechanic's main entrance into the Caper of Euros structure. make the way to the puppet chamber to check Euros' statistics, see if smth fucked up during the night that would need the help with getting fixed up and of course, tell him good morning. if he's on his puppet and scoops ya up, kiss him a good morning too

[08:15] - leave the chamber and the backpack with lunch behind (he'll look after it, probably strap it to the umbilical arm, maybe go through it - he's allowed to. one of these days she really needs to pack a little notebook, pencil and an eraser so he can have some fun with that) and start the shift. Mechanic's job mainly revolves around catching the mistakes that slipped by before an Iterator was turned on besides the maintance. so basically bringing them as close to perfection as possible. so she looks for lil fuck ups in the design + works on the ones already noted on the pearl she has from Euros' first Mechanic

[14:00 - 14:20] - lunch break!!! come back to the puppet chamber and sit with Euros while snacking. get to talk with him a little, catch up on what he's up to in his research and iterations, answer him in kind when he asks you about your day outside of him. "so how'd you sleep? any dreams? how was breakfast? is the barista still eyeing you? i still think you should go on a date with them and be absolutely obnoxiously out of character so they'd stop. oh! what about the town square? what did the kids play today?" "oh slow down, will you! i still have noodles left."

[14:20 - 20:45] - rest of the shift! the last hour or so is dedicated to mostly going around the sector she dedicated the day to and checking over her work and the Hivemind members. with the nature of her and Euros' relationship this often times results with the Inspectors yoinking her to play or cuddle with

[20:45 - 27:00] - free time! she Can be hailed by the Houses for updates on Euros' condition and to get her opinion on some changes they'd want to implement that would affect Euros during this time. she Hates these kind of meetings because she sucks at social interaction n everything, but if she has to defend her charge(/lover) against stupid ass ideas, she Will do her best. but generally this time is filled with hanging out with Euros properly as a friend or as a romantic partner, go out for beer or smth if she feels like it, calling her family to ask how they are doing once she gets home- ask if they need any money and such since the job pays INCREDIBLY well- strength and such exercises to keep in shape, read up on some additional info on Iterators that wasn't necessarily addressed back in school or some fictional stuff, play games (with Euros if he will be down or calls first), make dinner, watch a movie...

[~27:00 - 05:40] - sleeby time <3

[starlightshadowsworld]

Bungou stray dogs x Five Nights at Freddy's

Where Mimic (organisation) makes the Mimic (animatronic).

During the war a group of scientists working for Mimic created an AI.

With the goal of becoming a soilder. In order to minimise human casualties and aid the soilders.

It is in the body of a white tiger animatronic.

However, as many of the organisation were still fighting in the war the AI was left behind.

And encounters one of the scientists children, a young boy named Atsushi. Atsushi is shy, sweet and curious about what his parents had been creating.

He starts to visit the AI, naming them Byakko. The two become good friends, the only friend either have.

And because of the amount of time they spent together, Byakko started to mimic Atsushi. Copying him and playing with him.

However, Mimic are outraged when they find out that their killing machine has been turned into a toy.

Atsushi is hurt by his parents, being blamed for what happened. Byakko hears his cries and races to him.

And is outraged.

Attacking the group and trying to keep Atsushi safe. However, the damage is already done and it's too late.

Byakko crawls to Atsushi's side. The anger within them vanishing into greif and they hold Atsushi as he dies.

His soul fusing with their programming.

Byakko killed the scientists and made their escape.

They treck back to the battlefield and and fall back on their programming. But they are also influenced by Atsushi.

And so Byakko is not only fighting and killing but also aiding and protecting the soilders on their side.

Stories of a mysterious white tiger sweeping across the battlefield start to become common place.

Some thought it was a diety, others thought it was an ability but no one knew what it was.

Or why it was helping them.

Mimic (the soilders now) recognise Byakko as being one of there scientists creations.

And thus when they flee because... War crimes, they capture Byakko and and take them with them.

Byakko is trapped in a cage, the room they're in being sealed. Byakko and Atsushi are kept prisoner for many many years.

They are only found again when Ango comes across them. During his time at Mimic, they get to know him.

Who promises they'll be released... Unfortunately that means that they are handed over to the Government.

Right into the hands of Ouchi Fukuchi, who had heard tale of the mysterious white tiger during the Great war.

But it's not Byakko he wants, but Atsushi.

Somehow knowing that the boy resides within the beast. And is the one who can guide him to the book.

Byakko, pissed the fuck off and protective over Atsushi is unfortunately unable to stop him.

Because let's be real here, they haven't been able to get any maintance in many years.

It's a miracle they can stand up.

They are tortured until Atsushi's soul is bought to the surface. He's in control now, and he's terrified.

Because the last time Atsushi was wondering about in a physical form... He died.

Atsushi has no idea what this book is or how to find it. He's kept in a prison and unfortunately because they contain a soul, both of them can feel pain.

Byakko is pissed the fuck off and doing all they can to comfort Atsushi.

When someone walks into their cell, Byakko growls and tries to stop them from approaching.

"Are you alright? Don't worry, I will get you out of here."

Atsushi and Byakko are very sceptical about this man. Especially given no ones ever truly cared for them.

But this man, Fukuzawa seems trustworthy.

He mentions Ango, and how he told his Agency about what happened to them. And that he is here to set them free.

Atsushi decides to trust him. Arguing that they know nothing of the outside world and they need allies.

Byakko, knows he's right and thus agrees but they are on high alert. They've been hurt and used by humans too much.

Their cell opens and they both stand up on rusted legs, no matter how hard it is to go forward they do so anyway.

For the first in a long time, they are free.

[antiporn-activist]

Is it okay to only have sex and do sexual acts when you're enthusiastic about it for yourself as well? The thing is, people in my life tell me that in a relationship you can't do things only when you desire them and you should compare it to washing dishes or taking out trash. But i don't think sex is something that should be put in the category of things to do regardless of your own desire. Like i don't think desire to please a partner - that might please you in return emotionally - is enough if you don't find the act hot and arousing in itself.

My best friend tell me that she doesn't like giving blowjobs but she loves her boyfriend and does it for him and it makes them both happy. And honestly? That sounds like a nightmare to me.

If my partner wouldn't be absolutely enthusiastic about eating me out, aka if they wouldn't crave it and be turned on by the process, it would really hurt me to be a receiver. I want them to feel their own desire, not just desire to make me happy.

Honestly i wouldn't be able to have sex if i thought that some acts we do are only done for me (without their excitement and thinking that doing it to me is hot and sexy) as a favor or prove of love? I really need that mutual desire and 100% enthusiasm along the way. The reason behind doing something matters to me, and the reason of "i do it because you want it, even if i'm not in the mood and i find the act uniteresting/disgusting, but it's fine since i like seeing you happy"... Yeah that's not enough. If i don't enjoy something for myself i don't do it, and i wouldn't like my partner to be fine using me or being used as masturbatory tool.

So, is it really that selfish to only have sex and do sex acts you find exciting and arousing? Is it selfish that i need my partner to be turned on and craving me for each step of sexual encounter, rather than accept them not being in the mood/not liking something and still doing it for my sake? I don't want maintance sex. But i was accused of being someone who can't receive a gift or can't be altruistic at all

i think this is the ideal for human sexuality, but we are far from achieving it on a broad scale.

i also think it's fine to set this standard for yourself and your partners.

[starastarship]

Well I am done with my characters. Yay! So lemme introduce you to my characters

Let's get to my Aninatronic Eclipse! She was actually created before Canon Eclipse came out and I don't like changing names like at all, so there is now a canon explanation in my AU! Sina did not read the whole manual before working on the DA/ told Eclipse to go to the daycare for the time being. When she read it, it was already too late so she just says that Eclipses name is actually solar eclipse and the latter is what she goes by most of the time.

Well on that note let's get to Sina, the tired maintance girl! She is in her early twentys (1 to 2 years younger than Alex) but looks more like she has worked her entire career there. Currently she is the only maintance person in the building but Alex is already hiring for her at least another person (even if Sina is against it). She doesn't talk much about herself less about her past. All she says is she had it rough at times. She goes by She/ He/ They but isn't trans.

Also here is her Spotify playlist she listens too during work!

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/35xg9TpqVEbf5aPtmktvVU?si=FKXUiuCpSzmiElJJbnOgEQ

And here is the last one Alexia, short Alex. She is the one in charge for the pizzaplex and most of it's business like finances and stuff! She is Sina's best friend even if both keep it professional in the work place, especially information of other people. Alex pulled a few strings and made a kind of deal with Fazbear entertainment (a few of the perks of being rich) but she doesn't do it much for the money, more for a personal reason!

Info to my AU down below

Let's see what I have so far:

-this plays a few years after security breach and maybe ruin but I still have to figure certain things out on that front.

-this wasn't suppose to be an Y/N story but I liked it too much so it's now one. (I might have to make a sheet for them too)

-Y/N is the maintance trainee of Sina. However they feel like their mentor is a bit hostile towards them. The reassurance that Sina doesn't hate them, is hard to believe often times.

-Y/N works with Sina on all Animatronics, but Eclipse. While Y/N wants to help there too, Sina refuses saying it's her responsibility alone.

-When Y/N first met Eclipse, Eclipse seemed nervous for a moment before going back to her happy self, juggling her balls happy to give the new staff member a little show

-I dunno how but Freddy is back somehow at the Pizzaplex. I still have to figure it out. Maybe Vanessa is back too.

-(this is more a personal note but there might come a character from a friend into the AU but I have to ask first)

-Y/N, while being a trainee, might find out more than they first thought! (Contemplating on making a entire story now)

-the AU still needs alot of work..... And a name ^^"

More to come with Y/N and maybe some doodles!

[kinderrmaxi]

character ai will be in maintance mode from july 20 8:30 pm to july 21 3:00 am

me and my best friend:

(i give credits to her for this beatiful idea)

[the-scottish-art-guy]

You wanted to play a disabled character but gave them a magical prosthetic and painkiller that takes all the pain away - so you arent really playing a disabled character anymore.

So I've sat with this ask for about a week and I am choosing to take it in good faith. Sorry if this is poorly worded but Im about to finish my lunch break so I wanted to answer this then get to work. Disclaimer: If I had done what you are suggesting and erased my characters disability that would be my choice. Im a disabled man and this isn't a tv show or hollywood film - its my friends dnd game where a bit of wish fulfillment is very much acceptable. Nobody should feel bad about this kind of thing.

Disclaimer two: having accomodations does not erase a disability. People are not magically not disabled anymore just because they can manage their symptoms. Finally, you have a fundamental misunderstanding of who Mask is, what his disabilities are and how he manages them. (Which is fine because I am not sure how detailed I've gone - people are here for art not my character stuff). When I pitched Mask to my GM we had a lot of conversations of what exactly I wanted out of him and what my GM wanted functionally within his world. I wanted to play a character with a fantasy reflection of my condition: without going into detail I am prone to injury and many injuries I do sustain do not normally heal properly - resulting in chronic pain and loss of mobility. Mask is cursed so that when he is injured in areas of his body effected by the curse, those injuries do not heal. In the past this caused him to seek amputation of his arm due to the severity of its condition. Since then he has started taking a painkiller daily, and has mechanical prosthetics. I specifically did not want those to be a cure all. Although Mask's prosthetic hand does function with full mobility, it is not quite as dexterous as his real hand used to be. He spent years learning to favour his left hand, and learning to use the prosthetic once it was attatched. The prosthetic is clockwork and requires daily maintance, and failure to keep up with this maintance can cause it to jam or 'lag' as the internal mechanisms run down. The prosthetic has also been marked as a point of 'weakness' by intelligent enemies - thus the art from a while ago where someone had cast 'heat metal' on parts of it. (It has its perks too, he has a crossbow concealed inside it and can use it to smuggle small objects in the casing). Mask is addicted to his pain medication. He could come off it and seek help from a cleric to allieviate his symptoms until the addiction clears his symptoms. He sees no reason to do that since without some form of strong pain relief he can't think clearly through the fog chronic pain causes. During game I've had to consider these accomodations. If we're going on a multi-day quest I need to have mask acquire and bring enough medicine for the trip. He needs to take time daily to change his bandages and maintain his arm, and is often one of the first to call for a rest when we've been travelling for long periods so he can do that. I like this character a lot, and how he tries to accomodate his own needs is part of that.

[necrobeast]

Unlikely Friends [Mando||Eve]

@flowersforeve​

It was his first night back at work and yet Mando did more maintance than gravedigging... By the time the Sun came up, the snow had been shoveled out, the tombstones had been cleaned and fresh winter flowers had been left beside every single one of them. He was beat, but after a quick snack, he was ready to head home.

Before doing so, however, he’d decided to stop by a flower shop that was just opening to bring a bouquet home. Even they needed cheering up. Walking into it once the sign had been switched to open, the wendigo paused as he recognized the scent of the person within... and later the face. 

“Eve!” he greeted her with a friendly smile. “Are you ok? Sorry I kind of ran off on you that night... I was worried about my mother and grandfather,” he lied, having really scurried off to hide from the shame that he’d helped her to safety when he should’ve given her to his General at least. “They’re older so, you know, my sister and I worry about them.”