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kooky-dough · 1 year ago

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"Lucid dreams, fever dreams, daydreaming

oh my gosh, it's shark moon and lava sun"

This idea has been living rent-free in my head for too long

I know, I'm awful, aren't I

A fic I started working on like a week + ago

I'm not even done with the first chapter

But this is what I got

You're a new hire at this Fazer-Fantasy Worlds - because Freddys Fantasy Word sounds a little too wrong - amusement park

The whole thing is supposed to be about wanting nothing more than to live in a dream world

It is quite literally called "dream lover" in my Google Docs file

I $#!t you not

So here, have at it

Hope you enjoy

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The curtains are closed, blocking the majority of the sun's light that enters your room. Despite their best efforts to do their job, the remaining bit of light that slips through always threatens to pull you from sweet unconsciousness. Occasionally, you even wake up to being slapped in the face by the sun's light, shooting out from the opening between the two pieces of fabric. And so in retaliation to the sun’s gracious wake up call, you flip to face the wall and bury your face in the blankets, hoping to slip into dreamland once more.

Not long after disregarding the sun’s morning kiss, you fall back into sleep’s loving embrace… only to find yourself ripped from your lover’s arms yet again.

Yanked back down to planet Earth, you jolt at the abrasive sound of your alarm and pounce to silence the pesky thing. You always ended up hating the songs you used for it. Too many good songs have died from being used to pull you from your slumber.

But unfortunately it is about time you got up.

Begrudgingly, you slip from your cozy bundle, rise to your feet, and lift your arms as you stretch out your muscles with a groan. Walking over to the window with a grumble, and squinting as you pull back the curtain. As much as you hated disturbed beauty sleep, you couldn't help loving how the sun looked in the morning, and how it painted the sky in gorgeous colors as it woke the world.

But alas, you aren't just up to enjoy the view, for you have responsibilities. You're a new hire at FazBear Entertainment's newest attraction, Fazer-Fantasy Worlds amusement park. You found a page advertising the opening park in your search to find a job that was half as appealing as staying in bed.

You filled out the online application, advertising yourself as someone who can clean, organize, and has a very flexible schedule; you were hoping to score a janitorial job. If emptying trash cans, cleaning bathrooms, and taking stock ment you could avoid dealing with customers and daydream on the job, then you'd do it.

Who knows, maybe you'll even find some free time to just take a nap.

—

The man interviewing looked tired, bored, like he would prefer being elsewhere. Which was understandable. There's not much to do in an office job like his, besides a countless amount of paperwork that really starts to drag on someone after some time, and he looked like he'd been doing it for ages, poor guy.

You carried a professional and polite smile with you as you walk into his office.

During the interview he was looking at his computer, typing away and asking simple and basic questions. He spoke with such a mild tone and expression that it almost made you nervous.

*click-clack

“What previous work experience do you have?”

*tic-clack-click

“Any health issues that may impact your work?”

*clack-tic

“How do you handle stressful situations?”

*clack-click-tac

“Do you get unsettled or scared easily?”

*tic-tac-click

For his next question he paused his typing and looked up at you, still as mild as ever but there was a glint of something in his expression that nearly made your skin crawl.

“Are you afraid of clowns?”

..wait… what?

“Uuh, no sir.” you said, befuddled

It's an amusement park, so you guess it makes sense. But what's so scary? Do they have a haunted mansion? Maybe you should have done more research. As long as you're not being chased by anything, you'll be just fine.

“Hmm, good. Well there's not much left, if you want the job just sign these here papers” He slides a heap of paper in front of you with a pen nicely placed on top like a cherry on top of a cake.

You sniggered ��Mmm, how fun, thank you.” There is no way in hell you’re gonna be able to read all of that.

He gave a sardonic, dry laugh “You should not be thanking me.”

Sparing him a glance as he goes back to typing on his computer again, you pull the stack of papers closer to you and skim through it as you sign your name on each dotted line.

He sends you a glance too as he types and asks “So why’d you sign up for this job anyway?”

How he could type and hold a conversation was beyond you.

“Eh, what a better place for a dreamer then the place that’s furthest itself from reality.” You could only hope to be engulfed by your own imagination but it helps to be surrounded by the inspiration of fiction.

The guy hummed something nocumunicationla and paused his typing once more “Hey, just don't forget that dreamers have nightmares too. Being further from something doesn't always mean it's safer, you could wander into an even worse spot then you were before.”

His words felt like a warning and just about sent chills down your spine as you signed your name on the last line.

He, may the devil have your soul now.

He sighed and handed you a shirt “I hope you get what you're looking for. when do you think you'll be ready to start.”

Your smile brightened from the somber one that crep onto your face and happily replied “Tomorrow!“.

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And that's why you're getting up from your sweet haven and welcoming the morning sky.

The guy who interviewed you -that you never caught the name of- sent you to go to the park the next morning so you could get a tour and a run down on your responsibilities as an employee. Your name tag might not be done yet but they promised to give you all your employee goodies before you started your first true day on site.

The polo shirt the tired fellow gave you was sky blue with yellow and orange stripes lining the sleeves with a red hem and sunny, yellow buttons running a little ways down from the -also red- collar. A FazBear logo was stitched on each sleeve like a small patch. The text circling around it said “Fazer-Fantasy Worlds”. The cool part was that the two little bear heads in the logos were different. The left sleeve had a teddy bear with button eyes, patchwork beneath its right one, and on its left cheek. The right had a kingly crown and a proud smile. Honestly, the shirt felt perfect for a place that promised adventure and wonders beyond the mundane road of life.

You tuck your new shirt into your black jeans and put on a striped rainbow belt. It was most certainly cute and colorful. You tied on your trusty, black, steel toe boots, they were slip resistant and honestly the most comfortable pair of shoes your own. They were a procaution to protect your clumsy ass. You’d be lying if you said they didn’t make you feel a little more confident.

It was late spring, but thanks to the region where you live, it was more like summer with few rainy days to break up the warm and sunny weather. Slideing on your soft and breathable, navy blue jacket, you walk into the bathroom and finish cleaning yourself up. Trying to brush out your cronic case of bed head was futile and only made your hair poof up more. So you throw on a royal blue banadanna that had a white pattern, reminding you of a cloudy sky.

Before you head out to the randevu point, you grab your phone, slid it into you jackets innerpocket, then snag a peice of bread from the fridge and spred some jam on it to nibble on as you walk to your car from your apartment. You have a roomate but you never realy see them due to the fact that

Paper scrap

to help manage the mess of hair on your head and keep it out of your face.

With the magic cards of being available for work just about whenever and overall willing to learn anything they might want from you, you scoured a job.

and in this vary moment you akwardly realized, neather of yall exchanged names. Welp it’s too late now. He probubly already knows your name anyway from your resume. Unfortunetly for you, this guy has no inucations of what his name is. Buuuuut, luckly, he doesnt seem to care in the slightest, and hopfuly he wount mention it.

but that still caught you off guard,

Truth is that the guy giving you the interview looked tired and fed up, only skimming through your resume with a tired expression. Then he proceeded to just hand you an employee t-shirt and asked when you could start.

Like the awesome and cunning fox you are, you slayed the interview and got the job. The FazBear company totally didn't just give the job to the first person who signed up. No, you definitely got the job cus you were just that good.

some cool lost items you could keep. Mmmm, free shit.

with a thin, velvety, navy blue jacket over it and some black jeans. Your shoes were a nice black pair of steel toe work boots. Gotta love a good boot.

They see your creative work and ask why it wasn't in your resume

You didn't think it was important

And walk out the door to your interview

thinking that this place -out of all your other options- would fuel your creative thirst with a side of a living wage, cus gosh darn it, you ain't gonna get that from being an accountant. You shiver at the thought of an office job as you prepare yourself for the awaiting day.

you stir in your sheets and blankets as you lift them to cover your face. The early morning sun always seemed to try and tear you away from the blissful comforts of sleep. You where content in bed with not a care in the world

But the sun... the sun wasn't just a ball of light. No the sun was an antagonist

You're in bed, tossing and turning as a desperate attempt to get comfortable. Your body aches

Cold chills run through your body even as you sweat. Your sinuses are stuffed and your head aches. A nauseating feeling washes over you as you're stomach complains

Trying to fall back down the rabbit hole that was dreamland. Unfortunately for you, dreamland is under reconstruction

Your shirt sticking to you damp skin as you move

whining and trembling as chills run down you

sweat laced body causing The fabric of you usually loss fitting shirt clings to you damp skin. You coil into the sheets, desperately trying to get comfortable as you toss and turn.

The sound of your miserable

The sheets beneath you stick to your heated skin, damp and wholly uncomfortable as you toss and turn.

Your body aches

Your body aches and your mind is fuzzy.

#dream lover #fnaf security breach #concept art #au #y/n #fanfic #shark boy and lava girl #uhggggg #im making more #happy late thanksgiving

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adiabolikpastel · 1 year ago

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Thanking you~

Hello Everyone~!

It has been a while since I last checked-in with everyone - how have you been? There are so many of you now, it warms my heart!

Life has been doing it's thing for me - I'm still in college only now I'm working on my Master's. Once that is done I swear I am finished - school has been so stressful I find myself getting frustrated almost daily. However, I have to remind myself that nothing worth having is easy, and this education will help me better my life … eventually.

But enough of that~ I wanted to give you all a check-in with the blog. As you all can see, not a lot is happening right now. It's hard to find the time to get things together, or find a free spot in my brain to focus on creating content. I do hope that you can continue to bare with me, and continue to send in ask to help build the universes here.

I do want to take this time to establish a few things; nothing too major but I do want them to be out there.

The big change …

As of this post, Callista's story will be changing to have a Polyandry relationship. In which Callista will ultimately marry Shu, and later marry Reiji also. Now this does not mean that Shu and Reiji will be a couple - not that this blog has a lack of inset all ready - just that they will both be married to Callista - as their story continues.

Ultimately I came to this decision because honestly, the story she has with both of them are just too good. The idea of her choosing one over the other is simply not possible - and it wouldn't make for a good story. Not to mention, it's gets SUPER messy in the Excruciating Duplicity storyline to have hers branch off into two different outcomes.

The entire point of creating Excruciating Duplicity apart from Tormented Reverie was to have another story where characters do not have to worry about the events of Yuuki and Yuki's plots. So, changing the official cannon to be that of a Polyandry outcome makes the most sense, and gives us all of the best endings for all parties involved.

The other news …

The twins are still a thing - I swear. I'll also stop keeping you all in suspense … they are in position of Azusa Mukami. Our first official Mukami ship of the blog, and of course it belongs to the sweetest pea that is Azusa. Probably once my schooling is down in the summer is when I will have time to actually write something and get some commissions together for you all to meet them~

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Thank you all again so much for all of the love and support over the years. I promise that once school is over and I can be a normal person I will be able to give more of my attention to the blog and to the universes.

In the mean time, please feel free to send in ask. I love having the opportunity to world build and bounce ideas off of you all - everyone has helped shape the stories so much it means the world to me.

I am so thankful for this blog and everyone who has been apart of it through the years. Here is to many more~

#mun post #blog update #thank you for the love and support #Happy late Thanksgiving

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zelenxa · 21 hours ago

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1315 - The Lottways

“Esteban?” Kurtis blurts out, voice sounding more puzzled than he’d probably like.

“Kurtis,” he smiles. “Hey, I wanted to talk to you.”

He watches as Esteban draws closer, and Kurtis mindlessly takes the next step off the rain-wet staircase leading up to the Lottway house. I wanted to talk to you. The sentence brings more anxiety than Kurtis can properly process. Logically, he is aware he is overthinking. There is nothing about their relationship or Esteban’s stance that suggests any abnormal connotations. This conversation will likely proceed as normally as they always do, and yet Kurtis feels ambushed, unprepared by the sight of the man who brings so much complicated and unwanted feelings. And not just a man. His sister’s husband. His sister’s.

What are you doing here? “Oh,” he manages. Dumbfounded, Kurtis thinks is the word that can best describe what he looks to Esteban. Not that he cares. “What is it?”

“Ah.” Esteban pockets his hands. “Admittedly, we need help figuring out who we should best sell our harvests. Marci knows you’re good at this stuff.” Like a switch, Kurtis only just now notices the stock Esteban has in toll. “We… Normally it’s not a big deal, but we want to be careful this time, you know? Get what we can from this poor year.”

Poor year. Right. He’s heard talk of the ever-present rain bringing about problems with crops growing. He hadn’t realized it was that big of a problem. Oh. And his niece… He had forgotten.

Moving on instinct (which never ceased to fail him until now), Kurtis nods and steps forward. Even as he feels he’s spelling out a miserable next hour of overthinking, his heart flutters— pounds with suspense. “Alright. I’ll help you. With all the stuff you’re carrying, I’m surprised you haven’t been robbed yet,” he murmurs disapprovingly.

Esteban laughs. Kurtis hadn’t intended it to be a joke, but, just like that, it eases the tension in his body immediately. He pretends like he doesn’t grant himself a small smile and angles his head away from the man. Small graces. That’s what’ll save him today.

“Brynn, can you watch Lacey for a moment for me?” Casandra calls out, gesturing to the sleeping toddler within the crib.

Casandra sits up and dusts off invisible dirt off her dress. She gives Brynn a quick glance and pauses. “Where are you going?”

Brynn looks up from Lacey, sparing a glance at Lorelai before answering her mother. “Uh, grandma and grandpa’s house?”

Her mother, in turn, frowns. She turns away but hesitates—like she wants to say something. She doesn’t in the end, instead nodding. “Leave the back door unlocked in case your father comes home.”

Casandra walks out of the bedroom, leaving tension in the room that Brynn is the only one old enough to feel. Her mother has been acting weird lately. Everyone has. She sighs and motions for Lorelai to stop standing and come sit with her.

Laughter flows across the table, brightening the mood whilst Brynn talks through mundane topics with her aunts. Brynn likes being in the Turner residence. It’s the only place she feels like a teenager as if there’s no pressure nor any eggshells she has to be mindful of like there is with her father and, recently, her mother.

“How is your dad doing, Brynn?” John, her grandpa, asks, settling down in a free chair.

Brynn’s smile sobers. Or just one eggshell. “He’s okay.” She picks at a piece of bread. “He’s just busy.”

Everyone at the table nods in acknowledgment, yet with the beat of silence filled with the acknowledgment of something, Brynn feels as if she might as well have called her father a llama. She knows Kurtis isn’t present often, both physically and emotionally, but Brynn also knows that, to her, that’s as normal as breathing - another acknowledgment of the day. She doesn’t like thinking any further than that. It makes her feel all sorts of uncomfortable and hurt to think of the what-ifs. At least with her dad’s side of the family, it doesn’t come up at all. In fact, in the rare times she does talk to her cousins, Kurtis is always present. Brynn doesn’t know if that’s saying much.

“So, have you thought of working here? Maybe learning how to make drinks?” Her grandpa asks her.

“Papa. Stop trying to get your granddaughter to work for free,” Emma says, faux irritation distinct in her tone.

“It wouldn’t be for free,” John protests, shaking his head at his daughter as if to reprimand her seriousness. His eyes fall back on Brynn, face visually softening as he reaches his hand out against the table. “Even if you don’t work in the family’s tavern, it’s good to learn how to cook and clean and make ale in house,” he jokes, “it’s important to learn that last one, especially now-in-days.”

Marisol smiles at Brynn. “Don’t listen to him. You’ll be sourcing your drinks from us for the rest of your life.”

“Also,” Emma adds. She’s already been the level-headed one. “You’re too young to be learning how to make ale, let alone knowing the recipe,” she turns her head to John, clears her throat, “Papa.”

“Alright,” he relents before settling not a moment later. “Just cooking and cleaning?”

“Unbelievable,” Emma speaks, her voice drowned out by the responding laughter.

next (chrono) // next (lottway) // previous

#morbid's ultimate decades challenge #lottway 1310s #ep 32 #been busy working on a side project 😵‍💫#happy late thanksgiving #I very much love writing about kurtis/esteban #sims 4 medieval #sims historical #sims 4 decades challenge #sims 4 legacy #ultimate decades challenge #scheduled #lottway: gen 1

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