#her name is Bo Beep!

[sp-growingpains]

Hey Fables fandom, we still dead? Can I offer you an OC in these trying times! 🤲

[limonadecandy]

idk which one is the funniest to me, Son Heung-min dating Minah of Girl's Day for like three months until his dad forced them to break up or Hwang Ui-jo dating Hyomin of T-Ara while he was playing for Bordeaux (and breaking up almost instantly after announcing it publicly)

[adalwolfgang]

POV: Bo in the hospital (drugged with anaesthetic) ft. Fem!(Name).

*(Name) resting her hand on his chest as Bo starts to wake up.*

Bo, half out of it: My wife will get upset if she sees you touching me like that on my chest.

(Name), trying not to laugh: I am your wife.

*Bo looks you up and down before giving a goofy smirk. All of a sudden the heart rate monitor starts beeping like crazy.*

Bo, in a sultry voice: Sup~

[roxygen22]

Charlie Cooper x Reader!! For the Christmas mood or whatever

Summary: A grown-up Charlie brings you home to meet the family for Christmas.

Cooper Christmas

"Are you sure you want to do this? My family is...a lot." Charlie sat beside you, grasping your hand as his knee bounced anxiously.

"It's a bit late to be confirming that," you teased. "We're already behind security at the airport."

"It's never too late until we're on the plane, and even then, I'd bribe the pilot or fake a medical emergency to turn the plane around if you wanted."

Your brows knit together in concern. "Are you sure YOU want to go?"

Charlie hesitated before tentatively nodding his head. "Like I said, they're just a LOT to handle. But, for better or worse, they are my family."

"They are going to be my family, too, remember," you half-smiled, playing with the new ring that adorned your left hand. "We'll get through it together."

You both courageously boarded the flight, and soon, you left behind the crowded airport to head toward the burbs on Pittsburgh. After dropping off the luggage at the hotel and freshening up, the two of you made the short drive to Charlie's grandparents' home.

A tall, skinny teenage girl with dark hair and equally dark clothing opened the door before you and Charlie reached the top of the steps.

"Hey, sis! Merry Christmas!" He opened his arms for a hug.

"Hey," she replied flatly and turned away, leaving him hanging and the door wide open.

Charlie leaned over to whisper, "She's going through an emo phase, according to Dad. Don't take it personally." He took your hand and led you through the front door. You heard the sound of multiple conversations wafting through the home, as well as the sound of children laughing. Aside from the amusingly cold greeting, it felt warm and cozy inside.

His grandmother rushed by from the kitchen to the dining room and stopped in her tracks when she spotted her grandson.

"Oh, Charlie! You made it!" She embraced him in a squeezing hug until your presence registered. "Oh, my goodness, I'm so sorry. Charlie, you didn't tell me you had a plus one this year." She adjusted her hair and clothes nervously before extending her hand toward you. "I'm Charlotte."

You shook her hand as Charlie said, "Grandma, this is [Y/N], my..."

"Oh, [Y/N], what a lovely name. We'll set out another place setting for you. Please excuse me," Charlotte interrupted hurriedly. "Sam! Can you grab another plate and chair?" she yelled into the living room as she scurried away.

"You didn't tell them that I was coming?" you asked through a forced smile and gritted teeth.

"I promise, I told my dad. He must not have spread the word."

Charlie's grandfather came into the foyer to investigate. "Ah, Charlie! You made it." Sam looked over at you. "And you must be the extra place setting," he joked. "I'm Sam."

Feeling your embarrassment, Charlie took your hand as you blushed. "Grandpa, this is [Y/N], my-"

He was yet again cut off by his grandmother yelling something to his about mashed potatoes. Sam held up his index finger to pause the conversation. "I'll be right back."

Charlie just shook his head before he proceeded to lead you deeper into the house toward the sound of beeping and squawking children's toys.

"Charlie!" Two tiny voices called out excitedly as he reached the living room threshold. They dropped their toys and ran to him.

He knelt down to their level and caught them in his arms, delivering the same squeezing hug that seemed to be a family staple. "Hey, you two!"

"Who's that?" The littlest pointed up at you, so you knelt, too.

"This is [Y/N], my-"

"Hey, Charlie," a tall woman interrupted as she walked into the room. You guessed the two boys belonged to her. "Kids, give them some space." You and Charlie stood, and Charlie abandoned you just briefly to give the lady a hug.

"Aunt Eleanor, good to see you. Where's Joe?"

"He went to the store with your dad and Bo. They should be back any minute now. Who's-?" Eleanor pointed to you and smiled.

"Oh!" Charlie reached back to grab your hand and pull you forward. "This is [Y/N], my-"

"Charlie!"

Charlie spun at his dad's voice just in time to be pulled into a hug.

"Hey, big guy!" Hank continued. "I was hoping I would be back from the store before you got here. And [Y/N]! It's so good to finally meet you in person!"

Hank pulled you into your first family hug. Once the initial shock melted, you laughed and returned the embrace. "Nice to meet you, too, Mr. Cooper."

"Hank, please. Mr. Cooper is in the kitchen."

A young man you recognized as Charlie's brother, Bo, from video calls rounded the corner. "Charlie-hee!" he bellowed.

"Bo! Good to see you, man!" Despite being his "little" brother, Bo towered over him as the two embraced. They turned to you as Bo still hung by an arm around his brother's neck.

"And this must be [Y/N]. Tell me, does this guy still kiss like he's having a seizure?"

You covered your mouth and giggled as Charlie elbowed his brother. "Come on, man, cut it out."

"What? I was just wondering whether or not you outgrew it." Bo laughed then released his brother. Charlie rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment and reclaimed his spot by your side just in time for his grandmother to call everyone to the dining table.

Everyone formed an assembly line to fill their plates and organize around the dining table. The room was filled with a dull roar of multiple conversations. You went along with the flow and got pulled into small talk about life in the big city by Eleanor's husband Joe across from you, when suddenly...

"[Y/N] and I are getting married," Charlie blurted out at a deafening volume. The table silenced except for the clanking of utensils as they dropped to the plates. You wished you could crawl under the table at the sudden attention.

"[Y/N] and I are getting married," he repeated at a more reasonable volume. "I have been trying to tell you all since we got here."

Suddenly, the room broke into a clamoring of congratulations, everyone vying for air space to welcome you to the family. Charlotte came over and hugged you both at the same time. Bo bumped your shoulder with his as a sort of welcoming gesture, an invitation/warning for the same level of ribbing he gives your fiancé.

After dinner, the family retired to the living room for a round of hot cocoa and exchanged presents. You enjoyed watching Charlie interact with his two young cousins as they got excitable over the new toys the two of you picked out for them and found yourself wondering what starting your own family (years from now) would be like.

Once the evening wrapped up and you said your goodbyes, the silence of the car was deafening compared to the dull roar that filled your ears like you had been at a concert for hours. Charlie turned on the car and looked over at you. "I told you they are a lot."

"Yeah, they were a lot. But there was a lot of love, too."

Charlie smiled and nodded before pulling your hand to his lips for a kiss as you drove away from his family home.

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@croatianprincess @bluizh @groovy-lady @pmak2002

[fandomtherapy44]

costumes and Ghosts C.J. Braxton x reader Ch.3

Summary: Y/n is new at college and trying to find a footing in everything. When she meets a guy who introduces her to something that could really help find her path.

warnings: Alcoholism, Carcrash, Swearing

WC:2.094

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Beep Beep Beep… “Uh, Audrey turn it off,” I mumble from my head buried in my pillow trying to ignore the annoying alarm that Audrey had set. I wouldn’t usually be this annoyed but I had class in three hours so that meant I had to be up in an hour. But still nothing. I sigh and get up to turn off the alarm and realize that Audrey is not here. “What the hell?” I picked up my phone and called her.

“Hello?” She clearly just woke up.

“Auds, where are you? Your alarm is going off for class and guess what- YOU'RE NOT HERE!” I raised my voice, annoyed. Somehow, Joey is still sleeping through all of this.

“Sorry N/n, Pacey and I, well…we made up last night, more than once if you catch my drift.”

I shuddered at the innuendo. “Ugh yes, please no details. Are you coming soon? Your class starts in like thirty minutes.” I checked the clock just to make sure. She pauses and I hear some shifting of sheets.

“Uh yes I will be, Pacey stop,” She giggled now, Pacey starting another round of “making up”. “N/n, I will be there, Pacey you bad bo-” I hung the phone not wanting to hear that. I look at Joey and wonder how she is still sleeping. I glance in her ears and see earbuds, Aha, so this is a pattern. The time now was six thirty. I had class at eight thirty; might as well get up now. 

What a great way to start Halloween.

I barely made it through all my classes. And three, I repeat, three guys thought it was so funny to scream in my face for a “Halloween prank”. After I gave them nothing for a reaction, they called me a bitch. The joke’s on them- I did get something out of it, hearing damage. And the pumpkin on top? I started my period. I was on theme without even meaning to be. I drag my feet through Hell’s Kitchen hoping Joey can slide me some fries under the table. I walk in and see Joey but also see a cute guy very close to her.

“Hey Jo, you think you can swipe some free fries for your favorite roommate?” I sat down at the bar and gave a knowing smile.

“Yeah, of course, I’ll be right back.” She goes to the kitchen and this leaves me alone with the mystery man.

“So what’s your name?” I ask nosily. I had no idea who kept my friend’s attention like this since the last guy, Dawson.

“Eddie, and you are Y/n.” He said matter of factly whipping down the counter.

“You know my name?”

“Yeah Joey talks about you all the time and that you helped with her whole email thing. In my book, you're a pretty good friend.” Eddie gave me a soft smile.

“Well thank you, but I don’t know you that well, so you got to work for a spot in my book, buddy,” I teased.

He laughs at my silly empty challenge. “Deal.” 

“Here you go.” Joey slides fries to me.

“Thank you!” I dig into the salty temporary happy pills.

“N/n, you have any plans tonight?” Joey asked and I gulped.

“Uh, no, Halloween is not really my thing.” I look at the food wishing it would swallow me. 

“I thought you would, it seems like your holiday.” It used to be, I thought.

“Yeah, it just causes headaches for me. Well, would you look at that? I have to get to work, see you later!” I shoved the rest of the fries in and practically ran out the door.

I walk into the stand and the office is overly decorated with ghosts and witches. The air smelled of a sickenly sweet pumpkin patch with a hint of smoke from the candle wick burning profusely.

I plop down my stuff and set up the phone line to be activated and wait for the first call. Everyone seemed so happy and peppy that it was Halloween: the night of drunken endeavors and the next morning trips to the toilet because of overconsuming alcohol and candy. I swing back and forth in my chair, only getting one phone call from an old lady thinking that I was her granddaughter, who proceeded to tell me about her hemmorroids for two hours. Well, at least I helped someone.

“Here you go.” A coffee was placed in front of me, and I looked up to see C.J.

“Aw, thank you, I could really use it.” I picked it up, the warmth spreading through my fingers, making this cold day a little warmer.

C.J. jumped on my desk, picking up a chip and snacking on it. “Do you have any plans for tonight?” He asked through bites of the chip.

“Haha, no, except if you count watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer reruns.”

“Ah, so you a Buffy girl?”

“Oh for sure, Buffy is my comfort show that I could never get tired of. Plus, I love monster shows. It's just a shame there haven’t been any good ones lately. I wonder when the next one will come out. What about you?”

“Working the night shift, then Halloween H20 on cable. Well since we both have such big plans, want to skip them and go to a party or something?” He finishes with a smile and I look up at him and my heart quickens for a second, weird. 

“Uh no, thanks for the offer though. It's not that I don’t want to hang, I'm just tired. I even said no to Jack and Jen but let's go do something tomorrow ‘kay?” I get up and go to the bathroom. I didn’t really need to go, but I couldn’t handle the pressure building in my chest anymore thinking about that night.

Halloween, three years ago

I put on my sexy pirate costume and throw back a shot of tequila.

“Oh my gosh drinking already, you are going to be halfway drunk by the time we get there!” My best friend Crystal said to me. I put on my eyepatch and boots.

“That’s the idea if I have to hear another pathetic attempt by Robbie to ask me out again.” I giggled. “Now, let's go party like there’s no tomorrow!” I throw another shot back and grab my keys.

Present time

I was still at work and it was almost nine. I had taken another shift on top of mine. They had called in to blow off work and their reasoning was: “It’s Halloween who wants to be stuck there!” I couldn’t really blame him. If I could just enjoy the night I would. 

“You’re still here?” C.J. stated to me. I twist around in my chair to face him.

“Yeah, Barry called out in his very convincing excuse of ‘I want to go party’ and I don’t blame him. He does owe me any call-out day I want, so who won, really?” I raised my eyebrows up and down in a funny way.

He laughs at my joke. “Yeah definitely, well um, I was invited to a party by Jen and I know you have such an important date with Buffy, but would you like to maybe tag along? David is coming.”

I'm about to let him down easily again but then I look up into his trusting green eyes and for some reason I say…

“Yes I’ll go, fine you convinced me.” I pick up my stuff and head to the door and then walk backward to him. “But I am not wearing a costume.”

We walk into the building and of course everything is decked out in decorations and everyone is in costumes except us three. We see Jack and Jen and go over.

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” Jen hugged me.

“Ah, this guy dragged me along.” I bumped C.J.’s shoulder. I then notice the eyes between David and Jack, read the room, and decide to get some food.

“Uh, I'm going to get some witch’s brew. Does anyone want anything?” Everyone says no. I walk over to the table. 

I glanced over the table, and there was a lot of booze and minimal food. Old me would love this.

Halloween, three years ago

“Chug Chug!” Some frat boys were screaming at me and I was downing a whole bottle of scotch. Yes, it tastes disgusting, but I'm not exactly going for flavor when drinking.

“And that’s a record boys, try to keep up!” I brought down the bottle and wiped my lips from the stinging feeling left by the booze. And my view was starting to blur. 

“Y/n, are you ok?” I tilted my head to the direction of the voice; it was Crystal.

“Yeah of course I am, why do I not look good!?” I was barely standing and I had a little dried vomit on my dress.

“Okay well, we should get home.” She said, her voice laced with worry.

“Oh come on, it’s not even-” My eyes then drifted to the clock reading one thirty and we had left my house at nine.

“Okay you’re right let’s go.” I grab my keys.

“Wait Y/n, maybe I should drive.” 

“Crystal, I'm fine now. Do you want to walk home, or do you want me to drive?” I said to her in a commanding voice. Oh, how I wish she had taken the wheel that night.

Present time 

“C.J. is looking pretty cute tonight, right?” Jen asked, pulling me out of my flashback.

“Huh? Oh yeah, I guess.” I sipped my fruit punch trying to hide from the question.

“Oh come on, you haven't noticed how hot he is at all since all the time you guys spend together.” She was so puzzled about how I couldn’t.

“Well I know he is, I just don’t see that. He’s way more like a friend than anything, but you are asking so that means you're interested.”

“Yeah, I do, I just wanted to make sure he was available to go after.” That’s one of the many things I liked about Jen; she was loyal to her friends. 

“Go for it, girl.” I patted her shoulder, and she gave me her signature smile and was on her way. But watching her go for him—I didn’t know how to explain it, but I didn't like seeing it.

It was nearing the end of the night and we were leaving the party, thank God, but C.J. made it bearable.

Jack and David were talking and I overheard talks of a coffee date. I'm happy someone had a good Halloween. But I also heard Jen and C.J.’s conversation and her majority hinting at a date between them, but C.J. turned her down.

“See you later Y/n!” Jack and Jen waved at me.

“Can I walk you home?” C.J. asked.

“Yes please, I don’t need any more pranks tonight.” We both laughed and started to walk.

“So, I saw you and Jen.”

“Yeah.” CJ said, flatly.

“So, is there anything there?” I looked at him from the corner of my eye.

“No, I don’t think so,” He replied, to my shock. 

“Why?” I said, halting in my tracks.

“Just not the girl I’m looking for.” What does that mean?

“Y/N LOOK OUT!” In an instant, a car flashed its lights and almost crashed into us.

Halloween, three years ago

“Y/n, I think we need to talk.” Crystal hesitated from the passenger seat.

“About what?” My eyes were barely staying open.

“Your drinking.”

“What the fuck about my drinking!?” Now I was pissed.

“Well, I think it’s gett- Y/N LOOK OUT!” Lights out. I had crashed into another car.

We were both knocked out. I eventually opened my eyes and saw Crystal.

“CRYSTAL!” I screamed. There was blood all over her.

“Y/n, are you okay!” C.J. was shaking me from the shock. I finally looked at him and just grabbed onto him. It felt like that night had just happened.

“I am now.” 

“Thanks for everything.” We walked back to the dorm very carefully.

“Anytime, Sober Buddie.” He responded and tears rose again. I smiled and walked into my room. There sitting in the dark is Audrey.

“Audrey?” She was crying so much.

“He doesn’t love me.”

“Oh, Audrey.” I just cradled her in the dark, just like how I hoped someone had done for me.

[ssadumba55]

The Gang Dealing with a New Traumatized Toy! Reader

Request: headcanons for Toy Story, specifically platonic separate headcanons for Woody, Jessie, Buzz and If you can then also Bo Beep with a 13 y/o toy gender neutral reader that comes to Andy's room pretty traumatized from their last home. (because they've spent their live in a home with abusive parents towards the child that owned them) They tend to flinch at almost everything and is very scared of yelling and/or loud noises, but somehow feels safe when they're with Woody/Jessie/Buzz/Bo and doesn't want to leave their side because they feel protected and at home when they're with them?

tw mentions of ab//se, both physical and verbal

General Headcanons for What Happened Before You End up In Andy's room

It had been a long road to get to Andy's room in the first place. Back at your old owner's house, you'd been a gift to the sweet little girl, Lucy, from her mother.

It was one of those rare moments when she had actually been happy. From the moment you were unpackaged and she held you, you knew you loved her more than anything else in the world.

Late nights were spent hidden under beds or in closets, being clutched to her chest. Any loud noise made the two of you flinch. It was your job to be the protector, so you tried your best. But there's only so much a toy can do

The other few toys strewn in the room appreciated your efforts though, they had been in torment far longer than you

The best times for Lucy was when she went to school, because there she was away from her parents and their harsh words and even harsher hands

Everyday you waited eagerly by the window for her to come home. You didn't get the same luxurious daily escape, but you were grateful she did.

One day, she never did come home. A stranger in a vehicle pulled up and came in the house. She talked to Mom and Dad, told them that your little girl could never come here again. Something about bruises found at school...

You never saw her again. It took a while, but eventually Mom and Dad gave all the toys, including you to a thrift store. You sat on the shelf grateful that your little girl got out but sad you couldn't go with her

"Mom! Oh! Mom! Look!" A little boy lifted you from your shelf with all the gentleness and reverence only a kid could show a treasured toy. He excitedly held you up

"That's just the one you've been looking for!" A woman smiled, ruffling her boys hair affectionately. You felt sick. You knew what happened to kids behind closed doors but your face did not move

That day, you became Andy's toy. He rushed home, scrawling his name on the bottom of your foot carefully

You were still waiting for the other shoe to drop

Woody

Woody is a natural protector, so it isn't farfetched that you immediately latched onto him when you first arrive in Andy's room

Even though you appear much younger then the rest of the toys in your new home, it’s obvious to all of them that you’ve been through much more. The most obvious sign being the little flinches you have when loud noises happen

It's Woody's job to ensure the safety of all the toys in the room, including you

He doesn't mind that you're basically his shadow at all, if you're on your own at any point he may even offer you to come along with him

Sometimes, you like to hide in the closet or under the bed. It's quiet. It reminds you of safety. Woody always makes time in his busy schedule to join you. He never asks why you do it, he just joins you to make sure you're okay

Some of the other toys can be a little mean without realizing it, he always makes sure to set them straight when he hears someone talking about you, it's not your fault you are the way you are

One day, you work up the nerve to tell him what happened with your old kid. And he wraps his arms around you, holding you close. Promises that as long as you're in Andy's room you'll never have to worry about that again

He calls you his little deputy, and if you're feeling particularly down he may even let you wear his hat

Seriously, he adores you and you adore him just as much! He is such a softie, even though he tries to pretend he isn't. If you want or need anything he will get/do it for you.

Jessie

Jessie is a traumatized toy, so she knows another traumatized toy when she sees one. She will definitely latch onto you before you can latch onto her

When she finds out your trigger is loud noises/yelling, she tries her best to keep her voice down (which is hard because she likes to be loud), she knows what it's like to have to suffer through something that makes you feel that way and she doesn't want you to have to feel that way

If yelling or loud noises are unavoidable, then she will find a safe quiet spot or offer her comfort. Holding your hand, an arm around your shoulders, whatever you need.

She will absolutely let you tag along with whatever she does, she might even teach you how to do some things.

And to comfort you, make you feel less alone, she'll tell you about Emily. When you're comfortable, you tell her about Lucy. And the two of you commiserate in old owners together, even if it's not exactly the same

If there's ever a situation where you need to be in a tight space or a box, you always offer the same comfort back to her because she does so much for you.

She will never make fun of you or push you out of your comfort zone if you don't want to be, she'll just be there cheering you on when you do feel like making progress.

And she's a hugger, so hugs will always be given. She loves having you around more than anything and would do anything to make sure you feel safe in Andy's room.

Buzz

Buzz isn't dumb, but he can be a little clueless so when you first start following him around everywhere/clinging to him, he might be more than a little confused.

He might even find it a little annoying or weird, but overtime (and potentially with his friends' help) he will definitely realize that you do it because you feel safe around him

Despite knowing he's a toy now, being your safety net will fill him with a sense of pride and duty, knowing that he's fulfilling his destiny as a space ranger

He makes you a little helmet, not only so you can be like him but so you can use it to muffle/tune out loud sounds that you don't like or that scare you

And he'll make up space stories to calm you down if you happen to freak out a little or get super anxious.

The journey to recovery is a long one, but he wants to make sure you're comfortable and safe during it.

He will also hype you up and remind you how strong you are, especially in moments when you feel like everything is too much. He believes in you and he's proud of you for coming such a long way.

If you eventually feel comfortable telling him why you're upset, the idea of parents like that would keep him up at night. He had no idea people like that could even exist, having always been Andy's toy.

He reminds you all the time that they can't hurt you ever again and that you're safe now

Bo Peep

She will adore you and feel so honoured that you feel safe around her, even though it isn't a huge surprise, after all she is a nursery lamp. It's her job to stand watch and make children feel safe.

Her soft voice and gentle demeanor are definitely what draws you to her, she never yells and as a result you feel safest with her because of that

If other toys are yelling or things become too overwhelming, she'll take you far from it and count sheep with you until you feel better

She will sing lullabies to you too if you ask her too, she doesn't mind being a comforting figure for you.

When she finds out the reason you're upset and guarded, all she'll want is to protect you. To shield you from everyone and everything that has ever hurt you and to make you feel better.

She never lets you out of her sight, the two of you spend long amounts of time together, talking or playing with her sheep. You love how calm she is compared to everyone else in the room.

She always seems to know something is wrong, before you actually say anything is wrong. It's like she can read your mind.

And if nightmares are a problem, she'll stay up with you all night just to make sure you always have someone to support you/in your corner.

She knows you need time to heal and she's grateful you decided to include her in that journey

[seltzer-tastes-pretty-good]

Some other BF&GF headcanons bc they are rotating in my brain rn

-Boyfriend's beeping is a vocal stim for him when he isn't singing. He also sometimes goes semi-nonverbal, where he'll substitute normal words for it, leading a few to believe that's just how he talks normally. Girlfriend is pretty much the only person who understands him when he's like this as well. She picked up a couple meanings behind the beeping. "Beep Bo Baaah" means 'I'm hungry', for example.

-Girlfriend's stim is chewing on stuff. Blankets, shirts, her phone, you name it. The biggest victim of this, though, are pens and other art supply. It's not uncommon to see a splotch of ink on her teeth after biting just a little bit too hard on one of her drawing pens. Boyfriend's solution was to get her some stainless steel pens...but she ends biting through those too.

-GF spoils BF rotten whenever she can. Mostly with food and weird thrift store finds. Boyfriend's bedroom and basement contain a whole assortment of funny little trinkets and clothes that GF picked out and went, "Hm, yes, he will like this." and he always does.

-BF, of course, doesn't get along with either of GF's parents, with one exception; MM during her poker games. Mainly because he's a good way to distract everyone from the nineteen cards she has up her sleeves at any given moment. She invites him and GF over, they distract and annoy the other participants so she can cheat, then she buys them both one of those big soft pretzels with cheese dipping sauce.

-BF's parents, on the other hand, are actually on very good terms with GF and support the relationship. They don't visit together very often, because their a little too eager, and really want them to start planning out a wedding already. GF is very adamant that they somehow get their parents approval before they even mutter the W-word, lest her folks' wrath be upon several thousand innocent people.

-GF, when bored, will sometimes watch those Family Guy clips with Subway Surfer gameplay underneath for an hour or so. She knows it's garbage but, hey, it keeps her brain occupied.

-Despite not being able to cook anything that isn't a PB&J, GF is a huge fan of Cooking Shows, Hell's Kitchen being her favorite. Whenever she binges the show, she thinks 'ha, I can do better than these chumps'. Then proceeds to cause a kitchen fire. Every single time.

-if BF was ever sent to court, he'd immediately ask for the aid of Phoenix Wright, the video game character...then GF would suddenly make him real using her powers. Yep, that's a thing she can do. If he refuses to take the case, then they'll settle on Saul Goodman. Neither have seen the show, mind you, but they saw a lot of memes about it.

-Another power of GF is access to a personal pocket dimension. How do you think she gets those speakers anywhere she needs them? This is the same place she keeps her phone, her wallet and, on occasion, a few minions to back her up in a fight. It's more convenient than a wallet and she doesn't need to splurge on a dress with pockets. If someone really irritates her, she can also someone her speakers mid air to drop on someone as an attack.

-Both BF and GF are also very clingy and touch-starved. The two spend a lot of time cuddling. This is also why hand holding is so effective on helping him recover from an L.

[universalcollisionleaks00]

Universal Collision: Meet the Story Characters!

Name: The Boyfriend

Class: 3★-5★

Summoner/Duo: No

Weapon Type: Staff (EX Weapon: Rap Battle Microphone)

STELLAR AWAKENING Release: N/A

Info

Boyfriend, alternatively referred to as The Boyfriend or shortened to BF, is the protagonist of Friday Night Funkin'. He is a young singer and rapper whose main goal is to gain approval to date Girlfriend, but he must sing off against her evil ex-rockstar father, Daddy Dearest, his popstar wife Mommy Mearest, and many other characters that stand in his way.

VC

(VC Level 1, S1 Chapter 1) Beep! - Power of Self +5% (1 Turn)

(VC Level 2, S1 Chapter 29) I can try! - Power of self +30% (1 Turn)

(VC Level 3, S1 Chapter 80) Beep bo beep let’s go. We can do it! - Power of self +90% (1 Turn)

(VC Level 4, S2 Chapter 20) It’s time to show them our true selves! - Water type Blunt attack on all enemies x3 (XL) and power of all allies +90% (1 Turn)

Skills/Abilities

Tier 1 Skills

(Starting Skill) Microphone Throw - Blunt attack on a single enemy (S)

(Auto Skill) Encore - Allow another ally to attack twice, will always start first no matter what (Up to 3 times)

Note Spam - Blunt attack on all enemies x3 (S)

Tier 2 Skills

Recover - Restore HP of self (M) and power of self +20% (3 Turns)

(Passive) Chiaki’s Blessing - Stack 1 Chiaki’s Blessing at start of turn

- Chiaki’s Blessing - Power of user +10% for each dead ally (Max: +70%)

- Will begin stacking if any dead ally is present

- Requires Chapter 39 Completion to activate passive

Everlasting Strike - Blunt attack on all enemies (L) and power of self +10% (3 Turns)

power increased if used consecutively.

Tier 3 Skills

Microphone Slam - Water Blunt attack on a single enemy (L) and blunt resistance of enemies -50% (3 Turns)

Ray of Light - Summon CarlosYT if he’s not in battle and Magic attack on all enemies (L) for the next 3 turns

If CarlosYT (World Adventurer/3rd Anniversary) is present in battle, Magic attack on all enemies (L) from the turn used (3 Turns)

(Passive) Encore: Concerto - Allow all allies to attack twice and will always start first no matter what

Tier 4 Skills

Super Microphone Slam - Water Blunt attack on a single enemy (XL) and blunt resistance of enemies -75% (3 Turns) and power of self +30% (1 Turn)

Chiaki’s Blessing - Restore HP of all allies (XL) and Revive all fallen allies

- Requires Chapter 39 Completion

New Hope: Universal Collision - All type attack on all enemies (XL) and guaranteed critical hit

[godtiertalk]

Happy 4/13, suckers, I've been mainlining Magical Girls and have an all new collection of psych meds. You know what time it is!

Symphogear Time!!!!

Tachibana Hibiki: Bard of Void

I knew I would have to limit Hibiki to the Void aspect since she specializes in unarmed combat. This was particularly tricky given her overwhelming association with Light, but luckily there are inversion prone classes to work with.

Bard was an ideal fit for someone whose goal of bringing the world together to a place of mutual understanding is so fundamentally at odds with her skill set as a combatant.

Ultimately, Hibiki is at her strongest when she is at her most passive: not fighting, but beseeching. Reaching out with an open fist to every villain and god she encounters, and in so doing insuring the total destruction of their plans.

The whole "haha she sings the song of the apocalypse because she's a bard" thing was a nice bonus!

Kazanari Tsubasa: Rogue of Blood

Ah, the lush irony of Tsubasa and blood. Despite her constant rejection of the constraints of her bloodline, there is no denying that Tsubasa has internalized the ideals of her family and pursues them with relentless fury. If Blood as an aspect represents the indelible effects that the people around us have on our lives and selves, well. Tsubasa certainly captures the complicated pain and glory of that.

However, the thing that truly makes her a rogue of blood, in my opinion, is the way she interacts with other people's family trauma. Consistently, she has the capacity to take on other people's fear of vulnerability and intimacy, cracking through their walls to allow those deeper bonds to form. Breaking in, but never stealing.

Add to that her association with Breath/Flight/Wings, and Rogue looks even more appealing for its ability to interact with an aspect to the point of its own opposite.

Yukine Chris: Prince of Life

Bang bang big gun go shooty pow boom.

I mean, there are legitimate reasons too, but this one is pretty straight forward. Chris is a very rich character, but uhhhhh. Not a super deep one.

In more serious terms, Chris is very much defined by her relationship to death. She is a killer, yes, but she doesn't want to be. The immense value she places on life, whether her own or others' suggests that she is not a Doom player, but a Life one.

Her willingness to sacrifice her own life to achieve the Biggest Bang also comes to mind. Whether she is using her life as a weapon, or using her weapons to protect lives, she's very much a Weapon of Life. And thus, a Prince of it too.

Maria Cadenzavna Eve: Seer of Hope

I feel like this is another relatively self-evident one. Maria always sees the best in people, even in her abusers. Whether it's the brain maze for the Linker recipe, or pretending to be Finé, Maria always sees the possibility for success.

Where light is the best possible turnout, hope is the impossible made manifest.

Also, her weapon is not designed for direct combat, but rather for redirection of immense amounts of energy. That screams "hopey bullshit" to me, as well as being a more passive style of combat overall.

Akatsuki Kirika: Knight of Mind

Okay, so, the underlying logic here basically comes down to "beep boop this bitch gay." Can you believe they legit named her 'eclipsed sunlight reflecting off the moon'? I love how obnoxious the names in this show are.

That in mind, why not heart? I actually waffled on this one a lot. Heart seems so obvious for the genki girl desperately in love with the moon. Right? But...

The thing is,

Tsukuyomi Shirabe: Maid of Heart

Drafty draft moon bunny boing boing

Girl has 0 impulse control. I almost said 0 chill but that's not true. If anything she has too much chill. She is so unhingedly chill about following all her most insane and self-destructive impulses. Every heart player ever does this, whether it's Dirk's beheading or Nepeta confronting Gamzee.

Bonus: Fraymotif (Light and Heart): Total Eclipse. If you're thinking this has IMMENSE deja vu, it's because I've definitely covered this before, here.

Anyway, imagine a cool fun total eclipse of the heart reference here

More personalized than Collective Effervescence, Total Eclipse is a pretty simple 1-to-1 translation of Kirika and Shirabe's various duet superpowers. I imagine it would functionally involve Kirika identifying strategic decision their enemy could make in her own and Shirabe's favour, and Shirabe forces the enemy into an emotional state conducive to making those bad choices. Like I said, it's basically 1-to-1 with how their duets function.

Kohinata Miku: Lord of Space

I have not watched Season 5, but if Miku doesn't get back her Symphogear by the end of it, I will be BURNING SOCIETY TO THE GROUND.

Anyway, as the Great Unmaker whose power was so immense that she unmade the concept of Original Sin, I think we can go ahead and give her a master title.

And when it comes to "able to destroy anything, anywhere, right down to the very concept of it" well. That's gotta be space.

Elfnein: Muse of Time.

This one was so easy that I kind of feel like it must be wrong. Too easy!

But I mean, she's literally the most passive person in the show, whose primary skill set is in giving other people enough time. That's muse of time behaviours!!

ETA: I've now watched enough of S5 to get to That Part now, and I'm more sure than ever. Even in the moment of utmost need, Elfnein's special ability is to summon previously killed allies for a cameo fight. I cannot think of anything more "too passive to live, too powerful to die."

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These are my opinions, not declarations of fact. I am always interested in hearing your opinions in turn.

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Bonus round: Genjuro ends up in Hibiki's sprite after being killed by SGAME. Tsubasa's cool politician dad voluntarily puts himself in Tsubasa's sprite to act as an ally to the kids. Ogawa is unkillable, Gamzee style, and this is never addressed.

[all-the-things-2020]

Finding His Way - Chapter Nine

Summary: Din makes a momentous decision.

Rating: PG-13

Note: Some Mando’a words are translated within the narrative; others are defined here.

cyar’ika = darling, sweetheart

riddurok = love bond, specifically between spouses - marriage agreement

riddur = partner, spouse, husband, wife

Din never came to bed that night. After Skywalker’s announcement, he’d scrambled to his feet, reattached all of his armor and disappeared with the Jedi, leaving her and the kid alone. Mariana finally dozed off some time in the wee hours of the morning after lying awake with Ad’ika snuggled against her blissfully unaware as her thoughts raced wildly in circles.

She woke with a start, unsure for a moment where she was. Soft light crept through the chinks in the walls, but she couldn’t tell what time it was. Ad’ika was sound asleep, curled around Froggy. She got up and got dressed as carefully as possible so as not to disturb him. Outside the sun was just rising over the rim of the valley, and the air was chilly. She thought about going back for her jacket but didn’t want to risk waking the child.

A drift of smoke rose from Skywalker’s building. When she opened the door, R2 beeped a greeting and Skywalker looked up from the workbench. “You just missed him,” he said. Mariana felt a rush of fear and it must have shown on her face because the Jedi went on quickly. “He just went to get something from his ship. He’ll be back soon.” He cleared off a stool and offered it to her.

“I managed to talk him out of haring off after Gideon,” Skywalker continued, going back to work on a small piece of equipment. “All Master Yoda could tell me was that Gideon has the Darksaber; we don’t know where he is, what kind of manpower he has … we need intel before we can make any plans.”

“We?” she asked.

Skywalker shrugged. “I’m sure he’ll want to do this alone, but I’m willing to help him prepare.” He raised the object in his hand. “For instance, I’m building him a lightsaber to practice with while I wait for Leia to get some info back to us. The best way to learn how to counter a weapon is to learn how to use it yourself.”

“What is this Darksaber? Why is Din so upset about Gideon having it?”

“It’s a unique lightsaber with a dark blade, as the name implies. It was created by Tarre Vizla, the first Mandalorian Jedi. Many of his clan members wielded it over the years, and eventually it passed to Sabine Wren, and then Bo-Katan Kryze. It is traditionally held by the leader of the Mando’ade, known as the Mand’alor. It disappeared during the Great Purge.”

Mariana understood. To Din, Gideon owning such a weapon was blasphemy. It was his duty as a Mandalorian to get it away from him … or die trying. “I’d better get back in case Ad’ika wakes up,” she said. “Let Din know I was looking for him when he gets back.”

Skywalker gave her a gentle smile. “I don’t think he meant to exclude you. He’s in warrior mode right now.”

Mariana smiled back. “I know. I’m not much use at fighting, so he doesn’t need me right now. He needs you.”

“He does need you, though. Every warrior needs someone or something to keep him human, to keep him from turning into a heartless killing machine. You and the child are what he’s fighting to protect. You are his light. Don’t forget that.”

***************

Din returned to the ruined village with a heavy load of weaponry. If Skywalker was willing to teach him how to fight against a Jedi weapon, he wanted to practice with as many of his own weapons as possible. He hesitated over where to store them; obviously, he wanted them close at hand but it was out of the question to keep them in the same room as the kid, and even though he was certain he could trust the Jedi, he did not feel comfortable storing the weapons in the larger building. He finally settled on the ruin closest to his own campsite. It had a large hole in the roof, but as long as it didn’t rain heavily, his weapons cache shouldn’t be adversely affected.

As he was stacking the last item in the most protected corner, he felt someone approach. His hand strayed to his blaster, even though he knew it could only be Skywalker or Mariana.

“Good thing it’s me,” said the Jedi. He nodded at Din’s hand, hovering over the holster. “She’s upset enough at you already.”

Din sighed. He did not have time for this. “Is the lightsaber ready?,” he asked.

“Not yet. A few more hours. It’s delicate work.” Skywalker leaned casually against the doorframe. He was not going to let it go.

“Then you should get back to it,” Din said, harshly.

“Nope. I was up all night, if you recall. I think we both need some rest. Moff Gideon will still be there.”

Din scoffed. “And every moment he holds the Darksaber is another moment he desecrates the memory of the people of Mandalore. I don’t need rest; I need something to do.”

“Talk to Mariana,” Skywalker said. “Spend time with your son. Take a nap. Heck, take a walk and look for wildflowers. Anything but dwell on this.” He shook his head. “Anger leads to the Dark Side …”

Din cut him off. “Spare me your Jedi platitudes. I am a Mandalorian. We are warriors, not philosophers.”

Suddenly, Skywalker was in his face, his expression still calm, but with a hint of fire in his eyes. “They aren’t platitudes,” he said quietly. “And the Jedi have always been warriors. I’ve seen what happens to even the best of men when they let themselves be tempted by anger, fear … hate. The Dark Side destroyed my father and every friendship he ever had.”

Din tried to walk past the Jedi, but Skywalker stood firm. “You don’t know who my father is, do you?” he asked.

“I don’t care.”

“You should. My father was Darth Vader.”

That gave Din pause. Vader had been the Emperor’s right hand man. And Skywalker … “You killed your own father.”

“No,” Skywalker said firmly. “Palpatine killed my father. Or rather, Palpatine killed Darth Vader. The man who died in my arms was my father, Anakin Skywalker. He redeemed himself in the end, rather than turn me over to the Emperor.” His gaze searched Din’s visor and for a moment he could have sworn the Jedi was looking directly into his eyes. “Don’t make the mistake my father did. Don’t let your anger consume you. He … he lost his wife, he lost his chance to be a father to me and Leia, he lost so much. Don’t lose your family, Mr. Djarin. Don’t lose your soul.”

He turned and walked away, leaving Din alone in the darkened room.

************

Mariana was feeding Ad’ika some breakfast when she heard a tap at the door. Skywalker poked his head in. “He’s back. I’m going to take a break, catch some sleep.” He stifled a yawn. “Don’t let him bother me for at least three hours. Sit on him if you have to, but keep him out of my hair, okay?”

“I’ll try. No promises, though. He can be a bit stubborn.”

Skywalker laughed. “I’ve noticed that. And Mariana … don’t be too hard on him.”

“No promises, Master Skywalker.”

“My friends call me Luke,” he said with a smile as he disappeared from the doorway.

She finished feeding Ad’ika, taking a few nibbles herself. She didn’t have much appetite today. When she heard footsteps approaching, her stomach fluttered and she regretted eating even that much. Confrontation had never been her strong suit. “Let’s hope Daddy’s in a good mood,” she whispered. Ad’ika nodded solemnly. “Da,” he agreed.

Din stepped inside. “Good morning,” he said flatly.

“Good morning,” she said carefully. “Have you eaten?”

“Not hungry.”

He sat down at the table, pulled out his blaster, and started cleaning it. Mariana shared a look with Ad’ika, took a deep breath, and pulled out the other chair. She reached out and slid the blaster away from him. His helmet tilted up sharply and she braced herself for a rebuke, but he simply said, “What?”

“I should be asking you that. Or rather, you should have told me without me having to ask. But no, you just took off without a word and I had to ask Luke what the hell is going on.” She shook her head and reached out to place a hand on his glove. “I was worried. You can’t just … it’s not just you anymore, Din.”

“I know,” he said quietly, laying his other hand on top of hers, sandwiching her fingers between warm leather. “Skywalker already told me off. I’m sorry.” He sighed. “I have to do this, Mar’ika. Please understand.”

“I do,” she said, biting on her lower lip to keep it from trembling. He’d never used that form of her name before; she knew enough Mando’a to know it was an intimate term of endearment. “I really do. I wouldn’t try to stop you. But I would appreciate being kept in the loop.”

He nodded, squeezing her hand gently. “I promise I won’t do anything without telling you first.”

“That’s all I ask,” she whispered. It was all she would ask of him, but it wasn’t all she wanted.

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The lightsaber felt strange in Din’s hand. He knew how to use a sword — Mandalorians knew how to use just about every weapon ever conceived — but because the blade wasn’t physically there, it felt off. There was no weight to it, so it was impossible to feel the blade. Every other weapon he’d ever used felt like an extension of his hand, of his body, but this … this was different.

“Try to feel the blade,” Skywalker said.

“I can’t. I can see it but I can’t feel it. There’s no balance.”

The Jedi smiled. “Don’t feel the weight of the blade, feel the essence of it.”

Din scoffed. “I’m not a Jedi.”

“You don’t have to be. Everyone can sense the Force to some degree. When someone walks into a room, even though you can’t see them, you know they’re there.”

“Because I hear their footsteps, I sense a change in the light level as they block the doorway, I feel the air currents shift … those are all physical things.”

“But you don’t think about them, you just feel them. The Force exists all around us, within us. Sometimes it manifests in physical ways. Sometimes it doesn’t.”

Din lifted the hilt again. He could see the vibrating pulse of the blue laser in front of him, but it felt no different with the saber switched on than it had when it was off. He moved the blade through the air and heard its hum, but he couldn’t feel it moving through the air. If he had to keep his eye on his weapon every second to keep from chopping off his own toes, it was worse than useless. He was used to using weapons without thinking, as easy as breathing. This was clunky and awkward and …

Skywalker swung his own blade and Din parried automatically. The two beams of light vibrated against each other, shearing sparks into the air. “See,” the Jedi said with a grin. “Don’t think about it. Let the Force guide you.”

He lowered his weapon. Din took a step back, nodding. “Yes. It’s like when I was little, before … before I became a Mandalorian. I had … friends … and we played pretend. We didn’t have swords or blasters, just our imagination.”

Skywalker nodded eagerly. “Exactly! And even though none of you could see the weapons, you knew when they clashed, or when you got a direct hit, or when you missed entirely. You felt it.”

Din took a moment to absorb the lesson. It went against everything he had been taught, but it felt right. It wasn’t just about physics and leverage and strike angles and velocity; it wasn’t about practicing endlessly until muscle memory took over. It was about being aware of everything around him, not narrowing his focus to the task at hand.

“How do you do it?” He asked.

“Do what?”

“Feel so much, all the time.” Din had learned to suppress feelings, to shove them aside until a more convenient time, or to lock them away entirely. Life was easier without distractions.

“What’s the point of living if you don’t feel the life around you?” Skywalker waved his hand around, indicating the landscape around them. They were further down the valley from the village, in a clearing beside the small stream that had carved the valley long ago. Trees and shrubs grew along the water and there were a few bright yellow flowers growing among the grasses. Birds and insects swooped around the meadow. Just a moment ago, it had simply been a convenient spot to spar. Now it was a world unto itself.

“I see your point,” Din conceded. “But how do you keep from being distracted? How do you keep your focus?”

“Choice. Each and every moment, you choose what to focus on. If I need to fight, I focus on my opponent, his weapon, anything in the area that can be used to my advantage or to his. But if I don’t need to fight at that precise moment, I can relax my focus, take in the bigger picture, remember why I’m fighting. And if I’m safe, with friends or allies, I can relax even further and meditate, let the Force itself lead my thoughts.” He laughed. “It’s not always profound, Mr. Djarin. I’ve spent plenty of time daydreaming about what I’m going to do the next time I see my sister, what we’re going to eat, what gift I should bring for Ben, wondering if Han’s gotten a hold of any of that Corellian reserve that we’ve all learned not to ask questions about …”

Din took the not so subtle hint. “You think I’m obsessing about Gideon. You think I should be spending more time with Mariana and Ad’ika. And I’m trying. I am.”

“But …”

“But I need to do this, Skywalker. I can’t explain it. I want to get it over with, finish it one way or the other. I can’t move forward, I can’t go back …”

The Jedi clapped a hand on Din’s armored shoulder. “Be patient. We’ll be able to move forward with a plan soon enough. It’s entirely possible you won’t survive this fight, Din. We do our best but sometimes it’s not enough, sometimes the Dark Side wins. It’s temporary, in the grand scheme of things, but that’s no consolation to those we leave behind. Cherish this moment of peace, my friend. And don’t be afraid to move forward.”

He clipped his lightsaber to his belt and walked away, pausing to pick a flower before he disappeared into the trees.

I liked you better when you were the enemy, Din thought ruefully. He clipped his own lightsaber to his belt and took a moment to soak in the beauty of the meadow. Then he followed the Jedi into the trees, heading back toward his family.

**************

Mariana tried to concentrate on her data pad, but she knew Luke had gotten a message from his sister and she was afraid of what that meant. Din had been sparring with the Jedi for several hours each day, and even though he’d made a point to spend the same amount of time with her and Ad’ika, she knew he was itching to go after Gideon.

Ad’ika was singing a little nonsense song to Froggy in the corner, but he suddenly stopped and pricked his ears toward the door. Mariana put down her pad and swallowed hard.

Din appeared in the doorway and she instantly knew from his posture what he was going to say. “Gideon is on Bardos. I’ll be leaving as soon as I can get the Crest ready.”

She closed her eyes briefly, then looked back up at him. “Okay.” She’d hoped he’d give her more warning that this, but she understood why he wanted to leave immediately.

“The sooner I leave, the sooner I’ll be back,” he said quietly as he crossed the room to sit across from her at the table.

“I know.” Ad’ika toddled over and Din picked him up, cuddling him in his lap.

“I will come back,” Din insisted.

“You don’t know that.” She hated herself for saying it but she couldn’t help it. She wanted to support him so badly, but she was terrified that they were going to lose him.

“True enough,” he admitted. He pulled off his gloves and reached out to take her hand in his, cradling Ad’ika against his chest with the other. “But I still have to go.”

She sighed. “I know. I don’t like it but I know.” She lifted his hand to her lips, pressing a kiss against his wrist, like that very first kiss that seemed simultaneously to have happened only yesterday and a thousand years ago. “Can’t we come with you?”

He shook his head. “It’s too dangerous. If I fail … Gideon can not get his hands on our son. I can’t risk bringing him.”

It was stupid, but she said it anyway. “Then leave him here with Luke. Let me come with you. I know I’m no good in a fight, but … if you fail … at least we’ll have had that much more time together.” She tried to hold back the tears but there were too many.

“Mar’ika,” he said, wiping her tears away with his thumb. “I can’t leave him without the protection of his clan.”

“You’re going to do that anyway,” she retorted. “You’re a clan of two, remember?” It was petty and mean, but she couldn’t help it.

“Clan of three,” he said quietly.

“What?”

He sat Ad’ika down on the ground beside his feet. “We haven’t said the riduurok out loud, but we said it in our hearts long ago, cyar'ika.” He reached up to undo the locks that held his helmet in place. Her heart began to pound. “I think a wife has the right to see her husband’s face,” he went on a bit unsteadily as he pulled the helmet off and placed it carefully on the table.

She couldn’t speak. She knew this face, she’d felt it a thousand times in the dark, knew the shape of his lips, his nose, that mustache that tickled when he kissed her, but stars! To finally see his eyes. To see the emotion that welled in their warm brown depths. She would never have asked for this, never pushed him for this, but it was what she’d hoped and dreamed for.

“I will come home to you,” he said firmly. “I have to do this, for the Mando’ade who saved me, but I promise you, when I am done, my life will have one meaning only: to cherish you, riddur. Aliit ori'shya tal'din.”

Family is more than blood. The words rang in her ears. “I’ll hold you to that promise, riddur,” she whispered, leaning forward to kiss him gently. “And we’re having a proper wedding when you get back. Rings and everything.”

“Whatever you want, cyar’ika,” he murmured against her cheek. He kissed her softly, then pulled away. “But now, I have to go.” He picked up his helmet, but hesitated before putting it back on. She picked up Ad’ika and held him up.

“Kiss Daddy goodbye,” she said. The child leaned forward, touching Din’s face gently. “Buir,” he said. Then he reached out for Mariana’s face. “Buir,” he said again, touching her with his other tiny hand. “Ad,” he said finally, touching himself on the chest.

“That’s right,” she said shakily. “Father. Mother. Son.”

“Aliit,” the child said firmly. Family.

Din crushed them both in a fierce embrace, gave her one last exquisite kiss and slipped his helmet back on. Then he was gone.

Mariana sat down on the bed with Ad’ika. There was so much to say and no words to say it, so she just held him close and stroked his fuzzy ears. He snuggled against her, finally falling asleep. After a while, she heard a tap at the door.

“How are you doing?” Luke asked.

“About as well as you can expect considering my husband just flew off to almost certain death,” she said, trying to lighten the mood.

Luke raised an eyebrow. “Husband?”

“Yeah, apparently we’ve been married for a while. Of course, I can’t complain too much about not being told; I have the feeling he just found out, too.”

“Mandalorian culture is weird,” Luke chuckled. “But seriously, are you okay with this?”

“Yes,” she said. “I am. I’m not happy about it, but I’m okay with it. Don’t worry about me. Worry about him.”

Luke shook his head. “I’m not worried about him. He’s ready for this. I think this may be what he was always meant to do.”

[jamalgripperton46290]

Banging Into You (Bing x Bang)

Jamal Gripperton's Masterlist

A/N (if you haven't already read it go read it now then come back)

A/N: See what I did there? >:) Either way, enjoy little chickadoodles! <3

....

The average day of a storybot was quite the hefty to say the least, but at least most were employed and didn't end up like Jimmy, selling balloons down the road for 5 bucks. Word on the street was that Jimmy had convicted rape and did hard drugs, but storybots were quite the gossips, so that might've been a myth.

But enough about Jimmy, let's talk about answer team 341B. This is their story after all.

"Answer team 341B reporting for duty sir!" Beep beamed with joy, Boop just didn't understand how Beep could be so happy and outgoing with this shit of a job at around 8 in the morning. But oh well, life is life, or some stupid quote like that, I don't know.

I'll just cut to the chase and tell you that it was yet another mission to find out "Why do I have to wear my seatbelt?". And GOD, these kids came up with the most random ass questions, but it was their job to find out, so out they went in search of why people had to put on their seatbelts to ride a goddamn car.

And so, they eventually found out, and arrived, and told Hap, and Hap replied with the same "That's actually pretty good", and they told the child whose name was Maddie? Addie? no one really cared, and she ended the call with a "Thanks storybots! You guys are the best!", and Hap eventually snapped and said "Enough dilly-dallying storybots, get back to work!" or something along those lines, the usual.

And after what seemed like a never-ending day at work, they were all on their way home in the gloomy darkness of the night.

"Dude, I swear these questions are getting more useless by the minute" Bing sighed, looking up at the starry night sky with the hopes of having his dream life one day, but with the way things were looking up right now, that was FAR from happening (At least that's what he thought)

"Well, at least we have a job Bing, let's not be too harsh on ourselves here" Bo replied patting the short, yellow midget on the shoulder.

"I'm with Bo here, stop being so uptight Bing, you just gotta love life! Because what's there not to love?" Beep exclaimed, being annoying as hell, and Bing just wasn't having it today.

Bing just mumbled a soft "Whatever" and let this one slide, because he cared for his friends at least, especially one tall, blue hunko who would run around in his mind all day, rent-free. But he obviously kept that one fact to himself, or else Bo and Beep would never shut up about it.

"Either wayyy... I sure do miss Bang, why didn't he come to work today?" Bing asked, obviously worried about his big-dicked, blue, handsome boo.

"Oh yeah, he called me today saying he wasn't feeling well, and MIRACULOUSLY Hap let him take the day off" Beep replied.

"Poor little Bang" Bo said with a pout across her purple robot face.

"I guess I can visit him tomorrow, I think I have a day off" Bing responded, already happy at just the thought of his big-dicked bae.

"You're lucky you get days off on Sundays Bing, I have to wait till Thursday, ugh, I guess that's one thing I don't love about life" Beep sighed.

"See? Now you're getting it!" Bing chuckled, nudging Beep on the shoulder.

"Whatever Mr. Emo pants, see you at work. And keep me posted on Bang tomorrow alright?" Beep requested, standing right outside Bing's doorstep.

"Will do" Bing replied. "Bye guys"

"Bye Bing"

"See you later alligator!"

"Boop"

Bing closed the door behind him and simply smiled to himself at the thought of Bang.

He didn't exactly know how or when his 'thing' with Bang started, he figured he just decided to like him one day. But no, it was way more than just that...

(Buckle up for some cheesy shit cuz it's a critical part of the story, character development amirite?)

Bing just didn't like Bang, he LOVED him, he loved his smile, his passion for the things he loved, the way he always managed to add the words "Dude" or "Man" in every sentence, Bing found it effortlessly cute, his carefree way of being, his eyes, the way he was so caring, how he was always so chill with just being himself, the way he bit his blue, robot lips when he thought hard of something, the way he fiddled with his fingers when he was nervous, his voice. And to put it all simply, he was obsessed with him, longing him at every morning and second of the day.

Bing went to sleep, hugging his pillow, in his pyjamas, and the thought of Bang at the back of his head.

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Bing woke up rather tired, but with the motivation of a certain someone (I'll let u guess dat one). He had a day off, so all went pretty chill from then on, until he decided it was an appropriate time to check up on Bang.

The hour 5:00 struck the clock, and Bing began to get ready, making sure his robot skin was clean, making sure his wiring was organized, and spritzing a dash of his special cologne used for only special occasions, he always made sure to wear it around Bang, because every moment with him was always a special occasion UwU (Someone has to cut down on the cheese, I'm sorry)

Bing, being the soppy romantic he was, got Bang some Starbucks, some flowers, and a fruit salad (Cuz ya gotta be healthy when ur sick, and also idk what to fill in dat last part). He thought the flowers were a bit overkill, but he just went with it because he was a cringey and cheesy romantic.

He had to be lying if he said he wasn't scared out of his robot brainz, but priorities first, and his priority right now, was to spend some much-needed quality time with Bang. As he made his way to Bang's doorstep, his heart was about to pop right out of his chest and fly out to heaven, because GOOD LORD, he was going to see BANG right now, the Bang himself.

And God, the ways Bang made him feel. He eventually got the remaining courage to touch that damn doorbell and wait, hoping for the best, the best being - Bang opening that door.

After what seemed like an eternity, a tall, blue, and dare I say handsome figure appeared on the opposite side of the door.

"Uhhh... Bing? What are you doing here?" Bang croaked, with the lingering raspy tone of a sore throat.

"U-umm, hey Bang, I-I heard you were sick so I got kinda worried and decided to check up on you... A-and I'm sorry It's such short notice, B-but I thought I'd just walk by and g-get you something, I d-don't mean to barge in like this, ugh, I-I should've texted beforehand. I-I'm sorry" Bing babbled like an autistic baby with ADHD.

"Dude, relax, it's okay man. Like, come right in" Bang reassured Bing.

"T-thank you..." Bing stepped inside.

"What can I get ya amigo? Water, juice, vodka?" Bang asked, with slight emphasis on the vodka.

"Oh no, that's not necessary, I came here to check up on YOU mister" Bing replied with a cheeky smile.

Bang tried to look away to hide the blush forming across his blue robot cheeks, "O-oh thanks..."

"How about some Netflix and chill?" Bang asked, not realizing the deep meaning behind the words he had just let out of his mouth (iykyk)

Bang was dumbfounded, but decided to play the innocent cards, with a soft "Sure!"

They eventually made their way to Bang's room which had some random tissues scattered all across the floor, but Bing didn't quite notice, as he was distracted by the gorgeous, blue hunka-chunka in front of him.

As they made their way to Bang's bed, Bang decided to break the dreaded silence with a "What do you wanna watch?"

"Oh, anything's fine really" Bing stated. The two settled on some random rom-com they stumbled upon. How romantic.

As the movie started, Bing, being the cheesy ass bitch he was, tried his absolute best not to stare at the tall, blue figure beside him, and he soon found out that the task was quite complicated, almost impossible. Who couldn't just gawk at this glorious, other-worldly, extraordinary, godly, beautiful, wonderful being all day? Definitely not Bing of course.

Midway through the movie, which was actually quite boring to say the least, Bing jolted at the feeling of Bang's godly head resting on his supa-dupa robot shoulder.

"Bang... are you asleep?" Bing whispered, but received no response in return. Bang was in fact sleeping.

Bing silently chuckled and smiled at his blue bae.

"God, you're so cute" Bing confessed, not aware that Bang wasn't fully asleep just yet. And oh welp, shit's about to go down (or up for that matter, iykyk)

"You really think so?" Bang spouted.

"WHAT?! I T-THOUGHT YOU WERE SLEEPING, FUCK I'M SORRY, I-I DIDN'T MEAN IT-" Bang practically screeched.

"So you don't think I'm cute?" Bang innocently asked, secretly joking around. And oh, how he loved making Bing nervous.

"N-no, of course you are, I mean no, but like not in that way y'know? No homo haha..."

"Well that's a shame, because I think you're quite the hottie Bing, and that's saying the least. You're a goddamn hunko with an astronomical man schlong" Bang said casually, maintaining eye contact with the short, yellow "Hunko with an astronomical man schlong"

"Y-you're joking..." Bing said in denial.

"Will this answer your question?" Bang then proceeded to JUMP on top of Bing, wrapping his tiny yet thick robot thighs around Bing's fragile waist, and headbutted his lips onto Bing's with no warning whatsoever. And holy black jesus, turns out Bang did indeed like Bing! Hooray!

Their tongues glided and twirled in a beautiful rhythm and pattern together, Bang went the extra mile by practically shoving his twirlay girlay tongue DEEP into Bing's tiny robot throat, earning himself a half moan-half gag kind of sound. Spicy (?)

After making out for about 20 minutes, Bing and Bang's lips were swollen af. "I'm rock fuckin hard lil chickadee, wanna help me out here?" Bang asked. Bing went WILD he wrapped around Bang's schlong as he sucked and stroked him repeatedly getting moans and whines out of him.

Bing, not wanting to disappoint, simply sucked and stroked harder having no mercy. "Fuck lil dude, how are you so good at this" Bang whined. Finally, after a while Bang came in Bing's mouth, Bing being Bing, swallowed it. Bang flipped them over and SLAMMED into Bing pounding into him mercilessly.

Bang cried out unable to contain the immeasurable amount of pleasure he was feeling, it was other-worldly. Multiple rounds of Bang going absolutely ballistic on him shoving in and out with all his might and energy as he bit and sucked on Bing's thighs leaving hickeys and bite marks everywhere.

Soon enough Bang released his secret sauce inside of Bing as they both gasped for air. "I thought you were more laid-back Bang, not that I'm complaining, but wow- that was a surprise" Bing said breathlessly. "Well, it's my turn now" Bing spoke, and a split second later, positioning himself on top of Bang and lemme tell ya, all of Bing's hyper-ness was unleashed.

Bing was grinding on Bang as he let out groans and laid his head against the bed, letting Bing do all the work, and boy did he do a good job. The 20 minutes soon turned into hours of restless grinding, pounding, sucking, licking, kissing, and basically anything you could think of when it came to bed yoga.

Bing grabbed Bang's waist as he hopped up and down his disco stick, already panting. Bing cried out as tears pooled in his eyes, he was on cloud nine there was no place better than this.

Soon enough their bodies, the bed, and everywhere else was covered in CREAM. "Wow that was-" Bing started "Absolutely amazing lil dude" Bang finished for him as they cuddled up on the bed and finished their movie as the sun rose above the clouds.

Bing then decided he wanted to make this moment memorable and...

Picturesque, per say.

He ended things off with leaving a trail of sloppy, wet kisses along Bang's neck and sharp robot jawline, which he went absolutely crazy for, cuz GOD, Bing had never seen someone so godly with a godly jawline and a godly smorgasbord chode-a-licious dick.

And after all that, it still felt somehow surreal, and curiosity eventually got to him and made him start wondering, when did this all start? When did Bang catch feelings for such a tiny, yellow midget? How did he catch feelings?

"When did you find out you had feelings for me?" Bing asked his new fuckbuddy and potential future husband.

"Oh, long ago if I'm being honest little chickadee, long ago" Bang replied with a smile.

"Oh, b-but why me? Why did you choose me out of everyone you could ever have and have had? I'm really not that special..." Bing blurted.

This is the part where the character is in denial and everything is all soppy and shit even though they JUST FUCKED for like 2 hours straight, but the soppy, cringe ass character is all uwu and senpai and just doesn't want to believe it bcuz they're a little shit that don't know how to be grateful. And honestly, I personally hate those parts of stories cuz it usually just messes shit up and then the other character is just like, "Oh no, I guess I'll leave dem alone cuz it looks like dey don't like me :(", but I'm bored and character development exists and also I gotta add more content for this scrumptalicious book so you're welcome bitch (: <3

"S-so you're saying you didn't want for this to happen?" Bang asked, hurt by the way it had sounded to him, shards of glass shooting as his heavy heart (#poeticasf)

"N-no, it's just like... I think you deserve better, I'm not good enough for you-" Bing was interrupted by a pair of blue robot lips caressing his, and a feeling of unconditional passion and love arise in his body and Bang's.

"Listen little dude, I don't know what exactly you mean by that, but I..."

"I love you Bing, b-but if you don't feel the same way, I understand, and I'm not gonna force you to do something you don't want to" Bang sighed, trying to avoid all eye contact with Bing and fiddling with his fingers, a thing Bing went CRAZY for.

"I love you too Bang. I-It's not that I don't- It's just, ugh. I'm just horrible with words, but I do want this to happen and I do see our lives together, and I do see us having a home, a life, kids..." Bing blushed.

"Well, we can get started on that last one right now if you want..." Bang said, giving Bing a wink (;

And in all honesty, round two didn't sound so bad right about now...

And so they did, they fucked, licked, penetrated, smashed, screamed, creamed, panted, moaned, sucked, used their dongs, schlongs, sticks, dicks, chodes, loads, the whole deal.

And Bang did indeed give Bing something in return.

Potential herpes, and the cold he once had.

....

A/N

Whatup chickadees, (Beezy B here) I wrote this one mostly by myself, Jamal helped greatly with the smut part, but other than that, I randomly came up with this weird, random daydream I had while eating noodles. Stay tuned for future issues/updates chickadoodles :) Always look both ways before you cross the street and never eat yellow snow <3

-BeezyBee and Jamal Gripperton <3

[tobythesudriantram]

sharting with fingle and mriends: shart (A.K.A. my excuse to make a shitpost) [CW: Quite a bit of swearing, death, dark humor and random sex jokes.]

*mingle wakes up at 6:09 AM on a thursday night on the 26th of January 2023 in the Pirate's Den RV Resort and Marina in the state of Colorado, United States... A.K.A. fancy people talk for "her house" and walks downstairs (even though she lives in a one-floor house i'm pretty sure) to go talk to her friends dingle and donk.*

mingle: hey guys its me mingle i just sharted in my pants

donk: shut the fuck up im listening to crazy frog

*mingle puts on some nerd glasses* mingle: uhhmhmh actually crazy frog isnt the name of the song its the name of the band 🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓

donk: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *fucking explodes*

dingle: mingle i want to go outside to play with boyfriend but im dummy thicc so my fat ass and thighs get stuck in the doorway!!1!1

mingle: just fucking jump out the window lol its not going to hurt you

dingle: oh yay!!!! *he proceeds to jump out the window only to smash his head against the concrete and get concussed lol*

*mingle walks outside* mingle: holy crap lois dingle is fucking dead i think

*boyfriend appears* bf: beep bap bo boo bpe shart

mingle: hey boyfriend!11!1!!

bf: i just fukcing sharted

mingle: SAME BESTIE!!!1!1!1!

bf: beep bop boop hey you wanna fuck in the back of a hot topic or smth lol

mingle: ayyyyy yes!1!1!

eduardo: well well well

mingle: holy shit its eduardo from fnf!!1!!1

eduardo: bitch im from edwuud the fuck are you talkin bout

mingle: stfu you are from fnf now

eduardo: ok

bf: beep bop boop i found a gun *shoots eduardo*

eduardo: ACK BITCH YOU JUST FUCKING KILLED ME ack am dying...... tell jon..... his ass is flat....... *dies*

mingle: rip eduardo

bf: anyway uhhhh beep boop skdoop beep lets go have sex in the hot topic now lol

mingle: ok lol

dingle: GUYS I AM ALIVE AGAIN!!!!!

donk: i am too because yes

mingle: ayyyy guys your alive again!

dingle: you're*

mingle: dingle shut the fuck up

donk: lets go have a orgy at the back of the hot topic

dingle: and lets also go make crack

mingle: yes

bf: beep boop shart

azerbaijani spongebob:

Credits:

@friendlyfox34 - The OG Mingle and Friends (I'm sorry for this).

Edd Gould / The Eddsworld Crew - Eduardo.

JerryWannaRat/The Basement Show Team - The WB Splatter Tom sprite in the title card.

And, unfortunately, me - Bringing this nightmare into a reality.

(I'm genuinely sorry for this nightmare... But at the same time i'm sorta not lol).

[myers-meadow]

Ambrose summer vacation: Vincent x OC x Bo

Title: The Ambrose Summer Vacation

Ao3 link Chapter 2 here. Chapter 3 here.

Summary: On vacation in southern Louisiana, a friend is seduced by a handsome southern man to visit his museum in a small town called Ambrose. The vacation lasts longer than intended. During her stay, Katyusha tries her best to get a hold of the Sinclair brothers, to understand what is going on, and perhaps to claw her way to freedom. Their receptiveness to her soon causes a complicated predicament and her struggles grow as she gets in over her head.

Contents: Vincent x OC and Bo x OC. OC is female, named, but has otherwise little specified backstory. Slower burn than my usual stuff, and it is dark. It is a poly fic, but no threesomes and the brothers aren't involved with each other.

Warnings: Kidnapping, canon-typical violence.

Wordcount: 1283 words.

Divider by @/firefly-graphics

Ambrose was never on the list of places to visit that summer, yet it is where we eventually went. The wind was warm that day, and it was almost unbearable in Johanna’s car with the broken AC. We made fans out of magazine paper to have at least a bit of breeze. Visiting a small town’s wax museum had seemed stupid and frivolous even then, but Maxim had decided on going. Nico and I were not big fans, but what could it hurt? It was after a handsome man gave Maxim the tip and the directions, and we all knew how Maxim could not resist that southern accent…

When the murders started, I was asleep in a bedroom at the old Sinclair house. Stupidly, stupidly asleep. A migraine had made it impossible to be in the sun any longer, and the handsome man had offered to walk me to his home, so I could lay down for a bit. Maxim went with me, becoming the first to be caught in their grasp.

After waking up, taking another dose of all possible painkillers I had on me and drinking a good glass of water, I felt better. In my hazy, romantic mood, I was touched by the kindness the stranger had provided us. Southern hospitality. I found the kitchen, with a plan taking form.

To bake something sweet, sand cookies; the way I made them when I was little. And to leave some cash for the ingredients, which were only flour, sugar, milk, cinnamon. I shaped them with a chipped beer glass and pressed the edges with a fork.

A voice sounded from another room deeper in the house, Bo’s. Something was up. My movements halted, but then the cooking alarm beeped, and I was spurred into action. Shut off the alarm, finding oven mitts.

“I told you to take care of her,” Bo said, deep, almost hushed but much too loud. Something mean to his tone. Getting closer. “Well, if she’s not asleep, where is she? Should’ve been too easy. Just surprise ‘em like you always do, what do you mean you don’t-”

Pushing the oven door open, I squatted and quickly took out the baking tray. Plating the cookies I put so much love and gratitude into, hissing at the heat of them.

And when I turned around, plate in hand, I came face to face with Bo. Next to him stood a masked man with long, black hair. The energy in the kitchen had shifted. In every way, the men demanded attention, intimidating me with their broad shoulders and tall postures. The table in between us provided little sense of safety, as the men blocked any possible exit.

“There she is,” Bo smirked, the smirk that had caused us to come here in the first place. I cursed his face inwardly. “And what have you been up to, darlin’?”

With eyes like that of a deer caught in the headlights, oven mitts still on, I wondered if this would be the end. “I-“ Voice croaked. “I baked cookies, as a thank-you for being so kind. Were you… looking for me? Where’s Maxim?”

I held the plate out to both men, neither made a move to take one, so I put the plate down on the table, threw the mitts on the counter. They shared a look. The masked one signed something, the other one shook his head. I wiped my hands on my skirt, fisting the material to ground myself.

Bo shifted his attention to me. “Change of plans, sweets. It seems Vincent has taken a liking to you, so there’s a few options.”

“Oh, I don’t like the sound of that,” I mumbled, then raising my eyebrows to let them know how to continue. Vincent signed something, looking at me. “I’m sorry, I don’t speak American Sign Language. Can you perhaps write it down?”

With fast scribbles, he did so. ‘I would like to draw you’, was all it said as he held up the small sketchbook. I leaned forward, hands on the table, to read it.

“Alright, that should be possible, certainly,” I said slowly, still unsure. A glance at Bo unsettled me even more. “But what was that before, what-“

Bo answered, smirk growing wider. “Perhaps you’ll find out soon enough. Now, off you go, Vince’s workshop is in the basement.”

Basement? That did not bode well. Vincent grabbed my arm before I could protest, and without thinking, I grabbed a few cookies - determined to enjoy my last moments on earth - and followed him. His grip was strong enough to bruise.

The workplace was dark, lit only by candles. Shadows flickered over the walls. There was a bed in the corner, on it laid a dog. She perked up her eyes when she spotted her master.

There was a wooden table in the middle of the room, with all sorts of stains, and workbenches against two of the walls. The man let go of my arm, pinning me in place with a stare instead. He sat down on the stool by the workbenches and pushed his hair behind his shoulder. He found a pencil, larger papers. I set the cookies down on the edge of the table, instinctively wiping the crumbs off. Vincent gestured to the bench, assuming I needed to sit down, I hopped on it, dangling my legs. With anxious eyes I followed his every move.

He studied me. Endlessly, before putting pencil to paper. Attempting bravery, I met his gaze. Quickly I grew used to the white mask and its expressionless face, framed by the long hair. Suddenly he stood, putting paper down and his hands were on me again. Positioning me. Close enough so I could feel his overbearing warmth, his masculine smell. He made me pull up my legs into a tailer’s sit, to lean back and look away from him. Somewhere to the right of the basement. His hands lingered as he positioned my chin. He pulled away, sat down again.

With a glance at him, I asked: “Can I talk still?”

Only a nod. He started sketching.

“The dog, what’s her name?”

On the top of the paper, he wrote ‘Jonesy’, before bending over the paper again.

“Thanks. She looks very sweet.”

Silence. Just pencil on paper. My throat felt dry. After this… What then? ‘Surprise ‘em like you always do’, as Bo had said?

“Is your back okay like that? Wouldn’t it be better to rest the paper on the table?” I asked, scratching my head, then resuming position again. He barely looked up, but did adjust his posture.

It didn’t take long for anxiety to make me visibly restless. I wonder how many people he has drawn, whether he was used to such a jittery subject. Standing up once more, he stood in front of me. Towering over me despite the height of the table. One of his eyes was dark, as if it wasn’t there, hidden deep behind the mask. Warm hands kneaded my biceps, made me feel caged. Then up, to the back of the neck, the other hand on my shoulder. My hair, pushing fingers into my scalp. I bit my lip. What is he doing?

A scream sounded in the distance. I jolted, although that caused me to lean into Vincent’s grasp, bumped my knees against his hips. More screams, different ones.

“Johanna!” I gasped, then pressed my hand over my mouth. With a last look to me, Vincent stepped away. I pushed myself off of the bench, looking towards the hallway behind me. How long was that corridor? Overcome by panic, I ran. A hard hit to the head ended that quickly.

[unknown-fairy]

springtrap and deliah X fem reader

ρυяρℓє fiяє~

reader pov:

*beep beep beep beep*

*click*

«8 am already?» I said then got off the bed walked to the bathroom, I looked at myself at the mirror after washing it and brushed my teeth «looking good hoti~» I said to myself then giggled

welp I'm (y/n) Edwards a Psychiatry student who is 22 years old living at my own near my College but since I'll take this year an off because of my heart surgery I'll move to my big brother's house nick and his daughter deliah gosh I missed them so much!

now I'm ready to go~ I took my travel bag with backpack going to the airport

_-_-_-_in another place-_-_-_-

nick's pov:

what am I going to do??? what am I going to do!? I thinked nervously while geting ready to work «dad you oki» deliah asked I sighed then answered «(y/n) is coming tonight..» «REALLY!? AUNT (Y/N)!? THATS GOOD.. but whay do you seem very nervous??»

«of course its because of-» then I cut of by springtrap «morning! you guys are awake early?» «oh.. umm I dont think auntie will maind springtrap!» deliah said «who?» springtrap asked surprised «my sister...» I replied

springtrap started making pancakes «well thats seems nice..» springtrap said with uncomfortable voice I turned to deliah and wispred «I'm going to the work I'll try not to be late but.. deliah be cearfull and call me if anything happened» «dad don't worry no need to make a fuzz over nothing!»

I said nothing then leaved if its not for deliah Springtrap wont be here.. I dont trust him

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꧁꧁꧁꧁Τiмє sĸiρ꧂꧂꧂꧂

(y/и) ρσv:

*knock knock knock *

«nick? are ya home??» I asked

*door open*

«AUNTIE» deliah said with happy tone «deliah you grow up!» I said then giggled while Hugging her «I missed you!» «same little teen gurl hehehe,...... welp hi big furry bunny?» I said confused «wait.. springtrap I told you to wait at the kitchen!» «we was about to meet sooner or later» the big bunny said

«yes but my auntie has heart problems what if she had an heart attack??» deliah said then springtrap put his ears down sadly «sorry..» «deliah its fine your aunt still strong is she was» I said and extended my hand to springtrap «hello there I'm (y/n)!» then he took my hand and shake it «hi.. my name is springtrap deliah's best friend»

I tested springtrap's Reactions and he seems not happy about me but I ignore it and intred the house «is nick at work??» I asked and deliah noded «I'll show ya your room auntie!» deliah said then took my hand leading me

«dont you guys have only two bedrooms?» I asked «yupp but you will share me mine!» «thats cool we are going to have fun haha» I said

springtrap pov:

cool now she is going to make deliah busy and she will forget about me! I dont like this.. I have to make a plan... but after cooking the spaghetti.

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hello all! hope ya enjoyed my fan story for springtrap and deliah comic by GraWolfQuinn on Deviantart.

cнαρτєя 2:

[shroomish-art]

Miscellaneous Stanley Parable Headcannons

Narrator hates math and is more of an artsy/writing nerd. He is not bad at math by any means, but he is not interested in it. He calls it ‘humanity’s futile attempt to categorise the universe’.

Stanley is a non-verbal Autistic. He uses sign language but is usually happy with Narrator speaking for him. Even though he doesn’t get it right when going with the story, he gets what Stanley is really trying to say.

The Curator and Narrator have a sibling dynamic with The Curator being slightly older. She thinks that Narrator is a whiny child. Narrator thinks she is uptight (but desperately craves her validation)

Stanley’s full name is Stanley ‘Parable’ Walker.

If the Narrator ever watched The Good Place or Inside by Bo Burnham he would cry

Narrator likes watching Sorting Algorithms despite not knowing the coding behind them. He just likes the organisation and beep boops

Stanley sometimes gets up and starts dancing on desks, to music only he can hear. Usually ABBA or Queen

The Infinite Hole is actually a pocket dimension. Narrator accidentally created this by spilling coffee on the fabric of reality.

To make sure that his human doesn’t starve. Narrator gives Stanley some chicken nuggets every now and then. This conclusion was reached after much trial and error.

This isn’t a headcannon, I just think that Narrator pogging would be funny as fuck

Whenever Narrator watches a movie, he gets really invested. He thinks that what is happening is real and gets upset super easily.

[gailytine]

FNF Family AU/Headcanons!

Quick reminder: I do NOT consider the monika mod as “canon”. Not all of the mods are automatically canon in friday night funkin just because, you know, its a mod!

I am stating this because some people say “they are not siblings because senpai called monika ‘a hot chick’”. Which it is completely understandable! You do you bro. Just don’t ruin the fun for the others who likes to headcanon them as siblings or friends!

This also applies vice versa! If they want to ship them, sure! Let them be. That being said, this AU will bend some of the rules of canon and is completely self indulgent.

Strawberry blondes!

the epitome of “you can’t sit with us”

Do Not Separate Them At All Cost™️

hopeless romantics

every saturday they go shopping together and drink at starbucks while gossiping about their classmates

they all ordered a grande pink drink

they are all binary

Monika

hehe oldy

“nobody can mess with them except me!”

she is the class president, also the president of a club, and is always the top of the class

actually the most long tempered among the three

in college taking up creative writing

really good at coding, for evil purposes

she’s only genuinely kind to the younger two!

does giffany, senpai, and her own hairdo

have a crush on miku

lowkey tired of senpai’s pettiness

“horrible job everyone”

tries to stop senpai’s bullshit

GIFfany

Middle Child Syndrome

ask about how her name is pronounced correctly and she’ll pronounced you dead

to senpai, “a twink with homophobia in his eyes 😻”

she’s always get compared to Monika but she never lash out on her. She actually looks up to her!

dyed her hair pink with matching pink eye contacts

her actual hair color is strawberry blonde like Monika and Senpai and her actual eye color is blue

really loves pink

wishes to be a star idol!

ironically uses cat emojis

probably has a squirrel fursona hidden in her sketchbook idk

goes to claire’s

encourages senpai’s bullshit

Senpai

don’t hurt him! he’s just baby!

possessed by a demon

“you know what? Fuck you” unballs your cock*

is a bit meaner and vulgar than the two

dont fuck with him, he has simps on his side

Monika and GIFfany refuses to call him senpai so they just call him “Sen”

heterochromia! one is green and one is blue

wears fake ear piercing at home

always get baby talked by the older two

very cheesy and romantic, likes to mimic the people in romcoms

potential theater kid

causes bullshit

Bluberry heads

always chants “Mcdonalds” every time they are on the backseat of the car

has a band and it only has a guitarist and two singers

musically inclined

usually very busy so every time they are able to get together, they make the most of it!

they are all bi as well

Miku

“Mikudayo :)”

VERY intimidating

cause you know?? everybody knows her! everybody loves her!

the oldest

is taking a rest from concerts and is spending time with her lil buddies!

childhood friends with Monika

likes to style Sally and BF’s hair!

The Hypewoman

teaches the lil dudes some music stuff!

Sally

“Excuse me, they asked with no pickles”

GNC AS FUCK

Larry is still his step-bro

the least popular of the two but he’s genuinely fine with it

The Translator

is really into supernatural stuff

uses “:|” as an emoticon for. every. emotion.

something funny? XD is old :| is better. genuinely happy? fuck smiley faces its :| now

goes to hot topic

Boyfriend

“beep boop skeed bo bop bep bo”

only speaks english with the people he is comfortable with!

has an energy of a toddler with sugar rush

hehe manlet goes brrrrrr

The Quiet Kid

when he noticed that he’s getting popular, he choose to stay a bit anonymous

he decided to not to use his real name in public

this led to his many nicknames and many debates about his name