#hopefully this bot is good. boy oh boy

[bruhstation]

found a gordon chatbot. pray for me bruhstationers I need my rizz to work on him

[aliesbienish]

Love at first swipe

Benedict Bridgerton x fem reader. Modern Au.

Warnings: Cheesy AF. Innuendos.

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Cute smile. Check.

Kind eyes. Check.

Well written profile with no misogynistic undertones. Double check.

This guy must be to good to be true. Definitely a bot. Or married and cheating on his poor wife. Plus what girl hasn’t been screwed over by a ‘Ben’, maybe he’ll be yours.

Still against better judgement you swiped right on Mr. cute smile, and then called it a day. Closing tinder and setting down your phone, reluctantly getting up to make yourself dinner. Honestly having a partner to share the cooking load was just as appealing as the romance at this point.

Basic spaghetti made and glass of wine in hand you plopped back onto the couch to continue your next rerun of pride and prejudice, the tv show of course. At least you could always day dream of life with Mr Darcy, and if he was always looking like he just emerged from the lake then so be it.

Grabbing your phone to enter into some simultaneous mindless scrolling you saw a notification from Tinder pop up. Oh boy a new match. Maybe you needed more wine.

Of course you couldn’t help being intrigued, so you opened it up to see a new message from the definite robot himself.

Ben: Good evening [y/n], to what do I owe this pleasure?

You: Bit early to determine I’ll be a pleasure isn’t it?

I’m actually only here because I am convinced you are a bot and honestly chatting with a bot is almost guaranteed to be more exciting than chatting with a man.

Ben: I’m nothing if not optimistic. I promise I am not a bot. And before you say it; I know that it’s exactly what a bot would say but it’s also exactly what a human would say.

You: Touché. Alright Ben, prove it.

Ben: Do you interrogate all your matches or am I special?

You: You’re special. But don’t get sappy about it, I’m just suspicious that your profile doesn’t have a photo of you fishing or in front of a car.

Through many years of observation I’ve hypothesised that each human man must show one or the other.

Ben: And have you hypothesised why that may be?

You: It’s almost certainly something to do with their hunting and gathering skills. That or compensation.

Ben: And how was this concluded?

You: Well fishing is obviously a modern (and frankly boring) man’s hunting and gathering.Least amount of work and blood involved. These men want to prove they can provide, but will likely never actually do the real hunting and gathering ie. Grocery shopping.

Ben: Science seems sound. And cars?

You: Well that’s obvious. The bigger and shinier the car the smaller the 🍆.

Ben: I quite agree…but that might be because I own a mud covered beetle.

You: Haven’t you heard it’s best to keep expectations low?

Ben: And risk losing out? No thank you.

You: If you’re real, which the jury is still out, I’m sure that’s not an issue.

Ben: Still? I’m flattered. And while it may not be an issue let’s say why would I settle for bronze when I can have gold?

FYI that’s me saying I think you’re gold

You: thanks for the clarification. You’re really into calling this early aren’t you? 10 minutes and you’re obsessed.

Ben: It’s actually been about thirty minutes if you count when I first came across your profile and haven’t stopped thinking about you since.

You: That is either incredibly honest or an amazing line.

Ben: Oh it’s both. But first and only time I’ll use it, cross my heart.

You: So what next?

Ben: Coffee, tomorrow hopefully if that’s not too soon?

You: Tomorrows great. Meet in the city? Say Leicester Square at 11am?

Ben: Done. I look forward to it.

You: You’d better be real or I’ll hurt you.

You were standing in the square outside of the cinema, your agreed meeting place. Despite the anxiety in you wanting to call the date off you’d made it. It was likely a good thing you only had 24 hours or so to think about it. Ben had been funny and endearing and so damn sure he wanted to meet you. He seemed so lovely that it defied belief, but you were willing to suspend reality.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, and you spun around to come face to face with Ben. In the flesh, as handsome or in fact even more so than his profile photos.

You meet his eyes and suddenly you felt lost in them.

“Hi,” You muttered, a goofy smile plastering your face. “I’m [y/n]”.

“Hi back. My real names Benedict. But Ben is fine. Long story. It’s lovely to meet you properly.”

“Thank god we’re both real,” you laughed.

“To be honest I never had any doubt. When you know you know.”

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Maybe I’m just trying to manifest my own luck on the dating apps 🤷🏻‍♀️

[lenniexprime]

Okay sure! Think we can get an earthspark megatron x human!reader who has insomnia? It can be gn, your choice. He's not familiar with this kind of disorder and tries to help. 😁😗

I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS I LOVE THISSSS

I did some research on insomnia so hopefully, it's somewhat accurate. thank you so so much for this request! - King

mentions of anxiety, depression, not being able to sleep, etc. This can be seen as platonic or interpreted as being lovers, it's up to you!

ES!Megatron x Human!Insomniac!Reader

You have the worst relationship with sleep. It shows. You barely ever sleep and if you do, you're constantly being woken up by something, yet nothing. It was draining, and mentally painful, mentally painful where it affected you physically. You always had pain in your hands, and in your shoulders, sulking as you walked sometimes. Your eyes gave it away, the dark round areas underneath them as you would blink slowly. You felt horrible. Almost always. You realized you weren't the only person bothered and frustrated about your "little" issue.

Megs was just as concerned for you as you were for yourself. Primus, now he thinks about it. do you ever worry about yourself?

That's really beside the point now. Sure, he's experienced sleepless nights, but it gets to a point. His sleepless nights were just short-term. These nights, oh Primus, these nights you have are nothing like he's ever seen. You're beyond a point where he thought no such thing as a human should be. To you, sleeping seems too much like a chore, or something that must be done. You're fighting to even stay asleep, using tea, trying self-care, everything. You can't help it, he knows that. You've tried everything. Maybe everything.

He has not seen such a disorder in his lifetime, nothing like it. Where there's so much on your mind, distractions cause you to stay awake. During the day you're so groggy and fatigued.

He sees you're always stressed about something. It's always something. He's kinda pissed that you're always stressing, but, again, he has to remember you're just a human who barely understands yourself.

Every time he sees you, he crosses his arms, in worry and in frustration. It's causing you to be snappy, to be unhappy. He tries not to get mad or upset at you. At least that's what the Maltos and Optimus are saying to him. He thinks Optimus doesn't understand your issue just as much as he doesn't. That's really also besides everything though.

He really wants to help, he just doesn't bring himself to understand your case. It's like you need sleep, yet you dread when it is time to go to sleep. It really sucks though. When you do go to sleep, it's not good sleep. You're always lacking some kind of quality.

He does his own research on the topic and boy does it make him unhappy. He's stuck on the fact that eventually, Insomnia could cause things like cardiac problems and more anxiety. As if you don't already have enough of that.

He puts the task on himself to help you get better sleep, and to be a little more lenient when it comes to night. He mentions it to Dorothy. She thinks it's great. She knows you love Megs and she knows he loves you just as much. (Can be platonic can be a relationship it's up to you to decide.) She gives him more ideas that he can use to help you try to get some sleep. She hates seeing you suffer. She appreciates Megs for doing this. "You got a heart, Megs," She says, smiling.

blah blah blah, more nonsense.

As the night crept on you, you started to become more and more irritable and anxious. Not even you knew why.

Megatron had come to find you.

"Y/N, I think you should wind down and head to bed, it could help with your sleep."

You look at the bot, restless and pitiful.

"I wish it was that easy.."

"It could be, it just takes time. don't you actually want to appreciate sleep again?" He sighs, "Look at you, it's eating you alive mentally, pouring onto your physical health," he says, observing your face. "You gotta find something to help."

"C'mon, I'll sit with you while you go to bed," he continues. "Stop being difficult, everyone's concerned for you, including myself. This has got to stop...or at least be reduced. I know you don't love this feeling."

As you get ready for bed, Megs activates his mass displacement form. He watches you sigh as you pull the comforter on yourself.

He just sits there, hoping that you'll fall asleep and stay asleep.

It's quiet. Really quiet. He realizes anxiety isn't the only thing causing you to not fall asleep. He sees you're easily distracted. You'd just look around, look at him, into space, anywhere.

"Maybe closing your eyes will help." well damn

"Fuck you"

As the night goes on he sighs. You finally go to sleep and hopefully, you'll stay asleep.

As the weeks go on, he gets the gist of what's causing some of your insomnia. Hopefully, he'll be able to help you with the things and habits you can fix over time.

Its definitely an improvement after a couple of months. Even though your insomnia is there, it's for sure reduced and much better.

He's glad he was able to help you bc jesus christ lol.

dad of the year here everyone LMAO

[faiszt]

CHRISTMAS TREE FARM. ︎ as ︎ arthur ︎ donaldson ︎ song⠀🎄 ♡⠀'cause ︎ he ︎ just ︎ wanna ︎ be ︎ there ︎ tonight. ︎ ੭

.⠀𖹭⠀🔔⠀NOTES⠀.⠀i'm testing the waters 'cause i really wanna make this art x christmas tree farm bot, so i decided to put my little headcanon here. 👋🏻 (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)⠀⠀⠀⠀SFW.

arthur donaldson, the cute little boy with freckles, blond hair and a big smile who was always eagerly waiting for christmas. not only 'cause he wanted to get his gifts from santa claus after spending the whole year being a good boy, but also 'cause he loved putting up the christmas tree.

all huddled together in warm clothes wearing his papa's old aviation cap that was almost too big for his little head, feeling the red pickup truck rock on the dirt road as they headed to a christmas tree farm. every year was the same thing, but artie (as his dear nana called him) loved being able to choose the christmas tree he'd have at home and decorate it however he wanted.

oh, how many years had it been since he had done that? he couldn't even remember exactly what it felt like to be home. not home like the house he lived in, his real home, in the countryside—where the smell of cookies was stronger and the snow seemed thicker, but the clothes were warmer, the people were warmer.

far from home, but not that far. he still had some tapes stored in his attic, he kept them in a special space, not only physically, but in his heart as well. like the tape recording of the first time he helped his grandfather put up a christmas tree, riding on his papa's back in silly pajamas, putting the little angel on top. memories like these were things art would never forget when he heard the christmas bells in los angeles.

deep down, he felt a little weird, a little guilty, 'cause he hadn't made those memories with his daughter yet. but, who could blame him but himself? christmas wasn't the same after his grandfather died before he went to stanford, then his grandmother died too and... anyway, everything lost its meaning, even the holiday he loved the most.

he wants to go home, take you and lily with him, use his papa's old pickup truck—or, at least, what's left of it. maybe buy an aviation cap and try to get it beat up enough to put on lily's head and make her feel the same warm feeling he felt every christmas week, twenty years ago.

art wants to look for his nana's cookbook, bake christmas cookies for you using her unmistakable recipe, try to show you how much he misses something other than stress and holiday shopping traffic. how he misses being artie, the little boy who didn't yet know he was good at tennis, but was really good at chasing the farm's chickens just 'cause he thought it was funny.

he only has one (or some) christmas wish: you, him and lily at that little farm where every wish came true, under the mistletoe, watching the fire glow and telling you: “i love you”. well, he's been a good boy all year, so hopefully santa will listen to him.

[enigma-selfships]

Blitzwing NSFW Alphabet

So this has been in my drafts since February, and I finally decided to post it after seeing the lack of Blitzwing content. First time making an NSFW alphabet, so hopefully it’s not awful. Enjoy~

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Attentive, he’ll be asking you a lot of questions. Was that alright? Are you okay? Did you enjoy yourself? If you somehow got injured during your activities he’ll be on it before you even fully come down from your high.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

It’s a tie between your eyes and your thighs. Your face is so gorgeous.. but damn. He could spend all day just kneading the thickness of your legs while staring right into the windows of your soul.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Blitzwing is a nasty boy. Whatever you want to do with cum, you name it and he’ll do it. Things will be getting messy. Although his favorite spot to cum is deep inside you, it’s just so warm and perfect. You’re keeping a part of him with you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Before you officially got together, Blitzwing saved a lot of photos of you to his processor. Nearly all of them were without your knowledge. He definitely… got his use out of them.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

While he’s not a virgin, I think it’s safe to say Blitzwing doesn’t get a lot of action. Especially post triple-change. Not a lot of bots are interested in a mentally unstable German science experiment.

He could fool anyone though, as his eagerness makes him a quick and happy learner.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Breeding press. Blitzwing loves having you pinned down and immobile, thighs hiked over his hips as he gazes into your beautiful eyes. Plus the chance (however unlikely) of you getting sparked always sends a thrum into his spark.

Sometimes though, he’ll be on his knees, pulling you up to his lap, so only your shoulders are touching the ground as he hammers into you~

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It really depends on the personality. Hothead takes sex very seriously. To no one’s surprise, Random is usually very goofy, although he was occasionally moments of seriousness, usually while he’s on the mission of eating you out. However Icy tends to be the most balanced out of the three.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Well… he’s a robot….

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

When it’s all said and done, sex is only one of the ways Blitzwing shows you how much he loves you. He wants you to feel it, and this is the best way how. He really tries to show you he loves you during sex, even if it may get lost in translation occasionally.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before he met you, almost never. Maybe once in a millennia, but it never felt satisfying. After he met you though, and especially before you got together he did relatively frequently. He just couldn’t help himself, you really get his motor running.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink for sure, the thought of filling you up is enough to put him down bad for the rest of the day - completely worthless other than to fuck you good and hard.

He also wouldn’t be opposed to bondage, particularly on himself. Bonus points if you tie him up so he can’t move and then tease him until he cries.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Oh, anywhere that you’re comfortable with. Blitzwing literally has no preference. And as a bonus, no shame!

Want to fuck on Megatrons throne? What about the control console? How about in a back alleyway? He will do anything with you, anywhere.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Really, just being around you. His mind will wonder and he’ll find one thing or another to work himself up over.

One thing that will get him going real fast is tight pants. Ooooh how he loves those tight pants.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

NO SHARING. He already feels a strange bit of jealousy between his three personalities, he does NOT want to share you with a whole other bot.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Give give give. Oh this boy loves to love! Lay down and let him blow/eat you out. He’ll go for hours, the sheets getting wet from your combined juices. He’s just so sloppy, he can’t help it.

As for receiving, Blitzwing just never found it as enjoyable. He gets too impatient, he’d really just rather fuck you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He tries to be slow, he really does. He wants to make you feel just how much he loves you. But unfortunately he is a tad insane, which means it will always dissolve into a hard manic fuck.

He can’t help it! He’s just that crazy about you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Oh, sign him up. Blitzwing loves quickies, something all three faces can attest to.

A quick fuck in a closet or similar is a great way to snap that attitude of his back into shape.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Anything you want, just say the word. He is up for anything you could think of.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Random and Hothead will last for hours. You absolutely will tap out before either of them will. Icy however, only tends to go for two or three, though they are long and sensual.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Why use toys when you have a long prehensile 4ft tongue? He may use them occasionally, but he really prefers to do the work himself.

One thing he is a fan of is panty vibrators. Hooking up to them and torturing you when you’re in public tickles that evil side of him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing is something Blitzwing loves to try to do. But as soon as he starts feeling riled up, he drops the act. He is very impatient.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Icy usually tends to bite his noises back to only soft huffing. You’ll know when he’s getting close , because he’ll start moaning.

Hothead grunts and huffs when he’s not grumbling out commands.

Random gives Starscream a run for his money. This boy can make some NOISE. Moaning, squealing, begging, you name it. Random’s mouth does not stop during sex.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Blitzwing would absolutely be into thigh fucking. Watching your thick, squishy little thighs grasping his length while you squirm and whine and drool just really gets his engine running.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Blitzwing is a big bot, and his spike is definitely proportionate. The colors match his paint job perfectly, a purple shaft with a black head and a white stripe up the top of his spike. He also has purple bio lights that line the underside.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Before you came into his life? Close to zero. But now that you’re here, this bot is ready to go at the drop of a dime.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As hyper as they are, you’d think he’d just bounce right back. Nope. After making sure you’re doing alright, he’s out like a light. Nothing like a good fucking to expend all that energy.

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Accidental kiss with Wreck gar and Ratchet please? 👉👈

The day had started out just as normal for everyone's favorite garbarge-bot. He had woken up early, just at the crack of dawn, and gotten up from his wonderful bed made out of trash bags filled with the softest trash he could find. Then he had done his morning routines. First, he had greeted the day with an enthusiastic hello, waving the sun hello to make it feel appreciated. It couldn't be easy being so bright all the time! Then, he had stretched. Now, technically, robots don't need to stretch on account of them lacking muscles like organics do. But try to explain that to Wreck-Gar, who was busy touching his metal toes and doing jumping jacks with remarkable enthusiasm.

Once that was done, it was time for breakfast! Delicious oil, warmed to a perfect 200 degrees celsius. No better way to get yourself going in the morning! That's what good ol' grandma Wreck-Mae always used to tell him! Or was it something he read on an advertisement somewhere? He couldn't remember. Not that it really mattered where he got it from, Wreck-Gar still found it to be true!

Finally, once all that was done, it was finally time to really start the day. Wreck-Gar's job is very important, you see. Maybe the most important job of them all. He was a garbage collector! It was his duty to make sure that the streets of the city remained litter free and clean! After all, all trash belonged somewhere. To see it sad and lonely on the street, no, what a heartbreaking thought! The street was no place for a good piece of garbage! Which meant it was up to Wreck-Gar to collect it and place it where it belonged, on the dump with all the other neat garbage he found! Most of it got recycled, which was a good thing, really. Recycled things turned into new trash eventually so that meant Wreck-Gar would never run out of it! But some pieces were just too good for him to give up and those he kept to himself. No one appeared upset by it so Wreck-Gar assumed that it was alright!

Well, maybe that was a lie. Someone did get upset whenever Wreck-Gar brought back trash. Ratchet. Oh, just thinking about the doc-bot made Wreck-Gar swoon and want to break out in song! Such a lovely mech, with his pretty paint and even prettier face! And so smart! Ratchet was the smartest person Wreck-Gar knew and he always learned something new when they spoke. Like the fact that he's not supposed to chew bubblegum, no matter how fun the humans make it look! Now THAT had been a real mess! It took a long time for Ratchet to get all the gunk out of Wreck-Gar's insides but Wreck-Gar hadn't really minded all that much since it had meant he got to spend time with his favorite bot. Ratchet was always so busy, always so hard at work. That was just another thing Wreck-Gar loved about him because he was also really passionate about his own job.

Now, Ratchet didn't really like it when Wreck-Gar brought him trash which was fine! Garbage wasn't for everyone, as hard as that was to understand sometimes. That didn't mean that Wreck-Gar still didn't pick up pieces of garbage he found throughout the day that reminded him of the medic. While Ratchet may not want it, Wreck-Gar liked to keep it. His favorite piece of trash that he had found recently was actually a partially broken traffic which had the exact same colors as Ratchet's paint job. Now hadn't that been a real find! Wreck-Gar had placed that particular object on a shelf he could see when he went to sleep every night, so he could hopefully dream of Ratchet when he fell asleep.

Speaking of dreams! Wreck-Gar had just had the most fantastic one ever! Him and Ratchet had been frolicking through the park, feeding the ducks and petting the giraffes (you know, like you do when in the park), when Ratchet had suddenly turned to him and given him a kiss! A big ol' smooch! Right on the lips! Oh boy, it made Wreck-Gar blush just thinking about it!

It also made him wonder what Ratchet's lips felt like. Probably real soft. Softer than anything he could imagine. The dream had been nice but it wasn't real life and Wreck-Gar was sure the real deal was better than anything his mind could make up.

Wreck-Gar wasn't sure when he had started driving towards the autobot base but he suddenly found himself parked outside. His engine revved when he realized where he was. Oh! What a pleasant surprise! At least Wreck-Gar thought it was. And now he had an excuse to go see Doc! Because surely there had to be some kind of awful malfunction when your wheels just drove you somewhere all on its own? Probably something deadly. That meant Ratchet HAD to look over him! And then Wreck-Gar could tell him all about his amazing dream while that happened! What a great idea, body! Good job malfunctioning!

Transforming to root mode, Wreck-Gar walked into the autobot base, playfully knocking on the wall as he entered. "Ahoy, mateys!" he hollered when he saw some of the autobots who looked up at him in surprise. He waved at them eagerly, happy to see them, but felt a pang of sadness when he didn't spot Ratchet with them. He still smiled at them. "Wonderful morning, isn't it?"

"Wreck-Gar?" Optimus said and the trash-bot smiled wider when he heard his name. "Uh, yeah, good morning to you too. Is there something you need help with?"

Before Wreck-Gar could respond, Bumblebee snickered to himself from where he sat on the large couch. "He's probably here to see his boyfriend."

"Bumblebee!" This time, Optimus said the yellow bot's name, though much louder than he had said Wreck-Gar's. "That's not- We shouldn't speculate like that about our colleague's relationships! It is highly unprofessional!"

Instead of backing off, Bumblebee just huffed. "Oh please, we all know the guy is smitten! And Ratchet-"

Immediately, Wreck-Gar's expression brightened. "Ratchet! Yes! That is why I am here, to see him!" Bumblebee let out a loud 'told ya!' but Wreck-Gar didn't really pay that any attention as he was busy looking around for his favorite medic. "You see, I am terribly, TERRIBLY ill!" He peeked into a nearby room. Not there. "I believe it might be cosmic rust. Or maybe lycanthropy!" He picked up the couch to check under it. Bumblebee made a funny, high pitched sound but nope. Not there either. "And I so desperately need to see Doc!"

"Didn't he examine you just recently?" asked Optimus.

"Yep!"

There was a moment of silence. "And now you are suddenly terribly ill?"

Wreck-Gar nodded vigorously. "That's right!" He dramatically threw an arm over his face and let out a groan of exaggerated pain. "I fear this might be the end for poor Wreck-Gar. Poor bot! Dying at such a young age! In his prime, to boot! Alas, such is fate!" He peeked out from behind his arm and pouted. "Unless, of course, I see Ratchet. Right now."

Optimus' face twitched funnily before he looked away. He cleared his throat. "Of course. Of course. Don't worry Wreck-Gar, I am sure Ratchet can, eh, fix you." He threw a thumb over his shoulder, pointing at a hallway leading to another room. "He's in his medbay, cleaning his tools, but I'm sure he'll make time for you."

Wreck-Gar perked up and saluted. "Thank you, my friend! When I write my memoir I will not forget to mention how you played a vital part in saving my life! But now, I have to make haste! The doctor is in!" Wreck-Gar hastily made his way to the medbay, feeling encouraged by the way Bumblebee was laughing. Such a nice bot, sending him off with a smile!

When Wreck-Gar saw Ratchet, he paused. The medic stood haunched over a workbench, some of his tools neatly lined up next to each other. He had yet to notice that someone had entered the room so Wreck-Gar took the moment to admire the mech. He really hadn't lied when he said that Ratchet was lovely. His red and white paint job was beautiful. It reminded Wreck-Gar of candy canes, which made him think of Christmas, which in turn made him think of singing, and Wreck-Gar loved to sing! Oh, maybe he should have made up a song before he visited! People liked his singing after all, they always stared and made these funny faces when he pulled out his accordion. Surely Ratchet would have appreciated a nice lil tune, something happy about sunshine and holding hands and-

"Wreck-Gar? What are you doing here?"

Oh, Ratchet had finally noticed him! Wreck-Gard smiled and his spark made a funny feeling when the medic said his name. "Hello doctor! I am here for maintenance!"

Ratchet frowned slightly. "Already?" His frown grew more intense. "Did you get something stuck in your internals again?"

"Nope!" Wreck-Gar replied, making the P pop. "I am dying!"

Immediately, Ratchet's optics blew wide open and his engine stuttered. "What?" He strode forward towards the garbage bot. "Is it your spark? Did you hit your head? Has the trash finally degraded your system? Where is-"

Now, normally, Ratchet was a very tidy bot. At least, he kept his workspace tidy. All his tools would be exactly where they needed to be, absolutely nothing would be misplaced and nothing would be in the way. The thing was, today was cleaning day and Ratchet had dragged out everything for maintenance. And if one of his tools had just so happened to lay dropped on the floor, well, mistakes happen. So it wasn't really Ratchet's fault that he accidentally stepped on this dropped tool and lost his balance, tripping and falling forward with flailing limbs.

Luckily, Wreck-Gard was there to catch him. Except he hadn't really been prepared to get an armful of medic so he also went toppling over. There was loud bang, the sound of metal against metal, and then it was all so very still and quiet.

There wasn't a lot of things that could quiet Wreck-Gar. He always had something to say, some little quip and observation or song or- well, the point was, Wreck-Gar was always talking. He even had the quirk of talking in his sleep. That's how much of a talker he was. Right now, however, he had to be excused, because his mouth was busy with something else and thus couldn't voice his thoughts out loud.

Ratchet had landed right on top of him and in the fall, their lips had met. And wow. Wowza. Gee whiz. Wreck-Gar had been right. Ratchet's lips were soft. Really soft. Plush like, like- he couldn't even come up with a good comparison. They were unlike anything he had ever felt before. And they felt good. Wreck-Gar closed his eyes and smiled into the kiss.

Even when Ratchet scrambled off him, face flushed and spouting excuses and other kinda panicked words, Wreck-Gar couldn't help but smile dopily. He sighed dreamily and stared at the medic with hearts in his optics. "Better than a dream, by far."

[vegasolari]

V2 is an Ultrakill character and I have many feelings about them: here's why

I think we can all agree that Ultrakill didn’t exactly explore V2 as a character much. Sure, we have some basic information about them, but we’re pretty much left to fill in the blanks ourselves. And, oh boy, are there a lot of blanks. Well, here’s my ridiculous essay filling in those blanks for myself in a way that (hopefully) makes sense in the scope of Ultrakill canon. TL;DR: here are my V2 headcanons because I’m insane.

During my first playthrough of Ultrakill, I didn't think much about V2. They seemed like the classic “evil twin” and not much more, testing your skills as a player in a unique way. I’m the good guy and I have to beat up the evil version of me, y’know? But, as I got more into the lore of Ultrakill, I couldn’t stop thinking about V2.

V1 was built with a clear purpose in mind: war. I’m certain anyone can agree with that. But, when the whole war business fell apart with the New Peace, V1 quickly became obsolete. If whatever entity developing V1 wanted any chance of recouping the cash dumped into V1, they had to pivot. But we have this great war robot just lying around! Alright, how about this: we’ll make a new version of this robot with decreased combat capabilities, but increased human interfacing capabilities. So, a new model was made. It was very similar to the previous one, switching out the fancy plating for regular tough stuff, plus installing some friendlier software. Despite the rush job, it was a pretty damn good android. But, with all that high-end tech came a big price tag that the market deemed unreasonable.

Now, this leads to an interesting idea: if V2 is sentient (observing their behavior in-game, they likely are), how would that make them feel? Certainly, they would know that they were essentially the living embodiment of a hollow gesture; being nothing more than an attempt to recuperate funds, being a commercial failure, being what most would consider a weak imitation of their predecessor. I wouldn’t be surprised if V2 went after V1 based on sheer jealousy alone. Their creation was underdeveloped and sloppily done. V2 wasn’t wanted for whatever skillset a highly advanced security bot could offer. V2 wasn't wanted… V1 was. The second iteration is supposed to be better than the first, and V2's existence is defined by being a cheap copy.

Regardless, V2 is here and they can still serve some function. While V1 and V2's hardware may be nearly identical, I have to imagine their software is very different. Remember, V1 was made for war. Their software is probably highly specialized for efficient killing. In terms of a highly advanced society dependent on specialized androids filled with precision AI, that must be pretty simple. Just boot up good old “shooty_mcshooting.exe” and we’ve got ourselves an AI that can quickly identify a target and attack its weak points. V2, on the other hand, was made for peacetime efforts. Sure, security was kept in mind during their development, but overall they were made for human cooperation. A peacetime machine would certainly have been developed with a natural affinity toward humanity, right? This leads me to believe that V2 was made with an innate affinity toward humans. Hell, maybe they were programmed with a desire to socialize that matched the strength of our own innate socialization needs. It would certainly make their job much easier.

Despite this, I feel they still had to do some warming up to humans. After all, humanity did them quite a disservice. Whether they made peace with the circumstances surrounding their creation and loved humans despite it or simply ignored the troubled emotions surrounding their creation, I’m not certain. Regardless, their core programming spurred them on. V2 learned to cooperate with humans, with their reward system to guide them. Eventually, their reward system must have led them to feel something that could be best described as affection towards humans, forever being driven to be curious and friendly towards humanity. I love imagining them joking around and laughing with their coworkers on whatever security job they were assigned to. Maybe they'd even have fun chatting up the scientists working on their development, learning more and more about how humans interacted and communicated with one another.

Speaking of which… what if V2’s job expanded past security? Say a building were to collapse with people trapped inside; what better tool than an extremely durable, strong, highly intelligent robot to dig through the rubble, locate survivors quicker with specialized software, and even administer first aid?

Just as V2 adored humans, one must imagine V2 being adored by humans.

As V2’s software spurred them on to learn more and more about humans, they would come to appreciate the things humans appreciated. Perhaps V2 came to appreciate the beauty of art or the marvel of science in the same way humans did, or perhaps they simply liked these things because they were human. Imagine V2 learning everything they could about cooking despite never needing those skills, just to be able to bond with humans. They’d even surprise the scientists developing them with delicious treats that V2 themself could never eat, all to fulfill their role as a friend to humanity.

Humanity's extinction must have been devastating for V2.

I imagine after humanity died, V2 simply tried to make do with what they had. In my mind, it’d make sense that they'd try to avoid using blood from animals at all costs (humans loved animals, after all). Instead, they'd take fuel from other machines. That fuel was already taken from its rightful owner, and there's nothing that can be done about it now. May as well put it to good use, right? Considering V2’s love for humanity (and by extension, all living creatures), they must have come to loathe their fellow machines. Machines sustain themselves off of harming humans and other living creatures, after all. Of course, there is the irony of V2 being just like every other machine, reliant on blood to survive.. I'll try not to get sidetracked with that one though -

I lied. I'm getting sidetracked.

V2's love of humans combined with their reliance on their blood as fuel would have been difficult for them to accept at best, and devastating at worst. I was going to put a comparison here but it made me genuinely sad, which goes to show how this likely made V2 feel. Sure, taking blood from humans doesn't necessarily require violence, considering blood donations exist, but it still couldn’t have felt great. Besides, it seems very possible that not all machines were interested in taking that fuel peacefully.

During their time in Hell, seeing their fellow machines happily and greedily tear through husks in Hell (which, I'd like to point out, are human souls) must have enraged V2. Considering their love for humans, I can't imagine them using husks as fuel. Instead, it would make sense for them to kill machines only. In fact, V2's terminal entry explicitly mentions killing machines (...V2 dove deeper into Hell, killing other machines for their blood to help its recovery…) but doesn't say anything about killing husks. I will note that the Ultrakill Fandom Wiki entry for V2 does allude to them killing husks, but there wasn't a source so I'm disregarding it (yes I am so Ultrakill brain-rotted that I am asking for sources on Ultrakill lore).

This leads to a stark contrast between V1 and V2, despite seeming so similar on the surface. V1 was made with the sole purpose of killing, and I do not doubt that humans were well within their scope. V1 is an especially efficient killing machine, with their rampage in Hell enough to draw the attention of Heaven. We know V2 tried to fight V1. What if the reasons for stopping V1 went beyond preserving fuel resources or getting revenge? V2 wanted to save the remnants of humankind. V2 didn't fight for themself; they fought for humanity.

Despite this, one could indeed make a very reasonable argument that V1 is doing the denizens of Hell a favor. Ceasing to exist does sound much more appealing than eternal torture. But, seeing as it's implied V2 has only been in Hell for a few hours, it's likely that they just haven't thought about this. Think of it this way: they've just rediscovered the one thing that gave them purpose... it's unlikely they'd be willing to let that go easily. Or perhaps V2 did think about this. Maybe V2 wanted to build a better life for the people of Hell. We know they made it to Greed, so they almost certainly heard of Minos' and Sisyphus' attempts to rebel against Heaven. I think it's likely that V2 wanted to follow in their footsteps; they wanted to build a haven for humanity.

But unfortunately, we all know how their story ends.

V2's existence was one defined by failure. V2's life was one riddled with "what ifs?" and "could have beens." An overwhelming theme of Ultrakill is tragedy, and I'd argue that this take on V2 is just about as tragic as one can get.

Also V2 isn't dead because they live on in my heart and I will not accept any attempts at convincing me otherwise.

[promptcorner]

Will you ever write that dp x tfrb fic? The one with the cody/danny? Cause the idea is genius...the pairing is so cute, two disaster teens lol

When would Danny get to GR? The dude is so damn overpowered that its hilarious, even if he holds back, so imagine the Burns faces when they watch him lift the boys ship with a single hand and the brat says "oh, this? This weighs like a bunch of grapes lol". And when he tells them all his adventures and that he defeated the ghost version of Unicron on steroids and several minor deities.

What do you think of the "kid is next in the line for the throne by right of conquest because he made old peepaw Dark go to sleep once again"?

Some hc of the cody/danny ship? As in, actual couple hc. Who does what and all that stuff...

Good question!

I’m writing the second chapter actually! The first chapter is being edited, I hope to post it on AO3 with my other fics by the end of the week! Hopefully that comes into fruition, if not, then within this month.

I can’t say much on when or how Danny gets to GR. All I can say though, is that it happens in the first chapter. Danny and Cody meet in the first chapter too and mysteries are put in place.

Pttt! Peepaw Dark is a great name! Gold stars! 🌟🌟🌟

I am going to go the Ghost King route, but I won’t go into detail on how. ;3

Danny is an overpowered boy with great humor. But man, he can be such a dork with cringe fail action. Cody is definitely the most mature out of the two, but not by much. He tends to create trouble by his wants and actions when he doesn’t think things through. The Trash-compacter episode comes to mind. Danny does similar stuff.

They’re both nerds, have older red headed siblings, work as heroes, have some sort of relevant connections to royalty and pirates, fight machines, fight ghosts or ghost adjacent stuff, and both have friend(s) who are knowledgeable in things they’re not. The list can go on.

With that dynamic into perspective, here are my cute romantic hcs:

Danny, as Phantom, would often call Cody, “Boy Scout.” But as Danny, he would call Cody, “Codes.” Even before they get together, he calls Cody these names as a way to separate his ghost side from his living side. It doesn’t work, however. Because Cody would be like, “Hang on, how do you know I was as a scout? I don’t wear my sash everywhere I go… Wait, I recognize that hair cut!” Cody would notice that Danny is Phantom almost immediately. But he wouldn’t say anything and just roll with it. He’s seen some weird stuff, this wouldn’t be any different. Danny would also call Cody his Guardian Angel or Psychopomp due to how they met as a little inside joke. But the joke becomes real. The irony of the protecter spirit actually having a protector is funny to me. But this would go both ways.

Cody would a hundred and ten percent believe that Danny is an alien before finding out he’s a ghost. The entire Burns Family and the Docs would believe that as well. Even The Bots would think he’s some strange shifter species from space like them. Danny just happens to either be half alien, or an alien who grew up with human culture, those types of theories. So they brush off obvious signs of ghostly activity for a while. But Cody would be the first to know via Danny telling him. The angst would be obvious.

And just like Cody being the first to know, he would also be the first to gain feelings for Danny before Danny catches feelings for him. It’s a slow build, but he notices them and develops his first crush. He would act all shy, stutter occasionally, and doze off with a dreamy expression.

He would constantly think Danny’s eyes are brighter then Energon, would want to comb through his hair, and go on hikes to the top of GR and watch the stars with him. Heck, he would find a way to the stars with Frankie’s help.

His siblings would notice this immediately, since their love lives have been active since the dawn of time, especially Kade’s. And they would both get nervous and excited. The Bots would look on in confusion, but realize Cody is having feelings, and also get excited.

But hey! Cody’s the baby, so there will be plenty of, “Gah! No! Not the baby! He’s going through puberty! He’s gaining a crush! Oh the humanity! They grow up to fast! What do we do?” \TAT/

The Docs, Frankie, and Mr. Burns would be the only few to handle this with any form of maturity.

Danny would be slower in catching on. But he develops feeling not too long after Cody.

He would stutter too, doze off, but would still give Cody various pet names. However, where in the beginning he said certain names more sparingly, now he’s saying them ever time they hang out. Names like Angel, My Guardian, Soul Mate (I explained why in my last ask, but it’s because they have similar shoes but inverted), Sunlight, Capella, Aviator, the list goes on.

Danny would ask for hugs more often, and help around whenever he sees Cody doing something like cooking and junk. At first, he would ask if Cody needs help, but eventually he just does stuff with Cody without asking first. They get into a grove, chat, and be done with cleaning or fixing something very quickly.

Danny would start to make fudge, to, and give it to Cody as a gift. He would even tinker around and make machines to gift to Cody, like a mini telescope, a compass that looks old but is too advanced for any government to use, and various other items.

I want to say more, but I’m going to cap it off here. The want to speak is dwarfed by my want to show it all in the story.

Thanks for the ask! <3

Update there is now a fic!

[box-off]

ok do it talk about tf2 and postal

You asked for it.

Okay, let's start with tf2. Tf2 is one of the best games EVER in my opinion, and it's not a really trustworthy one, but it's an opinion. I love everything from character design to the community to the game itself. The comics which make me want to explode from how well the character design goes both for 3d and 2d, and the silly world that the characters live in. It's like some kind of wonderland, but it's made for a fps gamer. The first thing that made me interested in tf2 was my friend talking about it, he sent me the "Meet the spy" video and a fan made animation. I remember seeing it and thinking "Wow, those guys look cool", and when I started learning more I REALLY wanted to play as scout (who I still main to this day). I obviously knew about tf2 before but never got too interested in it. But when I started playing oh wow it sucked me in. Tf2 made me have a big standard for character design, thanks to tf2 I never watched Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss (no matter how hard my friends tried to make me watch it), because oh how distracting those designs were for me. Whenever I think about good character design it's the tf2 mercs, they made me realize that the characters don't have to have 300 cool guns on them to point at the character and say "THIS GUY IS COOL!", you can make simple characters that are still catchy and easy to remember and recognize, and even get to understand their main purpose from just a glance. It's even better to make them simple in some cases! (In general valve games have good designs, but tf2 stands out a lot, at least for me). The game itself always makes me feel good, surprisingly it can be relaxing if you don't get too into the competitive mood and have the luck to get normal teammates. Yes, I might be a casual player, but I'm free. Don't get me started on the amount of playing styles tho. I'm not really good at them, I always go with scout, hop around and do my shit. I do play medic in MvM tho, I just really like to have a huge shield and be like "I'll protect you", idk, it's probably the furry alpha wolf speaking in me. But in normal game, oh what a blessing it is sometimes to have a really skilled demoknight, or a good rocket jumper in your team. Or a good spy who saves the day when the engineers build their nest right over the corner, or a medic that manages to heal everyone and not die 100 times in the process. I barely talk in chat in the game (because it's distracting), but know that if you play good and I'm in your team I'm thanking you constantly in my mind. Let me add that I joined the fandom when the bots where still there so I played with them a lot. Now that this is getting fixed it's even more fun! But I managed to fall in love with this half broken game and I'm sorry, that's a big fucking gold medal for a game, if it can still pull fans while being abandoned (hopefully that changes, but it's still impressive).

Now about Postal. I am edgy. Let me be real, if you saw my art you can probably tell that I do like myself some guts and blood from time to time. And I like humor, I like to laugh, to chuckle, to snicker if you will. So me liking Postal was just a matter of time. First game I played was Brain Damaged, and oh boy, the humor was good (even tho some things I missed because I didn't play the other games). As I got deeper into other games I was so IN. Those games are just so much FUN. I like fps games if you couldn't tell, and this? This is the fps game ever, it has some fun stuff to do, you of course can shoot, you can just walk around and explore in postal 2 and 4, and it's worth it! I love exploring those games, they always have some silly stuff here and there. And what they did well in Postal 4 is that they made you explore, they hid dolls, gnomes and all that stuff all over the map, and you can explore it, not just because, but you can actually get something for it. And let me be honest, Postal Dude? Hot. He's hot, and as a dirty stinky gay man myself I appreciate the representation. But jokes aside, HE'S A GOOD CHARACTER. I love him, it's interesting to watch what he does, to hear what he says, in all the games btw, yes, even postal 3. The character design again? Really well done. Postal Dude is simple, Postal Dude is cool, he's not your stereotypical "Cool guy who kills people with huge armor on" or "The buff guy who fights everyone with bare hands" (except Shtopor, that guy is fucking RIPPED.) When I look at Doomguy? I think "Damn, you're cool." when I look at Postal Dude?? I think "Damn man, you're probably stink", and you know what? THAT'S THE CHARM OF THIS CHARACTER. He sucks! You know where he sucks even more than in the game? The movie, and you have NO IDEA how much I love it. The movie is bad, like, not just because "it doesn't represent the characters as they are in the game" but because it's a bad movie. Just as a movie it's not really well done. But! I still love it. It's a movie that is fun to watch with your friends, you laugh at how bad it is, you just have a blast, at least me and my friends did. And I have the bluray disk, so I have the behind the scenes and all that cool stuff, and you know what? It made me like this shit even more. I really wish I could play more Postal with people, and not just that, I'm also waiting for Postal 4 co-op, and some of my friends getting the game as well. Because in my opinion Postal is that type of game that has to be shown to your friends in a "Hey guys, look at this stupid game I found, isn't it so random??" way. I talked a lot about Postals funny part, yes, but I do have to also mention that Postal 1 is rally good. And yes, postal redux is just Postal 1 with a bit better graphics, but I do like it in a way (mainly because of the better quality of the loading screens, because those are just so good. I really like the artistic part of this game). Funny postal? It's good, I love funny postal. But without creepy postal there wouldn't be some stuff in the funny postal that we like so much. Other Dude? The head wound making everything look strange? I don't really think we would have that in newer postal games without postal 1!

[kingdicemrwheezyflowertor]

Okay next question, what's optimus prime's sexuallity in each of your AU's?

Okay; Let’s go down the line then lol.

Now all the AU’s of Optimus is just different Prime’s over the Transformers franchise.

1986 Optimus (Gen-1 Boy) is the only bot out of the Prime’s in my AU’s who’s straight. But he is an ally to the LGBTQ+ because of Blurr and other bots.

The Comic versions of Optimus vary between Straight and Gay or Bisexual. I haven’t really read the comics but I have seen in YT videos the way Optimus would act sometimes around women and men so yeh; It just varies.

Of course; Optimus Primal is Gay and Poly as I explained in a previous ask you had lol.

Armada Optimus is Gay; He’s been gay since he became a Prime lol

Transformers Animated Optimus is Pansexual; He realized that when he liked Girls, Guys, Trans boys and well, Just Everyone lol. But he’s currently taken.

Okay; Who’s next… *Looks on List* OH! Bayverse Optimus; He is questioning if he is Bisexual because he was with Elita 1 when he was younger but he’s leaning more towards men lol. Why do you think I have him be with Ironhi- Wait! Just realized. He’s also Polyamorous.

Next; TFP and RID 2015 Optimus. Gay and Polyamorous; He knows who he likes from the men. Someone who’s grumpy and one hell of a good medic.

Rescue Bots Optimus will be a throw in because I like Rescue bots; He’s actually Bisexual.

Okay hopefully the last one before I get more questions about who each Prime is with (maybe lol) is EarthSpark Optimus; He’s Pansexual like Animated Optimus.

[acosmicdisappointment]

— zak.

is that SEAN TEALE? oh, no, that’s ZAK TORRES, a THIRTY-ONE year old INVESTMENT BANKER who uses HE/HIM pronouns. they currently live in CASA MACAIRE HOUSING, and the character they identify with most is FLYNN RIDER FROM TANGLED. hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas!

BASICS.

FULL NAME. zachary alejandro torres NICKNAME(S). zak (bc he wants to be cool hence using ‘k’), z AGE/BIRTHDAY/ZODIAC. 31 / october 31st / scorpio SEXUAL ORIENTATION. bisexual BIRTHPLACE. putney, london HEIGHT. 6’2” EYE COLOR. dark brown ILLNESSES/CONDITIONS. has a goddamn smolder face TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/SCARS. honey, would you put a bumper sticker on a bentley? FC. sean teale

PERSONALITY.

hella generous charming confident stubborn materialistic impatient

HISTORY.

— Zak was born as the only child of a Venezuelan-Spanish businessman and an English art teacher. His father met his mother on a business trip and fell madly in love. His family were well-off, but it was his uncle, Eduardo Torres, who truly embodied wealth and opulence. — Eduardo was a self-made millionaire, having amassed a fortune through savvy investments and business ventures. Childless and seeing potential in his bright and ambitious nephew, Eduardo took Zak under his wing. He provided Zak with mentorship, guidance, and, eventually, a significant trust fund that would set him up for life. — As the designated heir to his uncle's wealth, Zak was groomed for success from a young age. Eduardo's influence extended beyond financial support; he instilled in Zak the importance of hard work. He had to prove to his uncle that he was worthy of such a fortune. — Growing up, Zak excelled academically, dedicating himself to his studies and aspiring to follow in Eduardo's footsteps in the world of finance. However, his single-minded focus on his career left little room for personal relationships or indulging in the carefree experiences of youth. — So when he met a girl in one of his elective classes, the boy was smitten. Right after graduating college, he proposed to her. — Everything was going well for him, his dedication in his career paid off and he was climbing the ranks. However, his personal life wasn’t so successful. His fiancée yearned for spontaneity and adventure, qualities that Zak struggled to embrace. Her feelings of neglect ultimately led to the end of their engagement, leaving Zak devastated and questioning his priorities. — Determined to learn from his past mistakes, Zak made a conscious decision to change his outlook on life. He realized that success was not just about professional achievements but also about finding a balance and making time for personal fulfillment. — With Eduardo's guidance and support, Zak embarked on a journey of self-discovery, embracing new experiences and learning to appreciate the value of living in the moment. He moved to Valparaíso as a way to start fresh. He’s been living in the region for about 3 years now.

TL;DR

— if you’re looking for a man in finance, trust fund, 6’2”, and brown eyes, call zak

EXTRAS.

to read to see to listen

HEADCANONS.

— he in fact wines and dines before the sixty-nines (he’s not that barbaric, that’s why he’s got such a good reputation bc he lets them know his intentions right away) — has a ‘bedroom playlist’ — he’s a great wingman (guaranteed you’d end up with someone’s number by the end of the night) — although he sleeps around, he’s got his standards (he’s a slut with standards) — doesn’t double-dip or sleep with the same person twice (it’s a rule, no exceptions yet sorry!) — would almost say yes whenever you ask him for money though you gotta convince him first (salesman pitch it to him then it’s a guarantee) — he does have an accent — throw parties on his yacht (don’t ask me about boat stuff bc i have no clue abt those) — definitely dances at parties (like actually dance not the bump and grind kinda thing) — kinda like the funcle you’ve always wanted (definitely spoils his faves) — he is both sassy and sexy — knows everyone’s tea but no one knows his — and yes, he does ‘smolder’ when he flirts (i like to think he practices it in the mirror)

WANTED CONNECTIONS/PLOTS.

your finance friend with benefits — who says people you've slept with can't be your friend? have you met '*y/n*'? — zak has some barney stinson traits so stealing this iconic line; he needs friends or people he definitely helps finds dates for more tbd! dms are open for scheming!

[midnightsingvogel]

Got tagged by @partyinthemysterymachine you’re a SWEETHEART

Rules: Tag 10 (or less) people you want to get to know better

relationship status: Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy 👀 This post alone is gonna get me 4 sugar daddy bots the moment I set it loose!

favorite color: I like vibrant colors. Cardinal red, poison purple, sunflower yellow/orange, acid/apple green, seafoam blue, tyrian pink- Like honestly my room looks like a bird nest- which is ironic cause I mostly wear black and gold/silver, or stripes cause I’m 2000s late. [but, I do, have the Boom Boom Boom, allegedly. Don’t tell the 3008′s authorities. I’m not sure I’m supposed to have it.]

song stuck in my head: (Paper Cages - Franz Ferdinand)

Well we'll never be free; If our incarceration Is a story we tell; A tale of invention Is it personal choice; Personal conviction Or are you living like me in paper cages?

three favorite foods: As long as it’s savory I’m on board. I genuinely have the worst taste buds I will eat anything (anything but olives). But uh I guess 1- I’ve been craving tuna tartare like you wouldn’t believe since I came back from the hospital 2- crepes 3- pistachio gelato

last song I listened to: (Doombop! - The Toxhards) apparently spotify is picking up on my pseudo-neurotic “oh yes this is fine 🙃” song trends, vaguely gorey roadkill thumbs up wildly clashing tone/lyrics gnawing on the coffee tables. It’s somewhat recent I think.The kind of song that makes you want to storm a room singing the chorus, balls to the wall, ideally covered in blood.

dream trip: Until recently somewhat I didn’t think I’d be down to travel but meeting the right people made me realize it could be an adventure and not just a chore. I think I’d be down to go anywhere as long as it were with the right people. My dad keeps trying to tell me he has FB friends in europe I could visit and mannnn I don’t know these people. Come on.

But yeah short term I think I’d be happy to just see as many cheesy tourist traps as possible, as long as I’m with good company. Although, in the long term... I think I’d love to see has many Art-Nouveau style buildings/expositions as possible.

last thing(s) i googled: “What is the meaning of ‘A Stitch in time saves Nine’ proverb” (for a DnD game)

That’sssssss it I think?

Feel free to steal that post if I haven’t tagged you.

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[angelofrainfrogs]

Going Back: Ch. 12

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: Things are looking up for Gregory. After putting the soul of a formerly-immortal killer to rest, he and his new family can finally begin their lives anew. Sure, Gregory might have been cursed with mysterious Remnant in exchange for being involved in this mess—not to mention his caretakers consist of sentient robots and ghosts… But there’s no doubt that the bond they share is unbreakable. They love him, and he in turn. 

All in all, life is finally starting to go right for once. 

…Unfortunately, true peace is a hard-won battle. There are other things to contend with besides William’s decrepit soul, and Gregory will learn that his role in the lives of the Aftons and Emilys is far greater than anyone could’ve imagined. 

Rating: T

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The group played for a good few hours, while their counterparts upstairs watched the camera feeds and laughed over good memories of the past. Eventually Henry's smiling face appeared, coupled with a clap of his hands to get everyone's attention.

“Ladies, gentlemen, rabbits and gators, I have an announcement to make!” the old ghost proudly announced, grin straining his cheeks so much they hurt. “We're ready for the final touches on the next android!”

There was a collective gasp from the room, although the Pizzaplex kids didn't quite get the hooplah of Henry's reveal. Freddy and Gregory seemed the most excited, with the former bear clasping his hands in front of his chest as he asked: “The Puppet is ready?!”

“You bet—all we need is Mari herself! Gregory, I'm requesting your help with that one.” Henry winked at the boy, then turned his gaze to the gator. “Actually... Monty, would you mind getting her? I'd send Freddy or Gregory, but it'd be suspicious and I want Mike and Charlie to be surprised!”

“Oh, sure!” Monty agreed, transferring Gregory to his dad's waiting arms. “Just lemme know where to find her, and I'll be back asap!”

After some instructions, Monty was sent to fetch her from the security office. He made sure to keep an eye out for Terry or other intruders along the way, but the only thing detectable moving through the area was Montgomery himself. As he neared the security room, he attracted the attention of the night guard and his current helpers as he passed through the camera feeds. 

Puppet seemed more excited than worried as Monty jogged by his lonesome through the otherwise empty corridors. He passed a few powered-down security bots, careful not to bump their sleeping forms as Puppet tapped the glass of the screens to warn the guard of the approaching animatronic.

“Huh—would you look at that... I wonder if something's happening?” Charlie asked aloud. It was clear by Monty's gait that he wasn't in a particular hurry, so Charlie kept her tone optimistic.

Curious, she rose from her cross-legged position on the floor and lazily walked to the magnetized doors. After a quick press of the button, she stuck her head out in the direction she predicted Monty would come rolling on through. When the giant green gator finally came running around the bend, Charlie waved. “Heya, Monty! Where's the party at?”

“Heeeey, Charlie!” Monty drawled, his voice lax and chill as he halted just outside the door. “The party's downstairs; that's actually why I came all the way up here—Puppet, you're requested as a special guest! The kids've been beggin' for ya to come down and play. Nearly drove ol' Fredbear up a wall with all their yammerin'...”

“Wha—and what about us?!” Michael said in mock offense, pressing a hand to his chest. Monty threw his head back in a laugh, then gave a shrug.

“Sorry, Mike—ain't you s'possed to be workin' a little longer, anyway?” Monty questioned with a tilt of his head. According to his internal clock, night shift didn't end for another 47 minutes and 23 seconds. Hopefully that'd be just enough time to get Mari up and running in her new body.

Michael narrowed his eyes, then turned back to the camera feeds with a huff. “Fine. But tell Lizzie and Evan I'm crashing the next one for sure.”

“I'll pass along the message,” Monty snickered, then held out an arm for Puppet. “Here—climb on up and I'll give ya a ride, free of charge!” 

Puppet curled her hands to her chest, so touched that the kids wanted her to come to their little party so badly! In no time flat she scaled Montgomery's arm to rest on his shoulders, giving him a squeeze and nuzzling the side of his head in an appreciative gesture. She had no idea that she was the guest of honor, and probably quite late to the shindig. She had an inkling over what this whole thing may be about, though didn't want to jump the gun and get her hopes up...

Charlie reached up and squeezed the Marionette's hand goodbye, but not before pointing a finger at Monty.

“You have her back by sun up, you hear?” she said with a smirk, as if a chiding mother sending her child out in the world with a friend. Puppet gave her hand back after quickly touching it affectionately to her cheek. Then she was fully braced on Monty's back and ready to head off. 

In response to Charlie, Monty pulled down his glasses to give her a wink. Once Mari was settled he turned on his heel, tail swaying to and fro to counterbalance as he threw a wave over his shoulder.

“You're gonna be real happy when we get down there, I guarantee it,” the gator murmured once certain he was out of earshot, gently knocking his head against the Puppet's before picking up the pace. His eagerness got them to the basement in record time, only to find the little crowd had split into two groups: Gregory, Freddy, Evan, and Liz were waiting in the workshop proper with Henry, while the rest of the kids were left in the diner under Bonnie's care.

Puppet held on tight to Monty as they ran; heaven forbid she go flying off his shoulder's like a plastic bag caught in the wind. Upon their arrival,  all the kids there waiting to greet her with a rousing cheer—all except for Gregory and Freddy... She wondered if they were part of the surprise?

Regardless, Mari was happy to see Henry and happily flung herself off Monty's shoulders into his waiting arms. She gave him the same treatment she gave to Monty when she saw him. Greeting her creator with a squeeze around the shoulders, she could see where Freddy and Gregory were then...

In the back, the charging pod they'd used to trap William was being hooked up to the remote computer set up that Gregory had made. Now, it was being modified. With all its various output chords loaded into the laptop, the other side had one singular cable. There, it led to the delicately framed body of an android girl, her large eyes shut as if she were napping on the ground.

The Puppet was stunned into a frozen position. With her hands now pulled over her mouth, the sight of it finally being done had shocked her. Equally excited and nervous, Mari pulled on Henry's shirt as if needing a lifeline—something to grab onto while she seemed to vibrate in his arms.

After turning to see the arrival of the guest of honor, Gregory waved them over. With the computer in his lap and a victorious smirk on his face, the boy called: “Hey, I've got it figured out! Bring her over!”

Henry chuckled as he gave Puppet a tight squeeze. Though her rudimentary features seemed inexpressive at first glance, somehow the Marionette figured out how to translate her thoughts through gestures alone. However, even that had its limits. But now she'd never have to play charades again after tonight, if she so desired.

“We're going to transfer your AI over just like Gregory did with Freddy,” Henry explained as he carried Puppet over to the hot-wired setup. “Just a few connected wires here and there, a little code run through Gregory's software program, and voila! Hopefully it won't take more than a few minutes, and then you'll have a brand new body to walk and talk with!”

“It is just like going into sleep mode,” Freddy offered with a soft smile, just in case Mari was nervous about the transfer. She seemed more excited than anything, but then again it was hard to tell all the emotions she was hiding under that static mask.

When they reached the designated spot, Henry glanced down at his arguably most prized creation. In a way, he'd be sad to see the lanky Marionette without a consciousness after he'd just fixed her up, but he knew this would be better in the long run. With a raised eyebrow, he asked: “Ready?”

The Puppet waited just a moment. As Henry held her up, she could just barely make out her own reflection in the dark, soot-tinted glass of the charging pod.

Was this really what she wanted?

Looking around, she saw so many friendly faces. And while the Puppet knew she was loved just as she was by everyone around her, she wondered if it would be the same if she wanted to change?

But then Puppet’s gaze fall on the painstakingly pieced together android. With a pixie face and features that reminded her of her favorite human, Puppet felt her heart soar—as if this was who she was all along. Who she was meant to become after her conscious fused with Charlotte's so long ago...

Just when Gregory was about to ask if she was alright to go, the Puppet nodded, helping Henry by grasping the door and heaving the heavy metal slab ajar. Gregory knew to begin the program after Henry lovingly placed her inside. With the press of a few buttons and a rapid-fire typing of a command prompt, Mari was asleep inside the pod before she could really comprehend it. Her music box's key slackened, falling out of her back with a short clatter as her body relaxed into a wireless slump. Everything she was and could grow into was now traveling through the cables and ready to be downloaded into her newest model.

Gregory began to run the program as soon as the download was complete. The computer fan became hot with its CPU usage, and he had to hold the overheating device off his lap to give himself a break from the heat, keeping the laptop from melting in the process as phase two of the transfer begun.

“Okay... ETA is like a minute thirty seconds,” Gregory assured those waiting with baited breath around him.

Many of the kids couldn't hold in their excitement. Watching their friend waking up for the first time in her new body would be the highlight of the week; who could fault them when Liz and Cassidy relaxed knowing the download was going well, and their friend wasn't just lost inside a file somewhere in the old computer?

Then, it begun. A twitch in her hand, and a crinkle of her nose, Mari began to stir as her internal systems booted up. Before she opened her eyes, Mari rubbed at them and stretched her arms high above her head, working out her limbs. Then, straight ahead Mari glanced to the group. Her eyes were large and dark, an echo of Charlie’s yet bigger somehow, searching in the dim workshop and catching its meager light as she looked all around.

Then, she was up like a flash! Running and skipping to meet Henry, the considerably shorter android nearly knocked him over with the force of her hug, unable to stop the weird warm feeling that coated her face. It was tears that ran down her eyes and now stamped the front of Henry's shirt as she embraced him—actual tears, not merely painted onto a jester’s mask.

“Hi, sweetheart!” Henry couldn't help but laugh, the term of endearment slipping out completely of its own accord. She was like Charlie in so many ways, he couldn't help it—he'd designed the Puppet from Charlie's vision, and when fused together they'd been one and the same.

Now separated again, they had their own distinct personalities, although Mari would always have a little bit of Charlie in her... and vice versa. Really, she was just another kid in Henry's ever-growing adoptive family. Now, she had a human body to match!

The old ghost rubbed Mari's back in soothing circles until she finally pulled away, completely ignoring the wet stains on his shirt. He'd shed a tear or two himself, though he was quick to scrub those away before the girl saw lest she start crying anew. Instead he gently cupped her face in his hands, using his thumbs to wipe off the excess liquid from underneath Mari's large eyes. Henry smiled down at her, knowing he'd made the right choices in tweaking what used to be Charlie's predicted elder-teen face that the girl unfortunately never got to experience. If one were to look at his old and new daughters side by side, there'd be no question in anyone's mind that they were sisters.

“How do you feel?!” Henry asked, smiling as he finally released the tiny android.

The room waited with baited breath for Puppet to finally speak after so long. Henry knew what her voice box was supposed to sound like, but that didn't mean it would be exactly as predicted. Freddy's, for instance, had taken on a much deeper timbre than originally programmed to match the human-soul-influenced AI that now controlled his body. 

Everyone seemed to be on the edge of their seats as the moment they’d all been waiting for had finally arrived. The former Puppet's eyes crinkled at the edges as she gave Henry a large grin, her voice coming out in note-like chimes to stick with Marionette's wholesome music box aesthetic.

“I'm so happy!”

There was no doubt that Charlie had an impact on the Puppet. While their voices were distinct from one another, she definitely had the same cadence as her ghostly counterpart.

“It's... everything I ever hoped it would be,” Mari admitted with a small sniff. Every feeling and sensation she had was so much more intense than experiencing it in her previous model. No more plush stuffing to mute the faux nerve endings. She turned slightly, wanting to look over the full group with her enhanced vision.

“I have SO much to tell everyone! I-I don't even know where to begin! Golly, I haven't been this wired since the 80s!” she said, bouncing in place with her new, more articulated joints. And then suddenly, she remembered—despite her immense love for those around her, Mari needed her other two favorite people around to celebrate as well.

“Ohmygosh! I need to get Charlie and Mikey! They're going to be so jazzed when they see me!” she buzzed, ready to zip off and rescue them from working the rest of the night.

Henry placed a hand over his heart as he listened to Mari speak. She was absolutely adorable, and he could feel the honesty and happiness in every word of that lilting voice.

“I'm so glad you love it, Mari,” he told her. With another chuckle he thought of Charlie and Mike sitting in a security office, not having the faintest clue about what just transpired below their feet. Rubbing the side of Mari's upper arm affectionately, Henry confirmed: “Bring them down here—I'm sure Sam won't mind if Mike slips out early for such a special occasion.”

Looking over her head, the paternal ghost locked gazes with Freddy and his son. “Fred, Gregory? Mind going with her? It'd be good for Mari to have back-up in case one of them passes out from shock.”

“It would be my pleasure,” Freddy agreed cheerfully, grinning as he helped Gregory to his feet. Approaching the freshly-commissioned android, he held out his elbow for Mari to wrap her arms around if she so desired. “Shall we go?” 

Gregory bounded to his feet besides his father, laughing at how fast Mari rushed to cling to him.

“Thank you, Freddy! I'll be back soon, Creator,” she said, waving to Henry and the others as she hugged Freddy's arm. Then she looked to Gregory, smiling kindly an taking his hand in one of hers. She pulled him close and bumped him with her hip in a genial manner. “Gregory... Thank you for your help. You're such a smart kid.”

Without him, who knows when they would’ve figured out how to transfer her! Or if they’d even still be around to do so…

“Say, Gregory?” Mari asked the now flustered boy. “Do you think we should prank them? They won't recognize me! I've always wanted to join in on the pranks, but there's never been a good time...”

Blinking, Gregory couldn't believe that this was the same person that’d been slinking around in that eerie Puppet’s body this whole time. It was funny how used to the masked figure he was. Now that a normal girl was speaking to him, it was like he didn't know how to answer her for a moment.

“Uh… duh! We always look for reasons to prank Mike and Charlie,” he said with a chuckle. He hoped that Mari couldn't recognize his inability to socialize, as she seemed far too happy to notice his sudden awkward disposition.

“I will pointedly look the other way,” Freddy said as they began walking up the winding hallways, expression shifting into a rare grin of what could only be considered wickedness. “That is, unless you would like some help with this particular prank of yours...”

It was all in good fun, and he knew whatever Gregory and Mari planned would only end in happiness and laughter for the group of friends. Besides, earlier that night Freddy had been accused yet again of being too uptight—this was a perfect opportunity to have some genuine fun with the kids he adored so dearly.

Mari held a look of barely contained excitement as she leaned on her friend. Freddy was always so supportive, thought the Puppet. So, together they began their scheming on the way up to the surface of the Pizzaplex…

***

Upstairs, Michael was slumped forward on the security desk, chin resting heavily in one palm as he flicked through camera feeds.

“You know—” he began slowly, gaze shifting to where Charlie was once again seated on the floor. “—I can't believe I'm saying this, but I totally forgot how boring this job could be when nothing's actually happening. Don't get me wrong; I'd take dead silence over killer animatronics any day, but man...” He let out a wistful sigh.

“It’s probably a good thing nothing’s happening though, right?” Charlie asked with a laugh, gently kicking the underside of his chair as she spoke. She’d been laying on the floor, giving herself sun spots in her vision by staring at the fluorescent lights. She craned her head now as Michael spoke to her.

As the camera feeds slowly cycled at Michael’s attentive clicks, one thing soon stood out: a girl, thin and with short, shaggy hair could be spotted in the atrium by the Daycare. She was standing in the middle of the fountain, carelessly splashing away at the water. She even seemed to be collecting the loose change she found in the shallow waters before deciding to climb even higher on the structure towards the roof of the waterfall.

“Uh... who the hell's that?” Mike asked, instantly honing in on the movement. With another sigh, he pushed his chair away from the desk and stood, patting down his security belt in a habit that was still ingrained after all these years. Well, he'd just complained about a lack of action, so this must be the universe's answer.

“Alright, let's go—you're my back-up,” he announced, hoisting Charlie to her feet. He unlocked the security door and began walking swiftly to the atrium, thinking aloud as they went. “Looks like a kid to me—maybe a teenager? Not sure, but whoever it is I don't recognize them...”

Michael grimaced slightly, shooting a look at his more supernaturally-inclined friend over his shoulder. “Think it could be another missing kid that found their way up on their own? This place is locked down tight now…”

“No clue,” Charlie replied with a shrug, a little worried in case a teenager did somehow make her way into currently locked down Pizzaplex. Unless she snuck in the same time as Terry, she could’ve been here even longer. This town had a serious problem with watching where their children were…

It wasn’t a very long trip towards the Daycare. Hiding around the corner, Freddy and Gregory waited in the shadows, occasionally laughing to themselves and quickly shushing the other for fear of being heard by any passing night guards. But it was hard not to laugh! Watching Mari dramatically pick quarters and the occasional half dollar from the fountain like a kid who’s never even seen a penny before had them in stitches. When Marionette saw the guards fast approach from the corner of her eye, she pretended not to notice until Charlie called out at the base of the large water feature.

“Yo, kid! Get down! You’re going to get hurt up there!” she exclaimed, firstly concerned for the severe lack of sense this kid had for standing precariously at the top of the fountain.

To which the kid turned around and asked innocently, “Get down? But all the best coins are up here!”

“Down. Now.” Michael's tone left no room for debate. He clicked on his flashlight to shine it near the girl, careful to avoid her face in case the blinding light knocked her off balance. He placed his other hand on his hip, trying to stand in the most authoritative posture he could. “You see this uniform? I'm security. It's literally my job to make sure troublemakers like you don't knock their heads open falling off fountains. Now please get down so we can call your—wait a fucking second!”

The last past of Michael's speech was breathed out in a hiss, his eyes growing wide as dinner plates. With the flashlight's beam shining a low-light on the girl's face, Michael was able to make out her features—

Features that looked suspiciously similar to his best friend standing at his side.

“Oh my god... No fucking way...” The night guard seemed unable to form full sentences, his mind trying to process who exactly this girl might be. He'd thought Henry still had a few more days to go on his latest android creation, but... perhaps the man turned it into a rush job? Taking a step closer, Michael asked the girl in a hesitant voice: “...Mari?!”

“Oh, Mikey!” tutted the Marionette, pressing her index fingers into her cheeks as she shook her head at him. “You still curse like a sailor!”

She giggled, thinking it was funny how she’d disarmed them both so easily. They way Michael came in and thought he was going to tell her what to do had made a huge grin grow on her face. It warmed her heart too that Michael recognized her, and the girl would bat her heavy eyelashes at the pair.

Besides Mike, Charlie blinked at the sight of her favorite toy now come to life. It was like she was looking into a mirror that sent her about 40 years in the past, and Charlie nearly choked up over it. Mari looked amazing, and she would clamber into the pool of water to help her friend down from the top plateau.

“Mari?! Were you sneaking around on purpose? Oh man—you… You look—” Charlie stuttered, feeling Mari’s heavier body flop into her waiting arms.

“—I look spectacular? Amazing? As cute as a bug’s ear?” Mari said, knowing she did indeed look like her best friend. She was glad she got to copy her, as Mari thought Charlie was the best girl in the whole world and wanted nothing more than to emulate everything good she saw in her.

Freddy decided it was finally safe for he and Gregory to emerge. Leading his son by the hand, the pair stepped out of their hidden corner and walked over to the fountain.

“I see you found our friend!” Freddy called up to them, and Michael whipped his head around at the voice. With a raised eyebrow, the ursine man added: “I heard you by the way, Michael.”

“Aw, come on—you can't fault me for that!” Michael groaned. “I didn't know Gregory was around!”

Never mind the fact that if Mari had been just some random kid, they'd been subjected to a firsthand dose of Michael Afton's sailor mouth. To distract from being chewed out by the bear, Michael pulled the Puppet close to press his cheek against hers, making her face Freddy as well.

“Anyway—look! Henry outdid himself again.” A slight pause, where Michael's lips twisted downwards. “Wait... you were in on this, weren't you?”

“We didn’t expect you to recognize her so fast!” Gregory replied, wanting to stretch out the joke for as long as possible. “Oh man, Mike! You looked piss—angry! You looked so mad!” Gregory raved, nearly slipping up and cursing in front of his dad in the process.

Charlie squeezed the former Puppet, pulling her back as she found Michael bogarting the mini-version of herself. “Who wouldn’t recognize her? It’s obviously Mari!”

Suddenly being held up by the underarms like the doll she used to be, Mari found herself heating up in the face. She wasn’t used to the attention, usually taking to quietly soak in the parties and get-togethers in the background. Now that she was the center of the everything, she had the sweetest little smile and sparkles in her eyes at all the positive focus on her. 

Freddy ruffled Gregory’s hair a bit more harshly than usual, but that was the only consequence the boy received for the near-curse. It was too joyous of an occasion for Freddy to worry about his son almost taking after his big brother’s potty-mouth.

“The others are all waiting for us downstairs,” he announced, releasing Gregory’s hand to move closer to the fountain. “Mari was so excited to get you two in on the fun that we did not have time to properly celebrate!”

“Oh, well that’s no good.” Michael shook of his head, then proceeded to yoink Puppet out of Charlie’s grasp and carry her down the fountain, cautious of her dangling feet just above the water. Once clear of the puddles Michael set the girl on solid ground, then pulled out his phone. To his relief it was 5:56, so he didn’t feel bad about technically skipping out on his night guard duties early. Still, he sent Sam a private text reading:

Ur dad got Puppet into her new android!! We’re going to the basement to hang out; sorry to cut out 4 minutes early lol… coast has been clear all night since we last talked. How’s Chica?

While Michael typed, Freddy used his tall stature to help Charlie down from the fountain, giving her an amiable side hug afterwards. She and the Puppet’s happiness had always been infectious, so the two of them combined were a force to be reckoned with that made Freddy’s cheeks hurt from the unflappable grin he wore.

Charlie was happy to embrace the old bear. She’d missed him and Gregory in her escapades tonight, and took to messing up the boy’s hair with both hands much to his dismay. Gregory playfully smacked away her palms, which resulted in a low velocity slap-fight. When Mari was set down on the ground, Michael may have found it hard to text as she wrapped her arms securely around his waist and clung to him as if she were still her tall and lanky self.

“I missed you guys so much…,” the old security bot proclaimed in her melodic voice. As she spoke, a text message alert would sound on Michael’s phone.

Ball joint. Chica’s head. I have to find a soft mallet to smack her head back on right. She’ll be up and running soon.

You could practically feel Sam’s frustration with what should’ve been a simple project. He sent another as Michael finished reading the last one.

Have fun! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do

Giving Michael his blessing to clock out and go hang out with the others. Mari in the meantime had detached herself and put her hands way above her head.

“Guys! I can do cartwheels like Charlie now! Watch! Watch me—” she said, tipping over and whipping herself over to do a handstand. Though this seemed to be her first time at attempting one; when her arms gave out from actually feeling the weight of her body, she crumpled into a small heap with her legs over her head.

“OOPS!” she groaned, laughing when she found herself pulled upright by Charlie’s helpful hands. “Oh… Maybe not! Hehe~”

“Be careful!” Freddy chimed in, quick to assist Charlie in pulling the smaller android to her feet. He brushed some wayward dirt off the back of her shirt as he gave her a look of understanding. “A new body may take a bit of time to get used to.”

Michael snickered at the former animatronic’s acrobatic attempt. “Yeah, now you’ve got to deal with proportionate limbs. Kinda sucks sometimes—oof!”

The guard nearly toppled over as Mari latched onto him in another hug, though whether this was due to her overwhelming emotions or simply to shut him up, he hadn’t a clue. Even so, he wasn’t going to complain. He’d gotten used to the long limbs of Puppet wrapping around him, but it was admittedly nice to feel something a bit more… solid. It was different being clung to by a robotic security doll versus what for all intents and purposes was “human”. Leaning his elbows on top of Mari’s head as a resting place, Michael texted Sam back:

You sure you don’t need help?? I could swing by on the way to the basement… maybe take Fred and Gregory, if you want

He paused, then with a shit-eating grin added:

I don’t want u to stress yourself out & keel over, old man; please let me know if I can help

He’d never be able to get away with treating any other boss like this, but Sam was a special case. Plus, he hoped his sincere offer of assistance cut the harshness of the jibe, if only slightly. 

With Mari content to be used as a stand for Michael's phone as long as he let her hug him, she rubbed her head into the side of his ribs. This old habit of greeting people and showing her love would be a hard one to kill given nonverbal cues were her only ways of talking until now. Anticipating his text messages, a typing bubble had popped up on Sam's side and he was quick to retort.

Ha ha very funny, geezer. I'll take it easy when I'm dead lol. I just ask that you, Fred and Charlie stick around for when the morning shift shows up. I have this whole itinerary planned involving introducing you guys.

How Sam ever found the time for any of this was beyond the comprehension of his loved ones. The Devil worked hard, but Samuel Emily works harder when he has a deadline and sixteen consecutive hours of sleep over the past four days.

Apparently Charlie had gotten tired of Michael hogging Mari again, and slowly slipped her very pliable arms from around him. Unhooking her grip and picking up her old friend into her arms as if she were some giant doll, Mari very much tolerated being held like this and even laughed as Charlie stole her back.

“We have a lot to talk about, Mari,” Charlie said affectionately, hoisting her friend up and swinging her gently, limp legs sweeping a foot from the tiles as they walked.

You got it, boss. We’ll meet you in your office at 7; give staff some time to show up

After finalizing plans, Michael slipped the phone in his pocket and glared at Charlie’s retreating back. She may have snatched Mari away but there was another, even more malleable person around for Mike to carry. Gregory was subsequently snatched under the arms and flung into the air, then transferred to Mike’s shoulders when he came down.

“Charlie, Freddy—Sam wants us to stick around for a bit before we head back to the hotel so he can introduce us to dayshift,” Michael announced.

“That is fine,” Freddy said, noting Gregory clearly having the time of his life towering over everyone. “Superstar, perhaps you can stay in Sam’s office while we are busy? I do not think it wise to show your face just yet, and it will take a while to retrieve you from the basement if you remained there…”

Not that anyone thought Gregory wanted to be around so many people right now anyway—especially strange adults. The only two he’d know were Sophie and Vanessa, and he didn’t have the best track record with either of them.

Gregory tapped the top of Michael's head, sitting on his shoulders and wondering if they could sneak into a movie like that—it reminded him a little of the old cartoons. Gregory himself even wondered if he was just especially aerodynamic, making throwing him around irresistible to the others.

“Please,” Gregory said, clearly not up for meeting anyone new. If they were a ghost or a robot, he'd be more into the idea. But no more people, and certainly not now. “I was gonna ask to stay behind, honestly.”

“I'll watch him! I love Gregory,” Mari announced, able to tell the boy was becoming cagey at the thought of meeting new people. You didn't have to look at her to hear the smile in her voice. “I'm the best security ‘droid around! Well, besides from Mikey.”

“I’d gladly share the title with you,” Michael snickered

Hearing raucous voices approaching outside the workshop, Henry had stepped into the hallway to greet everyone, arms crossed and eyes sparkling as he took in the happy group.

“Glad to see Mari found you!” he laughed, clapping Michael on the shoulder as he passed. The guard had to crouch upon entering to avoid smacking Gregory’s head on the doorframe, and once inside it appeared the whole crowd was still hanging out.

Evan, Liz, and Cassidy were sitting near Hannah as she practiced her guitar under Bonnie’s watchful tutelage. Meanwhile, in the other corner Cain and Quinn were using Monty as a jungle gym, clambering up his side, over his shoulder, then down his tail and repeating the process. What made this game special was the gator’s penchant for randomly snapping his tail in a whip-crack motion, flinging whichever boy was unfortunate enough to be on it in an unspecified direction. Monty found that not only did these twins match perfectly with his roughhousing tendencies, but their ability to not get hurt meant they could play in ways that would probably make Freddy tear his hair out if he tried with a non-ethereal kid.

“Hey, y’all made it back!” the gator greeted with a friendly wave. “We were startin’ to think we’d hafta ditch the party before it got started.”

“We’re here for an hour,” Michael told the room, finally setting Gregory on solid ground. “Then some of us have boring work stuff to do upstairs.” 

If Gregory was lucky, Quinn and Cain would now be too tired out from messing around with Monty to come and bother him. Not that the boys were that mean to him anymore. Then again, Gregory hadn't done much to provoke them lately... When Gregory heard the guitar playing, he attempted to steer Michael into walking by Bonnie's open guitar lesson.

“She's already getting better,” Gregory whispered to Mike, surprised at the progress she made. Maybe as a ghost she didn’t need callouses to easily press down on the frets of the guitar. He admired her playing from afar, watching Hannah and the others as his head rested on the top of Michael's like a pillow.

Mari had wormed her way gently out of Charlie's grasp and ran to the boys. She’d seen Quinn being launched back towards the darkness and found nothing at that moment more delightful. First, though, she’d stop to greet Henry; the man who made all of this possible for her deserved the attention. She would slide into Henry's leg and latch on tight, squeaking slightly from the effort.

“Hiiii!” she sang, her eyes shut tight.

“Hey!” the old ghost laughed, scooping the little android up into a proper embrace. When Charlie came within grabbing range he snaked out an arm to catch her, reeling her into the group hug. Noticing that Freddy was now alone, Henry called to him with a grin. “Get in here, Fredbear!”

There was no choice but for Freddy to oblige, falling onto the Emily's with a chuckle and basking in the warmth.

What an odd family, Charlie thought to herself. Still, it was better than being alone inside a rotting diner. She counted herself lucky as she was squeezed around all sides.

“Creator—” Mari cooed affectionately, sandwiched between Henry and Charlotte in their group hug. “—what are you working on next? Charlie and Michael have been severely pranked. Michael cussed so hard at me!”

“I think that’s enough practicin’ fer today, carrot-cake,” Bonnie said as Gregory and Mike made their way over, leaning forward on the bending milk-crate he chose for a throne. “Just remember to practice your chord progression. And really make it dynamic! Speed it up, slow it down. It’s all about trainin’ your hands.”

Gregory listened to Bonnie talk; he’d never thought the dopey Bunny would make such a good teacher. As if reading his mind, Bonnie hid his mouth with his hand and said as a little group secret to all the kids and Michael: “You know, I’m the one that taught Montgomery Gator how to slap a bass! Shhh, he doesn’t know I tell people that—”

Of course, Monty’s advanced hearing—tuned into the rabbit especially now that he was up and about—picked up on Bonnie’s comment.

“I can hear ya, cotton-tail,” he murmured, though his tone was nothing but playful. Having tired the blonde twins out sufficiently, Monty ambled over to the musical group and placed a hand on his hip, grinning down at Hannah as he jabbed a thumb to his chest. “Bon mighta taught me a few things, but I know my stuff, too! You call me if you ever get bored of the ol’ purple chatterbox here, got it?”

“Got it,” Hannah giggled, a bit overwhelmed by all the attention. She got to her feet, the guitar clutched tightly to her chest as if she never wanted to let it go. She did set it down after a moment, only so she could wrap her arms around Bonnie’s neck in a tight hug, burying her face in his shoulder. She felt happy, she really did… but things were still overwhelming sometimes, and Hannah had a feeling they would be for quite a while.

But Bonnie? He felt safe, and Hannah would cling to that any chance she got.

“Thanks, Bonnie,” she said quietly, squeezing tight. “I’m super glad I got to meet you.”

Bonnie hands sort of hovered hesitantly over Hannah’s back for a moment. Sure he received sentiments of affection from children frequently. Then, there was Hannah and her sweet and mellow words. She was somewhat of an odd kid out here—too demure to catch up with the rowdy twins, and too new to really know the old ghosts. She seemed to have most in common with Gregory—though he wasn’t always here…

Hannah needed someone. A mentor! Bonnie could be like that…

It was funny, as Bonnie finally accepted the hug and put what he thought of as his soul into it: it felt warm. Like he’d been away from home for a week and just found it again.

“You need anythin,’ you come find me or Monty now, you hear me?” Bonnie asked of her gently. “You’re my friend now, Hannah. Please take good care of my ol’ guitar. She’s very special to me…”

Sensing this was a bonding moment for the two of them, those in the immediate vicinity wandered off to different parts of the workshop. Evan trailed along as Michael took Gregory back to the newly refurbished Mari and her group, where Henry was currently telling the android in a jovial tone: “You can just stick with ‘Henry,’ you know—no need for all that ‘Creator’ stuff!”

“Oooops!” Mari said feeling sort of embarrassed. Maybe calling him that was sort of putting him on a pedestal. But he was a person worth doing that to, in Mari’s opinion.

“What are you up to, Henry?” she tried it out, though it almost seemed like the first time Charlie had used his name aloud.

“…We’ll work on that, kiddo,” Henry chuckled at Mari’s strained attempt. He shook his head lightly, musing on how pleasantly strange it was for what had been a silent, masked animatronic for forty-odd years now, in a way, seemed like a kid experiencing the world for the first time.

“As for what I’m doing—” the old ghost continued, suddenly reaching out and pinching one of Charlie’s cheeks with a triumphant grin. “—I’m currently annoying my adorable daughter. But if you’re wondering what my next project is…” Henry’s deep eyes flickered to the approaching Afton’s—specifically Michael. He looked back at Mari with a wink. “That’s a secret for now. Maybe I’ll fill you in then we’re not in mixed company.”

“You talking about me?” Michael asked with an accusing glare, suspicious of the man’s side-eyed glance.

“Of course, Mike—I’m spilling your deepest, darkest secrets,” Henry responded in a deadpan so serious, for a second Michael’s eyes started to widen until his uncle cracked another grin. “No, we’re talking about something else. Although I did hear you cussed up a storm in front of Mari’s innocent little ears?”

With eyes rolling to the sky, Michael replied: “Look, I was surprised, okay? My filter disappears when I’m surprised. Also, hate to break it to you, but she is not innocent despite that fresh new face.”

Mari knew exactly what Mike was referring to when he claimed she was a little less than innocent. Not that Henry would know the extent she’d once intended to take her revenge. She chose to plead the fifth, not saying a word. She was supremely content to have Henry believe she was a perfect creation incapable of doing any wrong. Though to err was human, and Mari was one of the more human AIs to come out of Fazbear Entertainment.

Charlie could feel like her cheeks might bruise with her dad’s pinches. Laughing, she would playfully push his hand away and exclaim to the group: “Oh! Are we telling embarrassing Mike stories? I have a bunch of embarrassing Mike stories.”

This caught Gregory’s attention, and he looked to Charlie with intrigue. He leaned in over Michael’s shoulders and asked her “What?! You’ve been holding out on us!”

Charlie raised her hands and shook her head in response. “Unfortunately, I can’t spill any of them—Mike knows all my embarrassing secrets. That wouldn’t end well if I told you anything…”

“Yes, Charlotte, did you forget we have enough dirt on each other to fill the Grand Canyon?” Michael threatened with a wide grin.

Though their human lives ended much sooner than they should’ve, the pair had gotten in enough trouble over the years to form bonds and memories that surpassed time and space. Now that things had returned to a sense of normalcy, it was admittedly nice to joke about such things.

“Oh?” Henry crossed his arms, giving his daughter a look of paternal suspicion she hadn’t seen in a very long time. “And I’m guessing much of this information would be news to me, too?”

“Uh… sorry, Henry; best friend code, and all that!” Michael gave a nervous sort of laugh. If Henry knew the sort of trouble he’d gotten Charlie into, they’d both be grounded for eternity.

“That’s alright,” a tiny voice chimed in. Evan, silent and observant as ever, floated up next to Mari and wrapped his arms around her shoulders for a change, gazing up at Mike with bright eyes. “You guys might’ve hung out all the time, but Liz and I lived with him—I know sooooo much stuff you wouldn’t be able to dream of!”

Michael let out an offended gasp, his expression twisted in shock. “Traitor! You better keep that little mouth shut, or—”

“Or what?” The smirk on Evan’s face rivaled the one Michael usually wore. He clung to Mari tighter and added in a sing-song voice: “Good luck catching me! I can float!”

“I’ve got dirt on you too, you know…”

“Not nearly as much as I’ve got on you, Mikey.” The little Afton’s grin turned positively wicked. “Remember the George Michael poster…?”

This shut Michael up immediately, jaw clenched tight as he glared daggers at his little brother. Whatever happened between him and that poster was for them alone to know—and Evan too, apparently. 

Gregory looked at Evan with a peculiar glance. Obviously whatever he said was lost on the kid and voiced that confusion. “Who’s George Michael and what did you do to that poster…?”

“George Michael? You know, the guy from Wham! He sings Careless Whisper?” Charlie said, focusing less on what Michael may have exactly done to the poster to begin with. When Gregory still looked confused, Charlie sighed and really felt old in that moment. “Kids these days don’t know who George Michael is. Wow…”

“But,” Gregory interjected, now looking to Evan. “What did he do to the poster—”

Thoroughly interrupted when Charlie gently yanked Gregory from Michael’s shoulders, she told him “Hey! I think you should go play with your friends! We’re going to be leaving in a little and you need to get some sleep soon.”

“Unbelievable,” Michael griped, though he flashed Charlie a thankful look for ending that line of questioning. As she took Gregory away, Michael watched as Evan dislodged himself from Mari before grabbing the ghost in a headlock, rubbing his knuckles fiercely against his short brown hair. “And you are getting waaaay to cocky!”

“Ugh—Mike, nooo!” Evan wailed, trying in vain to free himself from his brother’s iron grip. Then in a blink he was gone, only to reappear behind Michael’s back and use the imbalance of his sudden disappearance to shove his brother forward. When Michael hit the floor with a grunt, Evan pounced on his back with a triumphant laugh, and the pair devolved into a mini-wrestling match right there on the floor.

“Goodness…,” Freddy murmured, at the same time Henry breathed out:

“Honestly…” in the same mildly exasperated tone. The pair shared a look, in full agreement that the Afton’s were all trouble in one way or another.

“GO EVAN, GO!” Gregory shouted over his shoulder, watching as Charlie clutched her sides. She wheezed out a laugh, unable to help herself as she saw Michael be swiftly taken down to the floor.

Over by the front of the defunct diner, Bonnie was standing against the wall, his arms crossed then dramatically whipping his palms out whilst pantomiming strumming something.

“C'mon Monty. You should pick up the banjo! You'd be the best one to learn how to 'hammer claw' anyway,” Bonnie was currently attempting to convince. Apparently banjos weren't very Glamrock...

Lizzie even agreed with Monty, laying on the floor and staring towards the ceiling with an annoyed expression plastered on her face.

“No one uses banjos in rock music, dumb bunny...,” she muttered. 

“Like the lil’ lady said, I’m not playin’ a dang banjo!” Monty reiterated with a shake of his head. “We hear enough twang from that accent of yours—we don’t need those strings addin’ background music!”

Hannah tried to suppress a giggle, as well as the urge to point out that Monty’s accent was just as pronounced, albeit from a different part of the south. She held her tongue on that matter, though was still quick to point out: “Isn’t there another instrument you can learn?”

“We can learn anything if given the proper software update,” Freddy’s low voice chimed in. After Henry assured him that this “fight” between the Afton brothers was nothing more than playful, Freddy chose to let them be and join his best friend and their companions. Crossing his arms, the ursine man leaned casually against Bonnie’s side as he smiled up at Monty. “Perhaps you can pick up the accordion, Monty? I think it would suit you.”

The gator stared at him with a dull expression, slowly pulling down his glasses with the tips of his claws in an exaggerated gesture of incredulity. “…If you’re serious, Fredbear, then you’ve got a few screws loose in your fancy new head. I ain’t playin’ the banjo, and I sure as heck ain’t playin’ the accordion.”

Freddy shrugged, chuckling at Monty’s reaction. It was nice to joke around with his friends again without fear they’d turn into monsters when the clock struck midnight. He hoped Chica and Roxy would be up and running soon—then he’d get to hang out with all his companions. Looking down at Gregory, his smile softened. Roxy would undoubtedly take a liking to the spitfire kid, and Freddy knew Chica would think he was the most adorable thing. He really couldn’t wait for them to all meet again under better terms. 

Bonnie kept a straight face, both Lizzie's and Monty's words didn't faze the happy-go-lucky rabbit. Then when Freddy mentioned the accordion, Bonnie had let loose a howling laugh. He could picture Monty playing the accordion! And that picture in Bonnie's mind made him cover his mouth.

“—Wait! Fredbear's onto somethin'.” Bonnie snorted, the children all gathered around now to watch the three interact. “We'll pioneer a new genre! Experimental Glam Folk. It'll be our side gig. Hannah! Do you wanna be our guitarist?”

Gregory laughed at the big rabbit. Who would think of something like that? He did have some faith in Bonnie that if he actually got his band to do this, there was a good chance he could find a way to make it sound good.

Meanwhile, an unsupervised Mari was digging around in the charging pod. After finding her old model resting peacefully on the ground, safe and sound in the still puddle she fell over in, she took hold of its mask. After a few tugs and a gentle twist, the cosmetic face panel came loose. It would make a neat mask, she thought. Besides, it was familiar in what seemed like a totally new world for her.

Monty held the side of his head as he shook it. “Naw, y'all are crazy—I'm supposed to be a rock star, not in a folk band! Get Chica to play with ya—she'd probably be into it.”

With another hearty laugh from Freddy and Bonnie, the pair began talking logistics of forming a folk band with Hannah, Chica, and Monty—completely disregarding the gator's reluctance, of course. The kids listened with rapt interest, feeling very much like they were watching a live-action version of Fazbear and Friends. Michael and Evan eventually made their way over after agreeing that they'd postpone their ongoing wrestling battle for another time. Henry and Mari watched from afar, chatting about all the things they'd never gotten to.

Well, Henry had been able to speak to Puppet quite a lot over the years, but for the first time she could actually talk back.

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[the-trixi-zone]

So I was on Character AI earlier today after making a Hatter bot, and at one point, Peanut (for some reason she’s here) tells me that Hatter was once a virologist from the UK before being sent to Lalaloopsy Land and going insane.

Next thing you know, I’m drawing yet ANOTHER picture of the Tumblr sexyman that MGA could’ve used to their advantage, but he’s sane and has a bit of a Doctor Who vibe, as well as our wonderful boy.

Hopefully I cam get it done today because oh my goodness I need my fanmade Hatter lore.

[boypussydilf]

Tumblr mutual Melteveryone would you happen to know which WOY eps would count as 'non-filler'/are more lore/overarching story driven. Or which eps are good in general :3c

oh boy its been probably over a year since the last time i watched it but i knew it inside and out for a while so i probably can still remember pretty good

in season 1:

the picnic (nothing remotely important happens in this episode it’s just the pilot but it’s good to have covered since it gets referenced later on… i believe)

the pet (first Really Good episode, i think, plus introduces Important Recurring… Character? Plot Device? Animal.)

the box/the hat (both good and also, hat lore)

the little guy

the date/the buddies (just fun)

the rider (Lore! A bit!)

in season 2:

oh god pretty much everything in woy season 2 is really good & technically relevant to the overarching plot

but to try and cover the best of the best and the most crucial plot or most lore shared:

the greater hater (Plot Crucial Episode 1)

the wanders

the good bad guy

the battle royale (Plot Crucial Episode 2)

the matchmaker

the black cube/the eye on the skullship

the secret planet/the bad hatter (events that will be referenced later on, lore that will Not get referenced again but is good)

the cartoon/the bot

the family reunion

my fair hatey (Plot Crucial Episode 3)

the legend

the waste of time (backstory!!!)

the night out

the flower

the end of the galaxy (Plot Crucial Episode 4)

This is a big ass list. Sorry. That’s just like half of all of the second season. Well hopefully this helps with whatever project you are undertaking :) 👍

[fabulous109]

My light- Embry Call

Chapter 6- Black Residence

As Emily and Embry arrived to the Black home, Emily was greeted with hugs all around. Billy knew she was tired after the flight, the drive, and the walk home so he sent Jacob and Quil to bring back her bags quickly and the old car that broke down. He was talking with Emily and Embry over left overs from dinner that evening. Really, he knew they would miss dinner due to Jacob’s plans, but he could keep up an act in good fun. He also secretly watched them. He could see it in Embrys eyes, but also saw how he was scared to make a move.

As the topic moved to the bakery and Emily’s job offers, the guys bust through the door with Emily’s bags. She excused herself to unpack and get ready for bed. The boys took that time to drop hints to Embry.

“So Embry, my man, how was the drive?” Quil started in on him as Jacob rolled his eyes. No one could trust Quil to make it not awkward.

“It would’ve been nicer if the drive could have completed here, wouldn’t it Jake?” He replied.

“Yeah, but isn’t it great that you got more alone time with your best friend?” Jacob corned.

At that statement Quil looked shocked, “I thought I was your best friend?”, which question earned a playful smack from Jacob on the back of his head.

Embry gave all the men in room a look one by one, and it clicked.

“You mean to tell me Jake that you set me up?” Embry whispered screamed so Emily couldn’t hear him. “Yes we did man. Seriously you both have heart eyes for each other every summer. You text and call every single day all year. You get sad when she isn’t here and beside yourself excited when summer comes. We are your best friends but she is more. So what are you going to do about it?” Jacob almost was willing to lose the bet if this was cheating just to get them together and the games over with.

At that moment Emily walks out after a shower and wearing her pjs. She looks at the guys who all have a guilty or shocked look on their face. “What?” Emily asks. No one answers her, instead Billy asks Jacob about the condition of the old car. Quil and Jacob help him outside to the garage for a check of the damage, leaving Emily and Embry alone in the house.

Emily moved to the couch beside Embry knowing she still wanted answers.

“What did you hear?” Embry would not look at her.

“Nothing just guilty faces. Why?” Emily replied.

“Can I ask you something? Like promise no matter the answer our friendship won’t change?” Embry looked at Emily hoping for a positive answer.

Suddenly it clicked, but Emily didn’t have the answer Embry wanted. “I don’t think I can Embry. I mean I wanted to mention this to you earlier…like a long, long time ago earlier…” at that Embry’s heart began to race and you can see the struggle on his face. His anxiety was obvious to Emily but she knew she had to say what needed to be said.

“I can’t keep going on with just being friends if there is never a chance of anything more.” With those words Embry whipped his head around to study her. “You mean you feel the same? That what the guys said was true?” Emily gave him a knowing look, “so you finally heard huh?”

At this point both teens were hopefully and confused.

“You first” they both said so Embry took the initiative.

���Emily I’m going to say this now, and I hope the rest of this summer doesn’t die if you don’t feel the same. I love you. I have since I met you. I want a life with you more than summers, texting and calling. I want you to stay. I was going to build up courage and hopefully ask before you leave, but I couldn’t wait anymore after what I was told. I would say it’s okay if you don’t feel the same and if you don’t feel the same, I won’t come around this summer. I just want you to be happy.” Emily stared at him with awe and tears in her eyes.

“Oh gosh Emily please don’t cry. I’m sorry I’ll go home and-“ Emily interrupted him with -“finally I know you feel the same!” She threw her arms around him as Quil walked in having heard it all.

Quil hugged both of them almost crying, to which Emily and Embry immediately gave him a dirty look.

“Quil this is not a group activity.” Emily said and laughed while pushing him off.

“So does this mean we have a happy couple?” Billy winked while asking when he was being pushed back inside by Jake. “It is if she will have me as that. We will discuss labels later. How about movie and popcorn like our traditional starts to the summer?” Embry looked at Emily smiling.

“I’m down with that,” Jacob grinned. “but no making out!”

Emily blushed and agreed as Quil went to get the popcorn.

“Emily and Embry. We will leave you alone but hands to self in front of us please? Same rules apply to sleepovers however Embry you are welcome to stay whenever now. Doors open 24/7 while you are here or else I plan to bust through the door yelling surprise ok?” Billy was always supporting yet stern. Both teens smiled and agreed.

“Now as for the bet we had boys, I think Jacob technically didn’t cheat but let’s just say he is $50 richer unfortunately.” Billy reminded them and Quil groaned. “Man there was a new video game I wanted,” Quil complained as Embry and Emily tunned them all out holding hands under the blankets as Jacob started the movie.