#i ain't playing to win

[dransnake]

You know it would actually be REALLY funny if Money won this Splatfest. I know Shiver has won a lot lately, but like. Y'all it's so refreshing seeing the most popular team NOT get the sneak peek for once. This is shaping up to be a really interesting Splatfest and I am here for it

[rationales]

Chelsie Baham wins BB26 7-0, making history as the first unanimous female winner, the second black female winner, the third black winner, and the first black winner to play a perfect game!

[arcanesarts]

oc-tober day 11: zero escape au

i think joe should be in akane's situation i think it's like a natural progression for him i think he should be in the nonary games. i think if he were in there it would play out exactly the same

[jonathanbyersphd]

JANCY NATION KEEPS WINNING

JANCY NATION RIGHT NOW:

[miramisaki]

60(???) days until Charlie...??

[thereluctantfollower]

First of all, you should relax with the topic of books, I read them, even the Charlie trilogy to the tales from pizzaplex

but there is a lot of evidence that monty did it

The last time Bonnie was seen was at Monty Golf.

In the Fazbear story that we see about Bonnie and Monty in Ruin, it is seen that in the tornado that Monty generates, there is secretly a Bonnie flying out of there.

Monty's claws fit perfectly with Bonnie's wound

Below Glamrock Bonnie body is Monty Golf's carpet

There is green paint on Bonnie's chest.

When you kill Monty, a light goes one Glamrock Bonnie's face behind Monty.

in hw 2 we literally see monty's head crush glamrock bonnie

There is a lot of evidence that proves this, the only thing that proves tales from pizzaplex is that Monty was already aggressive before mimic1 affected the glamrocks' programming, not that he was innocent

You can believe it or not, but saying that there is no evidence is already being a denier of something that seems very evident.

In hw2, Monty wasn't present for. Everyone in the fandom made jokes about it even. There is bowling but again, nothing to gleam from that.

Sorry, I guess following the books and what Scott tells thru his FNaF is wrong then. Though there is clear difference between headcanon and canon. I already gave you links, hand hold even.

Monty never raised his claws at anything, not even his own room until after the mimic01 program.

Bonnie was long dead before any of that, meaning Monty didn't do anything.

None of the glamrocks are strong enough to cause the damage done to Bonnie, the way the Mimic has. As that got ignored when pointed out, Mimic can in fact act out and become a deadly force without anything holding it back.

Bonnie is seen lying dead, behind his bowling area. Playing ruin shows this, with bowling balls spread about even.

Only "evidence" on Monty, was never meant to be evidence. The camera feed, that message we take from those bags. Reading about Bonnie alive and well, last seen in Gator Golf? That's what Fazbear Ent sees. Cameras being messed with is what we see in ruin. With Cassie seeing Gregory being hunted by Vanny, but we don't see her. Her illusionary disc messes with the feed.

And you did not play the games, you keep expressing as such. Monty never got claws when Bonnie was around. This was in the games. On the walls, showing blueprints. I shared a link with this even. Keep ignoring that and I'll match your energy.

In ruins, again, links posted before and several others pointed this out. That alludes to the Prototype being the possible suspect. No head on cutouts? No head on Proto Freddy either. Play the game, take your time with it.

Mimic has a habit of removing limbs. So if you played the games and read the books, as you stated otherwise by typing up that reply, tell me what happened to Bonnie.

To help out further, Bonnie got torn apart by limbs.

[th3-c0ll3ct3r]

Nah not my college doing a presentation on Domestic Abuse and, like I'm part of the team that authorities important topic and today was meant to be in AI security (Btw I'm not a teacher. Student Council!)

So when I saw the topic I was SHOCKED

Asked afterwards and they were like "Yeah due to recent online events we thought we should address some things"

IM SORRY WHAY-

MY COLLEGE HAS A TWITTER ACCOUNT???

(but seriously I'm so proud of my college ya'll🥹)

[rickeajacksons]

so with Cameron Brink out for the season unfortunately top 3 choices for WNBA ROTY (Reese, Caitlin Clark or Rickea Jackson) undecided for Edwards

i think it'll be between angel and caitlin tbh anon. don't see any other girls getting enough attention for it unless they really show out to finish the year...

[zevrans-remade]

💀

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

[lovesickgoose]

Everything reminds me of them (soldier and zhanna) (sniper and scout) (medic and heavy) (demo and eng-

[moisette]

I didn't much care for getting bled out for 4 minutes.

I don't know how to play against this Killer, honestly... I know you destroy the pods but he can just keep replacing them. I also know pallets aren't super safe so I didn't want to waste any...

I...don't know what Ash and Yui were doing... I should have done a better job with taking a hook. I trusted that these guys were better in chase than me and stayed out of their way.

I...didn't expect this outcome. It's been so long since I booped a Pig and lived xD; No hate to Pig players - they just seem super serious when I play against them. I stopped booping a long time ago... My sister asked me why I never boop so she'll like this xD

[asterisque]

//i finished the engage dlc again (as soon as i could play it on my new file i did it and man, i had no characters and no emblems to use but who cares, difficulty: hard) and man

rafal

i'm love you

[darlingpassion]

Uhm... thought.

Do you think maybe... the reason why Rena is s o attached to Henry is because... um... he sees her the same way she sees herself?

Worthless??

I mean she doesn't REALISE she thinks that- it's completely subconscious and buried under layers and layers, but it's there.

Anyway, happy day off XD I hope you have a good day!! ^^ Just dropping by with a lil angst, don't mind me-

I'll send something nice, too. Hold on XD

Alright, cool. Cool. Drop this in my inbox for me to read in the morning why don't you 😭😭😭😭😭😭

In all seriousness I can see that! Henry doesn't really see her past a nice way to get off. And even then, he's too scared and annoyed by her to want anything past a fuck (hence why Rena'd have to blackmail him to marry her). So yeah, to put it simply, he really doesn't see much worth in her.

That implies that, on the opposite end with Poppy loving her and not wanting to give up on her, Rena isn't too invested with her. Maybe being in Poppy's presence brings those unfamiliar feelings (her realizing how she sees herself. Or maybe her actually seeing value in herself because Poppy sees that in her), and she'd rather be with a guy like Henry because he doesn't bring any uncomfortable thoughts and feelings?

So I guess Shiny is the middle ground between them 🤔 she doesn't like Rena, they have hot hate sex, and Rena loves that. But on occasion, they have quiet moments. Moments that are calm and steady and they can relate to each other. Shiny doesn't like Rena's behavior, but she also can see her younger self in the woman (I say like Shiny is the milf of this relationship XD). And the unfamiliarity starts creeping in with Rena. Not too much like Poppy, but enough where she may notice. It's a pretty interesting dynamic between all four of them 🤔

On a somewhat more light hearted note; I'm just imagining that scene between Captain Soaulding and that woman he woke up with in The Devil's Rejects, but with Henry and Rena 😅 "Damn it, woman. Didn't you get enough pounding last night?? My dick is still sore." // "Oh~? I can make it feel sooo much better, you know~" // "Fucken' hell..."

[pearlzier]

𝅄⠀⠀ㅤׂ ⠀sleepy gf quiet gamer bf, smut⠀ 𓈒⠀⠀✧

"that's it, baby, that's it, there we go, that's my girl," matt groans softly as you sink down onto his cock, the soft, wet squelching sound making his thighs tense faintly beneath you. he almost whimpers at the sight of you so blissed out, so sleepy but needy for him to fuck you. you'd woken up minutes before, soaked with need. he was surprised, to realise how wet you were, all because of him. but he was on call with his friends, so the two of you needed to be quiet.

being quiet was most definitely not your thing.

you were characteristically loud when in bed with matt. it wasn't your fault, necessarily. matt made you see fucking stars. so the blame for your borderline pornographic moans couldn't be placed solely on you. it was as much matt's fault as it was yours. as much as matt loved your pretty sounds, he also didn't want his friends overhearing the two of you when he was supposed to be focused on winning.

"gotta be quiet, ma," matt grunts, realising his friends are getting a little suspicious of how long his mic had been turned off. he would've kept it off the whole time so he could fuck your tight little hole as much as he wanted to, as much as the two of you wanted, but still. "don't want them to hear you, do you? hear how good you feel when i fuck you, huh?" you shake your head, to respond, but also to try shake away some of your drowsiness.

"don't want them to hear me," you agree quietly, slowly grinding your hips as you simultaneously shimmied a little more out of your fluffy pajama bottoms, the soft material brushing against matt's thighs causing him to groan a little bit. "gonna turn my mic back on, okay? gotta stay quiet for me." he turns it on, as promised, and he laughs at his friend's responses, giving you a quick look in the process.

you had to be quiet, because matt wouldn't be happy if you weren't. you knew what he was like when that happened, he was so unfair. your hands grasp at his shirt a little, as you shift your weight, and quiet little sounds slip past his lips at the way you move. he'd call you a tease if he didn't know how sleepy you were. no way you'd tease him in a state like this. his half-lidded blue eyes flutter over you and he smirks to himself, his hands preoccupied with the controller as he played.

it was up to you to get off, the look in his eyes told you. matt was busy with his game. he couldn't bounce you on his dick like he usually would, or hold you down so you could grind, no, you had to use your pretty head and think for yourself without his help for once. so cruel of him. you were the one who came to him all needy and horny in the first place, after all.

"mmh," you whine pathetically, under your breath, just quiet enough so matt's mic won't pick it up. he laughs at you, chuckles at how needy you are, mumbling under his breath, "go on then, baby, i can't help you." he's so mean, you think to yourself, as you try to lift your hips up and down on him. a low grunt slips past his lips, your walls gliding up and down on him.

"you're so mean," you huff out, trying to gain a momentum. you're so tired, as are your thighs, so moving is practically impossible. matt watches you for a moment, the impossibly slow pace you're setting making arousal coil in his stomach. he can barely stay quiet, grunts escaping him occasionally. "i ain't mean, baby, jus' busy." he was being unfair and he knew it.

this goes on for another fifteen minutes or so. you leaking on his dick, making a mess, unable to chase that releass you so dearly crave.

all while he laughs and jokes with his friends about a round of a game you honestly couldn't give two shits about.

eventually, he feels the tiniest shred of mercy. matt notices how sleepy you are and the way you're about to fall asleep with him inside, and he takes pity on you, deciding on finding a way to wrap up his gaming session with his boys. "s'gettin' late and i gotta do some shit in the mornin', but i'll catch up with you guys soon, aight?" his friends grumble agreements, a little disappointed as to their standards it wasn't even that late.

arguably 3am was late, but okay.

you don't start whining and whinging until you're absolutely sure his friends are gone, and it's like a dam's been broken the moment you are. "matt, please," you beg, "please, please.. wanna.. touch me, please," it's pathetic and whiny and you're absolutely not ashamed because he'd been a total dickhead in not helping you and now you just wanted to come. was that so bad?

"so needy, sweetheart.." matt mutters, a coy smirk playing on his lips as he leans back in the gaming chair, watching how you look, sat on him like that. his hands glide over your body, and you mewl at the touch, back arching instinctively. the way your tight walls squeeze him when your back arches urges him to finally give in and give you what you want, his hands sliding down to your hips. "just needed my attention, thought so," he starts slowly grinding his hips, bucking up into you in gentle motions. you let out soft gasps, pretty noises falling to his ears and only encouraging him more.

"that's it.. you ride my cock so pretty, ma," he's practically doing the work for you, since he knows how tired you are, but that doesn't mean he's not proud of you for even trying. his head tilts back, blue eyes watching you as he bounced you. "gonna fuck you so good, babe, make you see stars, huh? couldn't sleep? don't worry, baby, don't worry," he mumbles, oh, he'd get you to sleep. don't worry about it.

๋࣭ ⭑ taglist / @mattslolita , @st7rnioioss , @flairdean , @mattsluv , @bepositiveforachange , @poetatorturadaa , @onlynextdoor

[hairmetal666]

Steve wins the bat plush at a fair when he's seven. He doesn't care about bats, but it's the prize for making all five baskets in the basketball game, so he gets the little bat. Its eyes are a little crooked and one wing is slightly smaller than the other, but it being lopsided sort of makes it cuter.

He and his dad, they're supposed to be going on rides now, but his dad's pager keeps going off. He puts Steve next to a funnel cake stand, tells him not to move, and goes in search of a pay phone. Fifteen minutes pass, and Steve is bored under the flashing lights and tinkling music. He wants to play not sit and wait.

Eventually, he drifts back towards the midway, watches the people rushing by, searches for a sign of his dad's return. His attention is caught by another boy at the basketball booth. He has to be about Steve's age, with a mop of dark curls on top of his head and a jean jacket that's slightly too big, sleeves flopping over his hands as he lines up his shots.

This boy, he's terrible at basketball. Every shot is too high or too short or goes wide, but he's trying. Even from this distance, Steve can see how hard he's trying. He uses up his five balls, fishes into his jacket pocket for more money, and gets five more.

He misses every shot. This time, when he goes back for more money, he comes up empty. Steve thinks he sees his lip shaking.

A man, one in a leather jacket and boots that Steve thinks look mean, comes up to the boy, drops a heavy hand on his shoulder. He's too far away to hear the conversation, assumes the boy asks to play again and the man's response is a shaken head and a tight smile. They walk away from the games, right towards Steve, who slinks back to the side of the midway, not wanting to be caught staring.

"What was it you wanted? That stupid bat? Just another piece of trash you wanna bring in my house." Steve hears as they pass.

The boy nods, but keeps his eyes down and to the side.

He feels bad then. Felt bad before, but now he looks at his own bat, at its funny eyes and poorly attached wings, and wishes he could hand it over to the boy who really wants it. Steve almost does, then, makes to go after them, but his dad appears, dropping a hand to Steve's shoulder and saying, "ready to hit those rides?" And he knows the opportunity is gone, knows his dad will say it's too soft, not what men do.

Steve manages to lose himself for a while in the swirling lights and funhouse music and carnival rides, forget about the little bat in his back pocket and the boy who wanted one so desperately. But then his dad's pager goes off some more, he goes back to the pay phone, and Steve ducks into the low brick building that houses the bathrooms.

His eyes immediately land on the same boy from the basketball game. His eyes are red, face damp, obviously from tears, and Steve just--

"Here." He shoves the bat into the boy's chest.

For a second, the brownest eyes Steve's ever seen widen at him, before narrowing in a harsh glare, the boy's teeth barred.

"Why?" He snarls.

Steve thinks he may regret every choice that led him to this but he says, he says, "Because I want you to have it."

The boy blinks a few times, hand reaching out to gently pinch the bat's smallest wing. "You sure?"

Steve nods and the bat is slowly withdrawn from his grasp.

"No takesies-backsies?"

"It's yours."

The boy looks at the bat in awe, and Steve says, "see? It already looks happier with you."

The boy's beaming smile is cut-off by a voice calling from the door, "you in there,? I ain't got time to be waiting for your boohooing."

"Coming!" The boy carefully tucks the bat into an inner pocket of his jacket. "Thank you," he whispers, eyes big and glistening and happy, before he disappears out the door.

---

13 years later, give or take a few months, and Steve stands in the cracked shell of a bisected trailer, rummaging through what remains of a life well-lived, searching for anything whole. He's already found a few undamaged mugs and clean hats, but this room--it took a lot of damage. The brunt of it, really. Some sick sort of joke, after everything.

It's mostly rubble in here, scraps of fabric; slivers of notebook paper, magazine, poster; crumbled shards of vinyl and cassette plastic. A few times he comes across the disembodied limb of one of those dnd figures, and something weird happens to his throat.

In the far corner there's half of a dresser collapsed into itself, and he shuffles through the debris to see what he can find. There's something, soft and black, just the edge of it, peaking out from under half of a drawer face. He pulls it out, careful as can be and it's--it's a plush bat. It's a little dirty, but unharmed, though its eyes are a little wonky, and one wing is smaller than the other.

He holds it and he stares and he has to brace himself against the wall. It can't be--it's not the same one--but he remembers those big brown eyes and the curls and--

"Harrington," a warm, rich voice calls from what's left of the hallway. "You get lost in there?"

Eddie shuffles in, slow, careful with his crutches. And it--it took so long, months and months of convalesce and physical therapy, still physical therapy, but he's here. He's alive. He's perfect. And the something blooming between them, it's not spoken yet, but it's there, growing, and now, now--

"Oh my god, you found Lilith! I thought she was toast."

"Lilith?" He's still cradling the little lopsided bat in his hands, but moves closer to hand it over to Eddie.

"Yes, Lilith." Eddie takes the bat, presses it to his chest. "The first boy I ever loved gave her to me."

His heart turns over in his chest and when he swallows his throat clicks. Eddie doesn't notice, he's smiling softly at the bat, at Lilith, but then, "why are you looking at me like that?"

"First boy you ever loved?" He says. He thinks he sounds normal.

Somehow, Eddie's smile grows even softer. "Yeah. Roan County Fair, years ago. Tried to win her, but--" he clicks his tongue--"never had great hand-eye coordination. And then this kid just gave her to me out of nowhere. I used to think I was going to marry him."

"And now?"

Eddie laughs. "I grew up, Steve."

And for a second, he doesn't know what to say, but then, "I was right then, huh? That she'd be happier with you."

He stares at Steve, those same big brown eyes, wide and glistening. "Steve that was--Steve?" Eddie presses a hand over his mouth, overcome, before launching himself into Steve's arms. The crutches clatter to the floor, but Steve has him, will always have him, no matter what.

"I can't believe you kept her," Steve whispers.

"God, I carry her everywhere. She's Corroded Coffin's mascot, and you--Steve, I can't believe that was you."

"Surprise," he bumps Eddie's forehead with his.

They hold each other in the center of the destruction, but none of that matters right now, not when it feels like every moment since they very first met as children was leading them to this.

From the other half of the trailer, they hear footsteps, chattering, Wayne and Robin and Dustin, but Steve wants this to last a little longer.

"So, marriage...that still off the table?"

Eddie laughs softly, nuzzles his face against Steve's neck. "Are you kidding, sweetheart? No way I'm letting you go."