#i know they all have arms but i kinda like their sprite forms without them :))) theyre so cute

[repliiku]

please draw more silly salamanders !!! their so cute in your style please... I yearn for the amphibians...

if you don't feel like drawing you can just put together a master post of everyone uve drawn...

theyve def been on my list. i actually adore the consorts and as ive been less inclined to ship art as of late i have felt more excited to draw characters like the consorts in a more existing way such silly amphibians :))) sburb creation stories like pm wv and ar, jack, casey, and the sprites were super interesting to me. so to respond to your ask. heres a lineup of the kids consorts(+ plus guest star casey) as well as a collage of all the consorts ive drawn in the past

[majorproblems77]

OKAY :D

And also put it under a cut because i spoke too much, this is inchoerent rambling that has not been spellchecked so I believe in you :)

also ramblings this is like a hugs lore dump i hope your ready

The characters are as follows

Hylia's chosen - Crimson wave of the great expanse

SS - (Crimson breath of the celestial sphere) Sky

OOT/MM Link - Chronus

Twilight Princess - Twilight

LOZ 1/2 - Sprite

BOTW - Fen

MC/FS - Smithy

HW - Skipper

WW/PH/ST - Tempest

LA/OOA/LTTP/OOS- Saga

Crimson wave of the great expanse, is the 'first hero' from the manga. his name, as is skyloftian custom has a longer meaning and is more of a title rather than a name identifier. Skyloftian at birth he defends the city of skyloft from the ground while Sky travels across the great expanse. He basically becomes our link back but i cant say more than that because spoilersssss

Chronos - oot link, is a farmhand from a hero in the timeshift wars, he lives on the long long rupee farm on halden with his sons, Twilight)TP link) and his adoptive son Fen ( BOTW/TOTK link). RUpees in this universe are not currency rather they are a source of food, different colours of rupees have e different flavour profiles and can basically be used as spices to make foods more exciting. ITs a very profitable farming business and that's why Chronos has a really big farm.

Twilight - is the happy go lucky farmhand from hero. His adventure cursed him and forced a sygil into his hand which he can use to shift between forms (Semi) at will. chronos and fen know about the ability and while they dont agree with it it has been useful for them to know about as twilight can defend off lots of creatures in the wolf form. He tried to see the best in everyone.

Fen - or the BOTW link, was adopted by Chronos during his teenage years after his adventure. We dont know much about fen outside of i found him nearly dead at my doorstep and he didn't have him to get back too so I said id adopt him until such a time that someone came to find him. He struggles with memory and has flashes where he can go hours without knowing what he's done. which he finds quite scary on the quiet. This makes him quite reserved as he can just be getting on with things until someone knows he's having a memory flash.

So, my fave is my sky child Sky. right, so he is a Skyloftian from the planet of bolt on the other side of the great expanse from the others. And as a skyloftian he has wings. But during his 'adventure' he actually lost to demise and had his wings torn off him which almost killed him and allowed demise to go free to terrorise the nebula where blot is located.

the transplanted wings are controlled mentially by Sky with the help of an ai implant that he has called FI. They help him fly and he can do all sorts of things with them which i plan to explore more with them at a later date.

Closely followed by Skipper. Based of the Hyrule Warriors link, Skipper is an admiral in the castle (which is a huge space station) navy. He fought alongside (Chronos - OOT link) in the time shift wars and was promoted to admiral due to his heroics in such a war. He wears a suit of modified combat armour and has his little blue scarf which he can use in combat alongside his main arsenal of TR1 weapons.

Skipper originates from Tides originally and moved to castle in his early years. He is actually related to Tempest. - wind waker link. and lived on one of the island towns there before transferring off world.

Tempest lives in one of the underwater city of tides and is part fish, (Only a little bit, he has fins on his arms but apart form that his form is mainly human.) - kinda like a zora in a way.

OKay okay okay time for a breather...

Sprite - a magic user from Ebon, is friends with Saga and helps him on the regular with various magical issues. He's more adverse to magical currents and can detect shifts in magical energies first before anyone else. His connection to the natural world means that under certain conditions he can transform into a fairy, which has gotten him out of many a situation in the past.

Saga, is a high mage of Ebon, a respected member of the magical society there and is often asked for wisdom or magical guidance by the rulers of the planet. HE's been requested to Castle several times to speak to the council of eight several times and they often seek his guidance. He and sprite are often seen together on these missions as even though sprite isn't a member of the high mages, he is still respected due to his magical affinity. He simply wants to keep to himself a little bit more.

Saga, - whos been on the most adventures, the most notably the belly of the fabled Fire eagle of ebon. the fire eagle, or a flaming dreamcatcher cursed one of the volcanos of Ebon and Saga made it his mission to go into the volcano and defeat the monster. He was cursed while on this mission and still has the flame scars from the dreamer curse, where he was sent into a dreamer's realm and had to defeat the fire eagle in its own realm before he could leave. With the help of a little water sprite, he called Marin.

Then Smithy, he's lived on castle for most of his life and was the main creator of the Kinstone tablet. A magical device that allows him the power of various energies depending on his mood. He has a hammer and is a smith of TR1 weapons for the castle navy but most trained people can pay for his services if needed.

Okay okay okay I hope you like my random ramblings about these characters i love them all dearly and am so excited to do more with them. I have a page for the au if you wanna see more of it. (I'll be reblogging this to the page haha. Lore is lore even if its ramblings while I'm hyper about my au

:D

okay okay okay

So I dont know how much of my Exodus AU you know about but ill give you a quick rundown just incase.

Exodus is a links meet AU where Skyward sword link ( SKy) Has to find heroes across several worlds to help him take back his home planet from Demsie.

is there anything in particular you want to know, Characters? Locations?

Oooooh. Okay! This sounds really interesting! I'd love to know about the characters!

[sokovianheadtilt]

Distance

Druig x reader

Summary: Druig reconnects with his wife Y/N after centuries apart

Warnings: None I don’t think

A/N: I caved and I wrote for Druig. This is kinda what Ikaris did to Sersi but he’s not gonna betray his family. Hope you like it!!

Word Count: 779

It made no sense. The last of the Deviants were killed in 1521, why were they attacking present day London? You had the abilities of super strength like Gilgamesh, but it was also combined with a form of telepathy that lets you fight the Deviants without having to touch them. You and Sprite were doing your best to try and defeat the Deviant when it tried to come for you head, yet you were shoved out of the way before it could as it fell back into the water.

You panted heavily as you looked at your surroundings, seeing the Deviant was gone for now. You looked and saw who pushed you away. You saw the bright blue eyes you would recognize everywhere. They belonged to your husband Druig…who you haven’t seen for centuries.

Your eyes widened as you quickly scrambled to stand up as you looked at Druig in disbelief. You clenched your jaw before you turned and started to walk away.

Druig went to quickly follow you “Wait-Y/N can you please talk to me?”

You turned to face him while you had tears streaming down your face. You never knew why Druig left you. It all made no sense. You had gotten married back in the 1600s, after being inspired by Sersi and Ikaris. It was the happiest day of your life. You and Druig always had a special connection, since the day you met on the Domo. He was never rude or aggressive when it came to you. He always spoke in his gentlest voice and always made sure you were okay. Seeing what the humans did to each other and not being able to interfere took somewhat of a toll on you, but you had to respect Ajak’s wishes. Everything was going so well, so why did he leave you? Why did he just disappear with no warning? It never made sense, and now that he’s back, you don’t know if you can trust him.

You tried to walk faster but Druig grabbed onto your hand, pulling you back and making you face him. Your heart skipped a beat as you got a good look at him. He looks the same (obviously) still had that smug look about him that fades when he speaking to you.

“My love, I know I messed up” you cut him off “Messed up?! Messed up?! You abandoned me” you spoke angrily “Your wife- you left me by myself, for all those years” you choked out a bit and looked into his eyes “Where’d you go?” You asked lowly

Druig gave you a sad look “We need to talk in private” You swallowed before nodding “We can go back to my apartment. It’s not far from here”

He nodded as you walked back to your place in total silence, not replying when he tried to make conversation.

You unlocked the door and walked in, taking off your jacket and shoes, before leaning against the wall and looking at Druig “I was a wreck when you left. Isolated myself from everyone until Ajak basically forced me to live my life. Back then I couldn’t imagine living without you, but after centuries of having to, I realized I can” you crossed your arms as Druig’s face dropped a bit before slowly moving over to you.

“I didn’t want to leave, I swear my love. I had to” he started explain “Why?” You asked.

He began to explain everything that Ajak explained to him, how new Celestials would be born, that the Blip had stopped the Earth from reaching its necessary population for the Emergence to occur, that Earth would be destroyed because of it.

You stared at him for a few moments before he kept going “Ajak didn’t want me to say anything, and I knew if I stayed around, I would’ve told you in a heartbeat and I couldn’t scare you like that”

You dropped your arms “Dru…that’s, a lot, but I could’ve handled it if you let it slip to me”

Druig shook his head “I couldn’t take that risk” he took your hands and pulled you closer “I’m..so so sorry my beautiful, beautiful Y/N. I never meant to hurt you. All these years I wanted to come find you, see you, touch you, but I had to stay away”

You tears up again as he rested your foreheads together, your noses touching “I missed you so much” you sniffled “God I missed you”

“I missed you too” he kissed your forehead gently “But now we need to get the others and stop the emergence before it destroys the earth”

You pulled back and looked at him “Let’s do it”

[yostresswritinggirl]

Lullaby for the Gods

You have two options

"Stories brought on to the wind will bloom into legends in due time; An ancient tale comes whisked into the wind; In time it will grow and sprout once again." The Weaver and Nurturer of Tales, how they came to be and how they have gone.

Pairings -> Venti x God of Time (Ambiguous, Can be Reader)

Word Count -> 1976

Themes -> SCENARIOS, Background, Timeline, It's sad kinda

Series -> #Bonafide specials (100 followers event) Special slot from a special someone : not sure if they want to be tagged

Warnings -> This is my interpretation on the God of Time based on the Sacrificial Weapons Series. And since the prompt only mentions Venti, I won't focus much on their relationship with Decarabian.

Winds of the North are migrating through the crown of the continent once again. The clouds and breezes shift at the peak of day and the grass, the trees, the flowers they all sway. This was the first encounter, as one of the threads of the thousand migrating winds that is Venti, he had always been fascinated by the strong gales that covers a vast land beyond his reach. The city of Mondstadt protected by raging winds far stronger than he.

"Come now, little guy, are you not straying from your stream?" Such beaded eyes of the little sprite detaches from the crown of the North, with its giggles accompanies a sound reminiscent of bells as he nuzzles at the outstretched hand, fair and smooth. A finger consoles his little cheek as the God of Time echoes his snicker. As the sprite settles on their hand, they both spare a minute to watch the God of Storm's dominion. And then they turn to guide Venti back to his current, to his family of winds.

And the little sprite will not witness them until the second cycle of wind passes the cold land of Mondstadt.

So when the time came, several weeks after, Venti once again strays from the winds to venture to his own current. Where are the satin robes that flows with the breeze, that witnesses the rage of another God? The sprite follows tinkling of tin carried by the thousand winds, harmonizing to produce a soft and sleepy melody that lulls those to sleep.

In a distant island he finds himself upon a huge sundial atop a mostly quiet temple. And there stood again the God of Time, with a distant look over the ocean horizon, eyes clouded yet sparkling from the stars that bounced from the surface of the water. Their skin never frails nor wrinkles, hair lustrous and thick, yet their eyes carry a thousand yard stare of shrouded sadness.

"Little wind..." the sprite nuzzles against the cheek of the God, vibrating in worry as he urges them to smile. And they did, even if did not reach their eyes. "You've strayed again, your achon is far from here," cradling the elf to their neck, they turn away from the horizon to the west.

Yet when they urge him to go back, he stubbornly stays.

A stubborn wind playing around the wielder of Time itself. His courage was admirable, and he is lucky that this God is benevolent to his advances.

So they entertain Venti, and the wind begins his stories. Tales of those he'd witnessed when the wind ventures through the continent; and in every word he spills the God of Time is attentive, for when his accounts finally come to their end, Time puts into their memory for keeping. You weave the tales and I treasure them for that is my duty, they spoke with melancholy.

Decarabian is a God that loves his people more than others would know, more than the people would know. And he is also a lonely God. Perhaps it is this distance and disconnection from the world and his people that had made him naive to what he has forced upon his subjects.

The first prayer was heard beyond the wall of storms, only befalling to the ears of the God of Time and the wind spirit who were enjoying a leisurely stroll through the frozen land Andrius had covered in his territory. A man's woe for salvation of the city beyond the gales first reaches the God.

Yet they are unmoving and silent as they watch from afar the Gunnhildr.

But the wind spirit was not that, he was curious and as always he is carried away to his own feat. So without warning he strays from Time and listens to the crying one ever so patiently, and there he receives a glimpse of power that shall manifest one day to greater good.

God of Time offers a smile in the forests where they hid. But only that. For despite being the God of Time, they are solely there to protect its flow. To maintain balance and what should be.

There is nothing they can do to help the people of Mond.

"Little wind." The moniker carried a hard edge of worry unlike the other instances it was used. "The land of Decarabian is... treacherous and suffocating. You are but a tiny wind against his storms." Yet they knew such words will not remove the resolve in the tiny spirit. "Come back to me in one piece, alright? Remember your tales."

Venti softly bumped his hooded head to the God's cheek in reassurance, before he too disappears past the walls of gale front.

And so the God of Time can only do nothing but stand in wait. Like they had always been. Like they had always done. For Decarabian then, for Venti now.

"Bring forth the freedom we all desire."

Many of those that dwell the King of the North's cold wasteland once talked of an ethereal being of satin and silk, of flowing sands, that which overlooked the land of the storms with a somber look. Perhaps it was the waiting and the hoping, but many felt great semblance with the deity. Of the longing look for a distant freedom.

"Little wind," immediately after was a chorus of laughter at the irony brought upon by habits. Venti, now Barbatos with his great wings loom over the God of Time, hands outstretched to feel upon their smooth hands. "I always knew there was more to you."

"My muse," he tastes the new name with his newfound voice, and with his there was a chorus of angelic echoes. "There are festivities upon us, for the city of Mond trapped that was. The people had prepared a grand temple, for just us two Gods it is already ample."

Yet the God of Time smiled only with their lips at the mention of a shrine. You told them about me, they mused as the archon carried them both with the wind where the temple by the east cliff resides.

Give yourself some credit, the new Anemo Archon responds in light banter.

But the God of Time does not.

And so days of reenactments and performances were all that they were driwned upon. For daily, between the peak of the moon and the glimpses of the sun, devoted subjects would appease to the two Gods of Mondstadt through retelling and theatrics of their hard-earned journey to freedom.

Although they cannot glimpse upon the forms of the deities, the light giggles reminiscent of bells that comes from amusement and the flow of draping satin are enough reassurance that their important audience still lingers and listens to their offerings.

This dwelling became their place of rendezvous. And whenever the amphitheater was not crowded by devotees, a lyre plays with a melodic voice, weaving tales of Mondstadt's anew. The God of Time would be there to treasure every story that is weaved, but their subjects remember such moments in a different light: the strum of the strings and the lilt of Barbatos carries with it a hint of serenades.

It seems as tho the faceless God enjoys the Anemo Archon's tales the most.

Whenever it is the Gunnhildr's clan that performs their tale of courage in honor of defending Mondstadt, life and freedom, Barbatos' happiness was the most extraordinaire. The winds breeze by to caress everyone with comfort.

The Imunlaukr receives praise from the God of Time when they are the one on stage. Of courage and bravery, with their desire to not only protect the city of Mond but to appease the Gods, time slows when they follow their script. As if honored by time to stay and linger for the amusement.

And finally, the Lawrence clan holds with them a different reaction, for when their time has come it is quiet. Other clans would comment that perhaps the Gods do not favor their performance but they continued regardless, and they carry with them the essence of wisdom and strength, from the frozen lands to the new city. And only after they perform are they graced by the softest winds and the kisses of youngness that they carry with them even after.

This clan's performance sings with expertly woven symphonies and journeys of hardships through the cold, not harsh but comforting, soft melodies and that of longing. During their performance unbeknownst to their eyes is when the wind embraces the passage of time, where it is in its calmest moments, cradled between his arms and resting against his chest.

The bloodline of the Lawrence always ends the rituals for the morning, for the God of Time had finally found themself free from the shackles of the storms, peacefully resting in the arms of freedom. And it is in these moments that the people appreciate the lessened harshness of time.

Time is harsh and unrelenting, and should always be moving.

The God of Time protects time, nurtures time, and urges time. No force or law shall break the equilibrium of time nor tip its balance. And this unbreakable rule applies to them.

For this reason they ask one day, to the Anemo Archon, why they praise Time. What do they expect from time. And there Barbatos finally sees the burden of a thousand years, of the constraints of that whom is held down by prayers, held down by incapability.

Time only knows harshness. And they cried to the winds without restraints, for not once will they be able to gift the people that so desperately long for their blessings.

And for once, the wind was silent.

For once, the winds... understands the insanity of being one with time. A force made to be unmoved and unrelenting, to be shackled to a single tale when you are burdened with the pleas of many others.

Time is harsh, because they are meant to be.

So when the Anemo Archon finally desired rest and detachment to procure the essence of freedom, they too felt the chance to finally breathe. "Can you set up my awakening five hundred years from now?" Venti laid his head upon the lap of Time, teal eyes and smile somber yet gentle and reassuring. "Preferably at the peak of Ludi Harpastum, if you would allow." An hour glass manifests next to him, allowing his wish.

"When you wake, I will be here," they mumbled as the archon lets his eyelids rest, feeling a soft kiss to his forehead that lulls him to sleep.

"Tell me the tales like a balladeer." And he slumbers away the years.

"When I came to be, the Lawrence ruled over Mondstadt, governing with the most disgusting aristocracy. It was only right that they lost the blessings of thy winds, after all it is only for those who fought to be free," Venti sighed with pure disappointment, "Honestly."

"What happened to your Time friend, then? Did they tell you what happened during your sleep?"

The windborne bard looks at Paimon with a wide yet steeled gaze so daunting it made her squeak and hide behind the traveler. Who silently watches as Venti once again sighed and resigned to strumming his lyre.

"They're gone." No rhyme, no smiles, no cryptics.

Barbatos sought out the help of the winds of Teyvat to tell tale on the dwellings of the God of Time yet came out empty handed. And his only salvation, the oldest of the Seven, can only shake his head as he too does not know of the whereabouts of the God.

The fragments of time lingers in cursed windswept ballads and stories. And as the years go by, all worshipers and records had forgotten about the deity.

They only sing praise to the wind shrine now.

Now who shall nurture the stories brought by the winds?

I seem to have a knack for hurting Venti.

@creation-magician @boxofteenageideas @zelos-simp @ellitx @your-local-venti-simp @indigodreamtime47

[macro-microcosm]

Sobbing crying and throwing up because I had to finish work before I could reply, spent my entire train ride home writing a post, and then lost all of it by committing the horrible crime of trying to save it as a draft.

I would love to write a miles-long photo essay retrospective about the Great Fairy and her role and the evolution of her design, but I am Not Insightful Enough and Don't Wanna Do All That Work so this'll just have to suffice.

Okay, so, a large part (but not the most major) point that I have is that in the vast majority of Zelda games, essentially any one with a Great Fairy that is not Wind Waker or Four Swords Adventures (which uses a sprite modeled after the Wind Waker one), the Great Fairy is usually just...some lady? With wings sometimes?

Ya know what I mean?

Like, here's a sampling:

The Legend of Zelda

A Link to the Past

Four Swords

Echoes of Wisdom (whom I believe to be one of the most emblematic of the "literally just some lady with maybe some wings" examples, but whose design I also think is very cute.)

And that's without getting into...uh...

Hm.

Yeah...

Anyway.

Link Between Worlds gets a LITTLE bit of credit for giving their Great Fairy cute antennae.

(Full disclosure that a couple other games also do this, including Link to the Past, but the majority of them are in low res sprites that tumblr will destroy, and there's an image limit on posts anyway.)

I actually do appreciate the Great Fairies in Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom being literally larger than life, which starts to head toward the other half of the heart of my argument.

(And ok while I also think that this design kinda falls into the "Uh...Hm..." category above, the designs are also campy and bodacious in a way I really like.)

So now we get to Wind Waker (and yes technically Four Swords Adventures). And just lookit!!!

That's a fairy design that makes you ask "Who is she?? WHAT is she???"

It's got all the sort of feminine traits and presentation that this game series really likes to apply to the Great Fairies. We've got slender arms, a round face, long hair, and a dress-like shape.

But she has FOUR arms and hair that follows gravity of its own and no legs! Just an unraveling skirt!

She doesn't look anything LIKE the other designs. No wings, no makeup, and certainly akin to a lady but DEFINITELY NOT a lady in the way that we as humans conceive of one.

The Great Fairies tend to be regarded in-game as beings of great power, myths and legends in their own right.

The thing about mythical subjects is that they are implied to be beyond a certain level of full understanding. Not always to a Lovecraftian extent, but always at least a step outside of us. Within that framework, the Great Fairy should, imo, accomplish a certain impact, and for many of these designs that impact can be summed up as: "whoag. Cool winged lady. She can do magic. Neat."

Meanwhile with WW's Great Fairy, it's like: "WHOAG...this is a lady (???) who has POWER...I am lucky she is HELPING ME...I am like 12 years old out in the world for the first time and I am seeing things that No Other Guy Has Seen..."

You know??? Like, it's not just that the design is pretty, it's ethereal. You recognize a humanoid form, but you are also looking at someone who is unmistakably not human.

Because she's not.

And she's gonna grant you a fraction of her power so that you can do magic, too. And ascend just that little bit above your own understanding.

But not too much.

Because you are not a fairy.

And she is.

My hottest Zelda take is that not only does Wind Waker have the best great fairy design, it is the only game with a Great Fairy design that fundamentally understands the character.

[cosmiccandydreamer]

Insecure chapter 3

Otis driftwood x Reader

( I do not own these gifs)

Masterlist is here. Please see warnings ⚠️

The next day the eve before Halloween, you were at work; you worked about one or two days a week at Captain's Spalding's gas station and chicken roadside attraction. Spalding had become a father figure to you in the years you've known the family. He knew your father too briefly when home; this is where your dad would always fill up his truck before leaving again. You'd still hang out in the shop with your dad while he chatted or killed time. He knew you were a good kid; that’s why when he found out you were dating his adopted son Otis he was overjoyed. You would help him outrunning the register while he would make fried chicken in the back. It was a fun environment, you talking with Spaulding for hours and laughing until your sides hurt. So that night, you're sweeping the gas station/ art exhibit while admiring Otis's art around the place. It filled you with pride that your guy was so talented and creative. 

The shop bell rang, and in walked two young men who were not from around here. You listened in on their; conversation, and apparently, these groups of young people were on the road in hopes of writing a book on offbeat roadside attractions. You watched and held in a laugh from behind one of the shelves as Spaulding messed with one of the young men you learned was named Bill; he always liked to press people's buttons, and this time was no separate thing." oh, I'm just messing with ya son! Look take a load off. I’ll have y/n get ya some refreshments or something. At the same time, I set up the ride y/n Darlin c'mere would ya" you set down the broom. You walked over to the men, your boots clacking on the wooden floor. " Evening gents, I'm y/n does anyone want any water, sprite … burdon?" 

You chucked a bit, which seemed to loosen the guys up; you learned the other was named jerry. " Oh, we're good; we’re just gonna go get our friends who are out in the car. I'll be back" as Jerry leaves, you turn your attention to Bill, you lean slightly against the counter "so roadside attractions, huh? Seems interesting" "Yeah! It's been pretty cool so far being to a lot of interesting places," you noticed Bill was giving off some you assumed to be nervous body language, I mean, you couldn't blame him; this was placed in the middle of nowhere with a loud clown gas station owner. " Is Spaulding making you nervous? He's a lot, but I wear he's just a pussycat he won't hurt ya ``'' oh no no he's fine it's just been a long drive, so how long have you been working here you like it ?" Bill asked while seemingly eyeing you up and down " I like it's it's.." your conversation was cut short by the two women coming inside. They seem to turn their nose up at the place before setting their sights on you with an unimpressed expression, sigh, so it was these types of girls. " Evening ladies! Can I get you anything? We have " " Jerry Bill, when are we going to leave? We don't want to go on this stupid ride," the one you later learned was named Mary said. You took this opportunity to walk away, passing Spaulding toward the backroom; he winked at you as he passed, " everyone ready for the ride; let’s go, people ''.

Afterward, you got your coat and waited for Baby; usually, Otis picked you up from work when you worked nights at the gas station and call him old-fashioned. Still, the idea of you driving alone didn't sit right with him. But this was different; you insisted o. Still, the picking you up because 1. She was already heading into town to get people from red hot pussy liquors, and 2. You knew Otis wanted to work on his art and let off some steam with the cheerleaders there 3. You suddenly saw your guests for the evening event tomorrow. While the group was on the ride, you decided to call the house and inform Baby of the plan. While the guests loaded up into the ride, you pulled Spaulding aside and informed him of what you planned to do. He smiled wide and said, " this is why you're one of our kiddos.” Baby agreed to have you drop her off on the road toward the path of the tree and instructed Rufus to blow out the tires while you went along to the house. 

Everything went off without a hitch. As everyone sat down for dinner, you hurried down the stairs from freshening up in the bathroom; you eyed Otis sitting at the front of the table, god he was so handsome, and you were so in love. You walked over to him when you heard your name "y/n wow hey!! You live here what a small world" you turned to see Bill smiling at you, " oh hey Bill! What a small world indeed" you turned back to Otis ``honey you want a beer?", Otis didn't answer at first; instead he looked back and forth to Bill and you, eyes shifting ever so slightly, he cleared his throat " yeah sure Darlin I'd love one" as you passed him he grabbed your belt hook and pulled your toward him, " give me some sugar first" you happily obliged leaning down to give him a soft kiss on the lips. He kissed you back, never taking his eyes off Bill, who awkwardly looked away from the scene. 

You came back with a beer for Otis and went to take a seat next to him; he instead pulled you down into his lap. You quickly got comfortable not minding the PDA at all; this was your family; they were used to this kind of affection between you both. You looked over to Denise's ring on her hand; it was beautiful, a ruby, you thought. " Wow, that is a gorgeous ring! Is that a ruby" you leaned forward a bit to get a better look, to which Denise pulled her hand away and set her hand on her lap. " Um yeah, it is, and it's a real Ruby too it's from Jerry '' she looked over to him "wow, that was a nice gift," you said " yeah, well I deserve it," Denise replied. " You want a ruby someday y/n? '' Otis asked, causing you to turn back to look at him " I'll get you one day if you want,” “ I wouldn't say no to a ruby someday,” you replied. The rest of the night went on as planned; the group was tied up and used for the family's party favors. 

As the night winded down, you stood out in the backyard smoking; the house had been pretty humid with the rain and hot air; it was a nice stillness standing under the porch watching the rain. " There you are the fuck you doing out here, shoulda told me you were going for a smoke" Otis appeared behind you, standing in the doorway biting his lower lip. "Sorry handsome, you looked so focused and didn't wanna intrude on the art project" he sat down next to you on the porch bench as you passed him the joint. " This was a good day, '' you told him, leaning Into him as he put his arm around you. " Yeah, it was huh," he takes a long drag of the joint and slowly blow it out, " you think you could see yourself doing this forever?" " Doing what? smoking in the rain, yeah, of course ``'' I mean spending your days doing fucked up shit with me"  you take the joint back, also taking a long drag, " nowhere else I would rather be ''.

 He removed his arm from behind you and turns to face you. "I've been thinking," he scratches his face and looks down at his hand all stained with blood, " I know I ain't the most attentive or expressive kinda guy. I'm not good with the mushy shit," you start to protest. He puts his hand up " let me finish like I was saying I ain't good at the mushy shit or telling you how I feel. I know I can be a pain in the fucking ass to deal with, but you are the greatest thing I've ever come across." He looks at you fully this time with sincerity and vulnerability you've never seen; it was rare to see this much from Otis, usually only showing you got some pieces of his soft side when you two were alone. 

You didn't Dare move or speak after that. It was almost like you were seeing a baby deer in front of you. You didn't want to spook him, the forgotten joint just burning between your fingertips." For one, you're as sharp as a tack; I can't talk to anyone else about what I can talk to you about. You're patient with the fact I'm a grumpy asshole; you like my huge art; most people can't stand to look at it, but you not only encouraged me to do it, you offer to help. You're loyal and don't ever show signs of hightailing it no matter what you see here. You're funny; you got some comebacks that I never thought would come out of Lil ol, you mamas, and you're sexy as fuck like God damn, I saw the way Bill what's his face was looking at you, and I don't blame him. I don't even know what I did to have you. I mean, look at me, I look like shit," he chuckles; you still hadn’t moved from when he began talking. " I guess what I'm saying is I know I have made you feel insecure this past; weeks, but like I'm sorry ok, and I don't want you to ever doubt how I feel about cha" he then reaches into his pocket and pulls out the ruby ring.. "so I was wondering" " oh my god! " This pulled you out of your trance. “ Are you... I what are you" " hey, can you shut up and let me finish?" " Sorry, sorry," he starts again, " I want you to know I'm in this for the long haul your mine forever, alright? So you ok with that or no?" " You nodded a huge clumsy nod feeling the tears start to form in your eyes, " I'ma need a verbal yes or no here you are crying doesn't tell me shit" " yes a thousand times yes" he slipped the ring on your finger which shockingly was a perfect fit, you jumped onto his lap and straddled him linking your hands around his neck into his long hair, he rested his hands under your butt gripping them, " I'm your forever Mr. Driftwood." 

You both sat this way for a while, just taking in each other's smells and listening to each other's heartbeat; the only sound to be heard was the falling rain. "Otis?" "Hmm," he hummed, buried in your neck, nuzzling. " Can I help today?" You usually helped with the artistic side of the whole ordeal, helping him assemble, get supplies, clean the bodies. Still, you never joined in on the actual killing despite all the time you've been here, but something about today seemed like the right time to jump in. How eyes shot open, and he looked up at you with a wild surprised, yet aroused look, " you sure sugar? You don't have to know, but God damn, it's so sexy to hear you say that '' he gripped his hold on your waist, leaning forward, and kissed you slowly yet profoundly, sliding his tongue into your mouth. You moaned into his mouth, tightening the handle on his neck; you pulled back, gasping for air " yeah, I'm sure I wanna do this with you" " shit mamas, let's go then HELL YEAH'' he hoisted you up bridal style and carried you into the house down to the basement. 

[scandeniall]

late night drives & rnb

pairing” atsumu x reader

summary: just self indulging wishing i was on a late night drive with atsumu to an /early/ 2000s playlist. In drabble form because its 1am (therefore this isn’t edited bc it’s just me thinking out loud)

Late night driving with Atsumu would be so fun. I’m talking y’all got the 2000s rnb playlist going because y’all know he KNOWS the bops. It’s a summer night like 2am y’all just driving to go to get some food because he annoyed you into doing it. Anyways it’s one of the nights you didn’t spend the night so he pulls up to your place and literally as soon as you step outside you hear his ass blasting We Belong Together. Like his eyes are closed and his ass is just singing poorly until you get to the car. When you get in he points and dramatically sings at you like a loser. You HAVE to do the backing vocals. Mini concert to “I’m feeling all out of my element. Throwing things, crying, tryna figure out where the hell I wrong”. He doesn’t even greet you once you’re all bucked and he’s done he just kinda takes off down the road.

The end of the song he like pauses his phone and is all “what’s up babe.” The type to scroll his playlist while driving his eyes going back and between the phone and the road. (Sir please not tryna die). Anyways you know how this type of music just makes you soft. So he plays Yo (Excuse Me Miss) and is sweet. The time of night and the type of music as a late night car ride just hits different. He /poorly/ sings and dedicated the song to you. “Should i talk about her smile”, rubs his hand all on your cheek without taking his eyes off the road. At the part where it’s like ‘grab hold of my hand” he grabs your hand and like wave dances it. After that song y’all just kinda vibe in silence while driving and it’s so peaceful. You’re both unintentionally matching in a T-shirt and sweats and the way the streetlights occasionally flicker makes him cute. He just drums his fingers on your thigh as y’all pull into the McDonalds drive thru. “What do ya want” His ass gets a whole meal and I know them workers are SICK. Who wants a Big Mac extra mac sauce, large fry, and 2 apple pies and a ✨sprite✨ at this time. (But it’s his chest weekend so he’ll be damnned if he don’t answer to them cravings he’s had all week). Just get you’re lil mcchicken and Apple pies and vibe. You can eat his fries he’ll be alright. While y’all in the drive thru ‘Like You’ comes on and you know y’all gotta go off. The drivers like either like: they’re so cute goals or i wish these mfs would shut up as y’all are obnoxiously “iainteverhadnobodyshowmeallthethingsyoushowedme LIKE YOUU”. Good mood atsumu is a party and that’s what y’all having with yourselves.

When a more upbeat song like Throw it in the Bag comes in he’s the type to you know point and just move his arm up and down to the beat.

Love by keyshia Cole come on this dummy act like he’s in a music video because thats his SONG. Does the keyboard thing in everything. Man will rest his head on the steering wheel “Im gettin’ in character babe” tryna get fake emotional. He goes on on the chorus and is the type to think he really has some vocals. Does all the runs and whew your poor ears. “I think I could be a singer” yeah ok who gone tell him (you do). Anyways record that shit for blackmail (it don’t matter thought because just play the song on a different day. Nothing new same old shit with him. Song just never gets old)

Bonus: *21 questions playing* while y’all are just parked vibing.

Atsumu: babe would ya still love me if I didnt olay volleyball

You: hell no. The pro player money? Worth it. (make his pockets hurt am i right)

Atsumu: 👁👄👁 alright ima head out

You gotta grab at his arm and he like “just kidding loser” and he lowkey pretends to be mad even while you’re kissing all on the side of his neck but he wants to smile.

a/n: yall i dont even eat red meet so i gotta do the mcchicken. I also havent had mcdonalds in months idk how longs its been but im craving their apple pie pls maybe i can get my “date” to get me one tmw

[soda-drabbles]

Head ‘Pats’ | EgoBang Fic

Request : “This might be a bit too smutty, but I gotta ask: Arin jokingly ruffling Dan's hair, them both then getting really into it (some hair pulling goodness 😍) and Dan blowing Arin in the end.” - made by @alex-trefying

Type : Smut/Steamy

Pairing : EgoBang

A/N : Okay so I’m sorry for not writing anything in nearly a week. I had a small writers block. But here, have this. 😳

The two guys were in the middle of a particularly difficult level of a game, one that Arin had been trying to tackle but eventually gave up when his temper got the best of him. The controller would be bestowed upon Dan who took on the challenge of the hard level himself. Admittedly, the damn thing was hard. Enemies came hurdling towards the sprite left and right, the controls were kinda sucky and there was a certain type of thing you were meant to do (which of course they didn’t realize until the end). Dan nearly laughed out in excitement when he deafeates the level, a wide grin of triumph on his face.

Arin, although happy for him, was baffled on how Dan could beat the game quicker than he did. He was astounded. “Holy shit.” He muttered.

“That’s right! Eat my shit!” Dan exclaimed with a laugh before realizing how loud he was. He lowered his voice and smiled sheepishly. “My bad.”

A burly laugh buckled from Arin at Dan’s victory words. “I’ll tell you what. Instead of eating your shit, I’ll give you a lil’ head pat or something.” He suggested. “How does that sound?”

“Fine, I guess it’ll do.” Dan gave a pout, his voice fauxed an exaggerated defeat.

Arin snorted. He reached out and before Dan knew it, he felt the warmth of Arin’s hand on his head. The softness and comfort of it was actually really amazing. It felt comforting, reassuring. He didn’t realize the gentle happy smile that he was wearing right then.

Instead of the pat being just what it was, a pat, Arin suddenly playfully ruffled Dan’s hair, his head of curls bouncing and tousling about. “Ar!– the actual hell are you doing—“ The sudden twist of pace caused him to bellow a soft stream of laughs, which died down momentarily. He couldn’t lie to himself, it honestly felt good. It sent a wave of tingles that traveled through his body and traced his neck.

Eventually, it returned back to gentle tousling again. It almost was massaging in a way. A way that caused Dan to lean into Arin’s gently working fingers. Arin continued, an amused look on his face. “Wow, man. You really seem to be enjoying this.” As he looked over at the man he was pretty much petting, he couldn’t help but find it absolutely adorable. Dan was literally like an attention starved puppy and Arin couldn’t get enough of it. He could even hear satisfied humming if he wasn’t mistaken.

Suddenly, the right gentle tug brought the broken gasp out of him, which caused Arin’s hand to flinch to a halt and Dan to quickly slap a hand over his mouth. Shit. He didn’t make that noise, right? Surely not.

After a brief silence, Arin softly asked. “..The hell was that?”

Dan, now embarrassed, shook his head. “Nothing.” He said dismissively.

Without a clear warning, Arin’s fingers suddenly ran down his hair again. Dan’s body reacted to the touch with a slight jolt, as if Arin’s touch was electricity that brought him to life. Arin noticed this and a bit of a grin moved on his face.

“What?” Dan asked, eyeing Arin. “What’s that face anyway?” He knew that face. It was Arin’s experimental face, something that told Dan that he was up to no good.

“Nothing.” Arin said innocently, a half smirk curled his lips. “I didn’t realize you were that sensitive on your head of all places.”

His heart quickly beat in his chest and his brows furrowed. “I am not sensi- fUCK!” His denial was pulled to a screeching halt when Arin’s fingers had curled around a ball of curls and gently tugged, which were guaranteed to bring more unholy noises out of him.

Dan gazed back at a smirking Arin through his half lidded lashes with eyes that were glazed with heat.

“Arin..” A soft whine left Dan and Arin sighed in response.

“I’ll stop.” He replied, his fingers now left the curls along with his warmth.

Quickly Dan shook his head. “That’s..not what I meant, I..” He looked down for a brief moment before his eyes flickered back to Arin.

“What was that?” asked Arin, who had a grin on his face while still pretending to not be able to hear in this one instance. “Dude, I can’t hear you so you may wanna speak up.”

Brows furrowed and lips pursed, a red glow tinted Dan’s face. God, did Arin seriously have to tease him like that right now? He took a deep breath, “I said that I didn’t want you to stop. I..you just surprised me, that’s all.”

“Are you asking me to keep going?” The question left Arin’s lips and the heat rushed quickly to his ears and neck. Dan could only muster a faint nod, which Arin wouldn’t take as an answer.

“Dan.” Arin’s voice was stern yet soft, felt like hell on his ears. Damn near felt like he was being invaded. “Do you want me to keep going or not?”

Dan wasn’t looking but he felt the invisible heat of the weight of Arin’s arm and hand that lingered right above his head, sending sharp tingles to poke at his every nook. “Yes.” He finally answered in a brave breath. “I want you to keep going.”

Finally satisfied, Arin grinned. “That’s what I like to hear.”

The anticipation waved over him as Arin’s hand met his head again. His fingers went to gently massage the curls. Dan could feel exactly how careful he was being, knowing how thick his hair was anything could get easily tangled in a second. The tousling began to relax him again. Arin didn’t let Dan get used to that feeling quick enough, as a light tug at the right spot brought a gasp out of Dan’s loose lips. The tugs and grip became much more frequent and even formed a pattern. Massaging followed by two tugs, repeat.

Arin’s other hand found Dan’s chin and tilted his frame upward so he could see the soft mess he created. Needless to say, he was proud. His lover was an adorable

“Kiss me.” Dan’s breathless command was something that Arin followed nearly instantly with his lips crashing into Dan’s. One strong arm held him close while the other gripped firmly at his hair. Arin could feel the vibration between their lips from the effect of that firm hold on his hair, which only made his hunger boil and bubble in his chest.

Their lips danced together, seemingly melting together. The grunts and groans from both of them left each other effortlessly. In the state of pure bliss, Dan felt as if he was nearly about to pass out. The kiss broke when he realized he needed air. The cool breeze of the air around them bussled in, taking the place of the cloudy heat that was once there.

Both of them panted, the lips parted slightly as they regained what little composure they still had. Dan peered up to Arin, whose eyes were clouded with a thick heat. His eyes then trailed downward where he found the growing tent in his pants. It wasn’t unlike Arin to quickly grow hard from just kissing, especially when they got heated like this.

“Get on your knees.” The order came thickly and nearly caught Dan by surprise. His grip tightened on Dan’s hair once more, earning him a cooperative meek sound. Like he was told, he knelt down on his knees in front of Arin, who laid back on the couch still. Arin spread his legs apart more, “Be a good boy and unzip me, Danny.”

Just the name calling was enough to make his stomach churn. He nodded and unbuttoned the pants, pushing the fabric of the boxers past the erected mass. Upon being revealed, Arin’s needy member twitched before him. Dan could easily tell how stiff and pent up Arin was. He was more than glad to get him off. Arin’s fingers again twisted in his hair, his heated eyes bared back down at him.

He was more eager than ever before now and wasted no time taking Arin’s xoxo in his mouth. A deep groan left the deepest of places from Arin, who dug his fingers into Dan’s hair. The force of his hand was bringing Dan downward more so and, with a warm palm resting on Arin’s thigh, he began to slowly bob his head.

His lips stayed wrapped around the erection, eyes shut while he pleased his lover with his tongue that circled around in the right spots. Each time the wet warmth of his tongue graced the right spots, he was rewarded by silent pants, hip thrusts and the occasional tug at his hair that only encouraged him further. It wasn’t until Dan took it upon himself to bring the thick member deep in his throat, firmly and slowly sucking, that Arin was about to lose his mind.

Arin’s grip turned rough then as he held Dan in place while the slow thrusts turned to quick ones, resulting in Dan moaning and picking up his own pace. Eventually, they found themselves lost in their own lusts and love for each other in the heated embrace that furthered them over the edge. With a few rough more thrusts and one last firm suck. Arin’s legs trembled, his seed now trickling down Dan’s throat.

After a moment, the both of them took a minute to gather themselves. It was only then that when Dan’s mouth was away from Arin’s member and Arin was resting on the couch that they realized how heated and sweaty they were.

“Holy shit,” Arin panted out, regaining his breath. “Dan, are you okay? Did I go too hard on you?” He raised up to check on Dan. Of course, the last thing he wanted was to hurt or push his lover over the edge.

Breathlessly panting, Dan caught his breath. “I’m fine. Are you?”

Arin smiled, shaking his head softly at the way Dan’s hair looked. It was a frizzy mess, no thanks to a certain someone. “Yeah, I’m great.” He chuckled.

Dan cocked a brow, “What? What are you laughing at?”

Arin laughed more. “I’m not laughing. I just thought you looked kinda cute, yknow, for a guy who was practically eating my cock a few minutes ago-“

With a wheeze, Dan shoved Arin playfully, causing them both to laugh. “Oh, fuck off dude!”

[fan-fantasies]

Movie Night (KNJ & MYG)

A/N: Whats up guys? I’m back. I haven't been updating much because I got a new job. I’ve been training at a new job in hopes to make some money while my other job is closed. I’m starting to like writing longer things, they’re kinda fun and mildly frustrating. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy! ~Breezy

Pairing?: Namjoon x reader x Yoongi

warnings?: making out?, fluff

Word Count: 3.2k

Fridays were always the best day of the week, not only was it the day before the weekend and the last day of work for the week but it was movie night. Movie night was the one thing you looked forward to, mainly because you never knew what day it was just not happen. You and the boys tried to have this tradition as often as possible, though when they were on tour or busy with a comeback it seemed nearly impossible. You always supported them and you were always so proud of them. 

The boys had invited you over for once, usually they sneak to your place and huddle in your small living room but today you were the one being ushered into their large apartment. The second you opened the door you smelt popcorn and other food, you figured it was likely Jin’s doing. You kicked off your shoes, leaving it by the others before slowly following the voices towards the living room, Jimin and Taehyung seemed to be arguing over which movie you would be watching. Yoongi sat on the couch, not at all paying attention to the argument, in fact, he seemed to already have a movie in his hand. You snuck by the living room and headed towards the kitchen where you knew Jin would likely be and likely so would Hoseok. 

Upon entering, you saw Jin with a large bowl of popcorn. 

“You think that’s gonna be enough?” You say causing Jin to look up with the biggest smile ever, he sets down the bowl before engulfing you in the biggest hug. 

“I missed you!” He beamed holding you close to him, this was the first time you’d had seen the boys since their tour. 

“I missed you too,” you proclaim, “Now, lets go surprised the others. They didn’t see me come in.” You giggle, he nods, 

“Wait here, let me get everyone here,” he tells you before he grabs the bowl of popcorn and walks into the living room, multiple footsteps could be heard as the rest of the boys come down the stairs. You quietly grabbed a glass for something to drink, setting the glass down on the counter, strong arms wrapped around your waist scaring you half to death. You held back a squeal as you looked over your shoulder to see Hobi with his wide smile. You wrapped your arms around his neck tightly holding him in a tight embrace. He was practically bouncing with joy as he held you close to him, 

“Sh, I wanna surprise the other!” You say softly in his ear, he nodded excitedly still continuing to hug you close. You had always enjoyed hugs with Hoseok, they were always so warm and welcoming.  

“Just a bit longer, I missed your hugs.” He mumbles holding you to his chest. His moment was quickly cut short when another set of arms wrapped around the both of you. You instantly knew it was Jungkook by the tight embrace. You knew the secret was out when you heard the pounding of multiple feet at once, oh no…

You were instantly surrounded by the warm loving embrace of the group of boys you called your best friends. 

“Hi guys!” You squeal excitedly as they squished you into a group hug, there was chorus of cheerful hellos. The room was filled with laughter and just pure joy for a few moment before they pulled away. 

“Now that I can see you all,” you giggle, you took the time to hug each of the singly starting with Jimin. Each member hugged you so differently, Jimin’s hugs were always so warm and gentle. Honestly you always thought of Jimin as if he was his Bt21 character, Chimmy. So small, sweet and just full out adorable. 

“I missed you Jiminie.” You whisper as you held him tightly, he replied with the same before you pulled away from the hug. 

Taehyung made sure he was the next person in line for a hug, his boxy smile growing wider. He opened his arms welcoming you in for a hug and you happily rushed into his arms. You snuggled close to his chest, always loving to snuggle in his arms. His hugs always so inviting and loving. He gently placed his chin on your head, hugging you like his life depended on it and when you would pull away he would pull you right back. 

“Come on man! We all missed her!” Namjoon exclaims wanting his chance to hug you, Taehyung grumbled at this before letting you go. Course you went over to your gentle giant, Namjoon next. 

Joon leaned down making it easier to hug you seeing as though there is a height different but you always had to make sure the ‘god of destruction’ didn’t hurt himself. Though he is very careful to not make a wrong move his arms are tightly holding you clearly showing that he missed you dearly. You and Namjoon were fairly closer than the others, the two of you learned new languages together, you even helped him write some of his music. You were practically always with him and if it wasn’t him, it was Yoongi. 

When you approached him to hug him, he stood nonchalantly trying not to show the excitement that you knew was built up inside. You pulled him into a tight hug and he froze for a moment before returning the hug. Though Yoongi was taller than you, he hid his face in your neck hiding the obvious blush forming on his cheeks. It’s easy to say he was hiding it from his friends but you knew they wouldn’t make fun of him mainly because they to would blush. Like with Namjoon, you would spend time in Yoongi’s studio which surprised all the others seeing as though he was protective of his work. A joke had circulated around the group that you would often track any moans in his Agust D mixtape. Neither of you disclosed that information, and the group just assumed that you wouldn’t do this. It made you chuckle seeing as though you actually did for one track. 

Mr. World Wide Handsome stood there proudly waiting for you to embrace him in a hug, you glare at him and he smirks. 

“Who says I’m gonna hug you?” You tease with your hands on your hips. He fake gasped and pouted his full lips. You open your arms waiting for him to come to you, he huffed at this before walking towards you and pulling you into a hug. You loved his hugs, Jin had always been something of a brother to you he had taught you just about everything. He was always the type to give you hugs when you were angry and they would calm you down in an instant. 

Lastly, Hobi and Jungkook, both of them eager to hug you so they just squished you in between them. You had become the center of a Kookie and Hobi sandwich. With Kookie strong grasp and Hobi’s general happy attitude, it made you feel safe and almost at peace. 

Once all the hugs were done you were practically dragged out to the living room area by Jimin, who practically threw you onto the soft couch. 

“Was that necessary?” You giggle as you sit there waiting for the others, Namjoon took a seat on your right. His scent was so sweet and intoxicating, the soft scent of vanilla and the spicy yet sweet smell of cinnamon, it honestly reminded you of a cinnamon roll. It was delightful and inviting, unconsciously shifting closer to him which he doesn’t seem to mind. The others slowly filed into the room with snacks and drinks for everyone to share. Jungkook handed you a cup filled with what you figured was sprite, seeing as though they seemed to be loaded with that stuff. You weren’t complaining and you honestly didn’t mind. You took a sip and then noticed how to seat next to you was still empty, typically the guys were fighting for a seat next to you. That was the first thing that caught your attention, the second was how one of them seemed to have vanished as the title screen of the movie came on. 

“Are we not going to wait for Yoongi-hyung?”Jungkook asked but Tae was quick to hit the play button, 

“He said to start without him,” Tae shrugged as he got comfy in his seat next to Jimin, you glanced over at Namjoon, curious to see his reaction but he was focused on the screen in front of him. You were slightly concerned when a horror movie popped up on the screen, who would have picked one of those? You knew how easily scared Jimin and Hobi were, last you knew Joon, Jin and Tae weren’t either. Usually Yoongi and Jungkook were the only two who didn’t seem to mind them. 

You glanced back up at Joon, “Joon?” You questioned, “Who picked this movie?” You asked almost nervously, he glances down at you. 

He leans down a bit and whispers, “I think Yoongi did,” he responds, “But it’s not too scary,” he shrugs. Why was everyone acting so strange? You decide not to question anymore and focus on the movie. 

It was maybe 10 minutes into the movie and the atmosphere was already unnerving and it honestly scared you. You found yourself nuzzling closer to Namjoon’s side hoping to feel safer being closer to him. His scent slightly calming your senses and relaxing you. You felt him tense slightly but relax, gently wrapping an arm around your shoulder his thumb gently rubbing your shoulder.

You nearly jumped out of your skin feeling someone sit next to you and wrap their arm over your shoulder. 

Your head shot over towards the person to see Yoongi had finally joined you, “Y-Yoongi?” You mutter softly looking at him clear panic on your face. He gave you a reassuring smile before making eye contact with someone behind you, you assumed that that person Namjoon. You felt squished between the two men, feeling so safe, warm and just at ease that is until a jump scare happened on screen cause you to jump and burry your face into Namjoon’s neck. He tensed up at this, visibly nervous at your action though he proceeded to hold you close. You felt Yoongi scoot closer to you literally pushing you flush up against Namjoon both of their scents mixing together deliciously. 

Much to your surprise, Yoongi from time to time would warn you of the scary parts but would still hold you close knowing you were likely scared. The two of them were holding you the entire movie, even after that one ended and a more appropriate less scary movie was put in. 

Relaxing a bit, you leaned back against the couch letting out a soft yawn catching the two men’s attention. Your head dropped onto Yoongi’s shoulder, your eyes fluttering shut slowly before slowly drifting off to sleep. 

You awake to silence, soft breaths that didn’t belong to your own. You quickly became aware that you were surrounded by warmth. Your back pressed again something solid as you curled closer to the warmth, the person in front of you seemed nuzzle closer as you moved. Your eyes slowly opened, trying to take in where you were and who you were currently snuggled into. You nearly gasped in shock seeing a sleeping Yoongi cuddled in front of you. Hair hair slightly disheveled but his features soft as he lay asleep. After seeing him you knew almost automatically that the man behind you was Namjoon. You felt him move closer, his face nuzzling in your neck not only tickling the skin but causing a shiver to run up your body. Your body desperately wanted to react, holding back a moan as his soft lips gently brushed against your skin. 

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath to hopefully calm your nerves. This wasn’t the first time you had spent the night at the boys place but this was the first time you were so nervous. Feeling them so close made your heart skip a beat and the butterflies in your stomach kicked up. No one had ever made you this nervous, not even the few guys you had dated in the past. You snapped out of your thoughts hearing Yoongi groan softly, not wanting to be caught you closed your eyes pretending to be asleep. You felt his hand gently caress your cheek as you lay still, his hand warm against your cheek. 

“She’s not awake yet,” Yoongi whispers softly to who you assumed was Namjoon, 

“Lets let her rest then,” Namjoon says, though you didn’t want them to leave. You snuggle closer to Namjoon, groaning softly in hopes to play this off. 

Hearing Joon chuckle meant that you were likely doing a good job, “Guess she doesn’t want us to get up.” He chuckles, 

“More like doesn’t want you to get up,” Yoongi grumbles, you tried to hold back your smile as you threw one of your arms over him and trying to hug him close. 

You opened your eyes and giggle, “I don’t want either of you to leave,” you admit nervously, something inside of you yelled at you for saying that. Nothing was said after that though, but actions often speak louder than words. Yoongi seemed to be the daring of the two of them, you had always expected him to be but you knew once he did anything he would be a blushing mess. He pushed himself closer to you gently placing his forehead against yours, your heart rate increased being so close to him. His dark eyes peering into yours, they were almost looking for permission which you would happily give him. He leans forward his lips gently brushing over yours almost as if he was expecting you to pull away but you surprised him by leaning forward fulling pressing your lips to his. He held you close kissing you with as much passion as he could muster, knowing him you had always known he was bad at showing his emotions but this, you knew exactly how he felt. You had nearly forgotten that Namjoon was behind you until you felt him gently leave a kiss on your exposed neck. You pulled away from Yoongi slowly both of you trying to catch your breath, you were having a harder time seeing as though Namjoon continued to kiss your neck. 

“J-Joon,” you stutter softly unsure of what to do next, 

He chuckles against your skin, “Well I figured I should show you a little love too,” he pouts causing you to blush.

Slowly you managed to turn and face him, the smile plastered on his face was wide and just adorable. His cute dimpled smile made you blush but it distracted you from the fact that he was so close to you. He wasted no time, leaning forward placing a soft yet needy kiss on your lips. You felt Yoongi gently rub your hips, trying his best to not disrupt your moment with him. You might honestly wouldn’t have pulled away if it hadn’t have been for Yoongi leaving a gentle nip on your neck. 

“Guys,” you whine looking at the both of them, you just wanted to understand all of this. They both snuggled into you. Slowly you sit up, Namjoon face falling into your clothed chest, not that you didn’t not like the cuddling but you wanted to look at both of them while you spoke. 

“Wh-What does this mean? For us?” You question, “L-Like I’m not complaining that this just happened but~” you began to ramble, nonstop trying to find the right words to make sense of the kiss you had shared with the two of them. Both of them sat up, glancing at you with curious looks before looking at each other. 

“Well,” Namjoon began, “We have liked you for a little while now and we thought that maybe… We could be in a relationship together.” 

You sat in silence for a moment, they wanted to date you? Both of them? 

“Y-You both, want to date me?” You stammer still trying to process their words fully. The two of them taking your free hand in theirs, 

“Yes, we care so much about you and we would do anything for you.” Yoongi mumbles, snuggling cutely into your side. 

“We wanna give you the world,” Namjoon says softly looking at you, “We obviously won’t make you, we just care so much for you.” He says genuinely, you feel you skip a beat. Two of the most handsome men you had ever met, want to date you. 

“O-Okay,” you whisper causing both of them to look at you, “H-How did I get so lucky,” you say softly looking  first at Namjoon, then at Yoongi. 

“More like, how did we get so lucky?” Namjoon gently caresses your cheek in his hand slowly pulling you towards him into a soft kiss. You didn’t waste a second, kissing him back with just as much passion and love. Your fingers ran through his light hair, hoping to bring him closer than he already was but they both had a better idea. Namjoon pulled away only for Yoongi to pull you into a sweet kiss, Namjoon’s lips brushing against your neck, leaving soft kisses down the column of your neck. Yoongi pulled away from your lips, following Namjoon’s lead he began to trail his soft lips down the opposite side of your neck. Your breath hitched feelings their soft lips teasing your skin, holding back soft whispers and moans as they teased the sensitive skin. You figured they would have continued if there wasn’t a knock on the door, disturbing the intimate moment the three of you were sharing. 

“Namjoon, Yoongi! You’re gonna be late for practice!” Tae yelled from the other side of the door, “I know you wanna spend time with (Y/N) isn’t going anywhere,” you heard him and Jimin laughing. 

“Just give us a minute!” You yell to them, Yoongi’s lips never left your neck as Namjoon stood from the bed. 

“Come on Yoongi, we have to go,” He tells his friend, he grunted against your neck. You felt his tongue gently run over the skin before he gently nibbled and sucked the skin at the base of your neck. Your breath caught, trying to hold back any unwanted sounds. 

“Don’t hold back anything beautiful,” you hear Namjoon say, Yoongi sucked a little rougher this one obviously leaving a mark. The soft gasp that left you lips made it apparent to the both of them that you were enjoying this. 

“This spot is mine,” he growled into your neck, causing you too shiver. You felt the bed dip from behind you, Namjoon’s lips trailed from the bottom of your neck, all the way up. His lips gently caressing the spot behind your ear, he kissed the spot for a few moments. He gently nibbled on the spot before he left his mark on you. The soft moan that passed through your lips made him chuckle,

“And this spot is mine,” he whispered huskily into your ear. 

You tried to catch your breath, “N-Now you both need to go to practice. I’ll be here when you get back,” you whisper not particularly looking at either of them. They both left gentle kisses on your check before they left the get dress and leave. Before walking out the door, they placed sweet kisses on your lips. 

“We will be back later,” Namjoon says, he voice sweet. 

“I will be here waiting for the both of you,” 

[maletfs]

The trek through the valley had reminded him of how unfit he was. How weak. A meagre man treading the wilderness on twig-like legs, swinging his atrophied arms about like a small boy on a school trip. His flat bum tucked in a pair of jeans three sizes too big. His concave chest concealing lungs unused to physical activity. His beardless face lacking any resemblance of manliness.

But all of those truths would soon become lies. Not because, standing naked in the middle of a mountain river, pneumonia would soon be knocking on his door. Nor because he was about to, in the fashion of dejected Shakespearean lovers, drown himself amongst the weeds and reeds. But because this corner of the river, hidden deep within the valley, held a powerful secret.

Sean stood, still and stoic, goosebumps crawling up his spine, and hoped. He hoped his years of research hadn’t been a waste of time and youth. He hoped that he wasn’t making a fool of himself, standing exposed for an unseen audience used to gullible men visiting these waters. More than anything, he hoped what he was about to attempt would actually work.

He took a breath of cold air, closed his eyes, and said the words.

“I wish I was a muscle bear: tall, strong, and hairy. I don’t want to be a twink anymore.”

The words didn’t echo through the woods, repeated by ancient sprites or magnified by mystical powers. They simply floated in the chilled air for a fraction of a moment before dropping into the gelid waters.

He opened his eyes and found the world exactly as he had left it. The trees and ferns danced to the rhythm of the wind, the river flowed of its own volition, and he was still a twink. Not a single extra pound of flesh or muscle, not an ounce, not a dram. His body stood as it always had, only a lot colder.

Sean started sobbing. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know anything anymore. He just stood there, the mountain waters stealing all his body heat, and cried. He wrapped his arms around his skinny frame and, as he felt his ribs sticking out from his sides, cried even harder. He hated this body so much, but all he could do now was cradle it as reality kicked him in the throat.

And then he felt it. Under his hands. His ribs were sinking deeper into his body, becoming less noticeable. He grabbed with his hands and fat followed, little love-handles that were not there a minute ago. His fingers travelled over his chest, his forearms, his back and his neck; and wherever they visited, they found a soft layer of fat, thin without a doubt, but thickening with every second. Even his legs were padding up, as the cold sting of the water subdued.

An itch on his chest brought his attention to a little patch of hair above his sternum. It was like an invisible seamstress was sewing the hair from within, each hair pushing out delicately. They spread over his bare chest like grass over hills, his nipples two fairy rings left untouched, and down towards his bushier crotch, forming a tantalising happy trail.

He frowned as he watched his member though. It looked like the skin around the base was developing, pushing his flaccid penis upwards and closer to his tummy. He tentatively touched it with his hand but the sensation was rough and dry. He thought it was maybe an allergic reaction until he caught sight of the palm of his hand, where he saw black pads of coarser skin. He examined them, noticing how similar they were to animal paw pads, and wondered what could have caused them. He tried to scratch them off but his nails were growing longer and sharper than usual and he feared he might hurt himself.

This wasn’t what he wanted. It wasn’t what was supposed to happen. Every legend and myth he had read about this corner of the world told him that wishes came true to those who asked. But Sean hadn’t asked for...

...oh. Maybe he had.

He panicked. Fight or flight kicked in, and since there was nothing but weeds and ferns to fight - none of which culpable for his predicament - he fled. He turned around and started for the riverside but, before he took a second step, he fell face-first into the waters.

Now, panic and water are renown as bad companions. When one’s motor functions are overridden by stress and fear, the simplest of actions - such as, let us say, stopping oneself from drowning, - can become painfully difficult to achieve. For Sean here, this was thrice as difficult, considering that a) as he opened his eyes underwater, he found his legs covered in a thick layer or dark, shaggy hair, which only added to his already building panic, and b) his still increasing mass and expanding frame made gravity and momentum behave in new and seemingly erratic ways.

When he finally succeeded in rising from the freezing waters, Sean was much changed. The thick layer of fat that had been added to his entire body had expanded beyond normality, turning into dense blubber that, combined with his brand new pelt of dark, thick fur, made the quasi-arctic temperatures feel like a summer breeze. His growing nails had developed into full, retractable claws, happily nestled in his bearish paws. And above his massive rear poked a little, fluffy tail.

He stood there, paralysed by the new sensations invading his mind. His bodily awareness was going haywire. His lower muscles felt compressed and heavy as they supported his multiplied body weight. He tried something as simple as wiggling the toes in his forelegs and immediately regretted. First, because he realised he now had forelegs as opposed to arms; second, because he felt his murderous claws rasping against each other; and finally, because he was growing aware of the size and strength of his flexors and triceps.

But part of him, a little corner of his stress-ridden brain, actually quiet enjoyed the feeling. It was new and unlike anything he had experienced in his life. He had always wanted to be a bear because he wanted to feel with a bear’s body, and know what it felt like to be big and strong. Well, now he knew. And it felt amazing! His voluminous chest and upper back made him incredibly aware of his own breathing and the tension going through his new muscles. His mouth felt like he had just visited the dentist and had his denture fixed, the new size and shape of his teeth making it awkward to grit them. But he also felt his new, elongated tongue exploring his muzzle, his snout breathing in the cold air and sending waves of information to his brain.

Overwhelmed by the avalanche of sensations, he dropped back into the water, his massive rear lying on the riverbed, and started examining himself. He did it one bit at a time, sequencing each new sensation so as to feel them more sharply: his new claws, his toes, his paws, his arms, his chest, his sheathed member, his ass... He spent a particularly long time exploring these last two, although the cold water only allowed for so much experimentation.

As he kept exploring each new part of his anatomy - his hind legs, his neck, his muzzle, his tongue... - his panic receded and slowly mutated into first curiosity, then fascination, and finally joy. His human mind, always muddled by depression and self-hate, was now much more interested in the simple pleasures of wiggling toes and sniffing the pine-scented air. A kind of contentment slowly took over his thought process as he realised that, after all his years of hard work, after all the sweat and tears, he had finally done. He had succeeded. He’d done it. He was a twink no more.

He was now a bear. Tall, strong, and hairy. And he kinda loved it.

[bigfartavenue]

lets talk about art theft versus inspired by. a small call out post

lets start this off with this is not my main account. and it is not linked to any of my main accounts. This is a throw away account for me to post venting things that I want to keep off my main feed. Come at me if you want. I most likely wont read it.

It’s okay to trace to learn a new style.

It’s NOT okay to trace and call it your own or post it without saying it is a direct trace.

It’s okay to use same poses as other artists

it’s NOT okay to  steal other artists poses and trace them without credit or stating where your pose was from.

it is not okay to say someone has traced from you when you are a tracer yourself.

It’s even worse when you don’t even trace but simply cut away parts of one image and piece it wit other parts of other images. water mark them with your name THEN claim they are your own.

Here we have two “artists”. One stealing from the other who steals from in game content and calls it their own.

@/apprentice-chris/ @/the-traveling-apprentice

and

@/savenkey

are both guilty of this theft. Now Savenkey does do actual art and can draw on their own for the most part. But that isn’t  what they are known for. Oh no. They are know for their edits of sprites via data collecting and merging with other sprite parts to make new sprites mixed with their own art. It is an art form of its own. But it’s also not crediting where the art is from, what was drawn uniquely, and where the alter came from. Also the original creators of the sprites are not credited. 

lets have some examples now shall we?

this 

Is just a mixture of these images mixed with their own art

Savenkey has made a call out about someone tracing their art. 

https://savenkey.tumblr.com/post/619645537337131008/art-theft

now lets do some comparisons.

Savenkey says that its their art. 

well that is not entirely true. Save has done some original work on the image, but the image is mostly made of image merging with other images that are then stretched to fit the body size. 

here you can see where the original image ended and their drawing started. you can also see how the left arm piece is pixel-ed differently then the rest and there some cleanup work in the lines meeting the arm. The artist uses a mesh warp tool and warps the main image into the desired position. This is also done to touch up personal images to make a more “snatched” waist or thinner face if you want to think in photoshoping a personal selfie. 

then if you over lap it, you can line up exactly where the coat is lined up and see there was just a small but of image stretching yet the painting keeping its style and structure. 

and the face stays mostly the same with some mesh altered to adjust face to a new structure for the jaw, the eyebrow is also tilted to be less sneering glare to a more serine relaxed state. but its the same eyebrow simply tilted on the base. The closed eye is drawn in by the artist and you can see if you look closely at the way the pixels work.

then we have what was used by the open chest Lucio image that was used in several placed through the image. The hand in the hair and the armor on the shoulder. The images pixels do not match the others and you can see the artists lines where they made alterations to it but kept the base work intact.

also with the arm you can see where the image was taken apart to fit the body in the way the artist wanted to make the image fit. I had a lower quality version of the image so I didn’t have as good of images to work with. I don’t go into the games files and get the raw images like the artist seems to do for their content. 

Moral of the story. One is a tracer of a image mixer. Both do things that artists hate. these both do take a lot of time, but they are a dishonest way of making art compared to people that sketch a base, line art it, paint it, repaint it, delete the image then continue the circle again and again. 

Are they artists? well I have seen original works from Savenkey and know they do know a bit about drawing. But tracing and merging images is  not exactly liked. I do enjoy what content they to post, but its kinda something I like to watch from afar because they seem to be using the games art and using it for clout instead of using their own talent and making original works of art. 

The worse part is the fact that both these artists do not credit other artists and say they made it. That is when it becomes art theft versus modification. 

so please, credit your sources. Post all you want of these modifications, that’s not the problem. It’s  when its mostly merging and modifying a original image with little to no actual work of your own put into it that is the problem. Don’t be like these artists. It is not how you improve and gain a honest reputation. 

I know this post is going to get flamed hard because the artist likes to send an army after people to provide an ounce of negative feedback. So flame away. it’s not going to be seen since I do not post on tumblr often to care. 

[snazzamazing]

Stupid random theories, headcanons, and unpopular opinions of mine

Btw, these are all long so sit tight

My mangle theory :

I cant be the only one here who thinks that mangle was taken apart by little kids. It wouldn't make sense that little toddlers would be strong enough to pull apart a metal robot. That's because the kids didnt break her, william did. Mangle seems like he was an inspiration from funtime foxy because sister location happened before AND a lot of times, "toy foxy" is often referred to "funtime foxy". Due to this inspiration, mangle had the ability to record voices and things just like funtime foxy. Why am I pointing this out? Well, why would mangle randomly have static noises and a broken radio sound? It's her recorder, it's broken. He recorded many things and then recorded something that someone didnt want anyone to find out about. That someone would be William afton. William is always suspicious and doing evil things.Let's say that, oh idk, maybe William murdered someone, some person called the cops on him, (which explains the police messages n stuff in the radio) William killed that person and his the evidence of the murders. At least that's what he thought. Mangle was somehow recording the whole thing. William had no other choice but to take her apart and destroy him. But then William thought that it would to suspicious to have mangle be randomly broken the next day and so he fixed mangle up in way where it looks like shes fixed, but one tug hes broken and the kids are there to blame for. All of this might be a stretch I know, but apparently in one of the fnaf 2 minigames where theres a mangle Sprite, in the files or sources codes or WHATEVER IDK, there's a hidden message that says "he was here" or something like that. THAT CAN SUPPORT THIS THEORY errr headcanons? Idk I should go sleep lol

Micheal headcanon:

I always wanted to believe that Micheal was the older brother/Bully and that the bite victim was a different character. Why? Because I want more..character for Micheal. He went to sister location because he wants his torn apart family to be back together. He went to save Elizabeth and he never forgave himself for being the one to 'kill' his brother and all that failed. I wanted Michaels story to be exciting and emotional because of his past and the whole family thing

I also always liked to think that Micheal started working out to gain some strength before becoming a technician because he knows that the robots are strong and dangerous. That way things can be more action packed with Michael punching through pipes and walls, and holding back animatronics trying to grab him, and just...cool stuff

Fnaf headcanons:

Freddy has a nice deep voice and that's his real voice. When it comes to preforming during the day, he talks in his "family friendly" voice which is all goofy and fun (kinda like Patrick star's voice) The animatronics are a lot different on stage. It's as if they play as characters and they change their voices sometimes (like Freddy). Chica acts like this ditzy cute country gal, Bonnie is a laid back chill bon, foxy is just more ...pirate, and Freddy is a fun loving silly lead singer

Nightmarriones pupils change shape to Express his emotions. (Sad=tear drop pupils, sick=swirly pupils, angry=skull or fire pupils)

Lefty has his own voice instead of a whispery girly voice because he is his own character. He may look like the rockstars but he was made differently. The rockstars were built by some factory or company and they have advanced technology which gives em the ability to have emotions, personalities and to do tricks. Meanwhile lefty was built by henry in a shed or something. Henry only focused on programming him to find charlie and he had to make lefty look like the rockstars to blend in and not be suspicious. Other than that, lefty was a total rush job. Henry only wanted Charlie therefore, Henry didn't care to give lefty a personality, emotions, an EYE, or stablness.

In the afton family, the mother is sweet, kind, caring, and over protective while william is outgoing, silly, and isnt afraid to do anything (before he went insane). Usually kids have similar personalities to their parents soooo I like to think that Micheal is more like his mom but looks like his dad and that Elizabeth looks like her mom but acts like her dad. Why? Because I always saw Michael as a hero, he cares for others and he wants to save his family. He is sweet and protective like his mom. Elizabeth is rebellious and sassy. In the sister location mini cutscene with William and Elizabeth, she disobeys william to see baby and that's a rebellious move. Elizabeth likes adventure and crazy things so she wont follow the rules any time soon.

Funtime chica does all the rockstar's make up. When months pass by, the rockstar's paint would peel or chip and so ft. Chica would repaint their lipsticks, eye shadows, cheeks, etc. And they look fresh and new afterwards

Even though puppet and Goldie (and all the other animatronics) have been through so much shiz, they still try to keep their cool and enjoy life

In the rockstar crew r. Bonnie is the creepiest. Yeah, he seems chill and is self centered, he is the only rockstar who is most likely to murder someone if he's told to do so (this isn't counting ucn where they all kill). All on Bonnie's songs are so creepy and he sings about killing you in unique ways. Stuff like making slivers (or slippers) out of you, flaying your flesh, smashing your face into concrete, ending your life, and stabbing your heart with his guitar. He's definitely into gory stuff

Springtrap has two different personalities. Most of the time he's himself, spring bonnie. A kind fun loving bun who completely changed his personality after becoming springtrap. He is know constantly scared, upset, and afraid of Williams next move. He hates being an evil monster but it's not something he can control due to William still having control over him. When the slringbonnie side of springtrap gets mad or upset that's when hes weak and William takes control and becomes the evil side of springtrap. Springtrap is very aggressive and very strong. Slringbonnie tries to fight back Williams spirit, but as time went on and when the kids got sent free, spring bonnie got lonely and gave up which let William take full control over him. Sprjngbonnie is gone, its William now (which explains scraptrap)

Idk if this is a theory or headcanon but fnaf 1 bonnie is blue. Yes, he is known to be purple and everyone says and draws him purple but he's blue. Maybe it's the certain blue color he is but due to lightning it makes him look very purple. When he's in more darker areas, bonnie is very blue but when he's in the light areas, hes purple. Let's not forget how every single version on bonnie is blue (except for extras like spring springbon and bonnet etc.) Exept for fnaf 1 bonnie. That doesn't make sense if one of the originals would be purple but all the other versions are blue. One more thing, in the silver eyes, they mention that bonnie has blue fur ;) this was a dumb rant sorry

Shadow bon is evil and can shape shift cause hes a goopy shadow boy and shadow fred is his lil assistant

After fazbears fright burned down, William got to take control over springbonnie(trap) and roamed the streets at night. He roamed dark allies and probably killed whoever slighted him. It was a long walk but he was just trying to get to his destination, fred bears diner. Because of the fires, the springtrap suit was more ruined and unsturdy and so it was time for a change. Somehow William got out of the suit but he's weak without one so he picked an old spring bonnie suit, scraptrap. (According to the fnaf minigames there are multiple spring bonnie suits so that why spring trap looks different)

I got more headcanons but this post is already to long :p

My Unpopular opinions:

Am I the only one here who's not way into the whole Michael AI theory?? Like it kinda makes sense but at the same time, making a whole new robot son with advanced technology IN THE 80s does not give the fnaf-y feel?? Ya know what I mean? Like it doesn't fit the theme? Also the ai thing is in the books and the books are a different universe from the games sooo idk why matpat still connected them?? Hsjsbsjsjsn fnaf is just waaaaay to confusing. Also please dont get mad at me for this opinion cause matpats ai thing is just a theory, its not canon

Foxy isnt super great. Dont get me wrong, I love foxy and he's an amazing character but I don't get why he got so much attention and hype

Bonnet and lolbit should just be canon already. They're not canon characters but they're included in sooo many things in fnaf so might as well make em canon

Funko needs to make a fnaf 2 figure set where you collect t.chica,t.bonnie,t.freddy, puppet, one of the withereds or shadows and you collect them all to make a mangled mangle figure. I would DIE for a fully formed noodle fox figure, how cool would that be?

Scraptrap design is perfect. I know that we all make peanut and Jimmy neutron jokes but honestly I love his sharp teach, creepy eyes, AMazInG voice, and his stabby arm. Sometimes in some angles, he can look heck a creepy

SCRAP BABY LEGITIMATELY FREAKS ME OUT SHES SCARY

butter sock

[etjwrites]

OC Backstory Week 3 - Rivals

Has there been a rival in their past? What was their conflict about? 

Write about a scene in their past where the rivals face each other!

@yourocsbackstory​

Did I have any rivals growing up? Hah! You're making me cry I'm laughing so hard. See, the funny thing is, my best friend used to be my worst enemy. Guess I kinda have a habit of doing that. Anyway, there's a particularly amusing incident I remember from back before the frix sprite story I just told you guys. . . .Ken's shaking his head at me, so maybe I shouldn't. Nah, let's do it. Anyone got a picture of the forest we can put up while I'm telling this next one?

“The school report says you bit him. You bit him?” Bo bared his fangs at Nyss, wishing he was already an adult with an impressive growl. “Yeah, and?”

Nyss pinched the brow of his nose, ears and tail drooping. “We've discussed this so many, many times. Kenton is barely a few months older than you. He is not, in any way, shape, or form, responsible for P'rraa's passing!”

“He's human!” Bo spat back, and Nyss crossed his arms. “I wouldn't care if he were a Vyss'n, Bo. You don't go around biting people who've done nothing to provoke it.” Oh, but he had. Nyss didn't understand. Kenton was a stupid human, and it was so unfair that he was better than Bo at almost everything. Everywhere he went, people congratulated him on speaking Klia'an so well, and how great he'd done at recitation night, and on and on. He didn't deserve it. Any of it. Bo's father for a weak, fragile human? It wasn't a fair trade at all. “As it stands,” Nyss waved the parchment in his hands, “you're getting too old for a switching, and honestly, it hasn't even remotely changed your attitude towards Kenton, so after consulting with the Innah, we've decided to try a different tack.” Nyss looked up at the ceiling of their loft muttering “Lanae, give me strength,” and Bo had the sudden sinking feeling he was going to hate whatever his big brother was about to say. “On your school's field excursion to the kitterstone mines tomorrow, you'll be pairing up with Kenton on any assignments Teacher Illyia has for you.” “No!” Bo had been looking forward to visiting the mines for so long. And now he had to work with Kenton? It wasn't going to happen, it simply wasn't.

“Stay out of my way,” Bo said to Kenton after Teacher Illyia had explained their activities for the day. “But we can't complete all our assignments without working together,” the human protested. “That's your problem,” Bo said and grinned at him. The first task was easy enough, using the small nets they'd been given to pan for lumps of kitterstone worn smooth by the water in the shallow pools all around them. His pile grew and grew, but didn't seem to get any bigger than Kenton's who kept pulling the bright red rocks out of the swirling water as fast as Bo. Faster even. The human suddenly gasped, and Bo looked over to see Kenton clutching a beautiful blue rock. “Oh, you found a sapisz stone! Very good, Kenton.” Bo snarled under his breath at Teacher Illyia's over-the-top praise and flung his net aside. “Don't be mad,” Kenton said, and offered the stone to Bo, “we're a team. This is your find too.” “Told you to stay away.” Bo shoved at Kenton's hand and crossed his arms in a sulk, refusing to look when Teacher Illyia added their score to the tally she was keeping. Next they had to collect liphiz flowers from the brush growing around the mines, and while Bo gathered more than Kenton, the irritating human upstaged him yet again. Bo went to present one of his flowers to Seri, only to find that Kenton had already given his adopted sister a crown of the bright orange and purple blossoms. Bo flung his own on the ground and trampled them, not caring that Teacher Illyia swished her tail sternly and marked his and Kenton's score near the very bottom of the list. “Please,” Kenton pleaded after they received their third and final assignment, “please work with me. We did so well on the first task; if we try really hard, we can make up the lost points.” “I can do it. On my own.” But catching the fast swimming craunah in the stream which fed some of the mine's pools was easier said than done. They were see-through, which made spotting one difficult in the first place, and when Bo plunged his hand into the water, they squirted ink jets that hid them from sight again. He tried and tried and tried, coming up with only silt and rocks, his claws piercing leaves and driftwood but not craunah. His only consolation was that Kenton seemed to be struggling just as much. The human was up to his knees in the stream, ink-dark water gushing around him, and he appeared to be holding back tears. Bo gave up on catching the slippery creatures and started to jeer at Kenton instead. The human deserved to know what it felt like to fail at something for once. “Just stop!” Kenton finally yelled at Bo and dragged an arm across his muddy face. “I get that you don't want to help, but you don't have to make it harder for me.” “You think crying will make me feel sorry for you?” Bo laughed, and approached Kenton. “I might be the only person in all of Tribe Osinan who sees you for what you really are. Murderer.” He whispered the last word, so Teacher Illyia wouldn't hear. Kenton's bottom lip trembled, and he clenched his fists. “I lost my pa that day too,” he said, voice shaky and thin. “You don't have to be mean about it. It's why Seri stopped talking to you.” That was why? Seri had stopped coming over to play at Bo's loft because he refused to let Kenton trick him – like he'd tricked everyone else – into forgetting all the people they'd lost trying to help the worthless humans in Ethaba? “You told Seri to stop talking to me?” he growled, furious at the yellow haired human standing in the stream. “No! It was your own actions which pushed her away.” “Liar. If you weren't here P'rraa wouldn't be dead, and Seri would still be my friend. It's all your fault!” Bo sprang at Kenton and tumbled him fully into the stream, pushing his head under the water and scratching at him with his claws. Kenton shrieked, bubbles escaping his mouth, the muffled sound lost under his flailing and thrashing. The commotion must have attracted Teacher Illyia's attention, as moments later Bo found himself being pulled away and his arms firmly restrained behind his back whilst Kenton was dragged out of the water by Seri, crying and vomiting and bleeding from a dozen places. Bo shifted to try and escape, but Teacher Illyia scruffed him without hesitation, and he went limp in her grasp.

“This is the last day you will ever be in one of my classes – in my school at that! Nyss wants you to learn, he'll have to teach you himself.”

“He tried to drown him!?”

Even though Nyss was in the other room, Bo could clearly hear his oldest brother. He sounded very mad and horrified all at the same time. Bo supposed he had good reason, given that Kenton's adopted mother was none other than the leader of Tribe Osinan herself. “Innah, please accept my repentance on Bo's behalf. I assure you, nothing like this will ever happen again.” The low growl accompanying those words gave Bo the sudden certain feeling that he was not yet too old for a switching. He wouldn't outright attack Kenton again though. Rather than open people's eyes to the truth, all it had done was make them feel more sorry for him. And now Seri wouldn't even look at him anymore. He didn't think even two flower crowns would change that. From beyond the spinner-floss curtains, the Innah laughed gently. “Well, Healer Laedr patched up the worst of Kenton's injuries, and he's mostly fine now. Mild maiming does seem to be the best outcome, given the circumstances. We'll keep trying with Bo. At least he didn't bite him this time.”

Was that a funny story, or what? (It wasn't? Most children don't attempt murder to avenge their dead fathers? I'm scaring people, and my sense of humour's is badly skewed? See, now you sound like Laine.) (Oh, it's time for break? I wanna try the cut!) You're watching an interview with the famous Bo of Tribe Osinan on the Thorunn Crystal Broadcast News Network – don't change frequencies, we'll be right back!

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00 - Intro || 01 - Family || 02 - Friends || 04 - Skills || 05 - Loss || 06 - Home || 07 - Free/Secrets

[my-creative-hell]

Reality (Game au)

“Grave! So happy you could join us, it wouldn’t be the same without you!” Scarlet’s sprite smiles joyfully as the sound of her high pitch beeps fill the room, substituting for a voice.

“Really? T-Thanks!” Blushing slightly, Grave’s voice falls quiet as her response is typed into the game for her.

“Of course! Everything’s more interesting when you’re around.” Scarlet responds quickly, her words programmed as she smiles again.

“I-I’m glad you think so!” Grave looks away from the screen as she glows happily, her heart thrumming inside her chest.

“I know so! You’ve protected us so much, how can we ever repay you?” Scarlet enquires, Grave watching as her answer fills the screen.

“I d-dunno! You don’t really have to if you don’t wanna…” Grave explains, shrugging as she smiles happily, enjoying the conversation.

“But you’ve helped my people so much, and princess Rose’s people as well. There isn’t anything you would like in return?” Scarlet pushes gently, making Grave look down nervously as she thinks over her answer.

“Wanna… hold hands… c-cause… yeah.” Grave stammers out, feeling too nervous to form a proper sentence as the game responds automatically.

“That’s the least I can do for you, so of course!” Scarlet grins brightly as her automated response comes through

“Really?” Grave questions, containing herself from glowing brightly a she looks at the screen in surprise.

“Absolutely! You’ve helped us all so much.” Scarlet explains, her sprite nodding in confirmation as she speaks.

“Thank you!” Grave exclaims, giggling as she squeaks happily, glowing brightly in joy as Scarlet smiles.

“You are very welcome!” She continues, the screen around her distorting slightly as the game continues, looking glitched and wrong. Feeling confused, Grave reaches out a hand, gently touching the glitched part of the screen, making Scarlet’s sprite jump in response.

“Are you alright?” Scarlet questions, an unusual response that makes Grave more confused as she pulls her hand away, examining it quickly.

“Yeah, I’m fine… you okay?” She returns the question, watching Scarlet’s sprite frown in response, an expression Grave hasn’t seen before in the game.

“Of course I am, why would I not be?” Scarlet questions, her automated response seeming off, unlike any of the programmed responses Grave had ever heard.

Feeling concern bubble inside of her, Grave frowns as her glow turns sour, feeling worried as Scarlet’s sprite seems to look around as the glitches on the screen glow before the screen flashes white.

Frowning more, Grave glows brightly as the computer begins to make strange noises, the screen flashing as Grave curls herself into a ball, feeling upset and worried.

The computer whirs as a strange sensation comes over Grave, feeling as if she’s being pulled out of her reality as she shakes, her mind buzzing painfully.

The whirring stops as Grave comes to a halt, calm splashing noises coming from behind her as she opens her eyes slightly, able to see sand surrounding her as she looks around, feeling confused.

As she looks around, Grave notices a siren sitting on a rock nearby her, her tail splashing through the water calmly as Grave’s shaking lessens.

“H-Hi…” Grave starts quietly, feeling calmer as the siren turns to look at her, smiling gently.

“Hey, Grave right?” She questions, her familiar appearance clicking in Grave’s brain as she nods in response.

“Yeah! S-Siryn?” She returns the question, smiling as she begins to feel much better about her situation as Siryn nods.

“That’s the name. Didn’t expect you to get brought into all this.” She confides calmly, watching Grave with a keen expression.

“I-Its fine tho… kinda better than home.” Grave explains, giggling softly as she glows in response.

“Well you’re in here now, in what’s supposed to be a game, strange huh?” Siryn laments, smiling as she turns to face Grave properly.

“Yeah… not the weirdest thing I’ve seen though.” Grave explains, playing with her fingers as she shrugs, a soft giggle escaping her.

“Any idea why you’re in here with us?” Siryn questions, laughing quietly at Grave’s response as she watches her.

“Um… g-glitches… yeah.” Grave explains, thinking her words through as she glows in confusion, making Siryn hum quietly.

“That might be it, wonder if that’s got anything to do with that stupid plot…” She ponders absentmindedly.

“It might! Who knows?” Grave questions, laying down on her back as she levitates from the ground slightly.

“You’re a lot calmer about someone cursing the princesses than I thought you’d be.” Siryn comments, frowning gently as she watches Grave.

“I’m sorry?” Grave questions, watching Siryn with concern as she frowns more, sliding off of her rock to rest in the shallow end of the water, still watching Grave.

“Its all any NPC wants to talk about. Not long after the game bugged someone broke into the castle and managed to corner both Scarlet and Rose. Definitely an evil presence, and I heard they were using magic to curse them.” Siryn explains carefully, watching as Grave lights up in panic, hiding her hands in an effort to prevent herself from biting them.

“Wow, you really didn’t know. Well if its any consolation, it shouldn’t be a fatal curse, so they should be alright. You wanna go to them?” Siryn questions, swimming closer to Grave.

Nodding, Grave shakes as Siryn shifts into her human form, offering her a gentle hand, pulling Grave up as she accepts it.

Siryn pats her gently as she walks, leading her to the castle as Grave squeezes her hand, feeling slightly better as Siryn returns the touch, the castle looming in the distance as they walk.

Grave manages to smile as they get closer, glowing in concern, though she calms down as Siryn gets to the castle, patting Grave’s shoulder as they stand outside it.

Hesitating for a moment, Grave clips herself through the doors as Siryn follows behind her, the castle around them seemingly empty.

“Upstairs maybe?” Siryn offers, Grave feeling fear twist inside of her stomach for Scarlet and Rose.

“Y-Yeah…” She agrees nevertheless, Siryn following as she walks up the stairs, leading her to Scarlet’s room silently.

Shaking, Grave opens the door to Scarlet’s room, able to see both her and Rose being pushed against the wall by something she’d never seen before, its body glitched, like it didn’t belong in the game.

Grave’s brain twinges in pain as it screams in panic, making her glow brightly in worry as Scarlet notices her, wincing as the glitched figure pushes her further into the wall.

Grave tries to use her abilities as her brain struggles to focus, the creature turning to look at her as it holds Scarlet and Rose up.

“S t r a n g e  c r e a t u r e.” It comments, its voice distorted and off as Grave panics more, biting into her fingers harshly, drawing blood as it smiles at her, letting go of Rose and Scarlet slightly to look at her.

Grave’s fingers spit blood as she clamps her teeth down against each other, the glitches creature beginning to approach her.

A wall of distortion comes from Grave as the buzzing noise coming from her starts to hurt her ears, the creature flinching at the pin as it hisses at her, backing away.

Another wall of distorted pain comes from Grave as she starts to feel physical and mental pain, the glitched creature vanishing as Siryn rushes forward.

Grave’s breath comes in hard, shallow gasps as her body feels as though its burning, Siryn quickly moving to catch Rose and Scarlet as they collapse, carefully moving them to the bed.

Curling herself into a tight ball, Grave panics as her body burns up, making her sweat as Siryn kneels in front of her.

“Its okay, everything’s okay now.” Siryn’s calming voice cuts through Grave’s thoughts as she gently holds her in her arms, making Grave squeak in surprise and slight fear, her glow dimming slightly.

“It’s done, it’s all over. You’re safe.” Siryn continues, shushing Grave softly as she rubs gentle circles into her back, Grave’s buzzing quieting slightly as she calms, glowing less.

“They’re gone, and its over.” Siryn reassures, gently pressing their foreheads together as Grave beeps softly, hiding in Siryn as she calms more, feeling better.

Humming softly, Siryn wraps Grave in a gentle hug, her glow close to gon as she stops shaking, a soft beep coming from her as Siryn leans out of the hug, flashing her a gentle smile.

Grave squeaks quietly, a small smile coming to her face as she calms down, though Siryn frowns at her still bleeding fingers, ripping some fabric off of her shirt to bandage her fingers tightly.

“T-Thanks…” Grave glows happily as she keeps her voice quiet, Siryn nodding kindly.

“Of course, can’t have you in trouble as well.” She explains, her voice calm and gentle as she speaks.

Grave smiles as she sits, feeling comfortable as she pokes Siryn’s nose, earning a smile of her won as Siryn stands, offering her a hand up.

“Warm…” Grave mumbles quietly, accepting Siryn’s hand to stand up, feeling steady on her feet now.

“I figured out what the curse is.” Siryn explains as she pulls Grave up, gently patting her shoulder.

“What is it?” Grave questions, looking at Siryn intensely, feeling happiness, excitement and concern swirling inside of her.

“It looks like that… think glitched their coding, meaning that they cant survive in this world any longer, but they might be able to outside of it.” Siryn explains, a frown wrinkling her features.

“Oh…” Grave frowns, glowing softly as she fiddles with her hands, thinking as Siryn looks over to Scarlet and Rose, unconscious on the bed.

“They should be fine in another reality, but I don’t know where they would go.” Siryn explains, thinking through their options.

“U-Um… they could go to my house maybe?” Grave offers, tapping her feet against the floor as she speaks.

“You’d be willing to take care of them?” Siryn questions, watching Grave keenly, her expression sharp.

“Of course I would!!!” Grave confirms, smiling as she buzzes quietly, making Siryn nod, believing her.

“Okay, it should be fairly easy to reopen your world, so I can do that while you get them.” Siryn explains, sounding calm.

Wiggling happily, Grave carefully picks up the two princesses, carrying them gently as Siryn’s skin glows softly, the room around Grave shifting to her normal bedroom as she watches.

“That’s cool!” Grave exclaims, glowing as she looks around her room, Siryn smiling happily.

“Thanks. They should wake up as their bodies turn fully human, just make sure they get time to adjust.” Siryn advises.

“Babeys.” Grave comments quietly as she lies Scarlet and Rose down on her large bed, smiling gently as Siryn grins, glitching out of her room silently.

A small frown appears on Grave’s face, though it vanishes quickly as she sits down on the floor, glowing softly as she watches the two princesses. As she does, Scarlet coughs as her body shifts, unused to the action of breathing.

Glowing brighter, Grave watches with concern as Scarlet curls in on herself, whining quietly. Thinking for a moment, Grave climbs on the bed to gently hold Scarlet.

Scarlet relaxes slightly almost instantly, hiding in Grave slightly for warmth and comfort as she adjusts. Her face flushing slightly, Grave buzzes softly as Scarlet stirs slightly, humming quietly.

Poking Scarlet’s nose gently, Grave smiles as she scrunches her face in response, her eyes fluttering open in confusion as Grave hides in her, squeaking softly.

Jumping, Scarlet sits up slightly, panic evident on her face as she struggles to process what’s happening, Grave instantly letting her go and shuffling away to give her some space, feeling worried for her.

Shaking in panic and confusion, Scarlet coughs as her lungs start to adjust, Grave tapping her gently in an effort to get her attention and help calm her down.

Coughing dying down a small bit, Scarlet holds onto Grave’s hand as she calms slightly, Grave carefully petting her hair as Scarlet stops coughing, leaning into the soothing touch.

Grave smiles as she see’s Scarlet adjust, buzzing softly as Rose shifts on the bed, feeling excited as she watches her open her eyes, looking groggy and confused, but not panicked.

Beeping quietly, Grave hides in Scarlet as Rose sits up, rubbing her eyes as she looks around, making Grave giggle as Scarlet leans into her, glowing lightly.

“Where…?” Rose begins, no longer talking in sound, a kind sounding voice tumbling out of her mouth as she pushes herself to sit up properly.

“M-My house…” Grave explains, squeaking at the sound of Rose’s voice as she watches her, a gentle smile on her face.

“Grave? How? …What?” Rose questions, feeling confused on the situation as she watches Grave, quickly adjusting.

“Bad guy did a thing, so now you gotta be here so you’ll be safe.” Grave explains quietly, heart thumping in her chest.

“We’re… real?” Rose presses, feeling surprised as she looks at herself and Scarlet, taking it in.

“Y-Yeah!” Grave explains, smiling brightly as Rose seems happy, shifting on the bed carefully.

“Wow, dresses kind of suck now I can feel it.” Rose jokes, listening to the coarse fabric of her dress scratch against the bed.

“Oh! I-I can give you a hoodie if you’d like? They’re very comfy.” Grave offers, glowing softly as Rose nods, Scarlet feeling cold as she hides in her.

Taking off her hoodie, Grave hands it to Rose gently, watching her put it on as she glows brighter, warming up for Scarlet, who hides in her more for the heat.

“Babeys…” Grave squeaks softly as she wiggles, Rose cracking a smile as she moves over to them carefully.

“Why are you helping us? We’re only game characters.” Rose questions, watching Grave curiously.

“Because!” Grave explains, gently poking Rose’s nose as she blushes silently, Scarlet hugging Grave gently.

“Do you wanna cuddle?” Grave offers, thinking as she looks at Rose, watching her face go red as she nods silently.

Gently, Grave pulls Rose in for a hug as Rose blushes red, Scarlet curling up comfortably.

Looking away as she blushes, Grave wiggles gently, feeling Scarlet burrow into her, letting out a quiet yawn.

Squeaking, Grave glows as Scarlet gets sleepier, all three of them being pulled down by Rose to lay gently in the bed. Grave blushes as she closes her eyes, her glow going down as her heart thumps wildly.

“…Do you like us?” The quiet voice of Scarlet rings out as Rose giggles softly, sounding sleepy and muffled.

“O-Of course I do… how could I not?” Grave questions, hiding her flushed face as she speaks, her voice quiet.

“We weren’t real until now.” Scarlet answers, her voice sad as she shrugs gently, watching Grave.

“I-I liked you before you were real.” Grave explains, giggling quietly as she presses her forehead to Scarlet’s gently.

“We both like you too…” Scarlet sniffles quietly as she accepts the comforting touch, feeling better.

“You do?” Grave questions, looking at Scarlet as both her and Rose nod in reply, blushing.

“B-…” Grave frowns softly. “But why?” She questions, trying to come with her own answer as Rose pets Scarlet’s hair reassuringly.

“A lot of players would be mean… though we could only respond in programmed ways, we could see what you typed. You were always so nice, you treated us like we were human.” Scarlet explains quietly, hiding her flushed face from view.

“Aaaaa!” Grave screams quietly, hiding her face as she blushes, making Rose smile as she hugs them both gently. “I’ve been a t t a c k e d.” Grave squeaks, hiding herself more as Rose giggles, Scarlet feeling warm as she holds her.

“Can I, um…” Grave gets quiet as she speaks, looking at Rose nervously. “Can I kiss you?” She questions, Scarlet shifting as Rose blushes furiously, nodding in confirmation nevertheless.

Gently, Grave presses a kiss to Rose’s lips, feeling happy as she gets kissed back, Scarlet shifting to hug Grave more for comfort.

Squeaking, Grave hides in Rose as Scarlet whines at her indignantly, wanting some attention of her own.

Giggling, Grave holds Scarlet in her arms gently, giving her a soft kiss on her forehead as she cuddles her, making Scarlet laugh as she curls into Grave for comfort.

Glowing softly, Grave closes her eyes as Scarlet falls asleep besides her, feeling sleepy herself as she snuggles closer. Rose closes her eyes silently, falling asleep herself as Grave gets sleepier, gently stroking her hair as she hugs them, feeling sleepier each second, joining them slowly.

 Sunlight shines through the curtains as Grave stirs in the morning, keeping her eyes closed as she relishes in the calm aura in the room, too comfortable to think about moving.

Scarlet’s head rests against her chest gently, using Grave as a pillow as she curls around her, Rose hugging the both of them gently in her sleep, making Grave smile as she opens her eyes to look, not wanting to wake either of them up.

Scrunching her nose, Scarlet hides her face in Grave, making her squeak quietly as she glows, finding it very cute as Rose shifts, hugging her more. Squeaking again, Grave hides to keep herself quiet as her heart pounds loudly in her chest.

Shifting on her chest slightly, Scarlet lets out a small noise, making Grave frown slightly, though she doesn’t move just yet, not wanting to wake her up. Frowning softly, Scarlet clings onto Grave gently in her sleep.

Glowing dimly, Grave feels slightly worried as she shifts to hold Scarlet in her arms, listening to her hum softly as she stirs from sleep slightly at the touch.

Grave stops frowning slightly, though concern still swirls in her mind as Scarlet opens her eyes slightly, uncurling from her ball like posture.

Smiling at her gently, Grave pokes Scarlet’s nose gently, still feeling concern as Scarlet scrunches her nose, giving Grave a sleepy smile.

“Morning, beautiful.” Grave giggles quietly as she speaks, watching Scarlet’s face light up in a blush.

“…Morning.” She responds quietly, hiding her face from view as Grave glows softly.

“You good?” Grave questions, feeling worried for Scarlet still as she peeks from her hiding spot, nodding gently.

“Saw something, is that normal?” Scarlet questions, Grave feeling confusion and worry swirl inside of her.

“What did you see?” She asks softly, watching Scarlet with a soft expression as she waits for an answer.

“Um… I saw the thing that cursed us I think?” Scarlet explains, thinking through her answer as Grave frowns.

“Ah, you had a nightmare…” She explains, pressing her forehead against Scarlet’s gently. “Its normal, but not fun.” She continues.

“But at least I’m here, so I’m okay.” Scarlet smiles gently as she accepts the gentle touch.

“That’s true… I’m glad you’re okay.” Grave comments, glowing as she kisses Scarlet softly.

“I’m okay.” Scarlet confirms, squeaking at the affection quietly as she snuggles into Grave.

“Good!!!” Grave exclaims quietly, smiling as she holds Scarlet gently, wiggling as she giggles, Rose beginning to stir now.

Glowing softly, Grave looks at Rose, poking her nose gently as she opens her eyes, stretching in the bed.

“Good morning!” Grave exclaims quietly, smiling a Rose wiggles in the bed, returning the smile warmly.

“Morning.” She responds, voice calm as she gives Grave a gentle kiss, waking up slowly.

“Did you sleep okay?” Grave questions, blushing as she returns the kiss. Rose nods in response, gently petting both Grave’s and Scarlet’s hair.

Glowing softly, Grave closes her eyes at the soft touch, making Rose giggle as she litters both her and Scarlet with kisses.

Squeaking, Grave kisses Rose’s neck gently, watching her face go bright red as she hides from view in Grave.

“Cute!!!” Grave exclaims, laughing as she hugs Rose, making her squeal as she hides from view more. “Aw, I wanna see your cute face!” Grave protests, faking a frown as Rose whines.

“Pleaaaase?” Grave questions, attempting to sound sad as she glows softly, Rose sighing as she peeks at her. “Thank you!” Grave smiles, kissing her again as Rose blushes, hugging Grave.

“Babey!!!” Grave smiles, rubbing Rose’s head gently as she giggles, sticking her tongue out at Grave in response. “That just makes you look even m o r e babey!!!” Grave explains, Rose huffing as she pokes her nose gently.

Squeaking, Grave pokes Rose’s nose in return, making Rose giggle as she scrunches her nose at the sensation.

“Guess what?” Grave holds Rose’s face in her hands gently, smiling as Rose watches her curiously.

“What?” Rose questions, her voice perplexed as Scarlet watches them, intrigued and entertained by their antics.

“I love you!” Grave exclaims, kissing Rose gently in response, making Rose blush as she returns the kiss.

“We love you!” She counters, pulling Scarlet into the hug gently, making her giggle happily as the three of them start their lives in the real world together.

[franticbindings]

Ability Check, Please! - Part 1

As Eric’s consciousness slowly drifted towards wakefulness, he became dimly aware of the room around him. He was snug and warm in the bed, which was piled so high with fluffy blankets that only a sliver of his face was peeking out. The pale morning light streamed in through the window and fell gently on his closed eyes. He breathed sleepily and could make out hints of pleasant, familiar smells—wood smoke and fresh-baked bread. He hovered on the cusp of waking for several long minutes, dozing contentedly.

Then he remembered.

Four days ago, he had arrived in Waterdeep—the City of Splendors—with his adventuring companions.

Three days ago, he had woken up filled with excitement to explore the city, only to find their rooms empty and all their belongings gone.

Two days ago, he realized that they weren’t coming back.

Yesterday he had climbed into bed, and he had yet to emerge. The innkeeper had been kind enough to bring meals up to him.

All the shame and despair over being abandoned so casually—without even a word or a note—came rushing back, and Eric let out a low groan and rolled onto his back, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. He had always been a bit of an outsider in the group, but he had thought that all those months on the road where they faced danger together would have counted for something. 

Maybe I’m just hopelessly naïve. He supposed he should be happy that they waited until they had reached their destination before ditching him, but mostly he just felt sad. At least I’m not totally alone. The stillness of the room was disturbed by the flutter of delicate wings, and Eric felt the soft impact of tiny feet through the blankets covering him.

“Good, you’re awake. Get dressed, we’re going out today.”

Eric squinted up at his familiar, Dex, who was perched on his chest. His iridescent wings were at full attention, his hands were on his hips and his face was set with determination; it might have been an intimidating sight if Dex wasn’t only nine inches tall. He was a sprite, which meant he looked mostly like an elf writ small, but his exaggerated features would give away his fey nature even if his size and wings didn’t—his ears were a little too prominent, his hair too brilliantly orange, and his eyes were like burnished gold. His pale skin was dotted all over with dense spirals of freckles in a way that was both beautiful and strange.

Eric’s voice was still rough with sleep when he spoke, “Dex, I believe you may have some misapprehensions about which of us is in charge in this relationship.” He rolled over onto his side, petulantly dislodging the sprite, who nimbly flitted up into the air before settling cross-legged on the pillow in Eric’s line of sight.

Dex crossed his arms over his lightly armored chest, “You’re being a sad sack, so I get to be in charge until you’ve got your head on straight.”

Eric rolled his eyes, “I think I’m allowed to be upset when I’ve been abandoned by almost all of my friends.”

“First of all? Those assholes were never your friends. They treated you like dirt and you only put up with it because you lack confidence and you grew up knowing each other. Inertia is a terrible reason to base who you get into dangerous situations with.”

Eric’s tried to muster some indignation on his own behalf but only managed to yawn, when he spoke his rustic Dale’s accent was thick. “This is a swell pep talk—real inspirin’.”

Dex didn’t dignify that with a response, “Secondly, you’re better off without them. Seriously, I read their hearts, so you can trust me on this.” This statement was accompanied by significant finger wiggling, which Eric presumed was to indicate Dex’s ability to read someone’s inner nature by laying hands upon them. “They’re one bad week away from going feral. I won’t be in the least bit surprised if they manage to get kicked out of the city before winter is out.”

Eric sighed, “They did have a tendency to ruffle people’s feathers.”

Dex leaned forward and met Eric’s gaze pointedly, “Are you really going to miss having to clean up their messes?”

“I guess not.” Eric chewed on his lip thoughtfully, “I kinda still want to mope for another day though. Can I put off getting my act together for just a little longer?”

Dex shook his head, “We’ve got to be out of here by noon.”

“What? Why?”

“We’re almost out of money.”

“What?!” Eric’s eyes widened with shock. “What about the payoff for the escort job? My share was almost thirty gold.” You could live comfortably on that much for nearly a month, even in a city like Waterdeep.

“Remember? They convinced you to wait and split the money until the morning and then…”

“And then they left!” Eric sat bolt upright in his bed and felt his face flush with anger. His short blonde hair was wild from days of neglect and he was so outraged he could barely think. “Those… those…”

“Bastards? Shit weasels?” Dex fluttered up into the air and hovered at eye level in front of Eric.

“Those... ungrateful assholes! I’m the only reason we got that job!” Eric crossed his arms in a huff. His anger had an invigorating effect, pushing back the fog of negative emotions, but it was fading as quickly as it had come. Worry and fear were quick to take its place, and Eric looked plaintively at his friend.

“What are we gonna do?”

“We are going to find a new party. Hopefully this time without the assholes.”

Dex flew over to the bedside table and returned carrying a rolled-up piece of parchment, which he unfurled. It was an advertisement, the kind that people put up on signposts and bulletin boards. Written on it was:

The Yawning Portal Welcomes All Adventurers!

Rainrun Street, Castle Ward

-Gateway to The Undermountain-

-Hire Adventurers-

-Join or Form a Party-

-Trade Information and Items-

“Is this what you were out doing yesterday?” Eric took the page and settled it in his lap, reading it over a few times.

Dex nodded.

I could find another party, but what if they don’t respect me either? It had been hard to get the measure of other adventuring groups during their travels since the unrestrained egos of his own party invariably made rivals out of anyone they met. He had seen pity in some of their eyes when they had looked at him—at the time he had thought that were questioning why someone like him was getting involved in the dangerous business of adventuring, but now he wondered if they just saw how he was treated and thought he deserved better. Eric slumped over a little, resting his chin on his hand. His gaze was downcast and unfocused, “Maybe I should just give up on adventuring and get a job at a bakery.”

Dex landed in front of Eric and kicked him lightly in his blanket-covered leg with one pointy boot. “You’re doubting yourself again. Quit it.”

Eric met Dex’s eyes briefly before his gaze skittered away to the window, “I can be kind of a liability—I’m useless if I get grabbed. That’s probably why everyone left.”

Dex scowled and hopped up the pile of blankets that covered Eric’s lap until he was right in his friend’s face, “You are a handpicked champion of The Flawless Queen. Are you doubting her wisdom?”

Eric leaned back, but kept his eyes averted and his voice soft, “She was pretty clear that I only had the potential to be a hero. That’s no guarantee.”

Dex planted his hands on his hips and flicked his wings in frustration, “Well, after watching you in action and reading your heart more times than I can count I’m sure about two things—you’ve got a genuine heroic spirit, and that would be wasted working in a bakery. Think of all the people you’ve helped!”

Eric sighed, and was finally able to meet Dex’s gaze, “You’re probably right.”

“I’m always right.”

Eric managed to muster a chuckle at that and started to climb out of bed, “Sure, Dex. Do you know how to get to this Yawning Portal place?”

“Yeah, I scouted it out yesterday. It’s not far.”

Eric hummed in consideration as he stretched out his back and limbs, which popped loudly in the quiet of the room, “I figure we should drop by this tavern and see what time everybody usually shows up. We might need to sell our last healing potion if we can’t find a cheaper inn. Not sure what to do after that.”

“Well, you wanted to explore the city before everything happened. I figured we could do that. The stuff I saw was pretty impressive for mortal work, but it doesn’t really rate compared to The Queen’s palace.”

“No, I guess it wouldn’t.” Eric began to strip off his two-day-old undergarments and he moved over to the washbasin, where he did a simple spell to heat the water. He was of average height but compact with lithe muscle, and he was unselfconscious about being disrobed in front of his familiar. As he washed, he let his mind drift among memories of his time with The Flawless Queen.

He had gotten lost in the woods and stumbled across her entourage purely by accident, much to his initial consternation. He had heard plenty of stories about the fickle nature of the fey, and when he was brought before her there was no doubt in his mind that he faced one of the most powerful of their kind. Eric expected to be so overwhelmed by her raw aura of majesty and power that he would be unable to speak but found instead that the words came easily—he surprised himself with clever turns of phrase as he apologized for his intrusion and explained his predicament. The Queen must have been pleased by this, as she agreed to help him find his way back to his home in Featherdale in exchange for his conversation as they traveled. Eric soon discovered that The Flawless Queen was inspiration incarnate, and it didn’t take long in her presence before Eric was admitting to dreams that he had never given voice to—the desire to help people in a way that mattered, his dream of leaving home to find adventure and perhaps, if he was lucky, love. When the Queen offered him her blessings—magic, and an ally in Dex—in order to help make those dreams a reality, Eric had been eager to accept. 

It had all seemed so simple at the time. When did I lose that? The next hour passed quickly as Eric completed his ablutions and prepared to depart with Dex’s help. He cleaned his dirty clothes with magic and dressed warmly for the chilly autumn wind that he knew would be blowing in from the ocean. He hung his spell component pouch over his left shoulder, and his Book of Shadows hung from his waist on his right. With some difficulty he crammed all of his various belongings into his backpack, which settled on his shoulders with only a modicum of clanking—he was carrying quite a bit of cookware. He paused in the common room to grab a quick breakfast and to thank the innkeeper for indulging him the previous day (“Of course, dear! I do hope you’re feeling better!”). That done, he hurried out into the pale morning light in search of the next adventure.

~*~

Eric looked curiously up at the Yawning Portal inn—all three stories of it. It was built of stone, with a slate roof, and looked to be about as old as the other buildings in the area. It was also clearly labeled with a sign that hung from black iron chains above the door. As he watched, a group of three dwarves emerged from the inn, talking amongst themselves in dwarven. Eric swallowed down his nervousness and walked up to the door and entered.

Eric found himself in a large open space with wooden floors—it was pleasantly warm after the chilly autumn air, and the sunlight was streaming in through tall windows that faced the street, illuminating a bar along the left wall and a dozen or so tables with chairs scattered around the first floor. Eric’s attention was immediately drawn to the center of the spacious room, where there was what looked like a giant well—easily forty feet across—which was surrounded by a waist-high barrier of bricks and descended who knows how deeply into the earth. The building was constructed so that there was a column of open space above the well, extending up to the second and third floor, and Eric could just make out more seating for patrons on the upper floors. Staircases spiraled around the pillars that supported the ceiling and dangling down from the top of the third floor was a rope and pulley system that descended into the depths.

“Do people go down there?” Eric wondered aloud as he approached the barrier and looked down into the pit. He could see about thirty feet down before everything was swallowed by darkness.

Dex landed on the edge of the barrier surrounding the hole in the floor and was peering down into it when a gruff voice boomed out from behind them.

“Entrance to the Undermountain is one gold per person, though I can’t in good conscience let you go down there by yourself.”

Dex flitted up to head height and let out an offended, “He’s not alone. He’s got me!”

Eric turned around and took in the barkeep, who was making a placating gesture. He was about a head taller than Eric and looked quite fit despite his greying hair. The man’s thickly muscled arms looked made for swinging swords, and Eric immediately pegged him as a retired adventurer. He continued speaking, with a little contrition in his voice.

“I’ve got the same objections for two as for one. Unless you’ve got a few more in your party out in the city somewhere?”

Eric walked over to the bar, which was empty of patrons except for one, down at the end. As he slipped off his pack, Eric spared them enough of a glance to make out pale skin, dark hair, and gleaming silver armor. He settled himself on one of the bar stools and made introductions and exchanged a few polite niceties. The barkeep was actually the owner of the establishment, and his name was Durnan.

“‘As to your question, I’m afraid it’s just us at the moment.” Eric was wringing his hands below the bar top but still wearing his best ‘Please like me!’ smile. He pressed on, “That’s actually why we’re here. We saw your flyer and figured it coming here was a good way to meet some new people.”

“Could be, could be. How long have you been adventuring?”

“I’ve done a few quests here and there since I was sixteen, so for about two years now. But I’ve been doing this full time since I left home about six months ago.”

“You’re a spellcaster, right? What’s your best spell?”

“Well, my specialty is illusions and enchantments. My best trick is probably…” Eric hummed, considering, “Either making someone fly, or hypnotizing a bunch of people at once with an illusion.” 

“Not too bad. You really made it this far with just the two of you?”

“I’ve been traveling with a group for the past six months, but…” Eric looked down—he had hoped to avoid explaining this. Despite Dex’s words of encouragement, he still felt quite a bit of shame over being left behind, and he wasn’t keen on sharing that with someone he just met.

Dex cut in, crossing his arms as if daring anyone to contradict him. “But they were jerks and we’re better off without them.”

Durnan made a sympathetic noise, “Sometimes that’s how it goes. As for finding a new party—there are usually a handful of people looking to get their feet wet that show up every night around sundown. At your level of skill, you could get a group of them and set yourself up as the leader—might have to take some jobs that are below your usual pay grade until they get more experienced. As for more advanced groups—Jack over there has been looking for a spell slinger to round out his crew for a while now. His group is a good one—skilled, and not in the business for the wrong reasons. I’ll introduce you if you like.”

 “Oh!” Eric blinked, a little surprised that Dex’s plan was bearing fruit so soon. “If it’s not too much trouble!”

“Think nothing of it. Besides, if you go on to do great things together then I get to say I had a hand in it.” Durnan chuckled a little and strode over to the other end of the bar. As the innkeeper conversed with the man, gesturing a few times back in Eric’s direction, Eric got a good look at him.

Jack was, without a doubt, one of the most attractive people Eric had ever laid eyes on. This was saying something since Eric had spent a day and a night in the company of a faerie queen and her entourage. He had seen ethereal beauty and grace the likes of which the mortal world would never know, but they fey were beautiful in the way the most glorious aspects of nature were—you could appreciate the sunrise from a distance, but you couldn’t reach out and touch it. 

Jack was beautiful in a more human, potentially obtainable way—Eric noticed short dark hair, broad shoulders, sharp features, and intense pale blue eyes. He was armored elegantly but simply, with a breastplate, arm guards and greaves, and he had a longsword strapped to his waist. The armor was well fitted, so it didn’t obscure the fact that his body was solid with lean muscle in a way that Eric was definitely appreciating. 

Jack and Durnan concluded their conversation, and Jack started over in Eric’s direction with an easy grace, one hand resting on his sword’s pommel. Jack gave Eric an obvious once over as he approached, taking him in, and Eric did his best not to blush.

Dex fluttered up next to Eric’s ear and whispered, “Just so you know—he’s been totally stealing glances at you since you came in.” 

Eric was definitely blushing now, and Jack was standing right in front of him, extending his hand.

“Eric, right? I’m Jack Zimmermann.”

[connor-murphy-trash]

hi can i blease have some modern au Race hcs? idc what i just love him

AN: Hi guys! I am so sorry this has been in my inbox for forever. I’m not sure if this is even coherent at this point because I wrote to over the course of two weeks because I couldn’t focus on it. So I don’t know how this came out. But I hope you enjoy it anyways!

TW: Being sick, talks about an orphanage

Word Count: 1,733

Genre: Fluff

You were the new kid in school

It was your first week there

You would always ride the bus

Your parents used the only car your family had so they could go to work

Of course, the bus you rode was always the last one to show up

So you would hang around just people watching or working on some homework or something

But you were stuck on a question for your bio homework

Then you spotted someone across the room who was in the same class as you

So you went to ask him for help

You walked over to him

And he was sitting with a bunch of other boys

Who you assumed were all friends because they seemed to always ride the same bus and hang out together at lunch

You introduced yourself to him

And he said his name was Elmer

He walked you back to the bench you were originally sitting on

And helped you with the question

Once it was done

You thanked him

And started talking

His bus was about to pull up so you quickly exchanged numbers so if you had any more questions about the homework he could help you

Soon after Elmer’s bus left

Yours arrived

Later that night you and Elmer started talking again

Just getting to know each other

You told him how nice it was to have someone to talk with

Considering you hadn’t made any new friends at the school yet

So Elmer invited you to sit with him and some of his other friends at lunch the next day

You agreed to do so

So the next day you met his friends

And there were a LOT of them

Luckily you got on quite well with them all

You aren’t going to lie tho

It was kinda intimidating

There were just so many of them to keep track of

Then you asked how they all had met

In the most casual way, you had ever heard

Albert said that they all lived at the same orphanage

You were slightly shocked by this

You just didn’t expect it

But you accepted it and moved on with the conversation

The boy nicknamed Finch was telling you about how good his aim with a slingshot is

When a VERY attractive blond boy sat in the only empty seat left at the table

Which just so happened to be right next to you

“Are you guys trying to replace me with some new kid?”

He gasped and made an overdramatic hurt expression

Which made you laugh a little

Hearing you laugh made the boy smile slightly

You introduced yourself and he said  he went by the name Racetrack Higgins

Race for short

“Well it’s very nice to meet you ‘Race for Short’”

It was his turn to laugh at your joke

“I like them, Jack can we keep them?”

Jack seemed like he was the main person in charge

All of the other boys seemed to look up to him and respect his decisions

So when Race asked this

Everyone’s attention turned to Jack

“I suppose if they want to stick around, they can”

The boys were very happy about this

It was surprising to have so much praise just because Jack said you could stay

You guess then that’s a big deal

They even add you to their group chat

Which you imagine is going to be constantly blowing up your phone

But it’s okay

Because you finally made some friends!

A few weeks later, you were fully part of their group

You got a chance to message and talk with each of them individually

And you loved them all

But you loved Race the most

As in

You developed a slight crush on him

But you weren’t going to act on those feelings

You just barely became friends with everyone

You weren’t going to ruin that all because you had a crush

Everything was going amazing with your new group of friends

You were super close to Elmer, Jojo, Mush, and Davey

But you loved all of the boys

And girls

Jack was officially dating Katherine Plummer

Apparently, he had been pining over her for a while

So it was kinda a big deal

Also Davey’s sister, Sarah, recently started hanging out with you guys too

It was nice to have some gal pals and not be stuck with the boys all the time

One day you had to stay home from school because you were sick

You normally would have the first period with Jojo, Specs, and Race

So when both you and Race didn’t show up

Specs asked if you were out for the day in the group chat

He said that Race was home sick too

You weren’t the closest with Race

Because you didn’t want your feelings for him to grow and ruin your chance in the whole friend group

So when he texted you privately

And asked how you were doing

It threw you off a little

But you did have to admit

It was nice knowing he cared about you

You told him about how you weren’t feeling well

You had a fever and could barely breathe and had a bad cough

Basically, you had a really bad cold

And apparently, Race had one too

Just not quite as bad as you

You couldn’t really do much but lay in bed

Whereas Race just had a stuffy nose and a bit of a cough

So he offered to come over to your house and keep you company

Also to take care of you because both of your parents were going to be at work all day

You tried to make up an excuse because you didn’t want your crush to see you when you were this gross and sick

But your foggy brain couldn’t think of any good ones

So you reluctantly agreed

Race got to your house about a half hour later

Despite it being a ten-minute drive from the orphanage to your house

When Race showed up

He had a shopping bag filled with things

Simple snacks like crackers, cheerios, Sprite, etc

And a few things to entertain you both like movies and playing cards

You were not expecting all of that

But it was sweet nonetheless

You guys played a few rounds of go fish

Because that’s all you could handle mentally at the moment

And afterward, you were exhausted

Having no energy sucks

But Race didn’t want you to push yourself

So he offered to put on a movie

He apparently brought a bunch of Disney and Pixar movies

And he had you choose which one to watch first

You chose Tangled

He put it into your computer and set it up to play on your TV

Then he sat next to you on your bed

His back up against your headboard

Sitting on top of the blankets

You were laying underneath them curled into a ball

“You can lay down with me Race, it’s okay”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’m okay right here.”

“Race you are sick too. I’m telling you to lay down, you don’t have a choice.”

So he scooted down so he was laying

Still on top of the blankets

“Get your ass under here Race. You are going to get cold.”

“Are you sure, Y/N?”

He was so nervous about making you feel weird

It was cute

But you told him to get under the blankets

So he did

And he stayed on his side of the bed

Eventually, you started to drift into sleep

As you were only half asleep you said you were cold

And you cuddled into Races side

You put your head onto his chest

And wrapped an arm around his middle

“Is this okay?” you mumbled

Even tho you were half asleep and didn’t really know what you were doing you still asked

That made him blush a little

He said it was okay

Then he slowly wrapped his arms around you

As if he was protecting you from the outside world

He repeated your question to make sure you were comfortable with it

All he got in response was a slight head nod and a small hum of approval

And you snuggling even closer to him

Now he was really blushing

He was glad your eyes were closed so you couldn’t see it

Or the small smile that was forming on his face

Soon you drifted off into a peaceful dreamland

Race stayed awake for a little while just watching the movie

And making sure you slept peacefully

But eventually, the wear of the day mixed with the fact that he was also ill got to him

And he too drifted off into a peaceful slumber with you in his arms

Right where you belonged

Once school ended Sarah and Davey came over to your house to check on you

They had texted you earlier in the day to make sure that was okay

They let themselves into your house

And went up to your bedroom

Their jaws dropped when they saw you and Race cuddled up sleeping

Sarah immediately took out her phone and snapped a pic of you two

They decided you looked well taken care of

So they left a note on your desk and went home

About 20 mins later both your phone and Races were blowing up and awoke you from your peaceful slumber

You both checked your phone and the group chat was freaking out

You scroll up to the top of the new messages

NEW TEXT FROM: Sar Bear💖🐻

“Davey and I went to check on you two, but you seemed to be doing just fine without us 😉😍”

*insert picture of you and Race cuddled up with a Disney movie in the background*

All of the boys were hounding on you two in the chat

Sending heart eyes, key smashes, and “I SHIP IT"’s

Also some “I called it!” and “Use protection”’s

When you saw all this you were so embarrassed

You wanted to hide away forever

But before you could pull away from the cuddling position you were in with Race

He held you even tighter to his body

And gave you a small kiss on your forehead

Maybe getting tested wasn’t going to be too bad

As long as you had Race right by your side