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islandofsages · 8 months ago

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HEYY!! I love your writing from what i've read and i was wondering if i could ask for a gn reader (yuu) teaching the housewardens about like classic fandom lore- like imagine them turning into matpat to explain fnaf and undertale!! 😭😭 feel free to not do this and have a good day!! Thanks :D

characters: housewardens x gn!yuu

tags: platonic, fluff, crack kinda, imagines format

warnings: swearing

author's notes: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG also all the fandoms mentioned here are all fandoms ive been in at some point :D fun times mhm

Riddle Rosehearts

He knows you’re very passionate about fandom culture but you never really had the chance to infodump about it to him

Until one day, you drop by Heartslabyul for a leisurely visit, when you see a not-so-clearly distressed Riddle sitting in the lounge

Not-so-clearly meaning he’s holding a teacup in his hand yet not drinking it, eyes closed as if he’s holding in all his emotions

You grow worried at this sight and slide next to him on the couch where he is seated, hoping you can help alleviate some of that stress

He sees you and he allows himself a sigh, then musters up a smile for you. He greets you and you cut straight to the point - can you help him with anything?

He releases a second sigh and shakes his head, telling you he only needs some sort of distraction. He just had a long day and needs to take his mind off things

You take a second to think of things that you can distract him with – that’s when a lightbulb goes off in your head. This is a prime opportunity for you

“Okay, I’m guessing you haven’t heard of Five Nights at Freddy’s since it’s a franchise from my world and all but the lore is crazy. So it starts like this…”

He wasn’t expecting to be paying much attention to the contents of what you’re saying but sooner or later, he ends up leaning towards you with his hand cupping his chin, mouth slightly agape at the story you’re telling

This inspires you to dump even more information about the media somehow at the rate that you’re going

By the end of it, he’s completely forgotten what he was so worried about. His head is full of creepy pizzerias for kids and haunted animatronics

He ends up having some trouble sleeping that night though. He’ll get you for that later.

Leona Kingscholar

He won’t lie, your interest in fandoms is too reminiscent of Idia for him – he doesn’t admit this to you obviously, since he hasn’t had the chance to

But on one particularly boring day, you decide to skip class with him and he lets you tag along for the hell of it

In the span of three seconds, he’s already off in dreamland. Sometimes you wish you had such a skill

Since you have nothing better to do and he’s way too deep in his sleep to even care anyway, you start rambling to yourself and a slumbering Leona

“Well, I’ve been thinking a lot about Undertale lately so I need to dump it all somewhere. So basically you play as this kid…”

Little do you know halfway through his nap, he wakes up from how much you’re talking. At first, he’s annoyed by your yapping but then he grows interest in what you’re saying

He’s almost tempted to try that game for himself and almost disappointed that it’s not available in Twisted Wonderland. Emphasis on almost.

When you’re done rambling, that’s when he stretches his arms over his head and yawn, commenting how noisy you were

You shrug it off. You're used to him complaining about you yapping instead of napping alongside him

…But then he asks you to tell him more about Undertale, if there's any more information you’re keeping from him out of the kindness of your heart

You smile smugly at this and his expression seems to say “don't make me regret asking” but oh, you definitely will make him regret even being friends with you in the first place

Needless to say, regrets were not the only thing he held at the end of that day.

Azul Ashengrotto

Similar to Leona, your fixation on fandom culture reminds him too much of Idia. not that that’s necessarily a bad thing - it’s more of an observation

And he gets more than an observation when you get the chance to show him what you’re made of: useless fandom culture and gaming knowledge

Speaking of Idia, he goes to you as a last resort to ask you to help him understand whatever the hell Idia’s talking about

You don’t know too much about Twisted Wonderland’s fandom culture just yet but when Azul explains the premise of a certain game and its fandom, it gives you an idea

“Sounds pretty similar to Yandere Simulator. Ooh, that one has a lot of history. Let me tell you about it…”

Unfortunately for him, he ended up unlocking your geekiness instead of having you address the things he was confused with

But at least your story makes it a bit easier to understand? He’s yet to decide that really but at least it sounds like you’re taking his lack of slang knowledge into consideration

Your infodump really gripped his attention though - it’s interesting to know another side of human culture, even if it’s not the humans of Twisted Wonderland

He would nod understandingly (or at least, politely) and thank you and your geekiness

He relays your story to Idia and finds it intriguing how similar fandom culture is in both Twisted Wonderland and your world

He would invite you to Board Game Club meetings so that you can rave and find out more about Twisted Wonderland’s fandom culture with Idia

He’d realize that was a big mistake and he may or may not have created the nerdiest pair in the world - but you guys are his nerdiest pair in the world.

Kalim Al-Asim

He’s very curious about fandom culture - he doesn’t know too much about it nor anyone who knows a lot about it so almost all the fandom information in his head are from you

He really wants to know more!!! So of course that warrants a hangout session fabricated as a study session to get Jamil’s stamp of approval

So there you are in his room, books laid out in front of the two of you but most importantly, a laptop

You two watch about a dozen videos on Twisted Wonderland’s fandom culture and as you absorb all the very-much-useful information, you sneak in tidbits from the culture of your world

“This one in particular is reminiscent of Danganronpa. Man, that one was a wild ride…”

It’s exciting to be able to talk about it with someone you trust wholeheartedly, especially Kalim, whom you know wouldn’t be so judging

He only nods in understanding at every point you made, his eyes sparkling with all the curiosity in his body

You were on your thirteenth video when you two are interrupted by a rap on the door and an unfortunately-familiar voice

So obviously you and your bestie hurriedly rush to close all the tabs on your laptop and open up something more academically-inclined

Which is obviously a…dictionary site

Jamil blinks twice at this, says nothing (but probably noting how it makes sense for you guys since you two are bumbling idiots) and walks away

If there’s any dictionary being read that day, it’d be a dictionary of fandom terminology, that’s for sure.

Vil Schoenheit

He doesn’t know too much about it - and doesn’t bother to learn much about it since he has better things to do - but since it’s you, he tries his best to be a good listener

The two of you sit down in the courtyard one day, the chirping of birds and rustling of leaves music to your ears; beauty truly is everywhere around you when you’re next to him

He’s talking about something. You’re not sure what because you’re entranced by the way his hair hangs above his eyes so elegantly. He notices this and calls you out for it

You shrug and excuse how you can’t help it - he’s like a dating simulator love interest in the real. He asks you what you mean by this. Now’s your chance to shine!

“Hmm, you know, something like Mystic Messenger? Hehe, let me tell you a bit about it…”

Unluckily for him, your “a bit” turns out to be a four-hour long ramble about the aforementioned dating simulator a little too reminiscent of Rook for his liking too

Despite his reservations, he really did enjoy hearing you talk so passionately about your interest; it’s a bonus that the topic itself is interesting

He tells you he wouldn’t mind trying out the game or at least finding out more about it though unfortunately it’s not available in Twisted Wonderland

You share his shame - until he says he’ll pitch the concept of the game to some authorities he know and perhaps make it a reality

Sorry, he’s going to what now?

You’re a little shaken. Sometimes you forget he’s a world-class model, despite his looks and mannerisms. You save your nerves for if a Twisted Wonderland version of Mystic Messenger actually ends up happening

He thanks you for enlightening him about fandom and video gaming culture. You use this as a cue to add another four hours of ranting about V’s route in the game.

Idia Shroud

You’re another victim for him to taint… or so he thought. You’re more of an ally than a victim at this point, considering how nerdy you are

He’d dump fandom lore on you and you’d reciprocate it right back. He’s genuinely so impressed with your knowledge, even if they differ by some degree due to being from different worlds

He gets more impressed when you pull up with knowledge about Twisted Wonderland’s fandom culture like damn, you really brushed up on your talking points already

Friendly rivalry aside, he really does enjoy talking about fandom culture with you and hearing about the things from your world - every story you tell adds a little color into his world

One day, the two of you are leaning on each other, on your phones because of course you are, even if you two are friends, talking still isn’t Idia’s strong suit

That’s when you blurt it out–

“Hey, wanna hear about this game called Persona? It’s a turn-based RPG and…”

Regardless of his response to your question, you ended up babbling away either way. It’s how conversations start between the two of you

You’re speaking so fast, he would have mistaken you for a rapper - or a doppelganger of himself even

Consider him entertained - he finds himself smiling by the end of your yapping and intrigued by your story

He then obviously starts to relate it to something from Twisted Wonderland, passing the listener baton to you

You don’t mind – you can stay there for hours and hours, just going back and forth with your fellow nerdy-ass friend.

Malleus Draconia

This man barely knows how to use a smartphone so you had to be a little patient with him when guiding him through the fandom culture trenches

He’s happy that you trust and cherish him enough to talk about your interests with no reservations or shame – and the feeling is mutual

On a certain weekend, the two of you are hanging out as usual. Chatting as friends would do

You don’t know why but the conversation reminded you of a certain fandom

“It’s kinda like Genshin’s community, I guess. They’re a riot, let me tell you that.”

Oh? What’s a Genshin and why is its community a riot?

You’re glad he asked – because you’ve prepared a 100-slide presentation on the history of the game and its fans

He asks you why and how did you find the time to make that. You tell him to shut up and that it doesn’t matter, he just needs to listen to you

You start and it feels like you’ll never stop – there’s just so much to say and Malleus has so much time in the world

Seeing his reactions to certain events makes you crack up and at times, you’d laugh at his shocked expressions (or sigh exhaustively, depending on the event you’re explaining)

When you finally stop, he gives you a one-man standing ovation. You blush a little at the attention and unexpected reaction but you appreciate his sentiment nonetheless. He tells you that your presentation has been very informative for him

You’re relieved to have been able to get that off your chest… and Malleus is more than ecstatic to relay the information to everyone he’s ever known. You obviously pretend that you had no involvement in his sudden investment of a game from another world.

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arrowfleur · 9 days ago

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Redacted characters but as random pieces of media that mean a lot to them…

(Or that remind me of them since I’m almost certain Brachium has never played Five Nights at Freddy’s)

BLAKE & BRACHIUM: FNAF 6 end speech, Blake: You played right into our hands. did you really think that this job just fell out of the sky for you? No, this was a gift. For us. You gathered them all together in one space just like he asked you to. All of those little souls in one place, a gift. For us.

Brachium: It’s in your nature to protect the innocent. I’m sorry that on that day. The day you were shut out and left to die. No one was there to lift you up in their arms. The way you lifted others into yours. And then, what became of you?

GAVIN: Fleabag, oh early Gavin GETS this show. “And sometimes I wish I didn't even know that fucking existed. And I know that my body, as it is now, really is the only thing I have left, and when that gets old and unfuckable I may as well just kill it. And somehow there isn't anything worse than someone who doesn’t want to fuck me.”

DARLIN’ : Isle of Dogs “I am not your pet. I don’t like you. I don’t care about you. I won’t wait for you. I bite.” “I’m not a violent dog. I don’t know why I bite.”

FREELANCER: Fantastic mr fox speech, ‘I think I have this thing where everybody has to think I'm the greatest.And if they aren't completely knocked out and dazzled and slightly intimidated by me, I don't feel good about myself.’

DAVID: The last of us: yeah he cried, yes he had to pause between flashbacks, no it didn’t remind him of anybody.

LASKO : Bojack horseman, free churro episode ‘Suddenly you realise you’ll never have the good relationship you wanted , and as long as they were alive, even though you’ll never admit it, part of you, the stupidest goddamn part of you, was still holding on to that chance. And you didn’t even realise it until that chance went away’. ‘I’m your son, all I had was you!’

#redacted blake #redacted brachium #redacted darlin’#redacted gavin #redacted David #redacted lasko #redacted freelancer

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puhpandas · 1 year ago

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Rabbit Burrow

(5180 words) part 2 (1 found here)

Tony Becker, one year after surviving the attack from GGY, tracks down Gregory post-SB. But he has to get through Vanessa and Freddy before he can get to Gregory.

Its only after Tony has run through the interaction with Vanessa ten times over that he realizes she never told him how she knows Gregory.

He'd been nothing but restless since she left. His eyes have been darting to and from the digital clock on the end table on the other side of arm of the couch, and his brain has been so scattered, all he can focus on is the awaiting reunion.

The baking show has long since switched to a new episode since he last checked the TV. Tony's worried that at this point, his fingers will start bleeding if he keeps picking at them like this.

The only saving grace in a long chunk of nothing-but-anticipation is when Tony's phone buzzes at 6:01pm, right when he had started to gather his thoughts and began plan out the reunion in his head like remembering a speech.

Ellis: dude where r u????

Ellis: yr mom said u arent home and she keeps asking me if ur with me and where u r

All Tony does is sigh. He cant even find it in him to feel bad that his Mom and Grandma are probably worried. All he can think about is how his arms are shaking and his stomach feels floaty.

He types back with thumbs that have peeling skin on the edge of the fingernails.

Tony: Remember how I covered for you that one time?

Tony: I need you to cover for me. If you need to tell her that I'm with you and I'm staying over do that. I just need any excuse.

Ellis: yea i remember but why?

Ellis: if a guy covers for u u can at least tell him what the deal is

Tony: I'm doing something really important. I can't tell you all the details yet.

Tony: I just need you to trust me. Please. It'll help me out a lot, Ellis.

Tony: I promise I'll make it up to you next time you need something.

Ellis: dude didnt know it was that important

Ellis: dont worry then. u know i can tell a mean lie when i need to

Tony: Dude thanks. That's a big relief. It wont be in vain.

Ellis: my services will not be for free tho

Ellis: i will need something in return

Tony: What do you want?

Ellis: for u to buy me a cookie next time i see u at lunch

Tony finds it in him to roll his eyes at that. He smiles a bit, and right as he goes to send back I'll buy you two, Freddy Fazbear makes some sort of clunking sound.

Its enough to make his already fluttery heart clench and himself almost fly off of the couch. He jerks and yelps and can only stare Freddy Fazbears black eyelids phwip open, and his pupils glow..

They're blank, though, like they're on but Freddy himself isnt. His body whirs and shifts slowly, as if running a diagnostic, and after his ears wiggle, theres a clear difference.

Tony just sits rigid as a board with eyes wide as saucers as Freddy doesnt notice him right away. He just takes the jump cables off of his ears and sets them on the carpet, and moves his torso to face the window.

Which Tony is blocking. Since hes on the couch sitting directly next to the animatronic.

Theres a staring contest with a distinct lack of breathing for all but a few moments, before the small black plastic pieces that are Freddys eyebrows tilt downwards.

"Wait wait wait!" Tony holds out his hands, but Freddy doesnt get off the couch and attack him like his fears. Freddys eyes dont leave his once, and it reminds him too much of those few times Freddy would stare him down and be hot on his heels in the Pizzaplex during the GGY debacle.

Freddy pauses, not even so much as twitching as he burns an LED hole into him. Tony tries to get over the unease and stutters out, "Um, Vanessa trusts me. I talked to her. She told me to stay here."

For a fleeting moment, Tony believes he somehow said the wrong thing and that Freddy is now going to grab him and beat him into a pulp like he feared back at the Pizzaplex all that time ago. But during the rigid silence, the glow in Freddys eyes flickers for half a second, and some sort of beeping sound emits from a hidden speaker.

"I have just contacted her." Freddy finally breaks the tension, and Tony sighs at how his voice does not sound aggressive. In fact, Freddy hadn't spoken at all when Tony had been afraid of him last year. "You are telling the truth... my apologies."

"Theres no issue." Tony manages when Freddy looks so undoubtedly apologetic theres no doubt that he's not genuine. He scratches the back of his neck. "...I guess I wouldnt be too keen on a stranger being in my house when I wake up either."

"Yes," Freddy nods, and his ears bob at the motion. Theres a split second of silence where the baking show Tony hasn't caught a single second of is the only noise in the room. "so that begs the question; why are you here?"

Tony jerks. "What?"

"You are a stranger in my house, like you said." Freddy points out, not unkindly. "I would appreciate knowing why. Even if you already went over it with Vanessa."

"Oh. Well. I dont know what all Vanessa told you, but... I'm here for Gregory."

Freddy doesnt immediately turn distrustful or wary like Vanessa had. Probably because he already knows Tony is a friend. "She said you were an old friend of his." Freddy confirms. His "So, you are the boy Gregory talks to much about."

Tony doesnt really know how to respond to that. He grabs a fold of fabric from the arm of his jacket in-between his fingers. "Uh...yeah."

"I'm sure you've already talked to Vanessa. So I wont beat around the bush." Freddy says. "But Gregory has tried so hard to remember you."

Tony brows furrow. "...She said he has dreams sometimes. And that's how he knows I-- we exist."

"Yes." Freddy nods."But she probably did not tell you that he tries to figure out what reminded him of you, so he can continue to keep dreaming."

Tony's eyes widen, and he picks at his fingers. No. Vanessa did not mention that. She said nothing about Gregory actively searching for Tony around his life to see him in his dreams.

Freddys LED eyes dim, and his ears and eyelids droop in a clear sign of upset. "It breaks my heart. To see Gregory try to gather the broken pieces of his memories." His eyes stare at the couch cushion below them, before they dart up to look him in the eye. "You were obviously very important to him, if he searches like this."

"He is to me too." Is all Tony can manage. He's suddenly getting a sense adjacent to deja vu.

"Its clear that he is." Freddy is still looking him in the eye, but somehow, Tony feels like he's smiling at him. "If you came all this way to see him."

And he really did come a long way, didnt he? He took a bus to a different county. He spent hours and hours scouring the internet for any mention of Greg after he suddenly up and went missing as soon by the time Tony had recovered enough to look for him.

Greg has searched too, apparently. Tony cant help but be aware of. Even after losing his memories.

"What is your name?" Freddy suddenly asks him.

"Tony Becker." Tony answers easily. "I guess he doesnt remember my name, huh?"

"No. But he has tried. Believe me when I say that." Freddy says. "He wants to know more about his life before what happened more than anything."

"...You think he'll be happy to see me?"

"There is no doubt, Tony Becker."

The last time he had seen Greg, it was in a dusty back room with a knife in his back.

But despite that, it isnt what Tony thinks when he thinks Greg. When he thinks of Greg, he thinks of the sleepovers and the days Greg would show up at school one day with his hair different lengths. He thinks about how He, Greg, and Ellis would Vs. eachother on the air hockey machine. He thinks about the stories they'd come up with in creative writing.

When he thinks of that afternoon at the Pizzaplex, he doesnt think Greg. He thinks GGY. Maybe its that first inkling of separation that got him here.

Theres been a stretch of silence while Tony soaked it in. The rain outside has slowed, and the sun peeking through the gray clouds shines through the window, white lines on the coffee table like the blinds are a stencil.

"But the truth is... I do not think Vanessa feels the same." Freddy suddenly says. "She wants to protect him from the awful memories. I do not have to deal with them like she does, but I assume they... that they haunt her."

His ears droop. "I believe that she does not want Gregory to have to as well."

"So shes trying to keep them from him?" Tony asks, a brow raised. "But that's his choice, isn't it?"

"That is how I feel." Freddy agrees, looking at him again. It's starting to become less uncomfortable. "Listen, Tony Becker. I may not know for sure, but I feel that Vanessa is afraid to let you near Gregory. Seeing you will make him remember so much."

His mind immediately jumps to a thousand implications at that."If shes scared, what does that mean?" He asks. "She'll make me leave? She'll change her mind?"

"I do not think so." Freddy assures. "But my point is that she has been trying for so long to keep Gregorys memories under wraps. It is not with malice, but this is why I ask you this."

"Gregory has long since chosen to remember, even if Vanessa does not want him to." Freddy says havent left his once, and Tony doesnt look away, either. Freddys pupils suddenly appear brighter in a way when he speaks again, "To keep them from him after he has already made his choice would be cruel. Which is why I would like you to help him, Tony Becker."

Tony hasnt forgotten how Greg fought for him that day at the Pizzaplex. He hasnt forgotten how all that mattered was Tony escaping. Not if Greg would get in trouble. Not if something would happen to him.

Gregory has, though. Greg has forgotten a lot of things.

But if seeing Tony in danger that fateful afternoon made him remember himself enough to fight, and win against mind control?

Tony can fight for Greg's memories, too. Even if it takes another year.

"He deserves to remember his old life." Freddy says. "Vanessa has told me that his parents are dead. Any life he had before is nothing but a faint memory." He hums, melancholy. "But it's one I want him to remember."

Me too Tony almost says. Because all Tony has wanted throughout this last year is his friend back.

"Greg was one of my best friends." Tony says quietly, eyes downcast. He counts the threads in the couch cushion. "I want him to remember me and Ellis and... everything. It's why I'm here."

"I have not been able to help him, no matter how much I've wanted to." Freddy responds, sounding sad. "But I am glad you are here. Now Gregory truly has a chance of obtaining what hes been chasing for so long."

"Me too." Tony replies, not knowing which exactly hes responding too.

"So," Freddy pauses. "what do you say?"

"I'll do it." Tony responds immediately. "But... I just have to ask. Why do you trust me so much? Vanessa wouldnt even tell me anything until I answered her riddles."

Freddy hums. "It is exactly as you said." Freddy answers. "You earned Vanessa's trust. So in turn you have earned my trust. I trust Vanessa to trust you."

Tony doesnt respond, for a moment, just taking that in.

The amount of faith you have in someone to trust them that much. To know you can rely on them. To have no doubt...

Tony glances at the hallway he can see just over the back of the couch and down the hall into the room with the slightly open door, with the pens and pencils and bed and desk, and wonders how tightly wound the people in this house are with eachother.

"...Then I'll return the favor." Tony smiles. "You're friends of Greg's, and, well... I was friends with him, once upon an time. And he still seems to think so." He holds out a hand. "Any friend of Greg's is a friend of mine."

Freddys ears wiggle, and his eyelids come up in a way that make him look overjoyed. "Any friend of Gregory's is a friend of mine." Freddy repeats, shaking Tony's hand. "We are in this together, now. We will have to be there for Gregory if he remembers not so great things."

"And for the great things." Tony smiles, going over the few months worth of memories of their three amigos friendship he has in his head. "Its worth it, I think."

After all, if Tony's found a way to seperate killer Greg with his Greg, then he thinks Gregory probably can as well.

"I'm glad we have that settled." Freddys ears wiggle, and his eyes do that dimming thing again for half a second. "Because Vanessa has just contacted me and let me know that she is almost back with Gregory."

He makes some sort of choking noise. Theres a thousand things on the tip of Tony's tongue in seconds. His eyes blow wide as saucers, and he twists his back to look at the clock that reads 6:34.

He immediately feels like someone dumped a bucket of ice water on his head. He stutters, trying to gather his thoughts, and eventually gets out "How long?!"

"Soon." Freddy smiles. "It wont be long, now. It seems all the work you've done has paid off."

Tony cant find it in him to move his mouth after that. Just too rigid. It feels like theres electricity buzzing up his skin and a wildfire in his chest. It feels like he cold start floating like a balloon at any moment.

He doesnt respond to Freddy, after that. He just twists his body to face the front door (his back twinges. maybe he shouldn't slouch over his laptop and desk so much) and waits.

A few minutes is nothing in the grand scheme of things. Not really when its put up against the year he's taken to track Greg down. But its somehow more agonizing waiting now when he knows Greg is in arms reach, instead of it being uncertain if he'd ever see him again.

It's not uncertain, now. Is the thing. Greg is on his way, and Tony, for once, doesn't even know what to think. All he can do is sit there and be clammy and impatient.

Freddy chuckles. Tony ignores it. He burns a hole into the front door just across the living room, only hearing his own jumbled thoughts and roaring in his ears over the baking show on the TV.

Its Winter right now. So by 6:45, all the light outside has darkened into pitch blackness. The residential street lights outside the apartments make the raindrops on the window glow. The TV is still going in the background.

Freddy is as still as he is, joining him in watching the door as restless as a bored puppy. Listening to the ventilation inside of Freddys inner workings is the only thing that reminds Tony to breathe.

After multiple agonizing minutes, Tony jerks when the slam of a car door is heard distantly outside the window.

"Are you ready, Tony Becker?" Freddy breaks the silence. Looking back at Freddy is the first time Tony looks away from the door. "We do not know how much he will remember at first. It may be messy. It may not."

Messy is definitely a word he would use to describe a lot of the things that have happened, here. So he just nods, a tilt of his head. "I'm ready."

"He is ready, too." replies Freddy.

And that's all that's said until the doorknob begins to rattle.

All that Tony manages is a strangled gasp before he's bolting off the couch, almost tripping over Freddys legs. His converse slide on the laminate wood, and he stands there. In perfect view of the door.

His legs feel cold and his chest airy as he watches. He waits for movement, and cant help the tremble in his hands when the deadbolt unlocks. He can hear voices. Only because hes straining his ears, but he can hear a high pitched voice muffled and faint behind the door.

The doorknob rattles, and Tony watches as the deadbolt unlocks from the inside. His heart stutters in his chest when he hears voices outside, and he can pinpoint one of the pitches as Greg's.

"Come on, Vanessa. Were home. Now tell me what the suprise is!"

"I think you'll want to see it for yourself, Greg."

"Its inside? Well what could it possibly be if you wont even give me a hint--"

The knob twists, and the door creaks open. Its steady and agonizingalmost as if it's in slow motion.

And there he is.

Theres the pale skin and short stature and blue clothes. Tony isnt breathing when he just looks, and sees the boy he'd been searching for so long right in front of him.

He has raindrops in his chocolate brown hair. Greg doesnt look away from Vanessa while he walks in, at first, but Vanessa looks away from Gregory. She meets his eyes, and Tony doesnt have it in him to dissect what the look could mean.

All he cares about is how Greg follows her gaze.

He stops in his tracks, his mud stained Pizzaplex brand sneakers planting him firmly in place.

It's like everything else falls away when Greg meets his eyes. Huge, amber eyes that grow as wide as saucers when they see him. Theres a dark jagged scar wrapped around his cheek that makes it to his nose that wasnt there before.

The silence is deafening, as they just stand there and stare at eachother. Tony thinks he isnt breathing. Theres electricity shooting up his spine. His fingers twitch and tremble. Greg just stares, mouth agape.

Tony's own twitches, and he smacks his lips together, testing if he can still speak at all. His legs are rooted to the ground as he says, just above a whisper, "Greg."

Greg's face shifts ever so slightly, and it's only now Tony realizes his eyes are a bit faraway. Like he's...

Remembering something.

In an instant, they dart and blink, and Greg is looking at him again.

Tony dares to break through the water by taking a step. He never tears his eyes away from Gregory's own.

At some point, Vanessa moved away from the door and somewhere else in the house.

Which means the coast is clear when Tony takes a step, and then another, and Greg is meeting him in the middle.

Hes almost sprinting when they crash into eachother like waves. Immediately, Tony wraps his arms around Greg tight, and Greg clutches back just as desperately.

"Tony." Gregory says breathlessly. Tony can feel Greg's hair brush against his cheek and his hands ball up his jacket. "Its you. That's your name. You're the..."

"The one you've been dreaming about?" Tony chuckles, and to his suprise, it's a little wet. His legs ache from pushing himself into the hug so much, but he ignores it. "Yeah. Me and Ellis. Your friends."

"Tony and Ellis." Greg repeats, and Tony could cry at how it's the same voice in all of his memories. A few things are different; Gregory's face has changed a bit, and so has his hair and clothes. But all of the things that made him Greg back then are still here.

"I--" Greg stutters. "I tried so hard to remember anything about you. I was gonna track you down, I hope you know. Cause you're the only things I remember about..."

"I know, Greg." Tony replies. Greg pulls away from the hug, and Tony still has a grip on his shoulders. "They told me everything."

He jerks his head towards Freddy and Vanessa, and when Greg looks over at him, Freddys ears wiggle and Vanessa does a small little wave.

"Some suprise." Gregory chuckles, wiping at his dry eyes. "Jeez, its just-- I just remembered so much. Just by seeing you, and--"

Greg's eyes turn a little misty as he looks in Tony's own. "We were friends." He says. "And I forgot you for so long."

"It wasnt your fault." Tony smiles slightly. Greg still has to look up at him a bit, like he did last time Tony saw him. "Freddy and Vanessa told me you tried your best to remember us."

Gregory nods, glancing over at them. "I did." He says. "I wanted to know what triggered the first dream so bad. But... I never figured it out."

"I guess it doesn't matter now." Tony says. "I'm right here in front of you, and you remember now. Ellis'll be really glad to see you, too."

Gregory chuckles. "I missed him." He says. "I missed you, too."

"Me too." Tony replies, and it doesn't feel like those two words can encapsulate how much Tony has felt the past year. "Ellis really missed you as well. He still is. You don't know what happened to him when you went missing."

Gregory ducks his head, eyes downcast. "I wish I did."

Tony eyes Freddy from the corner of his eye, and he nods. Tony looks back towards Greg. "I can tell you some stuff, if you want. Vanessa said something reminded you of me one day." He smiles. "I can try to help remind you of stuff enough to remember more."

Gregory's head shoots up, and to Tony's suprise, tears gather in his eyes. As quick as they come, he ducks his head, using the sleeve of his navy jacket to wipe them away. "Yeah." He sniffs. "That'd be great."

"I'm glad you guys reunited." Vanessa pipes up to their left. "But, Gregory, I think you should go take a breather. I wanna talk to Tony anyway."

Greg doesnt answer for a second, but eventually he nods, smiling at Tony as he peels himself away. Tony takes note of how the tooth Gregory had been missing last year is still gone.

Tony watches him go, and his eyes dont leave his back until the door to his room shuts.

"Kid," Vanessa grabs his attention. She gestures to sit down on the couch, and he moves over, sitting in-between Freddy and her. "that went well. Really well."

Tony just nods, not able to shake the trembling in his fingers and the floaty feeling in his chest.

"It doesnt seem like he remembered anything bad." Vanessa points out. "He couldnt have. He wouldn't be so calm if he did, trust me."

Tony remembers Freddys words about how Vanessa grapples with the things shes done, so he does. He nods again, and Vanessa smiles. "So that's good. Listen, kid. If you can somehow have Gregory remember his old life without any of the mind control murder stuff, that would be the best case scenario."

Freddy whirs and straightens out a but, opening his mouth to speak, but he stops at the last second. "It wouldnt be unfair to Gregory if he wasnt remembering anything good, Fred." Vanessa points out.

"That is true." Freddy agrees. "There is no point in Gregory remembering anything harmful to him if avoidable. Vanessa knows that better than anyone."

Tony opens his mouth to speak, but pauses.

Not remember anything bad? As in he wouldnt be able to remember that day at the Pizzaplex?

How Greg had put himself on the line and fought for Tony's life? How he'd succeeded? How Tony always desperately wanted to see Greg again just to talk about it?

Words get caught in his throat, but he pushes them down and shoves his feelings aside. He just nods. "I'll do my best."

"Thanks." Vanessa says, and she sounds more relieved than Tony's ever heard anyone. She puts a hand on his shoulder, offering him a smile. "Really. Thank you, kid. I'd do anything for Gregory to never have to remember the same things I do."

Tony just nods again, finding that for the first time in his life, he has no words to say. "Yeah."

"I am sure you're dying to catch up with Gregory." Freddy smiles. "Go on, Tony Becker. We will give you both space."

Tony smiles, shooting up and shimmying past Freddys legs in-between the coffee table towards the hall. "Okay. Sure." He only lingers for another moment to say "Thanks!"

Its jet black outside when Tony passes a window, and by the time he makes it to Greg's room, the only light available is a small table lamp on the desk with paper strewn about. Greg sits on his bed, deep in thought, before snapping out of it when Tony walks in.

"Hey." Gregory smiles, and Tony grins back when he shuts the door behind him. He cant help how his eyes wander about the room, taking in every detail as he moves further into the room. His backpack is tossed on the floor beside his bed, and theres comic pages and drawings thumbtacked up across every wall. Theres a corkboard with blocky letters written on paper sheets scattered around, and his bedsheets have constellations on them.

Tony's eyes linger on the desk, where there are multiple comics covering every inch, some half-finished and some fully colored.

"You would draw comics when we were friends, too." Tony says, making his way over and peering at all of the different drawings. "I'd call them graphic novels. I'd write the story and you'd draw."

"I think I had a dream about that." Greg says. "We'd go in your room and brainstorm, right?"

"Yeah." Tony smiles. He looks at the dates scribbles in the corners of them all, and notices that most of them are recent.

"Its one of the only dreams I had." Gregory says. "It... it would make me so mad because it never went any different. And it had been the only indication you even existed for so long." He chuckles without humor. "The other dreams weren't much different, but, well, I was never really able to figure out how to trigger a new dream."

As he keeps looking, some of the older comics, like the ones on the walls and the underneath the piles of recent ones have dates from a few months ago.

It's like a tiny lightbulb goes off above his head. He turns to Gregory, asking "Do you remember when you had the first dream?"

Gregory pauses for a moment. "Yeah." He says. "It was a few months ago. The first dream I had was about us drawing comics in your room."

Tony smiles, finding the earliest date to be near October last year. Its February now. "Did you ever think the thing that triggered that memory was drawing a comic?"

Tony watches as the gears turn in Greg's head. Hes silent for a moment, before muttering, "No. I didnt."

Tony looks at the window on the wall by Greg's bed and watches as raindrops drip down the screen on the other side. Crickets are chirping faintly, and he can hear Freddy and Vanessa's voices muffled behind the door.

The days events catch up to him, and right as the first inkling of tiredness creep up on him, he says "So how about we try to make a comic together like the dream? Maybe it'll bring back some new memories."

Gregory is silent for a moment, and Tony watches as his eyes widen, and a grin gradually stretches across his face. "Okay." He says. "Yeah. Let's do it."

So it's in Greg's room, instead of Tony's, where they hunker down for the night and squish next to eachother on the same chair at the same desk and brainstorm a comic. Tony makes a point of calling it a graphic novel like he used to, because Greg would always say something about it, and unsurprisingly, this time is no different.

The only light is from Gregory's small table lamp shoved to the very corner to make room for more papers, and it's only when they have everything ready does Greg finally ask about the story.

"You said you'd write the story and I'd draw." Gregory says. His shoulder is pressed up against Tony's on the chair and his voice is loud in his ear. "So what's the story?"

Tony hums for a second, jumbled thoughts and ideas running course in his mind, then he gets an idea.

He grins slowly as it dawns on him. He glances over at Greg.

"You always liked nonfiction better, right?" Gregory says, voice up an octave like a question. "Real life stuff."

"Yeah." Tony confirms. "This is a real story."

"So tell me." Greg smiles, leaning back to get a good view of Tony. Tony himself does the same, and Greg is doing one of those lopsided smiles that shows off his missing tooth. "And I'll start drawing the panels."

Its only after theyve hunkered down does Tony really let himself revel in the fact that he found Greg, and he's here and okay. It may not be perfect, since Tony never really will be able to speak to that Gregory that saved him that day and thank him, but its content. Tony has his friend back, and he can't ask for any more.

He's long since decided on a story when he finally tells Gregory. He smiles softly, before saying,

"This story is about a kid named Gregory, who once hacked the school PA speakers and started beatboxing."

🔎🐰

Ellis: um so how long will i have to keep this up???

Ellis: would be nice to know

Tony: I dont know how long I'll be gone.

Tony: I'll buy you as many cookies as you want for this.

Ellis: we will negotiate when you come back

Ellis: for now ill uphold my end of the deal mr. becker

Tony: I'll uphold mine early.

Tony sent an image

Image ID: A boy with short dark brown hair and a green jacket angling the camera so by his head is a boy with pale skin and chocolate brown hair. The boy with dark hair is smiling and the boy with brown hair is looking suprised at the camera.

Ellis is typing...

ao3 link

#finally got this done #was struggling so if its evident #my bad lol #my fics #detective rabbit #bell boots #gregory #tony #ggy #tony becker #fnaf gregory #tftp #tales from the pizzaplex #twoshot #3 star fam #vanessa #freddy #ellis #pandas writes

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rockkal · 1 year ago

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HOMESTUCK BEYOND CANON NEXT UPD8(s) PREDICTIONS (I'm delusional, btw) /SHITPOST

We get to see Jack Noir be a pathetic little meow meow and has depression because he's too busy working at the mine coal to see his wife

The Felt come into the screen, also somehow snowman, and they all say "We voted for Obama" (this is very important homestuck lore, btw)

Brand new character called HEROIN ADDICT is introduced. Son of Karkat and Dave. Has a brother named John Egbert Strider Vantas

Clover flirts with Jane and gets sent to the weed dungeon. And not like the good weed. I mean like the weed that really feels like shit

Jake becomes new leader of the Felt and Crowbar becomes his dad (Crowbar dad AU, write that down, it'll be on the test)

We get to see Death, the character, talk with ULT Dirk and he brang along the Midnight Crew, Mom Lalonde B1 and Dad egbert because he thinks they're cool (also, Mom Lalonde and Dad Egbert kiss a lot in death's office and have tea and buscuits with the Midnight Crew)

CALIBORN COMES FOR A SINGLE PANEL AND MAKES JUNE OFFICIALLY TRANS! BECAUSE HE HATES JUNE AND HE HATES WOMEN SO HE COMBINES THE TWO THINGS HE HATES INTO ONE (this is a joke, btw. I honestly want June's transitioning to be more in character then just the gremlin guy I like does it for me)

Ms Paint. becomes narrator of both Candy and Meat and it's just a podcast about different types of paint

Something related to The Midnight Crew's creator, Professor Mayasaka or however the fuck ya spell it, something translated into midnight. Whatever. I just wanna see the professor man come in and do something

JANE REVIVES AIMLESS RENEGADE SOMEHOW AND HE GOES GOD TIER! (His Classpect is Mage of Blood because I say so)

Sollux and Eridan kissing

Roxy breaks the fourth wall and says "it's Roxy Lalonding time" and Roxy Lalondes all over the place

A bucket appears and yeah

We see Andrew Hussie in a bath robe

Terezi manages to give back the legal rights to Beyond Canon back to their creators (sorry, I forgot your name, mister cool homestuck guy. I forget easily :'(]

Vriska dies. (I hate Vriska! (In a Kismesis way))

Equius comes back to say "I require horse" and then he gets prototyped with the universe frog

Matchsticks gets a personality and we learn he wants to become an actual fire fighter and save people since he was a kid

Stitch becomes hella cool by partnering with Kanaya to beat the shit out of Dirk

Rose just stays Rose because I forgot she existed

21 again but with Dave

June Egbert gets two new dads and they're Eggs and Biscuits from The Felt because it reminds her of her dead dad's cakes

Diamonds Droogs/Draconian Dignitary x Dad Crocker 20 hour oiled up make out session flash animation

Calliope has a child with Roxy. (comment what ya think they would be called)

Dirk eats a baby (it's John Egbert Strider Vantas)

AR gets to have a robo body and becomes friends with AR and Aradia and also Aranea is there to keep them in check and they call eachother the "AR squad", but Aranea is the out cast because she is blue

Eden Gardner (homestuck OC of @springselkie) gets a mention.

Monkeys become relevant to the plot

Jack Noir gets to show us his stabs

Bold Eagles are Aimless Renegade's second power, because he's the only AMERUCAN character in homestuck

Jake gets a beard and celebrates by showing us his level 100 GYAT

What Pumpkin office remains is an important location in the story

Mommy Condie comes back and marries Earth C's version of Colonel sassacres

Freddy Fazber, new character, literally the best. Hor hor hor hor.

Something related to drugs, I guess (I'm running out of ideas)

Fortnite becomes canon and everyone loves it

Deltarune reference

Jack Noir eats money and becomes lamborghini

Jack Noir villain arc where he and June kiss (their kismesis, it's ok. They want to kill eachother)

Rose's wifi is STILL shitty! COME ON, IT'S BEEN 10 YEARS, FIX YOUR INTERNET CONNECTION, GURL!

Kanaya gets to make something Lord English related

We see Doc Scratch because he's awesome

Wayward Vagabond comes back from the grave and does ANOTHER revolution against monerchy. He is truly the best diplomat.

MLP gets mentioned

Problem Sleuth shows up for 5 panels and then dies

Nepeta gets to kill Pickle Inspector

Eridan smokes weed

[S] Terezi: Do the mackarena

Weed chapter

Karkat gets a period cramp

Something something Lord English in black void, becomes normal Caliborn, being room mates with Equius, Gamzee and AR (auto-responder)

Free Bird fight sequence

Joe Biden gets a mention because he was probably in office before the clown fuckers took over D.C. Washington

Cockaine chapter

MSPA reader gets hella blazed and yeah

Caliborn kisses a rule 63 version of a Miku body pillow

Pic Yaoi sequence or smth

Sawbuck stays a fat fuck and eats the earth at the end

Itchy dies from tripping on a rock

Doze unslows himself and does a break dance

Trace and Fin make out session

Quarters gets to shoot ULT Dirk and is declared a war veteran

Bog from RHG shows up to eat a chocolate bar

I'm high

Ok, that was the end of this dumb shitpost. Hope ya got a kick out of it. Or not.

Wait

Shit

I should probably add an image so that I could look cool

Give me a sec

Yes, God of Yaoi.

Perfect for this.

See ya

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year ago

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So I was thinking about OC x Canon stuff for a certain pervy character (I'm certain you know which one I'm talking about XD) while waking up this morning. And I got the idea of THIS excerpt for all the sex crazies, and I NEED to vent it out somehow. You can not escape. Resistance is futile >:)

Your lips found their way onto his own very easily. Just like all the times before. But this time was different, somehow. He could tell by the quick and shaky motions of your hands as you undid his shirt (or toga- for Hades). But he didn't waste time questioning it; all that mattered was you right now.

It wasn't until you pulled your lips away, just enough to breath, and you spoke with a tone that wasn't quite familiar with you, that he realized how much you needed him right now, "I don't care what you want to do to me. I don't care how long you take me. Just make me forget everything, tonight. Please."

You didn't want to think about anything today. You didn't want to remember that you needed to be at work tomorrow. You didn't want to be reminded of all your overwhelming thoughts today. You didn't even want to find out what time it was on the clock. All you wanted, all you needed right now, was him.

It feels so weird writing something that looks like it belongs in a romantic novel for the pervy villains, but this wouldn't leave my head XD did something happen to you that made you sad? Are you just in a ~state~? Are you and the pervy villain of your choice together together? Are you two just very close friends? You decide XD

Omgggggg, its amazing!! Reader astronomically horny XD (I mean, telling these men you don't care what they do to you?? Woo... ) I loved waking up to this, I really did. This is excellent!! XDD I had to add a little bit for each of them <3<3 Offender's is a little rushed but I hope you like these! XD

Baffled!Concerned!Pervy MultiVillains x Worn-Out!Reader || Excerpts / Drabbles

Plot: These are continuations of the above excerpt! So reader comes onto their pervy villain hard- but the question is, why??

Warnings: Sexual Themes and sexual references though no actual smut. Also reader is just very worn out after a long week. Freddy's is set in the Horror House, hence Tiffany's appearance XD (Bonus for you marinerainbow, since this was your idea XD)

Tagging: Will do Later

Beetlejuice:

"Please, BJ, please. I- I just- I need-... " You just let out a deep, frustrated sigh; how do you explain what you need? You need to be filled, you need his tongue in your mouth, you need to think about something other then your life right now. Something that's overwhelming and feels good.

Instead of shoving his head between your thighs, which he has done before but not successfully like this time would be, BJ doesn't move at all; Watching you. "... you good there, sugar?"

You're completely surprised by the concerned tilt of his head, how he doesn't just jump you immediately like you thought. You were sure that he wouldn't ask any questions, that's partly why you came to him, so this makes you hesitate. Makes you still, as you stare up at him; Your fingers on the lapels of his jacket and lips parted.

Beetlejuice was always coming onto you. It sounds conceited, but he was! He does! Even when you were mad at him, or you didn't want to see him. It was honestly frustrated and borderline sexual harassment.

... no, actually, it was sexual harassment. Why you hadn't exorcized him, you don't know. Maybe, part of you,... likes him?

You didn't know, and you certainly didn't want to think about it right now. All you wanted to do was get filled and forget about everything- and you want Beetlejuice to be the man for the job, damnit! Where is this sudden concern for your wellbeing coming from?? Couldn't that wait until tomorrow?

With his grotty hands on your arms, BJ holds you still from jumping him, holding his head tilted to the side at you; Hair a crazy, knotted mess that you just wanna touch. The look on his dirty face, still-sneering but with soft eyes now makes your heart hurt and you take a deep breath; Fixing your grip on his lapels.

"I just... need to think about something else."

A dirty smirk slips across his face. "Like me, babydoll?"

You let out a shuddering breath, his voice and 'babydoll', creeping down your spine. "... Please... " Finally he pulls you close, your body pressed up against every inch of his as he catches your chin in between those fingers and guides you to look up at him. Theirs's a mischievous grin on his face, heat reappearing in his eyes once again, and yet he's showing impressive resolve as he talks to you lowly; His already-hard cock digging into you through his filthy pants.

"... okay here's the deal, doll." Attentive, you hold your chin up yourself, listening to him closely and watching his face carefully. You're a mess right now, made even worse by his sudden concern for you. You just want him to fuck you! Do anything to you; Tease you, pound you, use you- you know he's been waiting for a while, so where is the urgency?? "I'm gonna split you in two like you want," The words make your mouth fall open a sigh to slip out, shocking you and making his smirk get worse- nastier, sluttier, hornier. "cuz we both know I cant help myself what with you offerin yourself up to me like this~~... But after that, you're gonna tell ol BJ what's the matter, yeah? Cuz its pretty obvious, babe, you're strung out over somethin... I wanna be the one to know what."

"Wh- why??"

"Cuz you're my little breather, right? Right." He flashes a bright, mouldy grin, before reaching down and getting to work yanking his pants down. "Now bend your ass over the side of the couch- nope, don't take off your pants, I wanna do that~~"

Chucky Lee Ray:

"Huh, sudden... " As Chucky takes a moment to 'consider your offer', being an asshole, you begin to untuck his shirt from his pants. "Hm, I don't know... heheheh... feel like you should really buy me dinner first~... Wouldn't wanna make feel cheap, would you?? Heheh."

"Chucky," You hiss, taking him by the coat and yanking him to focus on you. "This is a one-time-offer. Sex without strings. Fuck me, use me." Uh, "wh- what do you want?? Blow job? Doggy?" You're desperate. You'll let him have you anyway he likes. Please, just- fuck, you want to forget everything. You want your thoughts disturbed. Disturbed, crushed, vanished, forgotten. "Whatever you want, tell me- now, or I'm leaving and I'll get it from someone else. "

"... you know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were upset." At this, you give him a scowl, and he holds it with a frustrating smirk. It feels like he's staring right into your soul, with those intense blue eyes of his, and for a whole moment you really think he's going to reject you. Or worse, try to find out why you're acting this way all-of-a-sudden. Sure, you've fucked before but not like this, you've never been like this before, and you know that he knows it. You know that he knows something is wrong; He's smart like that. And usually, that's one of the things you like about him but damnit-... just for tonight, can he just be a horny asshole, with you? No digging, no poking, no figuring you out. "... but who am I to let an offer like that fly by, eh?~ "

... You suddenly feel a flood of affection for this man wash through you; He clearly knows something is terribly off with you, you're completely strung out, but for once he doesn't try to dig into you and make you feel worse. You're so thankful and relieved, that you almost completely forget what you wanted to do, just standing there with a ghost of a smile on your lips.

So he takes the reigns for you, dragging you in for a crushing kiss that reminds you, sets the events of the rest of the night in motion. A clipped whine slips out of you, because yes this is just what you wanted, and you grip onto him tight; Parting your lips for him and kissing him back.

Freddy Krueger:

Of course, though- with Freddy it was never that easy. He never let it be that easy.

You knew that, you know him. And you were ready. As soon as that smirk slides across his face and his mouth opens to say something, you lean up and seal your lips with his; Successfully stopping it.

You just wanna make out with your perpetually horny, evil dilf friend- is that too much to ask for?? You have no energy for his manipulative shit, tonight. Nor his puns, nor his innuendos, nor his teasing. You just... want to feel good. Today- this week- the whole month past, has been exhausting. But as his slimy tongue begins to search in your mouth, you begin to feel it all inching away... pleased that your strategy worked, you melt into him; Your arms glide carefully over his shoulders and you tilt your head, only parting to breath every few moments.

As your heartbeat is beginning to feel slower, returning to a comfortably steady state with his tongue in your mouth, there's sudden footsteps to your right.

God- fucking- damnit. You knew you shouldn't have done this in the hallway.

"Well, well~~ Oh, what do we have, here??" Tiffany's voice rings out and your body goes stiff once again. Freddy releases your lips and you immediately press your face into his sweater- you don't want to see anybody, but him. Sorry, you do love Tiffany, but she doesn't exactly have what you need right now (The glass versions aren't quite the same).

"Isn't your boy toy lookin' for you??" You hear Freddy ask (As in hint, hint), your eyes falling shut.

"Mm, nope~"

"Aren't you lookin' for him??" Hint! Hint!

Tiffany giggles, a mischievous twang to the sound. "Nu uh~... "

Freddy growls, and you feel it more then you hear it; This sound a low rumble coming straight from his chest. You can just imagine the look on his face, a complete scowl and frustrated dark blue eyes. "Fine... " You know these next words are for you, as one hand and one glove come down on your waist and he squeezes; Making you sigh. "C'mon, princess, lets go to your room~~ There's a couple more things I wanna not say to you, anyway~"

Greasy Weasel:

Your lips make a trail of kisses up Greasy's neck, but somehow his words come out cock-sure still, though you can feel his fingers gripping your waist tight- almost bruising you. Just how you want him. Just as needy as you are. "You are making some dangerous requests, mon amore~ " As Greasy thinks about your words earlier, your completely meant words, you lick slowly over the line of kisses you made- desperate to get him so worked up he just takes you. "... whatever I want... however long I want... weren't you warned??"

"That you're a depraved pervert with no game, and therefor, years worth of blue balls?" You ask, pulling back from him just far enough to catch his dark eyes, heavy with lust. With a shrug, your skin buzzing at being so close to him and having him look at you like THAT. "... I mean you'd think knowing you for all these months and kissing you a few times was warning enough. I mean, I think I felt your tongue in my esophagus. But- yeah." Impatient, you reach down and carefully start to undo his belt. "Wheezy warned me. He used those exact words, actually. Now- "

As you undo his belt buckle, he watches you in a calm manor, finally enjoying the sight you know he must have only pictured before... that is until you slip the belt free and he jumps- catching your wrists and looking wide-eyed as if he only just realised that you're really truly serious. Just!? "Y/N! Y/N, mi amore, wait-wait-wait. Wait." Raising a brow in confusion, you stop and tilt your head at him as he holds your arms in his hands- away from himself.

"... Do you not want?- "

"Oh no no no, I do. I- I want to do so so many delicious things to you, amore, I can show you the list, but- Just a moment." You tilt your head to the other side, confused and frustrated. Why the hold up?? You need to be filled!- "I just... I need to ask, are you... On any medications?? Right now?? You are acting manic- "

Whatever you thought he was going to say, it wasn't that. "What!? No!"

His eyes soften the slightest bit, all the bit that Greasy is capable of, and he rubs his thumb into the skin underneath your elbows. It makes you wanna keen, wanna feel his painfully hard cock throb against you, wanna sink down on hi- "... Then are you okay?"

... Oh shit. You feel like you wanna fuck him even more for that, but you really don't want to answer him. You don't want to think about why you're wanting him so bad, needing him. You don't want to think!- period.

Taking a deep breath, you look down at your feet. "Yes, I'm fi- well, no, but- I... I just... Grease, just... please... I cant, right now. I just... want you... "

After a moment, you look up with a pained expression (So tired, so worn out, so needing to just feel good).

The kiss you get slammed with starts with the tongue, then the lips follow and it makes you absolutely dissolve into him.

Hades:

The moment that you sat down on his lap, that determined look in your eyes, Hades knew what you were going to try.

The naked need in your eyes and your kiss were explanation enough for him, apparently- after all, he was a busy man himself. Always stressed, always overworked, always frustrated and tired. And if you were offering a way to help with that~ Then he was more then happy to play along. Especially with you.

His smooth lips drew a hot line across your skin as he pressed firm kisses from your lips, to the corner of your mouth, your jaw, your throat and down your neck. Your fingers dig into the fabric pf his toga that you hadn't managed to get off of him, the feeling he left in his wake enough to make you squeeze around nothing. Its not enough, you need him, you need-

"Hhh- Hades- "

"I know, sweetheart, I know. I got you. Just a sec." He pulls back and smirks at you, and you feel devastated by it. He's so handsome. He's so perfect. You're so glad, he is the way that he is. "Just let me enjoy this for a nanosecond, okay?... we both know I've been angling for this for a while... " Yes, since you met. It took him a while but he finally managed to get you dating him a couple of weeks ago... you haven't fucked, yet.

Sighing, you lean your body forward and rest your forehead on his shoulder. This isn't enough. You need his cock, you need him to pound you, you need him to make you cum and slowly, gently pull out... just to slam back in and again and fuck you rough into another squirting orgasm. You... need... him!!...

"Its been a tough week, huh doll?" Hades asks, above you, twirling a strand of your hair around his finger, feeling you throb in his lap and loving it.

"... Yes... " You force out, feeling his hard cock just under you, right where you want him but yet so far... God its big, it'll stretch you so well...

"Gotta say- this is a pretty good way to release the tension babe. Maybe we can make this a bi-weekly thing? Or weekly? Every other day?- "

"Hades!" You cry, begging.

"Alright alright," He chuckles, and finally disappears his toga from his lap, allowing you to pull your own up over your thighs eagerly line yourself up with the monster. Just as you're about to finally finally sink down on it, Hades sticks a finger into the soft skin beneath your chin, and guides you up to connect his gaze with yours again. That smirk is still on his face, though its even darker now. "Let me take care of you, eh?"

Offenderman:

"Fender, Fender please. I'm begging you."

As you work at his belt, fumbling with the buckle from your manic neediness, Offender watches; Letting you struggle and enjoying the sight. But also taking the opportunity to find out why you're working at his belt. "Honey, this isn't like you... what's up?"

"I just want you to fuck me, Fender, what do you mean- ah!" Either you're terrible at undoing belts or you're just that worn out and tired that you cant use your fine motor skills because the damn thing pricked you. Sucking on your pricked finger, for a moment, you pause. "... Can you do this? I'll do mine- "

"C'mon, babygirl. You do me a favour and I'll do you one. Tell me what's up,... " While you cross your arms and frown, not wanting to talk about it at all, Offender puts his hands on his belt and pulls the strap back. "And I'll do these."

Ughhhh... You want that, you want him to take off his pants for you... you need him to help you... but you do not want to talk about how bone tired, exhausted you are. "I... "

"C'mon."

"I'm just... tired... and... "

The buckle slips out of its hole and you sigh, tightening your arms against your chest. "What else, baby?"

"I'm just so tired. That's all." You blurt out, dropping your arms to your sides and sniffling. "And I just- I don't wanna think, I just wanna be full, and happy. Okay?? Can you please just- help me??"

Offender's mouth is spread in a grin, no teeth and no mischief; Just him smiling at you. But then a tentacle glides up your leg and dips into your own pants, and the grin widens into that smirk you're so familiar with. "... I think I can do that... "

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hopefully-inspiring-persona · 9 months ago

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(I apologize in advance I didn’t have the energy to type my thoughts so I used dictation and tried to edit as best I could. Also I’m so sorry for the length haha)

I know the fandom has been theorizing the fears being based off of desire Since like the second or third episode if not the first, so I might be behind on the game, but the latest episode really just had all of this click for me and all of the implications of what the entities being based off of desires mean, and I think Jon and Martin are permanently facets of the fears now and have fundamentally changed how they function.

I know we’ve all kind of been like “how the fuck are Jon, Martin, and Jonah (I’m assuming it’s Jonah) in the computer” and at first, I thought that maybe they got transported through the somewhere else and maybe they grabbed Jonah somehow when they did so or one of the entities gravitated towards Jonah in the TMAGP universe. Up until this point, I vaguely assumed that the Jon and Martin that are in Freddie are our Jon and Martin (Jonah being from protocol universe), now I’m heavily leaning towards Jon and Martin might not actually be in the computers. It could also be that our Jon and Martin grabbed this universe’s version of all three voices to use.

in the latest statement, needle guy (I can’t remember name, very excited for him to come back at some point) was talking about how he feeds off of the fear of his victims but also he knows that what he does is out of genuine love, and that he wants to cuddle and be with his victim. And thinking about how all of the previous statements functioned and how a lot of them did include some fear, but it was a lot of love and desire that really took centerstage over any true torture or horrid end.

And that got me thinking about the series one finale. The whole reason Jon was able to get through the Apocalypse was through his love for Martin. Jon and Martin got through everything the fears threw at them through their love and their devotion and their desire to try and fix things. And now desire and love is one of the core aspects of how these entities feed and commit and spread their terror. Jon and Martin fundamentally changed how the fears functioned through their love specifically. The fears were released into the Multiverse through their act of love, and through that sacrifice and the fact that Martin was so devoted to Jon and loved Jon so thoroughly that he would be betraying himself to do what he asked of him.

So yea I think Jon and Martin are fundamentally tied into the fear entity now. They were taken from their universe and transported to the somewhere else through their deaths, and became facets of the fear entities, and changed them so completely (the fears also probably effecting Jon and Martin like S5 Jon was acting in return). Maybe even the entities aren’t against one another they work with each other more now they’re more intelligent. All the statements as of late the fears have felt more targeted they it feels more intelligent. It feels like it has the same thought behind it as the web did. I had a really hard time with the violin statement because a lot of its aspect kind of gave Web vibes, but it ended up being more towards slaughter or voyeurism.

Even with needle guy, he is a mixture of so many different fears. And the way he was talking about his love, and how he was talking about his victim really reminded me of how Jon and Martin felt but in a really fucked up avatar way, which is really what led me to these thoughts. It feels like they’re really all mixed together and it’s all connected through a love or desire, and it has that obsession twisted. Sometimes it does more good for the victim than it does bad, but also still has that tinge of darkness.

I genuinely have no idea if the fears will even function in the same way that we know them. Because already they feel kind of familiar but also it’s really hard to pinpoint one specific fear for each statement. I think it really became more like colors through their tampering, and instead of hating each other they loved each other and they actively tried to blend with each other when given an opportunity to.

So yeah, I’m really excited for less animalistic fears and way more thought out and malicious shit happening across the board. I still don’t fucking know how they’re in the computer but also part of me feels like they’re not in the computer, but also the computers definitely have some kind of personality that is reminiscent of the original Jon and Martin so I have no fucking clue. Alice talking to the computer like Martin talks to the tape recorders is genuinely a significant plot point I feel and I guess we just have to sit and wait to figure out how this all plays out because we’re literally only at episode six lol.

(on a sidenote, while writing this, I also had the thought that maybe the watcher crown is still in effect, and that Jon and Martin do still have a slight bit of control over the fears and that’s why it feels intelligent? I definitely don’t think it’s the Jon and Martin we know I feel like they are beyond their original consciousness lol. But there’s still that little bit of humanity in them I guess. Like their version of morals is heavily influenced by the fears view of reality, but also, they still have a bit of their original thought process, and so that all mixed together kind of has this more benevolent, yet still malicious version of the entity. Like a monkeys paw almost. Chester and Noris could be the original subconscious of Jon and Martin that is a byproduct of their power over the entity and the reason Jonah is there is because of their strong emotional connection/recognition right before the merge which caused this reality’s Jonah who is probably just as connected to the watcher as he was in our series to become forcefully put into the computer or something)

On a second less long tangent, I love how we were wishy-washy about maybe the entities being about desire, and then Jonny decided in this latest episode to bash us over the head with “ITS ABOUT LOVE AND ABOUT FEAR” lol

#tmagp theory #tmagp #tmagp spoilers #tmagp ep 6

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five-nights-at-artsys · 3 months ago

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speaking low, do what I'm told

[or: the former instructor learns something about the head technician.]

for Phone Guy Month, prompts 20 and 21 - Family/Friends and Truth/Lies!

Davis didn't realise how loud he shrieked as Foxy's hook grabbed his lower leg and tore a good chunk of flesh and skin from it. He didn't know what the hell it wanted to do to him, but it can't be good.

Things were a bit of a blur, for a moment. One second he's fighting for his life, and the next thing he knows, Foxy is lying there — deactivated, at least for now, his hook right next to his bleeding leg — and the night shift guard is checking up on him.

"Y-you okay there—?" Scott asked, approaching him.

"What do you think?!" he snapped. "My leg got fuckin' pierced— I could've died!"

"S-sorry, sorry— Just— L-look, uh, I-I'll patch it up— We have a medkit for these kinds of situations near here."

As the other man searches for the medkit, he let out a heavy sigh. "Just- Just grab the bandage and toss it to me. I'm not a kid, I can do this on my own."

". . . a-are you sure?" he said. "Look, um, just . . . let me help, o-okay? You're clearly—"

"It's fine." He grits his teeth. ". . . as fine as it could be anyways. But hey, 'least it wasn't—"

. . bad joke?

". . . p-please don't."

Bad joke. ". . sorry. Just— Needed to lighten up the mood somehow, y'know?"

Judging by the lack of response, the guard doesn't seem to think the same. And . . yeah, that's fair. Most of the older employees would rather not be reminded of the many, many past incidents at Fazbear's — Not even as a joke.

The guard quickly handed him the bandage, before looking at what remains of the near-horrific incident. Foxy's still lying down — right, Davis remembers now, he tased the damn thing (not his proudest moment, but it's either that or get hurt even more) — and, well, frankly, the backstage's even more of a mess than usual.

But instead of commenting like he had expected the man to do — he was always a bit of a chatterbug — he insteads picks up the lone camcorder on the floor.

. . wait.

Shit. Shit. He was supposed to record the maintenance session for their boss, but Foxy's attempted attack on him made him completely forget about that.

"Is- Is that thing still recording?" he quickly asked the other man. .

. . to no real response. ". . what even . . happened here . . ?"

". . Hello? Earth to Ralph, everythin' okay?"

Is he zoning out again? He can't imagine the night shift being particularly kind to one's health and mind. Especially here, with all the rumours of the damned place being haunted. . .

. . . and considering what he himself heard and saw before the attack, seems like not even people who wouldn't be in the night shift otherwise are safe, apparently.

(Is this place actually—

No, that's. . . That's silly.

that can't actually be his kid calling out to him, right?

god. god, he's so sorry, fritz, if that truly was him calling out to him.)

". . y-you know, Davis, you, uh, kind of sound like my brother. I never really noticed that."

. . .

Wait what.

Hold on, did he speak with his actual voice earlier–? He usually tries to fake it at least somewhat, especially around Scott — God knows what hell of a conversation that would arise, considering . . .

Davis could only really force a chuckle out of his mouth. “Really? Oh- Oh wow, must've been a—”

Ohhhh shit.

Ahem, his throat cleared, and a voice adjusted a moment too late. "—I- I mean—"

"Phillip, h-how long are you going to keep lying to me?"

. . .Ah.

Fuck.

There's no use doubling down at this point. Better to just get it over with.

"Look, Scott, I can explain—"

"Oh, c-can you?” Even with the stammer, it was clear as day that he was seething. "G- Go on! E-explain, then — Explain why y-you disappeared off of the f-f-face of the earth and- And then reappeared with a- a new identity and pretend you're somebody else—!"

"Whoa, whoa, Scott—" Davis Phillip backs away a bit — As best as he could when he now has a slight limp to his leg. "Listen, I'm sorry — I really am — but I've got my reasons, I—"

"D-do you?!" Scott yelled, holding back tears. "Do you now?! Wh-what is it?!” And that’s when he grabbed the older man by the collar of his shirt, and continued to cry and ask, "Tell me, what is it?!"

Phillip thought he had found the right words to say if a day like this ever comes. But with his younger brother's sudden outburst, he finds himself frozen in place.

How long has he been holding back all of that anger?

"I- I was just trying to find out—"

"It's- It's about Fritz, right? You're. . . still looking for him. .?"

". . you could say that." Phillip sighs. "It's more like . . I'm investigating this restaurant in general, but if I can find out what happened to him, that'd be great."

There was a long pause between his words. ". . . Foxy's not supposed to have any lines relating to a dad, right?"

". . no? I- I don't think we established any parents for Foxy, at least."

". . well, guess that answers it."

"Wait- Why'd you ask?"

Phillip quickly readjusts his technician uniform. Scott's not that strong, but apparently he's got enough strength to somewhat mess up the part of the jumpsuit that he grabbed earlier. "Take a wild guess."

The guard thought about it for a good moment or two, before the realisation dawned on him.

". . oh. Did. ."

The technician nodded. "Can't believe out of all the places that are rumoured to be haunted, this shitty pizza place's the one with actual ghosts."

He thinks he hears Scott mumble something under his breath, before looking back at him. ". . Oh, Phil, could I ask something of you?"

"Shoot."

". . can you . . . maybe try and keep this a secret?"

". . .Keep . . what a secret?" There's a lot of things you could talk about regarding tonight.

"Uh. Everything, preferably? Wh-what happened with Foxy, this conversation . . just. . don't mention it to anyone, 'kay?"

That's . . . a reasonable enough request, he supposed.

And yet, a sense of dread starts to form in the pit of his stomach. ". . why, though? It's not like anyone would believe some crap like, 'Ooo, I saw a dead kid's ghost and then one of the animatronics tried to attack me'! Right?"

". . doesn't mean it'd be. . uhm, great, if something like that ever comes to light. For the franchise, a-at least."

"This damn restaurant's circling the drain anyways! Who cares about a dumb rumour or two to the pile?!"

"Please. Just for once, Phil— Please just shut your mouth a-and keep a secret," Scott begged.

"And what if I don't?"

One of Scott's eyes start to twitch, just a little bit. ". . then. . well, I guess I'll tell Mr. Afton who you are."

Oh.

Oh God No. "Hey— Don't fuckin' snitch on me!"

"Look- H-how about we make a deal? I don't talk about who you actually are, and you don't talk about what happened tonight. Deal?"

The pit in his stomach is still there, very much so, but . . . he would really rather not want to deal with any bullshit that may come up from his real identity being revealed. So with a heavy heart, he answered, "Yeah, deal, whatever. I can do that, I guess. Just don't tell anybody else 'bout- Y'know."

". . don't worry about it. I could keep secrets well, I'd say." A faint, insincere smile forms on Scott's face. His own little way to lighten up the mood, when things were tense.

As Phillip leaves for home, a part of him still thinks about his brother's smile.

God, he's such an awful man.

#artsy's posts #artsy does an art #five nights at freddy's #fnaf au #phone guy #fnaf oc #artsy's fnaf au #phoneguymonth2024 #20 - Family/Friends #21 - Truth/Lies #ive been meaning to write a fic like this for AGES #glad to get it out of my system :D #john davis

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somanyfuckedupiftruebooks · 8 months ago

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TMAGP1

oh man this music is fucking wild!! was that a big deep laugh? :D this is the happiest i have felt in months

it's literally like 'dun dun DUN' this is awesome

Audio sounds like it's coming from inside da computer. That's fun.

NO SUCH THING AS BONES (i knew big milk wasn't to be trusted)

fuck me everyone is so british. I forgot that listening to this podcast means being subjected to a thousand different accents that all sound like they come from Narnia.

Ugggh six in the morning goodbye party? This workplace is already worse than the Institute.

Colin's already fucking desperate to escape <3 there's always one. Good luck buddy.

There's too many voices to keep track of! I'm already getting Alice and Gwen confused.

They're going to the pub?? Didn't they just say it was six in the morning? Aren't they at work?

YOOO I WAS RIGHT WE ARE IN DA COMPUTER. Haha it turn itself on like a tape recorder. 💅 girlboss behaviour.

Oh I wonder why they can't do their paperwork online?? Probably not because of spooky reasons.

Wow a personal computer! High tech. Freddie lives inside. :D

Woah wait wtf?? Freddie is spyware??

Yeah Sam what about GDPR? Shut up and read this private email that an ancient computer program no one understands somehow found and stole for us.

Um?? Do they have a big alphabetised folder of Fucked Shit The Entities Do???

So many numbers are happening so quickly. Good luck transcribers/wiki editors.

Oh hang on 'All night every night', they work nights!! That's why the party was first thing in the morning and they all went to the pub afterward!! I'm so good at listening to podcasts.

MARTI N VOICE MATRIN VIOCE WMATIN VOICE!!! HE LIVE IN DA COMPUTER!!

Started about a year ago 👀

Haha gotta listen while he reads the email. This is normal :)

LOL they just ignore it and get coffee. Big mood, that's exactly what I would do if I was at work and my computer was fucking around.

NORRIS CHESTER AND AUGUSTUS

That's not their names :)

Also the stupidest fucking names ever. Alice rules.

Martin voice 🥰🥺😭🥰🥺😭🥰😭🥺 Martin my beloved. I hope he's okay inside da computer. Wonder if Colin smashing it with a hammer would crack him outta there??

Oh no my love for Martin made me forget that the horrors are back.

Hmm his voice is getting less computer and more Martin? Good thing??

Ugh why do we always have to start with Stranger statements? I hate the Stranger. Also Sam was wrong this is definitely dolls comma human skin not dolls comma watching.

Girl there is something in your garden gtfo of there.

Hurray we survived our first horror!! H definitely didn't.

Gwen is right this isn't zombies. Also three pages of subclassification for zombies? The archives couldn't even figure out how to put their dates in the right order.

Love how few fucks Alice gives. This job doesn't matter!! Welcome to the team!!

Ooooh Gwen's is trouble...

Oh shit she's gunning for the boss's job! Second girlboss moment of the episode!

Lol get pranked Sam. Alice set you the fuck up.

Sounds like a webcam is watching them?

Colin is my favourite character so far.

Sounds like Lena's deliberately hiring people who do a shit job (and Gwen's mad about it). Wonder what Lena's up to.

Tragic backstory time already? (Nope, false alarm)

Who needs sleep when you can have creepy monotomous data entry?

JON VOICE JON VOIEC JON CVOICE !!! 🥰🥺😭🥺🥰😭🥰😭😭 (i missed him)

Magnus Institute ruins you say???

'Anyone know what the deal is with the Magnus Institute?' Nope, never heard of it.

Oh I'm loving the new format of statements. Really scratches that 'found footage' itch.

For some unknown reason, I've been feeling really paranoid ever since escaping this evil eye building (that reminds me of an old asylum) full of strange shit that I couldn't take photos of.

CLEARLY WHAT USED TO BE A MASSIVE LIBRARY OR ARCHIVE IN THE BASEMENT

All the paper is gone? Graham Folger has been here.

Oh the removed image and then hearing the comments about it is so good!! Jonny's done it again lol. This is why I love found footage as a horror device.

Hmmm sounds like we're at the pub now. And we got that dial up noise? What are we listening from right now?

YO SAM AND ALICE EXES

It's good to establish right from the beginning that one of our protagonists is a noodle-armed weakling. The fandom would have done that work on our own I'm sure, but having canon backup is always gratifying.

Uh oh Colin's losing his mind.

Ominous music time!!!

THE MAGNUS PROTOCOL IS A PODCAST MOTHERFUCKERS.

#tmagp #tmagp spoilers #tmagp 1 #reeah binge drinks and binge listens lol

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Work just ended and I decided to get back and see what I missed while I was getting used to my work. I’m doing all of this while my dad, who also speaks and understands English perhaps to a lesser degree than me, is next to me. Sometimes you just need some adrenaline to remind you that you’re alive.

Regarding Indulgence. I think I’ve said it before, but honestly the way you write makes me feel defenseless. You make me want to analyze and pick apart what you’ve written just for the sake of both properly appreciating everything and just… understating. I can’t even express what I’m feeling right now. I feel like Gollum, your writing is the ring.

TWO TONGUES??? IM IN. Been a while since I read something that has a monster, more in the physical sense. “—that i’m not some big. bad. monster.” IM- IM HITTING THE TABLE, IM- “and this time, when he finds you (and he will; for there is no way you can outrun your own shadow)” I’m in love with the way you write. I’m speechless, I want to ask a million questions and just,,,, I don’t feel like what I want to say makes sense. BUT IM KAYDJQJSBQBSNBBQBS

Reading the jaded lawyer reader and the yan crime kingpin. Forget the yan, I don’t know whatever I want to be darling or if I want them. Nevermind, I also want the yan. Love the dynamic. There’s something about the banter that just scratches an itch in my brain, I just love all of this. Keep feeding me this good stuff pretty please. As long as you’re free and wish to do so, of course. Remember to rest properly.

Just finished the extra. I’m obsessed and deeply concerned for darling. Fly high darling, I know you’re not making it out alive. 🕊️ Man’s got nothing to lose, he already has nothing but his life and he doesn’t even seem to care.

By the way, I was once spacing out while working and ended thinking about red because why not. I think you once said that both the yans and red had that certain desesperation that seemed appealing to me, so I began to wonder what exactly made them so interesting to me. I ended getting obsessed with a edit that is unrelated to the point, but it’s was a Taylor’s song and there’s this certain part that reminded me of Red.

“And I love you, it's ruining my life

(I love you, it's ruining my life)

I touched you for only a fortnight

(I touched you) but I touched you”

I love the “But I touched you” part. Because, like, I feel it doesn’t really talk about physical touch. It’s something deeper, at least I felt so and in a clip of the video it seems to show so. The first time I ever came to see Red was in the overly amazing anarchy fic. That story was absolutely amazing I still remember crying at night over it. Anyways, it shows a domestic scene and perhaps that’s what made me crave them. I think that at least to a certain degree, yans win. At least from what I’ve seen and remember, they get darling and end murdering Red or doing whatever to get him away. Red doesn’t win. They seem aware of the fact that they won’t win. Why do they keep trying? What’s so important that they repeat the same mistake over and over again? And you could perhaps say that seems kinda obsessive of them. It’s almost pitiful, but there’s something that I love about tragic characters.

Btw, in the fic with Dean (the one that inspired me to draw Red) there was this other character that was all lovely dovely with Red. At least from what I remember. I’m not proud to say that the first time I read that his name was Freddy (can’t remember if that’s how it was spelled, I don’t care. Man stole my spouse 🫵 /jk) my first thought was Freddy Fazbear. Anyways, if said love was mutual, then Red could be taken out of the equation. I mean, they don’t show romantic interest in darling (I think), so that somehow makes me think that they’re somehow safe in that regard. I love to think about the different implications. And, even if it somehow pains me to see my beloved with someone else /jk, I would be glad to think that they’re somehow safe. Meanwhile darling is crawling into the wolf’s den. Way to go babe, hope you make it out in one piece. 🕊️

So I was writing this in my notes app and forgot to send it. It’s been hours since my shift ended but I didn’t want to edit certain stuff. Now, how are you doing? Have you been eating properly? Drinking enough water? Please remember to take care of yourself, I know you’ll achieve great things and your efforts will be rewarded, but do remember to treat yourself kindly.

- ❤️‍🩹 anon, apologies for sending long paragraphs. I know you said that you wanted to empty your ask inbox and I feel guilty.

NONONO do NOTTT ever apologise for sending an ask i love long asks like this the most and i promise i don’t mind!!! and even tho i am clearing out older ones, interactions like this are like the fuel that keep me writing on tumblr so dON’T APOLOGISEE

i hope works been going well nepo baby LOLOL no but truly it can be so daunting when u know ur working later that day so i’m sure you’re doing great and i’m rooting for ya !! :)

DEFENSELESS!?$)!?!??!$2$& i’m losing my marbles that’s the best compliment you could’ve ever given me nonnie T_T thank u so much,, gOllumAND THE RING NOWOSOSII that’s taking me out 😭😭😭 “my precioussss my preciousss” well then you’re the gold and i’m smaug 😜

i love monsters in the more abstract sense like wdym the monster is just. your own shadow. what. i’m working on something rn where the monster in question is childhood nostalgia or childhood fears and i’m veeeery excited for u to read that !!!!! altho two tongues is always a bonus too in a more physical sense 😝😝

i fully agree with you yan kingpin needs to be put down he’s like a mad dog but lawyer darling helloooo handsome!!!! wdym they’re bossy and no nonsense and never lose a case,,, they’re gonna be winning another case when the court decides to give me a restraining order for how much i love them 🙏🏽😭😭😭 i love darlings colder or more nonchalant than the actual yan it’s so fun 🤲🏽🤲🏽 even tho that means the darling is more attractive to me than the yan HAHHH 😭😭

FREDDY FAZBEAR NOSOSODOSO i actually forgot his name too i haven’t touched that trilogy in so long oops but yeah you’re right in saying red holds no (?) romantic attraction towards reader, but i’m still not sure if that makes them safe. i know i keep teasing u with this amazing backstory they have but trust me one day i’ll write it out and post it and i think you’ll realise all the pieces fitting together :’) but for now, i can only say so much cus i want it to be as satisfying as possible for u when u do read it.

yea thank u for asking lovely!! i’ve been tryna drink 1L a day because i want to cut back on consuming mindless junk food, and i heard it keeps you fuller so hopefully it goes well :p i hope you’re also taking care of yourself <3

#i’ll get to ur other one soon too!!#ring ring #lovely anons #thank u for this i love your asks so much ☹️❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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acatinafancyhat · 1 year ago

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Watched Chess Netherlands today because... well, I can 🙃 It was surprisingly not all horrible. Definitely flawed and problematic but it had some parts I really liked! Of course I had lots of thoughts again so here is me venting them. 99% sure no one else cares about Dutch Chess but what the hell, tumblr is for screaming into the void right? ✨️

Act I

- You can instantly tell this is a Dutch production because the championships take place in what looks like a school gym. I mean we do our rubiks cube tournaments there. Is fine for chess, no?

- Explaining chess to the audience bc that's what the show is really missing

- Many Svenska Vibes

- Anatoly with an i is the most Dutch Soviet Russian i've ever met. Just, no nonsense. 'go take care of my children woman.' Calling each other names is how we show affection <3

- I will say the boys (Anatoli's kids) playing chess during the opening is a nice touch

- Story of Chess also has very to the point lyrics. "chess requires reticence so u don't kill each other" see now this actually sets up the show real well :)

- Awkward humor no one laughs at ✅️

- Anatoli's kind of a downer

- Freddie's sort of charming but his relationship with Florence is gonna be garbage i can tell

- strike 1: ableism

- (honestly he just reminds me of every Dutch white guy on tv)

- strike 2: assault

- Florence is already so done with his shit good for her

- also "with me there, he is brilliant" tru tru

- Singing Nobody's Side while random people have a lil party behind her?

- oh it's an excuse for karaoke ONIB

-Are they really gonna do the whole song though do we really need that

-lol Freddie pushes karaoke guy off stage so he can finish the song. honey this is a little early in the show to be getting this drunk what are you doing she hasn't even left you yet

- Arbiter leads morning exercise... ok well why not

- No dancing during the chess game. It's cool we can just watch two guys play chess from a distance for a couple minutes. Fun times.

- Freddie sticks his gum under the table real subtle like he hasn't got multiple cameras pointed at him right now

- Actually on second thought i think the chess game might be better without the dancing. Characters are doing interesting things. The contrast between Anatoli sitting stiffly at the table while Freddie is prancing around fistfighting the cameras is Most Amusing :)

- Did he just try to make Anatoli's move for him omg 🤣

- Freddie @ arbiter "uh it might be time u keep things under control around here" and off he runs HE'S SUCH A LITTLE SHIT ngl i kinda love him here

- However Florence's defense of him just seems completely unreasonable considering toli literally just. sat there. the whole time.

- Anatolyi gets the 'i'm ridiculous' monologue like in Svenska

- 'Hey my people killed your people oops now let me sing a song in the language you probably don't remember and it's somehow romantic and not creepy or overstepping any boundaries at all :)'

- Running away from Molokov in a shittier version of Svenska. Meh. But again they are aware of the lack of embassies in and around Merano which I do appreciate bc i'm pedantic like that

- Freddie: hey what's she doing with that Russian

Freddie: hmmm idk

Freddie: they're definitely talking abt me tho 🤨

- Flo & toli have a healthy conversation about the fact that he just left his kids behind i support that!!

- However this timing/setting for Anthem sucks. He's just singing it to Florence. And it's literally about how he misses his family? Weak. This needs to be an epic declaration of love for his homeland to all the world not whining to your girlfriend. Ugh can't believe they fucking ruined Anthem!

- So far all of this strikes me as discount Svenska but without the investment in Flonatoly and the only thing it's really got going for it is a handful of good lines BUT we'll see about act 2...

Act II

- Why the fuck would you start your second act with Merchandisers?

- Nice audience interaction though, it doesn't completely not work

- But following it up with Heaven Help My Heart is hmmmmmm really not ideal pacing-wise.

- Freddie's woman verse is even more cringe in Dutch i can't accurately translate it but it's so..... yikes..... The word he uses instead of "woman" ("popje") literally means "little doll/puppet" (but with slightly different connotations). It's sometimes used as a term of endearment but in this scene it is very much derogatory and ew.

- "here I stand wondering / if I ever knew you / have I ever really known who you are?" I like this translation!

- Pity the Child pulls no punches (does it ever?) He's so pathetic, he's such an asshole, and as a teacher I weirdly feel this one (at one point he talks about how no one ever noticed him at school either and just... oof don't get me started). Also the desperate rapid-fire chess game he plays against himself in the musical break and during the final verse--that needs to be in more versions holy fuck go watch this bit it's GOOD!!

- The Deal but without a political angle. Fascinating.

- No

- no. no no no i hate this i hate this Freddie wouldn't sacrifice his game not even for Florence NO. CANCELED.

- Interestingly instead of honey/parner, Freddie uses the same word as in the woman verse when he's talking to Florence during The Deal but this time it's the endearment variant. That's a little bit problematic.

- Molokov's plan is still to bring Flo and Sveta together even though Anatoli is now supposed to win 🤷‍♂️

- Anatoli casually downs several shots of liquor (vodka?) during Soviet Machine. not sure this will help him win the game but at least he sleeps through Russian Guy screaming that final whoooooooo high note in his ear

- Florence tests Freddie's chair... demands they bring a different one... is she still working for him? idk. I'm guessing it's meant to be sweet but it just looks silly to me idk

- Fuck reverse I Know Him So Well honestly. "he wants me / no he wants me" boo fucking hoo. You two deserve each other.

- Oh! Oh! Talking Chess, yay! 😁

- Gosh this is actually really cute?!? Freddie literally just came to discuss this random chess gambit he came across and thought was interesting? Nothing even to do with their current game just 'hey found this thing i thought you might like and i like and can we be friends now i really like chess 😶'

- Unlike in Svenska and RAH, I actually don't know for sure who is going to win this game. They do a good job of making this really about chess in the end. I like it.

- Freddie reminding toli it's about chess even during their match now that is the freddie i came to see!

- He calmly sips his water as Sveta and Florence are physically removed from the premises

- It is Quite Unfortunate that this production hates women...

- Really they seem to only be here to get in the men's way. Ugh.

- I don't support any of the relationships except Freddie and Toli being pen pals and playing long distance chess for the rest of their lives.

- Ending feels a little OOC but still nice to see some healthy Freddie & Flo interaction for once 😌

tldr; not the worst production out there, worth watching if you've already seen Svenska and don't mind Freddie being the most likeable character. (okay likeable is not the right word he sucks but, you know. He reminds me of RAH Freddie but slightly more yike.) PTC and Talking Chess are highlights!

#chess musical #thoughts #long post #was thinking of making a translation/subs for this maybe but idk if anyone would be interested..?

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“I grew up in the 1960s in Hermosa Beach, California – a golden South Bay surfer city. My father, Freddy Pfahler, was a legendary surfer who was in Bruce Brown documentaries, including The Endless Summer (1966) and Slippery When Wet (1958). It was an idyllic time, when surfing was our American Renaissance and the lights of consciousness were being turned on. There was so much ritual, mythology and non-traditional religious custom in my life – like getting up at 5am with my father to watch the tide.

(…)

Mary Heilmann, Lorraine O’Grady – in fact, I was in a performance this year with Lorraine, Laurie Anderson and Anohni at The Kitchen in New York called She Who Saw Beautiful Things. It was dedicated to the late Japanese trans performer Dr Julia, who played with Anohni and the Johnsons. And, in 2008, my work was shown alongside Mary Heilmann’s at the Whitney Biennial. I’ve been incredibly lucky to work with some of my favourite teachers and artists. I didn’t care for Joseph Kosuth, though. He once screamed at me: ‘Kembra, what are you?’ At first, I turned away, because his words really hurt me. Then I looked him in the eye and said: ‘I’m an availabilist. I make the best use of what’s available.’ Sometimes, anger can point you in a direction, and that’s what happened to me that day. I invented availabilism because he enraged me.

(…)

My first husband, Samoa Moriki. When I first saw him, he was dancing on the bar at the Pyramid Club in the East Village. We were married and worked together for 21 years. He was from Hiroshima and adored Japanese theatre: Butoh, Noh and playwrights like Yukio Mishima. But he especially loved extreme outside performances, in which people would dive from the sky into pools of water: physically courageous, beautiful acts. Samoa appeared at one of the first Wigstock drag festivals with Lady Bunny and collaborated with the great performance artist Tanya Ransom, who sadly died of AIDS. Ransom was queer but had a child with a woman called Paula Swede. At the time, many of us were gender fluid and simply didn’t talk about it: the language was only just being born. Later, important people like Ron Athey, Bruce LaBruce and Vaginal Creme Davis would articulate it.

(…)

I loved all of Karen Black’s films: she was somehow beautiful yet ugly, and her consciousness was so expanded. One day, Mike Kuchar, the underground filmmaker, said to me: ‘Oh, Kembra: your work looks voluptuously horrific.’ And that’s how the name started. Karen Black actually came to the band’s first L.A. performance, in 1991, and introduced us saying: ‘I’m not sure if this is meant to be an insult or an homage: does voluptuous mean I’m curvy or fat?’ Then she took my hand and said: ‘You’re an artist and this is a creative project.’ She never sued me; she just let me be an artist.

(…)

I do feel the need for community and I believe the greatest changes are wrought through open-mindedness and grassroots activism – the principles of which are still the most vital to me. Important as it is to collaborate and meet others, though, I still spend a great deal of time isolating myself, instinctively protecting this painful humanity. But I learned the value of contrarianism from Lydia Lunch. So, when I crave retreat, I remind myself to go out.

(…)

There’s a very thin veil of freedom and truth over what is currently known as democracy. I would love to invent a different vocabulary for what exists now, but I can’t articulate it today.”

“Perseverance is something I don't think about. I don’t really suggest anyone navigating their work in any way unfamiliar to their own instinctual process. The harm comes when people start doing work for others instead of themselves or by doing what’s popular. As long as an artist stays true to their instincts there’s never a moment of despair. It’s a luxury to be able to do creative projects. Many can’t because they’re taking care of their families or their children. Art isn’t cool anymore, it’s for greedy suckers. Being creative is freedom and sharing what you make is like a celebration of that freedom. But art is for creeps these days, it’s become so disproportionally monetized people feel like failures when they don’t make money. Money has deformed art and money itself should be redesigned. It’s aesthetically so ugly. Change the size paper! Have someone do a sharpie drawing for the 2 dollar bill. The government has been so creative with stamps, they should get creative with money. I’m not sure if I answered that question either.

(…)

The girls of Karen Black I haven’t spoken about enough Christian Music, Alice Moy, Jackie Rivera or Chloé Blackshire. These women have illustrated the songs with costumes and a strong dislike of show business. The show must not go on. We aren’t in the entertainment business, we are just artists who accidentally formed a band that at times has more of an outreach than decorating a wealthy person's home. I like that it’s hard to put a picture frame around what artists do collaboratively. I don’t have a team, a manager, or anyone advising us on relevancy. I don't care if you think I’m relevant. I don’t have a career. I have a life and it’s fun to share things we learn or discover. That’s where art serves its greatest purpose. What else do we do? War? Make prisons for sick poor people or create shit jobs that don’t pay? Being creative and sharing is a benevolent human trajectory that’s difficult to irradiate even under the most heinous conditions. It lifts the spirits.”

“TVHKB is an interdisciplinary rock band established by my first husband Samoa Moriki and myself. We were married for 21 years. The band is named after one of my favourite characters in the 1975 fi lm Trilogy of Terror by director Dan Curtis. In terms of the new album, it took me about ten years to compile the lyrics. I don’t have a label that supports me and therefore I don’t have any time constraints. My last album I shelved and didn’t put out … I guess I’m fortunate because I don’t have people pushing me for management of my time. When I was a child in Los Angeles, I decided that I didn’t want to live on that side of the tracks, in terms of representation and what not. People were always asking me, “What’s up with your makeup?” and “Why do you dress like that?” I’d say, “What makeup? I’m not wearing any makeup, I usually wear full body paint!” [Laughs] It’s a lifestyle choice, I guess. I chose to be who I want to be. I have very intelligent friends and family so I have the tools to learn how to not listen to people telling me that I can’t do what I want to do.

(…)

To me, a renaissance is a golden time when the lights get turned on. I think New York in the ’80s was certainly a golden era, but of course things change. The years leading up to the ’80s in New York saw some really powerful ‘consciousness raising’ changes – those were the years that gave us people like Martin Luther King and Malcolm X and Alan Watts from the ’60s, when lights got turned on. Now, in 2021, it’s really nice to see young people getting to open galleries and run publications, but I think there has been a big change in corporate morality. There is still misogyny and racism here, those things have never been eradicated. I think a lot of larger corporations and galleries now monopolise on this.

(…)

The hard question is: how do we participate in capitalism knowing how virulent it is without utterly starving to death? It’s something young people, old people, everyone is dealing with. Dictatorships and facism have never been absent from the state of war, which transcends the modern day. It’s like that ACDC song, “War Machine” – it’s such an old song but it’s still so relevant today.

(…)

I would say, never compare yourself to other artists. That’s what I tell my students at Yale and Columbia. Be your own kind of artist.”

#kembra pfahler #karen black #voluptuous horror of karen black #art #lydia lunch #music

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daedalusdavinci · 11 months ago

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GOD. THIS IS SO MUCH LONGER THAN TWO FACE. i typed too much and theres too many qs so under the cut it goes

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., TV shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)?

books!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! or....... i guess comics, these days, but i HATE READING COMICS they juST HAVE MORE COMPELLING FANDOMS. book fandoms are PUNY nad everyone is STUPID. youd think actual literary fandoms would have reading comprehension and understanding of literary critique but no!!!!!!!!!!!!! its literally my eternal fuckign struggle. somehow comic fandoms hit the perfect medium between compelling, readable content and the enthusiasm of cartoon fans without the childishness of cartoon fans

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

this isnt really a thing i do. the only time i associate characters w songs is my own ocs. barbies theme is miltons tower from the what remains of edith finch soundtrack!

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

i have also never really been one to project myself into stories. its just not how i consume media. i think sollux and rose already closely resemble the kinds of friends i make, so maybe them?

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

(freddy fazbear vc) vanessa.... ive done things, im not proud of.

i dont even know if i want to answer this question bc its so fucking humiliating LKJSNDLFSDNFSDF the truth is yes. i am solely responsible for. a lot. particularly in the pjo fandom. i created several crackships ground up all on my own way back in 2014 and developed a following for them and i. dont wantto tell you what those ships were. LSKJDFNSLDJNSDFSDDF ive also pioneered many ship tags for other fandoms and i ship a lot of rarepairs and stuff but i dont think im RESPONSIBLE for them?? in that some ppl already were into them/talking abotu them or tht theyre still not popular (augh. to the ones that became popular) but i AM liTERALLY responsible for some crack shit in the pjo fandom and its. it haunts me sometimes. i dont want to talk about it. IF YOU REMEMBER WHAT I DID NO YOU DONT

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

this is so vague. my headcanons are shifting and nebulous and aus are my constant companion in everything, but uhhhhhhghhusjkdjnsdg i think. roxy writes the same way dave draws comics. its extremely memey and meta and self aware and largely just for the personal lolz, and were all doing her a disservice by pretending her writing looks like roses, when in reality dirk is probably the one whod make comics the way rose makes books (which is probably why he doesnt make comics). its more of that thing where roxy and dave are the same and rose and dirk are the same ykwim. well YOU dont corvus but im sure someone else does

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

jason takes after bruce in terms of like. adopting entirely too many kids. he broods

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

harvey is a heartwrenching character when written well, with a complicated view of morality, heartbreaking ties to our main hero, and a lot of internal conflict. something about such a hopeful character deadset on making a different in the system becoming a victim of it, and the potential he has as a vehicle for critiquing the law.

percy is my favorite character from pjo bc it was the very first time in my life i ever read a book and saw myself in it. hes aggressive, impulsive, and rebellious, he fidgets and has a hard time standing still, he acts on emotion without always thinking it through, he gets in trouble in school and hands his mom a murder weapon to kill his stepdad, hes just... hes a lot of the things ive always gotten in trouble for, things i couldnt help being, and hes a hero. he means everything to me.

vriska, i will maintain until the day i die, is one of the best homestuck characters- maybe just characters?- ever written. shes dramatic, shes impulsive, shes manipulative and mean and creative, and shes just so messy about it. shes a mean girl in a way that feels real, where her trauma impacts and shapes her as a person, and shes complex, with warring wants, and people she cares about, and dreams, and shes so messy. shes rough and rude and shes doing what SHE wants to, being a version of herself that feels right to HER, rather than some caricature of the hot badass evil lady. shes thirteen!! and she FEELS thirteen. shes a thirteen year old weird girl who is kind of an asshole, and she means literally fucking everything to me. shes a pirate!!!!! shes a swashbuckling badass dressing up in her larping outfit and yelling at her friends on the playground to swab the deck and she is the bestest ever, the end.

i didnt mean for each one of these to be longer than the last but here we are.

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

i hate jdedave peace and love it just feels weird as hell to me. dave, for the most part, is hyper respectful of other peoples choices and boundaries but when it comes to jade hes always trying to mke choices for her, to protect her, and it gets to the point where even jade points out how much it bugs her. jades crush on dave also seems to come from a place of misunderstanding to me, admiring a lot of the parts of himself that he exaggerates and pretends to care about as a result of trauma. it always felt like a kid crush that they shouldve grown out of with time. dave also just sort of seems to... go along with whatever romantic relationships people push him into at that age, rolling with whoever flirts with him jsut bc hes trying to maintain the image of a player, so its really hard to take him seriously any time he hits on someone?

that is just my interpretation of it tho

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

well. i havent finished my reread of homestuck, so that feels difficult to comment on just yet, bc im sure ill have a different opinion when i do finish it. no one in dc gets character arc bc theyre all just undone immediately, so thats like. yeah. and in pjo the arcs are pretty weak bc 1) kids books and 2) RICK UNDOES THEM ALL. AUGH. regardless of all of this, i am going to say jason grace. he had a lot of development in like the last two hoo books, or maybe just like.... hints of how he couldve developed? promise? which rick immediately set fire to in toa when he killed him, but fUCKING WHATEVER. UGH.

anyway actually tho eleanor from the good place. bisexual icon. queen. probably one of the best character arcs of all time. the episode w her mom has some of the most powerful fucking dialogue ever and i think about it. all the time. i should rewatch the good place.....

#asks #redactedcrow

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