#i was scared shitless of this fucking robot as a child

[mossybuzzkill]

[spring-lxcked]

btw i am going to write some over here, i just added golden fre.ddy to the multimuse and the muse went crazy there first lmao. anyway, wishlist time:

I NEED TO WRITE HIM IN THE SPRING BONNIE SUIT. any context ( minus obviously actively killing a child because that's just. like. i don't wanna write that and you don't wanna read it. ). i'd love to write him just fucking around in it, but honestly i'd kill for writing him actually "playing" spring bo.nnie

more SB verse because mr. jack overton is so funny to me. like yes he's trying to bring his kids back as robots but also he's literally just trying to run this damn pizzaplex he's so funny. give him the hardest time ever he deserves it

more animatronic interactions i want him scared shitless right now. this man is so genuinely scared of them once he realizes they're haunted. he's big talk until they're actively coming after him

[queen-of-the-boos]

BAM ANOTHER ASK I STRIKE AGAIN

Band-aid 🩹 and Microphone 🎤 do not hold back when rambling give me everything in your head

Oh you asked for it.

1. If there was one thing about your f/o that you would want people to understand, what would it be?

Moon isn't pure evil. He's chaotic neutral. Yeah I said it. Most of my faves are. I'm not trying to woobify this robot I'm dead fucking serious he has so many neutral traits and it's like I'm the only one who sees them. I guess I'm insane? What else is new man. But anyway just.

He's programmed with security protocols and just wanted to catch Gregory. "Ouuu Gregory is just a kid" maybe so. But he's a fucking menace of a child. Look what happened to the others and the entire pizza plex because of that child. Granted the plex part was also because of a certain entity, but I digress. Moon was trying to stop Gregory in any way possible because it was in his programming.

THAT BEING SAID. He is also a meanie and silly. And you know what? I love that about him. I think he's allowed to be mean and be a little silly as a treat. If I was in someone's shadow all the time constantly being called bad and evil by even the official pizza plex merch, I'd snap too.

I think he just plays into the mean and bad role because it's all he's ever been known as. It's all he knows. Aside from how to take care of children. That can be an iffy mix. But yknow what? Contrary to popular and boring belief, some kids actually like villains better. I imagine there are little regulars of the daycare that adored Moon and he probably loved it. You know if he heard a little one say he was cool, he'd absolutely keep playing up and exaggerating his villainous tendencies. And that never became an actual threat until the whole virus incident.

Yknow something else. I like threatening Moon too. Yeah I said it. I don't care if he has a virus or not that won't stop me from loving every bit of him pre-present-or post virus. And no I don't think he's ever actually hurt a child before Gregory. I think he's scared them shitless but never laid a hand on one. I think he ENJOYED scaring them too. And I think that's fun sorry not sorry. Once again, being the opposite of Sun is all he really knows, and the virus just amped that up to 11.

Did you know that before they were programmed with the knowledge to care for children, they were both theater performers? Facts. It's no wonder poor Sun seems to have anxiety and Moon is so theatrical in his spooky personality. Sun always played the good guy and Moon was always the villain on stage. It's just their natural ways. Furthering my point.

Tldr; Moon isn't inheritly evil. He's morally grey. And programmed to be that way virus or not.

Wow that did get long. Sorry. Hm.

2. Does your f/o sing or play music? If so, how are they at their craft, and what's your favorite thing about it?

I hc Moonie both sings and has a music box for lulling people to sleep. They're a wonderful singer and I'd pay MONEY to fall asleep to their voice. Moon asmr when /hj

My favorite thing about it... Definitely when Moon plays waltzy tunes from his music box and asks me to dance with him- or when he does silly dances to his own music. He's really good at making up funny songs too! Some of them can be morbid, but I like morbid. I like him. I wish I could kiss him. "He doesn't have lips" shut UP yes he does they're right there carved on his big happy smile. Also idgaf I will kiss teeth like a sans selfshipper try me bitch (I'm sure you probably feel the same)

... I'm actually listening to the carousel theme for the first time and imagining dancing with Moonie under the daycare stars... But don't tell anyone....

[labratgirlz]

I have never played fnaf, watched a single video on it, or read anything about it. I have zero background knowledge. Please tell me everything about Michael Afton.

ok so. imagine if you will a man who runs a chuck e cheese style resturaunt robots and all with. some other guy? i do not think its clarified what their relationship is really. now imagine this mans cunt son. and also his son who cries a lot too. the cunt child is named michael and the crying child is called. the crying child. he doesnt have a canon name but some people think its evan because? reasons? i forgor. so the crying child is fucking terrified of these robots his dad makes because reasons and michael thinks this is the funniest shit in the world because hes a cunt and he has this mask of one of the robots so he just torments his brother like constantly. and at somepoint it gets to be the crying childs birthday and hes already scared shitless because its at the chuck e cheese style resturaunt with the robots he hates and michael once again thinks its funny as hell and he and his friends get the really smart and cool and normal idea to put the crying child in one of the robots mouths??? and the crying child fucking dies because the robot bites down. because of course it does its a singing robot thats what it does. crazy that it even breaks skin though let alone bone because that would take like a lot of force and this robot is presumably just like. plastic and metal. so idk why it was made to be so damn strong. anyways michael and crying childs dad william starts killing kids because reasons (he also just fucking?????? leaves the bodies.??????????????? he doesnt dispose of them???????????????????????) and then not much is clear aboug the next stretch of time between that and the time the first game is set (or the second depending on what order you think the games go in i guess) but Somehow michael figures out that these robots are getting possessed by the souls of the dead kids his dad is killing so he starts going around taking apart the robots because he thinks that will like free them or something (also william gets trapped in one of these robots and dies inside it and takes it over as well and that is relevant later). so michael goes to this one spin off slash sister location to the original resturaunt and there he gets all his organs removed by The Scooper which is exactly what it sounds like its basically a giant ice cream scooper. and then for like a week or something this amalgamation of some different robots (including the one possessed by his dead sister so thats fun) called ennard starts living inside of him until he starts rotting and they just kind of peace out into the sewars but michael is somehow still fucking alive so he starts going around and now hes burning the robots? because. reasons. its only a few that he actually burns though. like ten or something. and the robots that he ends up burning to free them are possessed by his sister, his dad, the first kid that his dad killed (who was also williams business partners daughter i dont think i mentioned that) and also some other robots that are possessed but arent important i dont think. and hes like. wow my job here is done. time to die in this fire also. and now hes dead forever and if anyone ever tells you that he lived to be in five nights at freddys security breach you should tell them that they are wrong and also that they should kill themselves thank you this has been a psa. i hate security breach

[frischkasekuchen]

Christine AU

Credits:

Christine by Stephen King

Vanya(and his illustrations) by Thriftlita

Picrew by Russa

Warning:

Injury(Blood, scrapes)

Murder

Swearing

Starring:

Me(Kase Knowles) as Dennis Guilder (goddd, this feels like cringe)

@shu-dzhoker (Shu Dzhoker) as Arine Cunningham

@pearlsongfromstuff (Pearl Song) as Leigh Cabot

Vanya as Christine

Curiosity might get the best of me

But we'll see, yeah I gotta see

Curiosity might be the end of me

But we'll see, yeah I gotta see

-Hello Neighbor Song, Fandroid the Musical Robot

I’m gonna be honest, I was scared shitless. I was walking into a lion’s den, at night, armed with nothing but this morning’s newspaper. But I already walked so far and my fat-self was heaving, there was no point of going back.

All of Shu and my bullies had been murdered in one week. Darnell, the guy who let Shu work on her car in his do it yourself garage was also dead; the latest victim.

I shouldn’t care, I really shouldn’t. I barely knew Darnell, and I hated Buddy Repperton and his gang. But all evidence went back to Shu’s car, a car she bought not too long after Buddy got expelled for pulling a knife on us.

Fresh paint from the car was left at the first scene, and a witness saw the Plymouth chasing Buddy. And Darnell, he was sitting pretty after being crushed against the driver’s wheel. Shu’s become a prime suspect. There was nothing I could do at the time, as Buddy and his little friends put me in the hospital. I’ve recovered, and now I have to get Shu out of this mess. All of this started since Shu bought that damned rust bucket.

I don’t really know if the car killed anyone. But Pearl(one of the luckier victims), nearly choked to death on a hamburger after the car turned on and locked him in all on its own. He said it was if the car was…….jealous.

I saw someone in the car the day Shu bought it. A man with a white streak in a mess of auburn curls;

(hello)

and an old, red leather jacket.

Something was wrong with that car, and I was going to find out what.

I strolled right in through the front, the shutter was still up. Since Darnell was dead and police didn’t know what to do with this place, it became Shu and the car’s turf. I went straight to the parked Plymouth Fury and stared it down for at least five seconds, six feet away from it. As I glared daggers into the window, I noticed there was someone sitting in the driver’s seat.

I backed away two steps farther from the car. I decided to call out to the stranger,

“Shu? Is-is that you?”

The car door slammed open, making me jump. A man, the same one I saw on that hot September day, stepped out of the car. He did a small pirouette, it almost like he was a model, showing off a tailor’s newest creation. As we met eyes, he smiled warmly, but I felt cold dread. I was never good with eye contact, but something about him was downright unsettling. I stroked the arm still holding the newspaper.

Hello, you must be Kase! Shu has told me so much about you! Come here, come child, let me squeeze-

I damn near threw myself backwards, “Nope, no touching! Who are you, and what're you doing in Shu’s car?!”

My dear child, I am the car. And as he said that, the car’s engine revved without anyone touching it.

“So you’re Vanya? And- you can move the car- I yourself, without a driver?” I asked, looking down to my feet.

Mmhmm.

I said, “Ohhhh- that isn’t good.”, in a low voice under my breath.

It wasn’t until it was too late that I had let my eyes off of Vanya. My head snapped up and saw a shadow covering my own. Vanya had walked over to me. He looked to be an entire foot larger than me, I felt so small at that moment. Now my back was against the wall.

“Did you-

(strange question to ask the human projection of a car)

kill Buddy Repperton? Any of the men that have died this week?”

Vanya looked taken aback,

of course, I just met him and I was accusing him of murder. I began shuffling to the left, near the entrance.

“Sorry- that- came out wrong. The boys who were killed this week, Mr. Darnell included, were you there- used when it happened?” I stammered nervously, I felt myself tremble. “The police found fresh paint and someone saw you chasing Buddy- they’re all blaming Shu, and I don’t know what to do! I just need answers, I don’t know how long they’ll believe Shu’s alibis.”

I felt a hand pat my head as I went on, “I just want to help her! She’s my best friend.”’

I did too.

I removed the hand from my head and began taking more steps back. “What do you mean ‘I did too’?”

I killed those boys and that man.

My eyes snapped wide open, and instead of running, my silly self opened my mouth.

“HOW DARE YOU?! Do you know how much trouble you caused?! Shu’s gonna get her ass thrown in jail for what you did!”

They tried to kill me! The first one took a shit on me, defecated on my body. You should’ve seen how devastated Shu was!

“Yeah, I know! Shu snapped at Pearl and called him a' shitter'!”

And that’s exactly what he is.

“I’m gonna tell! And your ass is getting thrown in a junkyard-”

Vanya rushed up to me and grabbed me by the wrist. It felt like it was being crushed between steel.

You won’t be doing anything, he sneered. You’re going to be a good girl, go home and forget this happened.”

“Are you threatening me?” I surprisingly yanked my arm from his grip.

He chuckled darkly, No, I’m instructing you and if you don’t follow, you will find yourself underneath my tires.

I turned on my heel and began race walking. Then I heard the sound of a car engine. I didn’t need to turn around to know if I needed to run.

I bolted through the entrance and out the gate. I heard Vanya bellow behind me, Stop running and I’ll make it quick!

I didn’t want to die quickly, I just didn’t want to die at all.

I knew I couldn’t out run him, I had to find a hiding space or throw him off. At the time the only place I could’ve thought of was the beach. I took a right and heard the tires scream as Vanya turned.

As I arrived at a fence to the beach, I threw myself over it and rolled down a hill of sand. I heard the sound of Vanya coming to a stop. I scrambled to a hollowed out spot underneath the cliff by the sea. I sat down on a damp stone and waited for him to hopefully leave. I was damn near out of breath.

After at least five minutes I heard a yell.

FUCK!

I saw his headlights turn on and the sound of Vanya driving off, probably back to Darnell’s. I held my breath and listened closely until the car was out of earshot.

I stepped from out of my hiding place and began brushing sand off of me. I also realized I had scraped my knee and re-opened a now bleeding wound on my calf. ‘Fuck,’ I thought, ‘Daddy’s gonna crucify me.’

I stumbled my way up the sandy hill and climbed over the fence.The newspaper was surprisingly still clean and dry. I stuck one end in the front of my sock, and let the rest of it stick to my skin with the help of my blood.

[kimmimaru]

Remake Randoms

I’m replaying the Remake. I tend to do this, play through first time on easy mode for the plot and then go back and do it all again on a harder mode to challenge myself. 

I did a stupid. For the battle against Airbuster I equipped Cloud with Elemental-Lightning (not only was I obsessed with the way this looked, it’s been my go-to choice of materia links since...forever). BUT I fucking FORGOT to change it out so I went into the Reno fight with lightning damage on my sword...and Lightning as my only attack materia. That was incredibly stupid. I KNEW that fight was coming but forgot what materia I had equipped until the fight began and I was like; oh fuck. Still beat him somehow. I dunno, I keep beating myself up over it lol. Still kicking myself even now. Either way, I beat him. It’s over. (I’m sorry Reno, I hate beating you) Am I the only person who gets irritated by Chadley? I heavily suspect he’s a robot of some kind. He’s what...ten? And talks like an adult. Either he’s some sort of...weird scientific prodigy who has no idea what children do or sound like or he he’s a robot built to collect information. And we all know of one person who builds realistic robots and has a hand in helping out rebels...Reeve Tuesti you naughty boy (man). Honestly thought Chadley was some kind of ff7-world boy scout at first. Also later, when you meet him in the ShinRa building...no one bats an eye. There’s a child standing in the middle of everything talking to three extremely heavily armed people (one in a SOLDIER uniform so he’s naturally going to go unnoticed) but still no one asks; who the fuck are these people? (at least about Tifa and Barrett WHO HAS A GUN ON HIS ARM PEOPLE) They’re just striding around. I’m honestly surprised someone wasn’t like; hang on a minute...wasn’t the leader of Avalanche a guy with a gun for an arm? But no, everyone just keeps their heads down and ignores it all. Maybe they’re just so used to weird crap in ShinRa that they’re immune to it. Oh, there goes some weird people again, ah well, I have paper work to file! Or maybe just the fact that they’re with a guy in a SOLDIER uniform kind of automatically makes them invisible? Like, people see Cloud and are like assuming Cloud’s there for a reason and just sort of ignore the other two?  This also goes back to the fact that no one in the slums seems at all bothered by the fact that when the first reactor blows up a bunch of heavily armed and armoured people get off the train. No one questions it. At all. Even when they’re all being very loud and probably look sweaty and awful. There are ShinRa guards there too who just...don’t even notice. No one else seems to carry obvious weapons apart from the neighbourhood watch. And I get how Cloud manages to go unnoticed as much, again, the uniform probably gives him a shield. After a terrorist attack you’re going to expect SOLDIER to be wandering around. I think that there’s some level of ‘don’t look, don’t notice, don’t get involved’ in the slums. It’s the only reason no one says; these people are suspect as fuck, and very probably the reason the reactors are blowing up because they stand out so much. Those who agree with Avalanche won’t say anything anyway since they probably don’t want them caught but even in the slums there’s some who don’t agree, you’d think they’d have said something.  Edit to add; I like how Shinra don’t show the public Cloud. The video of Avalanche breaking into the reactor has been edited so it doesn’t show Cloud. I understand why, having a SOLDIER running around who’s not under Shinra’s control will scare the public shitless. It’s why they never mentioned Sephiroth’s freak out. Would reflect badly on Shinra. But I like that the game made sure to do small things like that. Generally yes, I understand that the MC’s will be invisible because it makes sense for game play but I just find it hilarious that NPC’s are blind like that.  Also I overheard two women arguing about which outfit colour combination is best; black and white or pink and red. Hm, I wonder who wears those colours?  Oh oh oh, also, I have yet to mention; I love Johnny!!! I was beyond pleased they kept him in! He’s so funny and weird. And I really enjoyed doing all those mini-quests with him in Wall Market, I hope we meet him again like you do in the OG in random places around the world. Play a game of ‘spot the Johnny’. AND I overheard some people talking about how there’s reactor job open even to people under the plate and it pays so much! Yeah...sure, THAT’S not even remotely suspicious. Lol. Her friend does tell her it sounds dodgy but that interaction made me chuckle.  Lastly, Cloud’s summary of the Turks as ‘professional bad guys’ is...so perfect.

[crue-sixx]

Is This A Zombie?

Title: Is This A Zombie?

Author: tiddly-winx

Fandom: The Dirt (Motley Crue Movie)

Summary: The reader is a zombie, but with all of her senses in place.  How will she explain to her crush Tom Zutaut that she's the living dead?

Note: Tom Zutaut needs some love.  Also, reader is bi-sexual.

Warnings: zombies, dead things coming to life, swearing, drinking, drug use, sexual references, mention of self harm and abandonment.  If you are sensitive to any of this, please don't read.

DEATH:

You woke up with a gasp and you were utterly confused.  One second you were in nothing but darkness but now you were in a well lit semi-medical place.  You heard a scream of fright as you whipped your head around to see a person in hospital scrubs sprawled out on the floor, their equipment scattered around them.  "Jesus Christ shut the fuck up already!" you shouted above the person's screams. Your voice sounded hoarse like you'd been sick or something. They stopped and stared at you in total horror.

"Alright then" you swung your legs around and tried to hop off the rather uncomfortable bed but your legs buckled and snapped under your weight, the strange thing was that you didn't feel any pain.  You just marveled at your twisted legs and said "Now if you'll stop being a little bitch for a few moments. would you kindly tell me what's happening to my body?"

The person pulled off their mask and you could tell from the Adam's Apple that it was a man "Your legs broke because of rigor mortise" his fear turned into awe as he looked you up and down.  "You're dead..."

You should have been scared shitless, but you just gazed at them and asked "Can you set them right?"

"Erm...yes...I can reconstruct the bones and put splints on your legs until you can move them freely again..."

"Cool" you sat up "Now if you'll please help me back on the metal slab, could you tell me how I died?" you were now more interested in all things morbid.

LIFE:

You were visiting your cousin Vince while you were in town, the two of you tearing it up.  You two smoked, drank and injected whatever you could get your hands on.  It was always like this, even when you two were growing up.  You were his favorite substance abuse buddy and he was yours.  You did a whole lot of stupid shit together, including pissing off whoever got in the way of your good time.

You did however, have a penchant for being attracted to nerdy boys.  Where Vince loved the big titted mud wrestling blonde bimbos, you craved socially awkward males with above average intelligence.  You saw nothing but bliss when Tom Zutaut walked to your table at the Rainbow all professional like you were struck with cupid's arrow.

You laughed along with Vince and his friends when Zutaut jumped and fixed his fly, turning down a free blowjob was hilarious but you found it charming at the same time.  You, Vince and his friends were far from "normal" but even you had turned down some drunken bitch's advances from time to time because she was so trashed that she could barely walk.  In those cases, you'd help her friends get her to where she was going safely.

The royal dick sucker however, wasn't at all inebriated so after Tom had left you put your hand under the table with a crisp brand new fifty dollar bill in it and said "Hey, Sweetheart?"

The curly haired blonde poked her head from under the tablecloth "Yeah Dollface?"

"That clit isn't going to suck itself you know" all the boys around you chuckled, the curly blonde smiled and took the fifty, getting to work on you.  Nikki and Tommy both high fived either one of your hands and grinned at each other on the promise that you'd let them both watch while you were being pleasured, them slipping under the table to enjoy the show.

Later a small bottle of what you assumed to be alcohol was placed on the table, from seemingly nowhere.  You snatched it up and slipped it in your purse for later consumption when you got a private moment to yourself.  That moment wouldn't come however, as when all the rest of them but you and Vince were passed out he had went through your purse to see if you had any more crack for him to snort.  "Y/N what the fuck is this?" he teased, shaking the bottle.

"That's mine" you said, taking the bottle from him.

"Then why does it have my name on it?" he pointed to the printed "VINCE" on the label.  

"Maybe that's the name of the drink, dumbass" you teased back, taking a swig.  You didn't even swallow before you started coughing up blood.  "What the fuck?" 

"Y/N!  Fuck!" he leaped up to help you, to his horror a hole was burning through your throat.  You had drank a corrosive material thinking it was alcohol.  The smell of burning flesh was sickening, your vocal chords fried to shit, the only sound you could make was gasping for air.

The others had rousted from the noise and Tommy was on the phone with the ambulance.  You were crying as Vince kept applying pressure to the wound, him freaking the fuck out about the situation.  He lifted up the cloth he was using to replace it with a clean one, only to gag at the sight of the oozing wound in the middle of your neck.

You felt yourself sink into the floor, your vision going dark.  Vince's voice was getting distant like you were running away from him.  The last thing you saw was him being pushed out of the way and the paramedics taking over.

LIVING DEAD GIRL:

The medical examiner had said you had prevented an assassination attempt on Vince by drinking the corrosive acid in his place.  Though it was on accident, you had preferred it that way-he had a promising rock star career with the band and Electra Records.  You were just some girl living in her uncle's van while your parents didn't care what was going on with you-they turned you loose when you were twelve because they just simply didn't want you anymore.

You turned to drugs and alcohol to cope, you admit it was a bad way to cope but it was the only way that you could numb the pain of abandonment.  You tried cutting yourself, but the pain was still there even after the razor blade sliced your skin.  Of course Vince had found you during one of your episodes, cursed you out and bitch slapped you across the face to knock some sense into you.  He had set you on the path to substance abuse, but he thought it was better than you carving yourself up like a turkey dinner at Thanksgiving.

It was a few weeks before the medical examiner was able to give you artificial bones throughout your body so you'd be able to move around like normal and not clunky like a rusty robot.  In that time, you'd had your funeral, staying quiet as a church mouse in your casket.  Then you were buried in a family plot, dug up by the medical examiner (who by now you'd named Dr. Frankenstein) and had artificial bones and a showroom new set of vocal chords so you'd be able to talk normally again.

You were almost normal, except for the gaping hole in your neck that couldn't go away, even with skin grafts it just melted the new skin right off.  You had given up and decided on wearing scarves and neckerchiefs, even though you hated them.  You couldn't go out in public with that nasty wound on display.  You wanted to find that Zutaut kid, but first thing you wanted to do was scare the shit out of Vince and his friends.  A girl had to have her fun after all.

You knocked on the door to their apartment, Nikki answering the door and nearly shitting himself.  "What the fuck?!" he stumbled backward.  

You stepped over him and said "I see you finally fixed the door" Vince looked hurt and confused, him stuttering over his words like a frightened child-in many ways he was.  "Quiet now, Vinny" you cradled his head to your chest "I'm right here..."

"No" he pulled back gently "you're dead...we watched you die..."

"Dead as a door nail" you agreed and giggled "but I just couldn't stay dead" you reached out to try and touch his cheek, but he backed away.

"You're still so cold..." silent, horrified tears rolled down his face.

"Vince" you said softly "I never blamed any of you for letting me die..."  there was a hint of malice in your voice that wasn't there before.

Vince shook his head "You're not Y/N...she'd never say something like that..."

"Who else would I be Vinny?" you pulled off the scarf from your neck, exposing the wound.  His hand flew to his mouth and he fell back to the floor "doesn't this prove that I am Y/N L/N?" you straddled him and he tried to make himself smaller.  You were about to sink your teeth into him when you saw Tom Zutaut's business card covered in cocaine.

You picked it up and looked at it a little bit, then showed it to him "Call this nerd for me and tell him to meet me outside the Rainbow in an hour?"  he nodded his head in agreement and dialed.

Zutaut was there in under ten minutes, him being attracted to your confidence when he last saw you.  He didn't know you had died, and you didn't look like you were decaying, thanks to the mortician's amazing embalming job.  "Hey! Y/N!" he was happy to see you, you having put your scarf back on to hide your secret.  "Thanks for having Vince call me!  It's not very often I get asked on a date by a pretty girl like you!"

"Well, when I want something I grab it before anyone else can" you said, taking his arm.  "Where do you want to go?"

"Just walking is fine with me" he said "I was eating dinner when I got your call, but some ice cream sounds good" he led you through the park to an ice cream stand and bought you both a cone.  As you licked it, you felt the cold fall out the hole in your throat.

"Shit..." you whispered to yourself and cleaned up, thankful your scarf was absorbing the flow.

He stopped and looked at your scarf "It's almost 100 degrees outside, why are you wearing that thing?  Do you have some hickies you don't want me to see?"

"No" you said quickly "I have a rather nasty rash that's only contagious if you touch it, but it still looks unsightly so I don't want to gross you out"  you looked away shyly.

"Oh..." he turned away "so you like to party like a rockstar?"

"Hell yeah I do!" you laughed "but I can turn it off if you'd like.  I want to quiet down some..." you looked up at him with your big doe eyes "I wouldn't mind if it were with you. Tom" he gulped, leaning down to go in for a kiss.

It only took a few seconds of tasting you for him to roughly push you away and say "You taste like death!"  

You couldn't keep it together anymore-your mind and body.  You softly began crying to yourself, then the cries turned into a cackling witch's laugh.  You began to scratch at your face, the skin falling off in shreds.  "Damn it!  Damn it, damn it, damn it!"  Zutaut looked on in horror as you lumbered toward him.  "Just when I find a respectable boy, I just HAD to go and die!"  At this point, your mandible was starting to rot off and was hanging by a thread of skin.

You couldn't form words anymore, even if you had your mouth fully intact.  Your brain had been slowly rotting from the time you "woke up" to now, and your body was just catching up.  Tom had the good sense to run away when you started to change, but from behind the medical examiner took the sharp end of the shovel to take off your head.

He then took out a recording device and spoke "Professor Greene.  The reanimation experiment was a complete failure from the get-go.  The intended test subject was unable to be collected, the test subject we obtained was incompatible with our technology and deteriorated at a slow pace, which was to be expected from a fresh corpse.  I was shocked when she first woke up-I wasn't expecting the experiment to even get off the ground.  The concept was so far fetched that I thought it impossible.  At the time of termination, the subject had withered away into a rotting shell of her former self.  I was able to convince the gentlemen at the apartment she visited that they were having a very bad drug induced dream.  I will now suspend the experiment until a later date, but will keep an eye on subject Vince Neil until we are able to update the technology.  Signing off" he stowed the device and buried your body in the shallow grave he'd dug a few feet away.  He'd followed you to the place to observe you.

He had failed, but he'd just have to keep on trying.

[itsthwippingtime]

This isn’t a “never have I ever” but I just want you to rant to me about IronDad 😊 literally anything you can think of, it can be headcanons or what you love in fics or whatever you want! Go all out haha I LOVE YOU 💖💖💖

LEAH I LOVE YOU TOO!!!!!!! I hope you know what you’ve started okay here we go in no particular order

In fics:

The hair playing THE HAIR PLAYING PETERS CURLS GAWD

the ice cream there’s always ice cream and it’s always mint or chocolate chip mint or some form of it

the protectiveness from Tony but also the rest of the gang I love

Headcanons:

Tony is most definitely Peters emergency contact

Tony is scared shitless of May and what she can do

Tony most definitely let’s May be The Parent because he’s totally against May Erasure in this essay I will-

Sooommetimes Tony and May don’t agree on some parenting issues 

ie. May allows drinking as long as it’s in her or Tony’s presence but like minor and monitored; tony doesn’t allow it at all

May is super strict about school school for the gifted is v expensive even on the scholarship pete probably has;Tony kinda thinks school is a waste of time considering how much Peter can learn from the Avengers & Co.

These are paraphrased from this post by @irondadgroupie

Peters gonna be such a good big brother ugh

Peter spends some nights at the compound. Sometimes it’s school nights. When it is he fits right in cause Clint and Tony cannot function before coffee

Tony sometimes drives Peter to school

Tony fucking protects Peter from assholes like Flash who don’t believe Tony is his Dad™

Tony holds Peter at 2 am when he has nightmares

Tony opens up to Peter about things no one (excluding Pepper. And Rhodey. And possibly Happy.) knows about. Things like his PTSD and Anxiety. Like Afghanistan and Siberia and Sokovia and New York. He tells Peter about the guilt he feels, the guilt he carry’s around every day of his life (but maybe he tones (haha) it down a bit so Peter doesn’t worry/feel bad/get scared/whatever). He tells Peter these things not only to get closer to Peter but help Peter with his guilt and PTSD and Anxiety and nightmares and to show him that they’re common; just something that comes with the job

Peter doesn’t completely trust Cap around Tony, after learning about Siberia

Tony helps Peter forgive Cap (even if he hasn’t completely yet) because 1) that kid doesn’t need to be holding on to that kind of hate and 2) Tony wants Peter to know that he (Tony) isn’t perfect either and he made mistakes and if he hadn’t made those mistakes the Sokovia Accords and Siberia would’ve never happened

Peter helps Tony forgive himself

Peter (directly and indirectly) quiets Tony’s fears about being a father.

Tony and Peter totally work in the lab together

sometimes if Peter can’t sleep after a bad nightmare and Tony doesn’t come to his side right away (for whatever reason) Peter goes to the lab to get his mind off things. Sometimes he find Tony down there unable to sleep as well. He’ll take a sit and Tony passes him a tool to help him on whatever they’re working on. Neither of them say a word. Neither of them have to.

Peter has a hard time adjusting to college life and not being able to have Tony be by his side whenever he needs him; Peter ends up making a tiny version of DUM-E because it comforts him and reminds him of Tony. When Peter comes home with it OG DUM-E goes absolutely ballistic and his beeps translate roughly into “Dad look! I have a child!!! Just like you!!!”. Tony may have cried a little (cause um ROBOTS but also his kid is so smart and sweet and ugh)

Peter accidentally finds BARF one day and plays around with it and he’s able to see Ben and his parents and he loves it but Tony worries because he doesn’t want Peter to get so caught up in the past and tells Peter so and Peter tells him that its nice to visit once in a while but he knows that Tony loves him just as much and Ben and his parents did and they’d be happy to know he’s got someone like Tony

Tony was That Parent one time that tells Peter not to do something or to do something involving self care (eating and sleeping regularly) and not doing so himself. when Peter brings that up Tony says ‘do as i say not as i do.’ Peter never lets him forget it.

Peter begs Tony to take him to Shuris or let Shuri come over; Tony spends half an hour on the phone with Tchalla trying to work out a way to get Shuri and Peter together because he won’t. stop. asking. Tchalla is still mad about Last Time and he blames Tony

low key Tony loves it when Peter and Shuri get together too because obi he knows that Shuri is smarter than him and Peter combined and he loves seeing what new things she’s working on

okay theres so so so many more but i have to cut this off because its already way longer than i meant for it to be. apparently i need to read more iron dad fics feel free to add your own!!!!!! and sorry this took so long lol

[transpeterman]

uh so falcon is also like a cool uncle/mentor to Peter and this is my headcanon I give it to you

(Added in some Bucky too hope that’s okay)
((Also sorry this is so late))
-Sam and Bucky are pretty good bros
-and Peter really looks up to them because they’re super fuckin cool
-also they have metal appendages which is wild
-but Peter is also pretty intimidated by them
-Peter is both disappointed and relieved that he hasn’t had a chance to meet them
-but then a few weeks after the whole Toomes thing he goes to the compound for suit upgrades and general maintenance
-Peter stays late because Tony gave him a lecture about his daily updates because Peter missed a few days that week and scared tony shitless
-so Peter is walking out to his room 
-the one tony gave him for when he stays late and doesn’t want to have him dropped off at his apartment at like 3 am
-and he sees Falcon and The Winter Soldier in the communal living space
-Peter nearly yells in surprise bc the fucking winter soldier is wrestling falcon for a goddamn remote
-he has to walk through that floor to get to the elevator
-so he’s just trying to be quiet and fast
-but then falcon sees him and he’s like “who let in a toddler”
-Peter is actually kinda upset Bc he still has a baby face that makes him dysphoric sometimes but he shrugs it off
-and he’s like “who let you two wander out of the old folk’s home”
-and falcon’s like “bITCH” bc only he makes senior citizen jokes and they are exclusively reserved for Steve and Bucky
-Peter swears Bucky smiles but also Bucky’s pretty intimidating so for all he knows it could’ve been a snarl
-bucky’s expression immediately turns into recognition
-and he’s like “Steve dropped a goddamn bridge on a twelve year old”
-and Peter’s like “I was 14 at the time”
-and sam’s like ?????? When the fuck
-“at the airport”
-“HOLY SHIT YOU’RE THE SPIDER DUDE”
-and sam’s laughing now because this kid’s probably like 5'5 tops and still has voice cracks
-Sam and Bucky don’t know that’s because he’s going through his second puberty but one day they will
-and Peter’s like “you weren’t laughing when you had to wait two hours for the webs pinning you down to dissolve but ok”
-and Sam just snickers 
-“aw did you miss nap time? Are you grumpy? Do you need a juice box?”
-Peter rolls his eyes but barely bites back a laugh
-like a week or two later Peter’s back for training and tony makes him soar with Bucky because Natasha is on a mission and they have the most similar fighting styles
-so while Peter ices his bruised jaw he and Bucky share some quality bonding time
-and Bucky makes Peter stay for dinner Bc this kid is pretty cool
-he actually reminds Bucky of pre serum Steve 
-he makes peter sit next to Sam who teases Peter under his breath 
-shit like “you sure you can do it? I don’t want you spilling your drink i know big boy cups are new for you”
-and Peter almost webs his mouth shut but decides to offer to get him his walker instead
-a month later their fighting these crazy robots and Peter’s proving to be really helpful
-he actually did a lot of last minute saves when they swarmed the rest of his team
-and Sam genuinely congratulates and thanks him
-and the next day Sam offers to teach him some hand to hand combat
-and the next mission they go on Peter finds himself web slinging alongside sam
-afterwards Sam claims any good hit made by Peter was actually him and “little Peter” just wants to steal his thunder
-Peter retaliates by asking for senior discounts at the pizza place the go to for dinner that night
-he may have slipped the cashier $10 to make it happen which made up for the discount in the first place but the look on Sam’s face was worth thousands
-Sam (and Bucky) care about this little dude a lot and they may or may not pay extra attention to him on the field because he really is a child and he’s important to them

[survivormagictreehouse]

Episode #4: “I am definitely sobbing 24/7” -Gavin

-okay so dan left eight to one a real... how you say... zzz. and then birch activates the earthquake and gives us... the best swap... ever...? i say us i mean ME so anyway the swap gives me... my alliance members of vi/collin/ruthie which YES. we already are half the tribe eat it UP. then i have cindi who im close to, who im also in a second game with rn. which BAM, and also... og tribe majority mmmmm delicious. THEN from the other tribe i get. BODHI who im also close to outside of this, and am also in another game with rn (where im about to vote to keep him in so woo we love  building trust...?). then i have rachael who is a sweetheart and TIMMY. ONE OF MY OLDEST ORG FRIENDS HELLOOO. this swap is kind of... too... good? all the people i'd wanna vote out are on the other tribe so the MO rn is to just sweep challenges ideally? thats the agenda. because rn the ones i want gone are birch/keegan/zachary/gavin... all of whom are on the other tribe. so we better get to winning even tho it might be bad for austin/jay if we do (but maybe timmy would go first idek)

-okay so... we just won jeopardy? that challenge truly had me weighing up and considering literally fighting a child because that zach is half child prodigy, half robot he was literally bodying the challenges... BUT THEN WE WON ASFJDKSAL. we literally just went for broke on the final jeopardy and it came THROUGH. im so so happy because i want all of my swap tribe at merge, they are all people i want to stick around so even one tribal would be a disaster. i think timmy might unfortunately be screwed just because jay/austin are really connected. also the annie tribe is probably gonna lose... another og tribe member. but HONESTLY what can you do. this is good for my longterm survival anyway hopefully they turn inwards and get rid of one of OG Jack even though its probably unlikely KJFLSAD.

-well, to start out, i am sorry this is later than anticipated. however, what matters is that i am doing it now... right? ANYWAYS... onto the confessional. i think the main thing i want to talk about this round, is the brilliant move i orchestrated during that challenge that gave us the win... and the fact that i got NO CREDIT FOR IT. OKAY Y'ALL... I SEE YOU. but anyways, i think it is clear that i am basically a mastermind. however, what really matters is that we won... so GO TEAM (me)! following the challenge this round i was added into an alliance chat planned by keegan and zach with rachael and myself. so, when jess wasn't included, i obviously had to go talk to her and subtly expose that alliance... and funnily enough, keegan added jess to alliance with birch! FUNNY. so, we basically figured out that keegan is trying to play everyone and anyone he can--which will definitely be useful information going forward. overall this round, i think i really strengthened some key bonds with birch and rachael specifically. i was on call with rachael for 5 hours straight and talked about personal things with birch for about an hour. so, i honestly feel pretty good going forward. and on the bright-side, if things start to look like they're going south, i always have that idol in my back pocket. until next time... xoxo, gossip girl.

-well, to no ones surprise... we swapped. AND I WAS SEPARATED FROM MY RACHAEL. i’m not crying... (jk, i am definitely sobbing 24/7). but on the bright side, i at least have jess with me. unfortunately due to zachs poor math skills, we lost the challenge that should have been an easy win for us given our lead going into the final jeopardy... but gavin is not bitter. so, unfortunately, we have to go to tribal with a brand new tribe. on the bright side, it seems to be looking in OG jack’s favor numbers wise, so i don’t particularly feel like i am in danger. however, you never know what could happen at tribal council. so, if worse comes to worse, i will have my idol ready to play—but i am hoping it doesn’t come to that. it appears as though austin or jay will be leaving—which is perfectly fine with me (even if i want keegan to go sooner rather than later, it’s best not to make any unnecessary waves right now. so i will continue to let him become a bigger target and try to take charge and snake as he does... and we will go from there.

https://youtu.be/R3zDNJfI3Pc

https://youtu.be/4QKj_KZhhCE

-I....am upset. You put me on a tribe with little cutie Gavin and then RIPPED HIM AWAY. I am beyond upset. I am outraged. SWAP US BACK COWARDS. Can't wait for the next earthquake to hit so we can be reunited. I miss him so much. He still sends me tiktoks though so thats cute. we are watching Hamilton together on Friday and I am so excited.

-It’s 1:02PM and I still miss Gavin.

-It’s 5:14 pm and I still miss Gavin. Hope he doesn’t go home, but I won immunity ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So I forced a swap. yay! I also exiled myself, mainly to keep myself safe cause fuck getting voted out, Am I right? So I don't really have anything to report on. uhhhh, yeah. Go everyone!! 

-When your tribe mates don't listen to your wager advice and you lose the challenge :))))))))))))))))))))))))

-So a swap happened so that's fun.... I can't even lie I  have swap PTSD from my last Survivor. I was swapped into the minority, rocked myself out with an idol for a souvenir. THAT BEING SAID... This swap worked out for me! I think? At least for now? If I didn't have Gavin with me I'd be extremely worried but because I do believe he has an "in" with the bro's Keegan/Zach aka: a duo... I'll at least know if they are up to some shady shit. I also got Chips! SO PARTY. I'm really thankful we got a swap because I don't know if I would have survived a couple of votes on my previous tribe. I wasn't necessarily "in" with people. So a swap was welcomed but I was also scared shitless. This swap has really opened the door for me/Zach? I don't trust him the slightest BUT at least we have some sort of dialogue right now compared to the crickets we were exchanging on OG JACK. This swap also broke up the "alliance" of Zach, Rachael, Keegan...and Gavin. So now they'll need to find a replacement Rachael and I know I'm not as pretty as Rachael but maybe I'll fill the female quota in that alliance? Chips has opened up a LOT to me so far. We've exchanged idol searches but he feels on the bottom of that "alliance" and I don't blame him. I just don't know where we go from here after this vote. He flips? to Jay? Maybe a Jay/Chips/Keegan/Zach majority? He wants me to flip to a Chips/Jay/Timmy/Majority? I have no idea. We also get Birch next round! I do enjoy Birch so much but that's a number for Keegan and that makes me un-easy. Keegan is easily my biggest threat so far. Next round could potentially be a 6.vs. 2 majority and it can't be THAT simple. I'm going to focus on winning... I guess? I'm really enjoying Timmy so far even though he's given me a few red flags or I'm being lied to hardcore. Austin told me he had a vote reveal however, why would Timmy tell someone who he has said "treated him badly" about a power? So either Timmy is playing me or Austin is playing me. Either way they both can go?! Timmy gives me such weird vibes. I want to trust him but I also think he's going to be a super cut-throat player down the line and that SCARES ME.

Ok.....with the swap that happened and us losing immunity I really feel my game is over. Which really sucks bc i wanna work with ppl like keegan jess jay chips and zach but I dont feel most of those ppl wanna work with me.  I'm not gonna give up tho . I'm gonna try talking and making deals and doing what I can to save myself.  It's not over til tribal and I have plenty of time. Pleaseeeee atomic gods let me make it through this one vote 

Me never remember what my last confessional was about? The title of my autobiography. So, we swapped which is super unfortunate but the tribe I got swapped into has a majority OG Jack members. JESS, ZACH, GAVIN, CHIPS and myself against JAY, TIMMY Z and AUSTIN. And then we lose the challenge because math is apparently impossible? Like ZACH either threw the challenge on purpose or he’s just the worst person at math. Either way, we’re going to tribal tonight. The current plan is to stay tribe strong and vote out an OG Annie which is fine by me. JAY is saying he wants to work with me because we’re both previous winners which is a good point. But I’ve got some solid alliances already and I don’t want to mess those up this early into the game. As far as I can tell right now, the plan is to split votes between JAY and AUSTIN with AUSTIN being the primary target since he’s pretty bad at challenges and isn’t likely to work with us down the line. TIMMY apparently spilled the beans about a six person alliance that didn’t include himself or CINDI, so we’re trying to keep him safe and pull him in as a number for the future. Who knows what will happen though. There’s idols to worry about which is why we’re trying to split the vote. 

This tribe swap makes me so happy because I vibe with these people so much better and it gives me a new chance in this game to fix my activity level. On top of that, we are safe!!! Another round of not having to go to tribal is a good round for me. Who knows why the Annie tribe only wagered $3,000 because that made absolutely no sense but I’m not complaining. Overall, A+ round!

So this round, i find myself swapped into a tribe of people that are so much better then my old tribe. I was on the outs of that 6 person alliance and I am sure I would have been the next to go for sure. I get a really good vibe off of zach and jess, plus gavin and keegan are cool too. Not to sure about Chips but I have to put my trust in these people for the mean time. As for the challenge, we lost and i knew I was going to vote with the old Jack tribe. We plan on splitting the votes 3 vs 3 with austin and jay voting whoever. Of course in true them style, the moment they found out it was them, they threw me under the bus immediately. Hopefully everything goes as planned tonight and Austin goes home, if not it is going to be me. I have had good convos with people tho and hope that can get me through this tribe.

Well this swap completely sucks. In the complete minority, someone sold out the alliance to Timmy so I doubt he trusts me anymore. I just tried to be honest with him so he'd see me in a better light and I hope it worked. Beyond that, we lost the challenge and I think my head is on the chopping block. Earlier today Chips came and told me that he's pretty sure the votes are coming down on me and they're gonna tell me Austin to fake me out. And you know, that's probably true because Zach, Keegan, and Gavin have all told me it's Austin. What troubles me is that Chips doesn't seem to have a plan otherwise even though it seems like he wants to do something else. So once Zach told me it's Austin, I had more of a chat with him. He really seems to not want me to go anywhere, which is hard not to believe. Either he's telling me the truth or he's a fantastic liar. Same with Keegan, even though I think it's in both of our best interests to work together going forward. At this point it's clear that it's gonna split between Austin and myself so i worry if I don't vote Austin then I'm just automatically out. Shits really hard in the game right now and all I want is to survive another day.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=25eKaudnTmA&feature=youtu.be

https://imgur.com/31jZcmF

I am finally not at the bottom. My original tribe has minority and I have prior existing relationships with 2/3 of the og Jack tribe. Plus I have bodhi, whom I absolutely love, on my tribe. I am happy. 

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[forgetspecifics]

Because I’ve lost control of my life (Bumbleby one-shot)

Prompt fill for @kuchenjaeger​

Prompt: Blake or Yang (writer’s choice) is pregnant, and wakes up in the middle of the night craving something crazy. The other goes out to fulfill this request, but the journey is not nearly as smooth as expected. She returns home and the other is either: a) asleep; b) wants something else; or c) isn’t hungry anymore.

Other links: Ao3 FF.net

Notes:  Here’s to you, Kuchenjaeger! Hope ya like it. I threw in all the stops for this one ;)

Yang was having the nicest dream. Don’t get her wrong, she loved her wife very much. And she also loved that her wife loved her equally. And most of all, she loved that her love was currently carrying their child thanks to wacky-new-fandangled-technology-assistance.

But it was a lovely dream. Emphasis also on the was – because she was being woken up from dream Blake that wanted sexy-time by real Blake, who hadn’t wanted sexy times for months.

And that was why she was reassuring herself that she loved the woman that was poking and prodding her in all the wrong places.

“Yang, the light to my darkness, love of my life,” an all-too-familiar voice crooned in her ear. Familiar because that was Blake’s I’m about to request of you something ridiculous and I know you’ll do it because you love me voice. To be fair, the Faunus was carrying a freakin’ baby. Their baby! Of course she’d do anything Blake asked. This was leagues easier than when she had to throw down her limbs and her life to a crazy terrorist with an affinity for being way too edgy.

Now, Yang wasn’t really contemplating what was about to be asked of her; she’d just woken up. And the sooner she did it, maybe she’d be able to get back to sleep and get a do-over on that hot dream. She did, however, manage to string together a coherent answer. “Blake, devourer of tuna, number one best booty at Beacon. Do you need something?”

The blonde, still in her prime – but lacking an occupied uterus – felt Blake’s second trimester baby bump against her toned stomach. And her pregnancy-enlarged breasts – but those…

…she tried to ignore those.

“I’m craving something,” Blake started, Yang’s own mind instantly jumping into high-gear of its own volition. Before her body could catch up, thankfully, her wife clarified, “that horrible chocolate pudding that we used to get in the cafeteria.”

“But that was terrible pudding,” Yang said, confused as to why she’d want that. She had just claimed it was bad herself.

“And cheese puffs,” Blake went on, ignoring any flaw in logic. “Can you go to that twenty-four-hour place, the one with the shitty coffee, and get me some?” These were not normal grocery items for them. They avoided most unhealthy snacks, and the nasty pudding from their school-years. The hormonal part of Blake wanted Yang to say yes, and her rational side also wanted a yes. She expected a no. Yet, she got a kiss on the face; it missed its mark due to lack of sight from Yang, and then her source of warmth rolled away.

“Gross pudding and cheese doodles. Got it, baby mama,” her devout wife listed her checklist (deliberately saying doodles and not puffs; Blake never called them cheese doodles because Yang always giggled if she did), fumbling around to get dressed. Blake admired, with her blessed night-vision, Yang’s wondrous body. While she may not have been particularly eager to be intimate during her first trimester – morning sickness could make you hate doing anything, she still could appreciate the female form. And the fact that this female didn’t make as much as a peep about their lacklustre sex life. Or all the extra things she had to do over the course of the pregnancy. Blake felt extremely lucky to be healthy, happy, and loved.

“I love you, you know that?”

Yang smiled. “I love you too, Blake,” she winked and blew a kiss as she closed their bedroom door on her way out.

Yep, she was truly lucky.

Resigning herself to her task, Yang searched up the closest store to their small, but quaint, house. It wasn’t that late to begin with – they’d been acting like an elderly couple lately and going to bed at nine o’clock – and she figured she could get by with something closer than the all-hours store. A closer store meant a quicker trip. Opting to fit in a nice leisurely jog; she’d been lax with her exercise routine lately and she was already awake, Yang grabbed her house keys, lien, and put some sneakers on before heading out.

Again, she hadn’t considered anything in-between of leaving, getting to the store, and getting back – but the small neighbourhood streets were quiet, so there was nobody around.

And for once, it was relaxing to be a woman on a mission for Blake Belladonna.

The steady thump of her shoes; the small creaks of one of her prosthetic limb’s joints (she’d also been ignoring its maintenance just like her fitness); that was all she could hear. Except her own breathing, which seemed to be getting heavier as she went on, but nobody else needed to know that. As she got closer to the busier center of Vale, the sky lost its sheen of darkness and the glow of the city took over. The noise increased, but that was only thanks to the slightly seedier nightlife of the clubs she once considered her stomping grounds (in all sense of the word).

Yang checked her scroll, the map guiding her to the shop that was meant to be open until midnight. The clock was approaching twelve a.m., and she’d made pretty good time on her fifteen-minute run, so there was nothing to worry about.

As she slowed her legs to a brisk walk – hoping she wouldn’t get a cramp because it had been a bad idea not to stretch beforehand – the bright flickering sign of the store welcomed Yang Xiao Long to the promised land. Not letting the pumping of her heart or the pounding of her pulse rest for too long, she powered ahead to the glass doors to be greeted by the ding as they opened.

But there was no ding, and they did not open.

In fact, they rattled unforgivingly as Yang smacked right into them. But it wasn’t midnight yet! Lo and behold, the store declared itself CLOSED with the little hanging sign. Curse that little hanging sign, her mind raged. The lights were all still on! Some asshole was closing up early while she had a pregnant wife to please! Yang pounded her metal fist into the frame of the door in frustration, only then noticing the store attendant jump from behind their hiding place at the register. Then she realised that she’d probably scared them shitless with her collision, and again with the powerful robotic limb.

“Wait, no, don’t be freaked out! Please, I just want to get pudding for my pregnant wife!”

Alas, it was too late to make amends; the lights suddenly cut out and Yang was left staring helplessly into nothingness. The attendant likely hoped she hadn’t seen them, since she probably looked like she wanted to rob them or was just plain homeless.

God fucking dammit.

Begrudgingly, Yang took out her scroll again, and searched up the twenty-four-hour store that Blake had told her to go to in the first place. Maybe this was a lesson of listen to your wife, idiot. The correct store was another fifteen minutes away, but that was if she took the main roads. Yang could easily just cut through the city blocks using dingey alleyways. Giving herself a little mercy-time to stretch her muscles a bit, she took off again towards the new promised land.

Just her luck, the convenience store was just that – for convenience. And that meant it was smack-bang in-between all the dumb bars and clubs, able to attract drunk customers looking for a midnight (or later) snack. Which meant drunk customers would be out and about, undoubtedly. It wasn’t like she was dressed to impress, but there was no type of clothing that would deter someone looking for an easy catch. Not to mention the crooks just hoping to find someone drunk enough that they’d be mugged before they could even process what was going on.

Coincidentally, as she entered an alley, there were a couple of hooded figures hanging out at the other end. Not like Yang couldn’t handle herself, but she’d already had one set back and was not in the mood for any more.

As she approached the group, one turned towards her, giving a slight wave. “Hey blondie, got a second?”

Because that sounded inconspicuous. “Sorry, I don’t,” Yang kept on moving, but the other ones blocked the exit.

The man spoke from beneath his hood again. “Now come on, we just need some spare change, you don’t gotta be rude.”

“Look, you don’t wanna do this. I have intentions for my lien, and if you just let me go, on the way back I’ll give you whatever’s left. I don’t have the patience for this tonight,” Yang bartered with the thugs, knowing it’d be quicker to bypass a fight – but also knowing it was wishful thinking.

He chuckled, obviously not fazed by her subtle warnings. “What makes you think you’re in a position to negotiate?”

“What makes you think you’re able to beat me? I’ve fought a chick that was half your size, that used an umbrella as a weapon, that was more intimidating than all of you chumps put together,” Yang took a few more steps. Chumps never learn. If she had to take her frustrations out on some low-lives that asked for it, then she’d do it. It’d probably take more energy to outrun them than take them down.

The moonlight caught the reflective edge of a knife that he procured from nowhere. Little did he know, she was more than capable of winning a fistfight, even if they had brought a weapon. “I hope you boys have good insurance,” Yang smirked as she was lunged at. There was a loud shink as she let the blade cut through her thin overshirt and slide along her metal arm, surprise flitting across the man’s face as she quickly used that to her advantage. She grabbed his arm in her unrelenting metallic grip, twisting it until he cried out in pain, Yang taking the knife with her other hand as he was rendered immobile.

“Care to reconsider?” She asked the shocked group; simultaneously making an example of their disarmed friend by wrenching his arm a little more which elicited another indignant yell. The rest of them exchanged glances and a few nodded, before the ringleader succumbed to his discomfort.

“Alright, alright! Let me go!”

Yang shoved him away, taking his weapon and showing off just what she could do – she held the knife by the handle with her flesh and blood hand, warping and finally snapping the cutting edge with the strength of her prosthetic. “The next time I snap something, it’ll be a bone. Don’t make me send you to the hospital,” the broken knife cluttered to the ground, the men shakily chanting sorry ma’am before scattering away. “That’s sir to…” Yang realised there was nobody around to hear her quip.

“Ah, forget it.”

The hustle and bustle of Vale’s nightlife greeted Yang as she finally met the road that she needed to be on. This was the busiest street she had encountered, and as she expected, there were patrons galore. She had to get past all these nuances to get to the store.

The atmosphere of the night being very much alive, many clubs and bars had a few people lining up, those ones being unlucky enough to not get inside. There were a few too-young women and men she could see as she passed by numerous hotspots, and there was a plethora of adults at the calmer joints too. These people may have been unfortunate in their efforts to gain access to these establishments, but Yang thought herself worse off as they decided to cure their boredom by bothering anybody that happened to be in their vicinity. To top that off, she’d reached a pedestrian crossing that gave her the little red man as a nice fuck you in particular, leaving her with nowhere to run as they made some unsavoury propositions. She was a huntress, but she was no jaywalker.

Yang turned to watch the crosswalk, but that didn’t stop the men. “Where are you going? The party’s right here!”

“Yeah, a pretty lady like you looks lonely out all by herself.”

“One of us could keep you company!”

As the red don’t walk sign was unrelenting, Yang had no choice but to endure and survive. “I’m married, actually,” she showed off her ring finger, though it was tempting to give them a different finger altogether. “So, no thanks,” she said as she wondered how desperate they had to be to hit on someone that looked like they rolled out of bed half an hour ago.

“He doesn’t have to know, beautiful,” one persistent fellow offered, not deterred; nor possessing a moral compass of any kind apparently.

She couldn’t resist rolling her eyes, and the force of her disgust almost made her want to walk out onto the street without checking for traffic. “Okay, first, that’s gross. Second, my wife, though pregnant, would kick your ass for that.”

This time she felt it was fine to flip them the bird, and so she did. To their disappointment or their anger, Yang couldn’t see or care, as the crosswalk invited her to finally get moving. She left them in her metaphorical dust once she did double-check for traffic; who knows who could be drunk driving – there was no point in getting run over and leaving Blake with a baby to raise just for some pudding. Plus, that was just a lame way to go out. Not her style.

There was only one more block to go now. She could taste success. For future reference, the trip there alone had convinced her it was worth driving a vehicle next time she had to go out to the store. Though, really, she was inclined to blame the employee of the first store she’d tried for being shut early, leading her to all this trouble. She’d give them a piece of her mind whenever she next went there.

But for now, all she had to do was get inside the twenty-four-hour place’s doors; grab the stuff; pay; and make the trek home.

Thankfully, Yang was treated to the scraping of the automatic doors as they opened, and that cheerful ding they emitted, instead of being unceremoniously denied entry. The clerk sent a glance her way, looking relieved as they realised this customer was not a bar-hopper. They busied themselves with menial tasks; Yang walked to the assortment of fridges and freezers in the back, looking for the pudding that she was pretty sure Blake was going to regret eating.

There was a little elderly lady that must’ve been oblivious to the potential danger of the area she was in, doddering around with a walking stick while trying to reach shelves. What an old lady was doing past midnight grocery shopping, Yang had no clue.

She decided it was best to just assist the woman instead of ignoring her. “Do you need any help there, ma’am?”

“Oh, thank-you dear! If it isn’t too much trouble,” the lady said.

Yang nodded, and grabbed a few things from high up as she was instructed, placing them into the woman’s basket. “My dear, your hand!”

Thoroughly used to hearing things like that from strangers, Yang shrugged the woman’s concern off. “Ah, yeah. Had it for a long time now, not to worry,” she gave a thumbs up, the yellow paint as shiny as ever. She could tell by the woman’s expression that she was holding back asking questions; Yang was used to that as well. “I was a student back when the White Fang attacked Beacon during the Vytal tournament. I was one of the lucky ones, I guess.”

“Oh my, dear. What a terrible thing that was, to put children through all that.”

Understatement of the century, Yang thought. She tried to not look back on the past very often, but sometimes it helped remind her that life was better now. “I learned some difficult lessons, but I’m just happy to be alive.”

The woman gave her a motherly smile, holding her real hand. “So am I, at this age! Thank-you for your help, dear,” though it wasn’t clear if she meant thanks for helping her, or thanks for working towards a peaceful world. Yang didn’t feel the need to ask.

“Don’t mention it. You’re one of the few people tonight that I’m happy to have met,” Yang chuckled, and her eyes perused the assortment of cold items, finally spotting the chocolate pudding. Opening the fridge door and plucking it out caused the elderly woman to speak again.

“You should try a different brand, my grandchildren told me that one is absolutely awful.”

The blonde huntress laughed. This stupid pudding was still harassing kids! “You’re telling me. But, this is what my wife wanted, and I dare not disobey a pregnant ninja-in-disguise!”

“How very sweet of you, dear. Might I suggest then, that we don’t keep her waiting any longer?”

“Sounds like a plan, ma’am. I just gotta grab some cheese doodles,” Yang gave a mock solute to the kind senior, before ducking into the snack aisle. Picking up a crinkly packet of the cheesy snack, she snickered to herself. “Heh, doodles.”

She was on the home stretch now!

The silence of the store was abruptly interrupted by frantic shouting. Hearing multiple words such as robbery and don’t shoot made Yang switch into protective mode. She rushed around the corner to find her older companion looking towards the front of the store in fear.

“I’m gonna handle this, ma’am. Take my scroll and call the police, and hide back here until it’s safe,” not waiting for a response, Yang then quickly walked towards the register where words were being frantically exchanged. It sounded like the cashier refused to give up any money, even with a gun involved.

Chocolate pudding and cheese doodles (heh) in hand, she emerged from the shelves to face the situation. Four hooded men that all turned towards her when they noticed they were not alone, mild shock passed over everyone as they recognised who had walked into their crime-in-progress.

They were the same men from the alleyway that Yang had thought she’d given a decent scare to. “Seriously? It’s like you guys want to get hurt!” Yang was beyond exasperated now. Dealing with the same thugs twice was the icing on the cake. “Where the hell did you get a gun anyway?”

“Lady, don’t move! I’ll put a bullet in you!”

“You’ve already ruined my night, but let’s not ruin anybody else’s,” she carefully chose words to try and placate the idiots waving a dangerous weapon around. Hopefully they’d be distracted enough by the threat of her to not shoot an innocent bystander. It seemed all their attention was on her, so she had that advantage at the very least. “Someone’s gonna get hurt here.”

The criminal finally settled on aiming at her with his gun. “It ain’t gonna be me!” He growled, and to his credit, he came through on his previous claim. To Yang’s amusement, he missed completely, the stray bullet exploding into the shelving and sending bits of food flying.

“Maybe I should send you to an optometrist instead of the emergency room?” She asked, and he reacted with a frustrated cry and approached with the gun still raised. Yang let him; eventually she stared down the barrel of the pistol unfazed. “Do it, pal, I dare you,” she said, the threat evident in her tone of voice. It was enough to make him second-guess himself long enough for her to yank the muzzle of the gun down and send him sprawling to the floor.

The sound of police sirens finally blared from outside, leaving the group of robbers in a panic as to whether they should leg it or help their stupid leader. They were not the brightest bunch of criminals in Vale, Yang supposed, with two failed burglaries in one night. Their decision was made for them as the police entered the scene, guns raised; the bad guys surrendering with their hands in the air – the one on the ground sensibly put his behind his head.

The elderly woman also appeared from her hiding spot, wobbling over with an angry expression, smacking the floored thug with her walking stick. “Rotten scumbags!” Unmindful of the severity of the circumstances, she simply turned to Yang and handed back her scroll. “Thank-you, dear.”

As the policemen rounded up the offenders, the store clerk made it clear to the police that Yang and the old woman were bystanders that must have called the cops. After receiving many thanks from those involved, at this point Yang just wanted to go. The cashier told her to take her shopping items on the house, for her heroics. The police, however, wanted to question her.

“Can we make this quick? I got a family to get back to,” she partially lied, just because the baby wasn’t born, didn’t mean they weren’t a family, right?

The officer was sympathetic, though not that sympathetic. “Sorry miss, it takes however long it takes. We can give you a ride home if you need it.”

Yang sighed, because once again, she was just going to have to accept the situation. “Yeah, thanks.”

So much for a quick trip to the store.

The police cruiser pulled up in front of her and Blake’s home an hour later. No lights on. Blake hadn’t even noticed she hadn’t come back. Though she probably would have called if she had, so it wasn’t that much of a surprise.

“Thanks for the ride,” Yang said as she unbuckled and stepped out onto the sidewalk.

The two officers she’d been talking to gave her a nod of appreciation back, “Thank you for being an upstanding citizen, miss.”

Her keys jingled as she unlocked the front door, and exhausted at this point, Yang kicked her shoes off and trudged to the bedroom to check in on Blake. Even in the dark, she could tell that the Faunus was asleep. “You’re lucky you have an ass that won’t quit, Blakey,” she whispered mostly to herself. If she was asleep, there was no point in waking her – even if she really wanted to, because damn, she’d been through hell and back to get her these snacks.

Chucking the packet of cheese doodles on the kitchen bench and shoving the pudding in the humming refrigerator, Yang returned to their room and undressed once again for bed. Slipping beside her resting wife, it took no longer than a minute for Blake to gravitate towards her. That was something she always adored about the Faunus; as much as she hated to be compared to an actual animal, the first time they’d shared a bed together Blake herself had admitted cats can’t resist something warm.

Before drifting off into a well-deserved sleep, the blonde mumbled, “Any excuse to cuddle up to me, more like it.”

When she next awoke, the sun had already risen. She was also alone, but Yang attributed that to Blake’s appetite being much more demanding than it usually was. True to her assumption, not soon after, the Faunus walked into the room…as she dipped a cheese doodle in the chocolate pudding she held.

Cheese and chocolate was not a flavour combination Yang was a fan of. “I hope you don’t intend to kiss me with that mouth, because that’s all kinds of gross.”

“I guess I can’t thank you for going to all that effort last night, then,” ever the mature one, Blake poked her tongue out. “But really, I was just watching the news. Apparently, there was an attempted robbery in downtown Vale last night,” she came and sat down on the edge of the bed, “that was thwarted by the hottest woman that they’d ever seen.”

“Are those their words or yours?” Yang said, feeling a little smug from the compliment. She’d take what she could get, at this point.

“Down girl,” Blake gave a sly grin, “wouldn’t want to kiss you with this mouth, would I?”

“I stand by my statement,” Yang sat up and curled an arm around Blake’s waist, “ditch the pudding, then we’ll talk.” She then busied herself with gently patting Blake’s baby bump; she was starting to really show now, and Yang felt a little bit of pride swell inside her stomach.

“I suppose I could thank you in some other way,” Blake suggested, discarding the pudding cup on the bedside table.

This time, whatever Yang felt inside her stomach, it wasn’t pride. “I’m listening.”

Blake leant in, her hand sneaking up her wife’s thigh. “You serving justice gets me all riled up.”

It was corny, they both knew it, and in all fairness Yang wasn’t about to reject this advancement. But she’d definitely cut the lame dirty-talk. “Okay, less talking, more doing.”

And even though she tasted the bad chocolate pudding, she couldn’t quite bring herself to care.

I’m playing guess the reference with this. If you can get the reference/inspiration (hint: title + something featured in the story), and if you choose to answer, will entitle you to an ‘I.O.U. a one-shot from a prompt of your choice’. If you don’t want to send a prompt in, then I ask you don’t spoil it in case anyone else does. Bumbleby prompts are most welcome but I will accept general RWBY prompts (and most ships probably; we can work it out).***two people have guessed and currently this is no longer on offer. Awaiting acceptance. Thanks for playing!***

Just some insight; I chose Blake to be the pregnant one as I connect with Yang the best in terms of writing and she was the main focus. I also think that if they were to have a child, Yang would be a little apprehensive about being the birth-mother, but they’d eventually have another kid with her being the mother. Also sorry about all the line breaks, but I wrote each section in their own little chunk and it just reads better to me like that, so I’m not really that sorry. It’s so nice to write already established Bumbleby for once, lmao. I wrote this to try and re-motivate myself, so if you read my other ongoing story, stay tuned for that (hopefully soon!) Also, it’s my birthday in about 15 minutes (just in case you read this any significant time after the second of August, don’t worry about that), so, happy birthday to me. I can honestly say I never thought that I’d be 22 and writing fanfiction as one of my hobbies. I’ll drink to that!

[cyanpeacock]

Can I bitch for a while? I'm gonna bitch. This is gonna go places I definitely wouldn't talk about sober but I really need to say some things so under the cut we go

Ok so there is a lot in my life that I do not like right now and I have a tendency of blaming/criticising myself for the things I don't like when I can't necessarily control my circumstances. Like, right now I can't control my health, or my income, which are the two major stressors I'm dealing with rn, but precisely because I can't control them I feel upset and angry w/ myself. I don't like not being in complete control of my situation. Paradoxically I also don't like not having anyone to tell me how to fill my time. P much my entire life I have spent trying to be something specific for someone specific and the amount of freedom I have now is often terrifying and overwhelming. It was in a way easier to hide inside myself and let my body carry out whatever instructions were given to me. But like, that's not a life. That's being a non-sentient robot. That's slavery.

You know like the fact he picked me? He had five people in that family alone to choose from to groom that way and he picked me. Now he's moved onto another family and chosen another slave. And it really upsets me. I feel singled out as vulnerable and easily moulded and weak. I can't even warn or protect his new victim. So now I don't engage with anybody new at all because I'm convinced they can see that I'm not strong and will use my weakness to their advantage. I will not allow myself the risk of being hurt and used again, but that also denies me any chance of forming a positive relationship. I'm safe but I'm alone. Being alone hurts, but it hurts less than being unsafe.

I survived everything, but that doesn't mean I haven't been left with a self that automatically vacates the building whenever it thinks it's threatened. And a threat can be fucking anything. Somebody stands a millimetre too close? Threat. A certain make of car? Threat. Too quiet or too loud? Unspecified noise in the hallway? A miscommunication? A glance from a stranger? Something missing from its normal place? All threats. I'm either on alert or dissociating all the fucking time and it's so draining. It's stopping me from enjoying life.

It takes so much out of me to say "no, I can't do that for you." For so much of my life it has been easier to just obey quietly and not establish any boundaries around my self. You give me a direct order and I'll obey, even if I don't want to obey. It's automatic. I don't know my limits because I've always pushed myself beyond them into a breakdown. No adult in my life ever saw the harm it was doing me or helped me. Instead I got praise for pushing myself to the point of falling apart, and now I can't tell whether I should stop and rest, or whether I'm a lazy little brat who needs to buck up and get on with things.

The one adult in my life who ever showed any kind of love or care for me is the same adult who hit and kicked me more than anyone else. Do you know what it's like when a hug feels like violence is sure to follow? I'm so sorry if you do. She called me a selfish little cow to my face when I cut myself and now has the nerve to tell me, and herself, that she loves me. I don't know if I'm more fucked in the head, or if she is.

I've spent years trying to deny that there is more than one person(ality state?) inside my head, but they are not going away, and I don't know what to do about it. The boundaries are sometimes fuzzy and they might go quiet for a while but they always seem to come back, at least the same two (and me) do.

The point I'm getting at is, Marc has been loud again recently. My mother would call him stroppy, but that's a discredit to how much pain he is in. I think he holds that which I can't feel and it's all really fucked up. I think he's where a lot of the anger and despair get packaged away to, because he doesn't seem to know any happy that isn't tainted with revenge or grief. He's angry and hurt and defensive and aggressive and harbours a massive need to Protect, and a massive guilt for all the times he Failed to Protect. So he hides, because then he has no responsibility to protect, and nobody to reveal his failure to. He's ashamed and would rather take it out on himself than hurt anybody else, but he doesn't know how to do neither of those things.

There is the Kid too. To the Kid, the Kid is a nameless It, but to me he is a he and should share my name, but he doesn't, and he/it won't take those things (yet? ever?). I think he's a little boy who has been degendered and dehumanised to the point he doesn't recognise himself as a male human. He's from Before and holds things from Before that I don't remember, or only remember flashes of. Frankly I'm often scared shitless of engaging with him, more scared than I am of engaging with Marc, because I have not enough strength and no idea how to reparent a child that went through the upbringing this body did. Marc responds to headbutting, the Kid does not. I know the Kid is sad and alone and it is often far too painful to even reach out and touch that.

Once I had a visitor who called herself Amy, who was bright and bubbly and took this body to the corner shop while we(who?) were scared and watching. She came at a point where the body could not afford to care any more, but once she left she never came back, and I don't know if she is gone forever or having a very long sleep. She didn't care and she felt joyous. I miss that.

There has been at least one time this body has been seen in public and "I" haven't recognised people who are very important to me. I find that fucking terrifying. Like, I knew I sometimes went outside dissociated, but not even recognising my best friend?? That's something different to the extent I was aware of, and it's really frightening.

So I'm alone, but I'm not alone. I'm alone with at least two others who lived the same events as I did. Alone with two others whose body was hit and kicked and belittled and insulted and isolated and ostracised and groomed and made into a slave. The same body that was homeless at 18. The same body that turned to opioids for a comfort its parents never gave. And none of us have the right tools or skills to manage this life yet.

I feel like damaged goods. I feel like an Amazon order that the buyer would send back complaining of rough treatment in the warehouse. I feel like I haven't really aged since my trauma 'ended'. It's been nearly two years since I moved out of the YMCA, almost three since I moved in, and a chunk of my soul still lives there. I turn 21 in about a month, but I still feel 18. It's like the world just hasn't turned since then.

I don't know how to have a life now, like a LIFE life. I only know how to survive well enough to grind through the education system, and succeed well enough in that to be praised for at least one thing about my inferior body, but I can't keep up the pace I used to now that I'm not under threat of literal death. I got too sick and I had to stop studying and now I don't feel like I have any worth. All I was ever worth was what I could do for others, and now I'm not even sure I have that. I just want to have a purpose again. I can convince myself I'll ultimately help many people when I'm studying, but right now I am not studying, or helping others, and there are so many possible futures that I can see. It is overwhelming. Every moment, every decision, all of it is different and uncharted and very beautiful in its uniqueness but so frightening in its unpredictability.

Sleep is the closest I have to a respite without drugs, and even then I often have the nightmares. This morning I woke up punching thin air where I thought his face was. Weed stops the worst of the flashbacks and nightmares, but I'm broke, so I can't afford the illegal medicine that eases the worst of this aftermath I'm living with. I think it's fucked up that there are doctors I see who would sooner have me taking four different prescription pills instead of vaporising less than half a gram of a plant that deals with all four issues those pills are meant to manage, and then some.

Everything is just fucked. But whatever. There is nothing I can do to change my past, or certain elements of what is inside my head. But what-the-fuck-ever. I'm drinking and right now I don't care and I'm liberated and I bought a new mattress topper so I'm hopefully going to be extra confy sleeping tonight. Historically everything has been shit. I just need to figure out how to put that stuff in the box it belongs in and live the rest of my life.