#i would reread to see if my opinion on that is any different but it's DAILY PASS so i CANT!!!!

[hiphopcherrrypop]

happy premier week!! who else tuning in ✌😲

[incesthemes]

Hi! I read your (excellent) meta about s8-10,l and I would love to chat with you about it. But tumblr etiquette is hard, and I agree with your analysis in part and disagree in part, and the places where I disagree are controversial. So I was wondering if you'd prefer to have me respond on reblog (my thoughts are too long for a tag rant), on a separate post with you tagged, or just link to your post but not tag you? Or uh, maybe something else I havent thought of (like perhaps some thoughts are better left unshared lol)?

Anyway, thanks for the interesting meta!

ohh hi, thank you for reading all that, i know it’s a long one :) i can’t say i really mind what you choose to do with it; honestly i’m so curious about your thoughts i’d be happiest talking to you directly about them through like dms or something (yknow for the gratification of conversation haha). but yeah i don’t care either way, feel free to do as you like

[yan-lorkai]

Hii, Lorks ~

Had see that your writing for my favorie earl now, have any hcs for older sibling reader and young brother Ciel? Sorry about bad english, is not my first language

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Been busy with uni stuff but nothing couldn't stop me from writing this now that inspiration strikes me and since we're having a new season I began to reread the manga these past few days and wow, I still love this lil dude. Look at his smiled he knows he's adorable. The Green Witch arc remains my favorite <3

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warning: Yandere content, platonic yandere, protectiveness.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You were a few years older than the twins, but you were very close to them as well as being a constant figure for them as they grew up. You were what they would describe as the best sibling in the world, even though you liked to make fun of them and make jokes that embarrassed them in front of people, like any good old sibling would do.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ When you had free time, you enjoyed teaching them chess and other logic games, loving the way the expressions on their faces were confusing whenever you used a different strategy. These were simple times when the whole family would get together to watch you play while everyone chatted. Times that were lost after the attack, all the joy, all the warmth, that mixed with the sad blue of the wallpaper until it turned the entire mansion into something cold.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Ciel came back, lost, deeply hurt, and you were the only person he told what happened. The whole kidnapping and the cult, and it broke your heart, your brilliant little brother was an unresponsive blank as he recounted the facts, as if he didn't want to realize the impact that that event had on him. As if he was still on autopilot and couldn't let his guard down. And things were worse now that he had lost his twin brother, who he was as attached to as you were.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ But you were there to support him every step of the way, holding his hand after a nightmare, wiping the rare tears from his eyes, listening to everything he had to say. Ciel's stubborn and prideful, he never asks for help but he has this serene smile on his face when you go out of your way to help him anyway. You knew he was strong for withstanding all the pressure, for enduring everything he went through and for having the strength necessary to overcome everything, and you reminded him of that in each of his "weak moments". It reminded him that he was loved and that you would always be by his side.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He's still twelve, he's still a child, and you're always telling him stories to sleep and taking him out to take his mind off his trauma. Sometimes you just sit next to him and listen to him express his thoughts.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Ciel can be a little overprotective sometimes, which is funny considering you should be the overprotective one due to the age difference. He always sends Sebastian with you on your errands, to protect you from some attack or someone. And you don't complain, his intentions are good and you can understand the anxiety he feels upon knowing that those responsible for the attack are free and alive.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Being a few years older, you know a lot about balls, about every important person and how to negotiate with them. And you teach each of these things to Ciel when he decides to claim the title of Queen's Watchdog, giving advice and sharing your opinion whenever he asks you, being by his side as his left hand.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ And being his left hand means that you and Sebastian interact on a daily basis, protecting Ciel, going on missions together, collecting information and the such.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ In private, when your masks can finally fall, you call him by his real name, hug him lightly and let him know that no matter what, you'll be there for him. Always.

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Ciel actually told you everything, everything except that he made a contract with a demon. He hopes you can forgive him when the contract is completed, when he and his soul disappear from this world, without any chance of seeing you one last time in the so-called paradise.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Even after your death, Ciel might remember the loving way you sat in the chair next to his bed when he was sick and took care of him. He will remember the silly promises you made, the bad jokes you told him to make him laugh until his stomach hurt, the little adventures to steal cookies on Christmas morning. Things too precious for him.

[gothicayomi]

Edit: I made a post about Alex’s reponse: Here

Okay. The Alex callout is so fucking wishy washy that I’m genuinely getting whiplash. When I first read Ven’s callout document several days ago, I honestly skimmed it because I’m the type of person who has always just assumed callouts are fully honest. And siding with the victims immediately is always a must, especially if it’s about grooming minors, or severe abuse. At that time I was also under the impression DB was a minor, thus I automatically denounced Alex Kister. However, last night I wanted to see any updates regarding this development and I’m so glad I saw Ven’s tumblr post before he updated it, because it provided vital information (such as reminding everyone DB is an adult during all this) and I was able to see people’s responses to it. I decided to reread the document with this new, updated information in mind and I’m very upset with how badly this has gotten. Particularly about how feeble Ven’s doc is and how some of the things they said rubbed me the wrong way. For now, I’m just pointing out some things that really stood out to me with how much it didn’t make sense or it was particularly antagonizing toward Alex.

So… in the tumblr post Ven made, they were saying that the point of the doc wasn’t to say Alex was a groomer. And yet they made it VERY CLEAR that Alex’s gender identity was, in their opinion, a way for Alex to “lure victims”. Basically calling a transfem a predator cuz she expressed her gender identity AND sexuality relative to her gender identity to her partner and not minors. but Ven was also backing up from that claim, which clearly was the whole point of the doc???? But it was never stated in the introduction of the document. So first of all, I thought that was weird. It just said “Alex’s predatory and manipulative behavior.” Here we go.

So. Apparently a content creator wanting to make friends and connect with people is parasocial? Sure, content creators have to be aware of their “high status” or whatever, but i think people are also weird for idol worshipping in the first place. Alex (which I’ve seen stated uses any pronouns) has been self aware about parasocial relationships from the beginning and he’s not saying he never was aware of it. 😐 but several screenshots of him explaining himself tells that he never even thought about the potential power imbalance— he wanted some fucking friends.

These screenshots would show someone expressing their discomfort and assert their boundaries. And Alex always seemed very genuine in their apologies and would acknowledge the person’s feelings wholeheartedly. None of it was brushed off by her in the screenshots. She never downplayed anything. And yet you guys are still offended???????????????? Let me get this straight. You want someone to own up to their mistakes and apologize for making you feel weird, but when they do, you’re somehow still upset? Hm. Make it make sense. Like what the fuck you want, blood from a rock??????

By the way, what’s transphobic to one trans person might not be transphobic for someone else. As a gender-fluid person, I’m not going to be pissed off if a different gender fluid person “”“changes their gender every day”,””” (i say this particular thing because I’ve seen people act very upset over it while others aren’t) because it’s not my fucking business and it doesn’t affect me or my daily life. If they’re comfortable and happy, that’s all that matters. I have no say in what other trans people makes them comfortable with themselves. What’s transphobic is invalidating another trans person’s gender identity, expression, and sexuality, (which CAN co exist by the fucking way) and demonizing it just because you don’t like that person or you don’t want to try and understand them. Just so you know. :) that’s like misgendering someone on purpose just because they’re a terrible person, or saying neopronouns are invalid.

Here’s the thing: when you’re exploring gender identity, you’re not going to get it on the first fucking try. From what I’m seeing in the docs, this was Alex around the time they were first stepping into that comfort zone. They were trying new things. Wanting to feel comfortable. Wanting to be validated. Wanting to connect with other trans people. That’s what every trans person wants. You seriously shamed her for that? To the point where Alex admitted they felt so ashamed of their gender expression that they lied about saying it was joke? All to reassure everyone and make people feel better? Fuck you. You don’t fucking get to say what someone should and shouldn’t do regarding their body and gender— he wasn’t saying explicit things to the minors. Not stuff similar to what was said to Ven or D8 so why the fuck is anyone tripping??????

I will say that I understand why Ven would be concerned about this in the first place since when they dating Alex, Alex did make sexual comments about wanting to wear their clothes and look like them. I get it. But Ven, you were his partner, obviously when you guys were comfortably having intimate discussions that he’d be willing to share vulnerable desires with you regarding gender identity woven with sexuality. But why did you automatically, outside of your personal conversations with him, try so desperately to search for that in his convos with other people? When they had nothing to do with you I understand wanting to be concerned and looking out for other people but this was so blown out of proportion that it’s insane.

Alex trusted you so much. And one thing I was really disgusted by was the creepy ass way of you posting screenshots of his sexual fantasies. If Alex does decide to post YOURS you sent to HIM, you have no fucking right to be upset over it, okay? :) fair’s fair, my dude.

So this screenshot being posted after Ven writing in the document “venting to a minor about his sexual frustration” all I have to say is Ven what the fuck are you talking about? being touch-starved isn’t Inherently sexual. Why the fuck is Ven saying this is sexual frustration. ?????????????????????????????????????????? So it’s sexual when it’s said to a minor? Oh okay, good thinking, Ven. /sarcasm. I didn’t know cuddles and hugs were bad. I guess grown adults shouldn’t cuddle their children, or adults can’t hug their child family members. Idk what to say about the “I wish you lived closer thing” tbh because i don’t know what the person said— it could have been taken out of context. Which brings me to my next point.

Ven stated there were people who came forward with their own screenshots of what Alex said. But if someone is going to crop them into tiny little boxes and obscure what the victim said before and after, it’s going to be pretty fucking difficult to even make a proper judgment on whether or not the context is inappropriate, or if it was said to the actual victim themselves in the first fucking place. Sure, the screenshots aren’t fabricated, but we don’t know who the fuck they were sent to. That’s on y’all.

Btw I’m so fucking convinced none of these ppl have ever experienced normal, healthy friendships or relationships, oh my fucking god. No fucking basis for proper judgment, imo.

One thing that also pissed me off was Ven targeting Alex’s mental health and symptoms throughout the doc. They targeted Alex’s paranoia and suicidal tendencies. First off, I’m pretty sure everyone part of tmc + the fandom know that the most prominent themes of tmc are SUICIDE and religious trauma. I once saw Alex post a tweet about various poetry written during his high school years venting his depression and suicidal ideation. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had been struggling with depression and suicidal ideation way before that. I’m gonna be so honest, after seeing the way Ven twisted a lot of this around, when I look back on Ven saying “Alex said he’d kill himself if I broke up with him” makes me think Alex could have said something like “you mean a lot to me and I’d be devastated if we split.” like. I can’t be the only fucking person who thinks this. Alex has always been self aware. I know he’s really struggling right now.

LMFAOOOOOOOOOOO BITCH YOU ARE SO STUPID!!!!!!!!!!!!! You either genuinely don’t know what paranoia is (symptom of mental illness) or you, of course, are genuinely trying to demonize an aspect of someone’s symptoms they can’t control. All to justify your bullying against Alex. Maybe research what paranoia is, and you’d be more understanding of Alex.

Mental illness doesn’t fit into your neat little boxes, by the way. And everybody experiences mental illness differently, so don’t act like you 100% know what someone is going through. I understand wanting to see the people you care about getting therapy and professional support. But you don’t have the right to demonize them when they aren’t being outright shitty.

Not to mention, every single fucking time Alex would explain their feelings and perspectives, Ven, you would shut them down in the doc. Invalidating Alex’s feelings. That’s the sort of thing manipulative people do, just so you know, Ven!! The same type of person you claim Alex is!!! Don’t throw stones in glass houses. That’s coward behavior, and projection is damaging to both parties.

Im gojng to be so deadass right now. If I could nitpick every single little detail in Ven’s document that I found weirdly uncomfortable or suspicious or confusing, I’d be making my own goddamn google doc which would be two or three times as long as Ven’s.

This entire matter genuinely could have been dealt with privately. Alex even expressed that and Ven shut him down!!! Do you know how fucking frustrating that is? And no, Alex never shut you guys down so don’t even try and twist the blame back onto him. You wanted him to own up to what he’s done and said, but y’all don’t want to do the same. Sigh!

Also, what the fuck is the takeaway supposed to be? Y’all said he isn’t a groomer. Ven said somewhere in the doc that people aren’t trying to be transmisogynistic. But clearly you are fucking using Alex’s gender identity against her. I hope you burn in hell. Also, since none of the minors were being groomed, what the fuck are you trying to prove?????????? That wanting friends is fucked up and evil???? That you and D8, grown ass adults who were consensually engaging in sexual conversations with Alex, were fucking manipulated? Evidence shows you guys were comfortable with expressing your discomfort and asserting boundaries, but like I said, y’all are still pissed off Alex took accountability. You’re adults. Act like it.

I could go on and on about this shit but these are the key points I wanted to bring up. I saw the post that donut made and I read through it thoroughly but since there is no evidence suggesting Alex was grooming minors, and he was genuinely apologizing for making Donut and other people uncomfortable, it honestly came off as a kid (kids shouldn’t even be in online without a fucking parent’s supervision anyway) being a kid: immature. So I genuinely do not give a fuck. Have your parents watch what people say to you online.

I’m a 23 year old adult who’s been in both toxic and healthy friendships and relationships with people and I can honestly say y’all are fucking stupid for even writing these dumbass callouts. I’m looking forward to Alex’s response and I will be supporting him unless there is substantial evidence showing Alex is a bad person. Ok?

Feelings and perspectives are valid and important on both ends. You don’t need me to tell you that. The point of this post is that the doc was very feeble and lacked proper documentation at numerous points. you shouldn’t purposely misconstrue Alex’s words and actions just to make him look bad, especially if your evidence (screenshots, in this case) isn’t consistent or fully exposed. I will mention what I said earlier: plenty of people here, from what I saw, were able to express their feelings and assert boundaries just fine and Alex was completely open, and whoever needed that help definitely got it. Despite everything that has happened, I’m glad people did have others who understood what they felt.

I may be editing this post if I find I think certain things need to be (re)addressed or corrected. Because like I said, there are various things I want to point out. Stay updated or not!

[lady-pug]

Written Between the Lines

Chapter V - Two Hearts as Embers

Summary: On the eve of your wedding day you are left feeling agitated, anxious and lonely. But an unexpected late-night visit and some surprising revelations might be just what you need to calm your racing heart.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Word count: 4k

Warnings: canon-typical incest (uncle-niece), ritualistic self-inflicted wounds, ritualistic blood consumption

Notes: Hellooo! It’s me again, and I bring you something I have been dying to write for a while (pretty much since chapter got published). I had lots of fun writing this one and ended up loving how it came out.

Like I’ve mentioned before, I have left the question of the reader’s parentage more ambiguous (she can be biologically Laenor’s daughter, or Harwin Strong’s or some other folk Rhaenyra decided to bed once, it doesn’t matter). I did this in order to not imply a certain appearance for the reader and leave the whole thing up for interpretation.

High Valyrian translations are in the end notes.

Thank you so much for reading, I hope with all my heart you enjoy!

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You had never been more agitated than you were feeling after supper. Not even the bath you requested your maids fix for you had helped to calm your skittish nerves, nor did the calming tea Alicent suggested you drink before bed. Sleep eluded you, so you decided to read something as a distraction but found yourself rereading the same sentence several times, such was your lack of concentration.

Time couldn’t go by any slower in your opinion. It had been almost four whole moons since your betrothal to Aemond, and not a day went by that you didn’t wish the wedding day would arrive faster. No less than three days after your quarrel with Jason Lannister in the courtyard (to which Rhaenyra rolled her eyes at Tyland’s apologies on behalf of his brother, pretending not to notice the proud smile Daemon sent your way once you’d told them what happened) your mother had given birth to a healthy baby girl, to whom she gave the name Visenya. You insisted on helping with the delivery, like you had done before with the birth of Aegon and Viserys, and nothing she said could pry you from her side.

“You shouldn’t see me like this, tis’ not a pleasant sight.” she had said, even though Visenya’s birth was the most uncomplicated one compared to her two older brothers you had witnessed.

“Worry not, mother.” you had soothed her, swallowing down your own fear of the whole situation “I wish to be here for you. And besides, it shall be me in the same place as you are now soon enough. I should see what awaits me.”

Almost as soon as she could stand unassisted again, without much care for her own well-being, she started planning and preparing your wedding feast, much to both Daemon’s and Alicent’s dismay. She started ordering servants around, asking the maesters to send ravens to all great houses, requesting the cooks to buy different exotic meats. You told her all the fuss wasn’t necessary, that just a feast with the whole family would suffice, but she and even Alicent scolded you, saying that the heirs to the throne warrant only the best on their wedding day.

After getting past her initial shock at the way Rhaenyra handled things, Alicent joined in the wedding planning efforts. The whole ordeal brought them closer, and now without the looming figure of Viserys, the very thing that had drifted them apart in the first place, and Otto no longer caring about securing Aegon’s claim, the both of them managed to find their footing again and their friendship started to bloom once more. It was the main reason you tried not chiming in too much on the planning of your own wedding, wanting them to have this moment for themselves knowing how much, at least on your mother’s side, she had missed her best friend.

Now, on the eve of the day you were to be wed, you were disproportionately anxious and you couldn’t even understand why. You knew Aemond wanted to marry you as much as you wanted to marry him, you knew this union would avoid a bloody and gruesome war between your kin, you knew it would make both of you, and in turn both your mothers, happy. Then why did you suddenly feel so apprehensive? It couldn’t possibly be due to cold feet, you could think of nothing else but how much you wanted this day to come. So why?

You wanted to see Aemond. His presence brought you comfort and you always felt safe when you were with him, ever since you were merely more than a babe, and even more so now that you had gotten to know each other once more. But Alicent, fervorously adept in the Faith of the Seven, had prohibited you from seeing one another after dusk had fallen, claiming that the groom seeing the bride before the wedding brought misfortune to their union. So you resigned yourself to simmering alone in your thoughts until the wedding, or until you have gone mad.

Deep down you knew you could talk to your mother. She would most likely understand, even relate to what you were feeling. However, you felt like she already had too much on her plate with the last minute preparations, same thing with Alicent (and to be honest you still weren’t all that close to your soon to be good mother, maybe someday). Daemon had been away from court for almost a week now, no word to where he was going, just a promise that he would most definitely be back for the wedding. You could talk to Helaena, but you didn’t wish to bother her with such trivial matters, as she had her hands full with her two children (three if you included her husband in the bill). Jace and Luke? Absolutely not. Maybe Baela could talk some sense into you if she was still awake at this hour.

There was one other person who used to bring you a similar sense of security as Aemond did, someone you used to go to when you felt frightened as a child and who calmed you down in a way your mother never managed to match. But he was no longer here, and the almost debilitating ache his absence evoked in your chest brought tears to your eyes. You shook your head, desperate to get rid of this feeling and focus on something else

Then something caught your attention. A muffled, dry thud echoed around your chambers, so low you almost didn’t hear it. It sounded out again, louder this time, and you guessed it was coming from the wall. Or rather behind the wall. Walking over to where the sound was coming from, you placed your head on the cold stone, the side of your face flat against the surface as you tried to listen better. You beamed brightly once you heard the sound again, this time right under your ear: someone was knocking on the wall from the other side.

Eagerly, you opened the door, expecting it to be your soon to be husband, but the face that greeted you on the other side was not who you were hoping for.

“Daemon?” you questioned, feeling more confused than ever. He didn’t answer and only stared at you until you stepped aside to let him into the room “When did you get back?”

Once again your question went unanswered as he sauntered into the chambers, and only now did you realize he was holding a beat up parcel in his hand, its contents unknown to you.

“What are you doing here?”

He placed the parcel on your bed and turned around to face you.

“Put these on and meet me outside when you are ready.” he walked back the way he came, halting only when you grabbed his hand.

“Daemon, what is going on?”

“Just do as you are told.” his face softened upon noticing the apprehension on your face, a reflection of your earlier fidgety state “Trust me on this, alright?”

After a beat you nodded, moving back towards the parcel. Looking over your shoulder you noticed Daemon had walked out the hidden door once more, leaving it ajar just a crack. As you opened the bag you were left puzzled as you pulled robes that were almost the same beige, grayish color of the parcel. As you unfolded it, however, you noticed the red details on the fabric, lining the bottom of the skirts, cuffs and shoulders. You changed out of your nightgown and pulled the robes over your head, tying it around your waist. 

Staring at your reflection on the mirror, something about the clothes, all the intricate details on the midsection and the patterns embroidered in colors, all of it seemed almost too familiar to you. You couldn’t quite put your finger on where you remembered it from, though, no matter how long you stared at yourself in it. Deciding not to dwell too much on it, you followed Daemon out the secret door.

A thousand questions raced through your mind as you followed him through the secret tunnels of Maegor’s Holdfast. When had he gotten back? Where had he been? Where were you going? None of the scenarios you created in your head made any sense so you kept your head down and followed after your step-father. You eventually left the passages, coming out on the side of Aegon’s High Hill that faced the sea. Daemon started walking towards Shadowblack Lane, intending to climb all the way down to the beach. 

“Where are we going?” you asked, careful to watch your footing on the steep track.

“You will see.” he gave no more away, elusive as ever.

“You know, kepa, had I not known you for so long now I would think you are trying to abduct me before my wedding day.”

“You know I have never been the biggest fan of the one-eyed cunt, tala.” he chuckled at the scathing glare you sent his way “But you seem fond of him, so I rest my case.”

You walked the rest of the way in silence before you stood a short distance from the beach. There, as you walked ahead of Daemon, you spotted three lone figures, standing next to decorations in shades of red and yellow and illuminated by lit pyres. Upon closer inspection you realized one of them was your mother, holding something you couldn’t quite make out in her arms, and another was a priest or cleric of some kind. The third person, on the other hand, you couldn’t even see for their face was obscured by the hood of their cloak.

As she noticed you approaching, Rhaenyra nudged the hooded figure who turned around to face you as well, and when you could finally see under the cloak you felt like your heart had ceased beating and all air left your lungs in a single, shaky exhale.

No, you thought, it can’t be. He was dead, had been dead for years. He couldn’t possibly be here, your tired mind had to be playing tricks on you.

But when he pulled the cloak down, revealing all of himself to you, it was clear it wasn’t an image conjured by your mind to toy with you. He was really here.

“Father?” 

Your voice was so soft, so scared that if you spoke too loudly you’d break whatever spell you were under, wake up in your bed and find out you had been dreaming all along. Tears brimmed in your eyes, something heavy and tight burning on your throat, as you felt a hand gently rubbing between your shoulder blades. You hadn’t even noticed when Daemon had caught up to you, now trying to bring you comfort in your most vulnerable moment. One look at your mother smiling kindly at you, a mist in her own eyes as she gave you a single nod, had you taking off running into the arms of Laenor Velaryon.

You buried your face in his chest, your arms circling his waist as his own wrapped around your shoulders, one hand gently cradling the back of your head and holding you tightly against him. Years upon years of pent up grief, of deep seated longing and anger and resentment and pain and desperation poured out of you, a weight being lifted off your shoulder as they shook from the force of your sobs. You felt him tightening his arms even further around you, swaying you from side to side as he used to do when you were younger and in need of comfort, and the realization that he was here, that he was truly alive, made you shed even more tears and cry even harder.

Eventually your sobs subsided to sniffles and you pulled back, staring up at him. He used the bottom of his cloak to dry the lone tears that still rolled down your cheeks, the coarse material helping ground you enough to properly take in the sight of him. He looked expectedly older than you remembered, more worn down, but at the same time the lines of worry on his face seemed less deep than before, like he was happier, more free somehow. His silver hair was a lot shorter, having foregone the dreads and letting his natural curls take over. 

“H-how… how are you-?!” you hiccuped, still not fully understanding the situation.

“Tis’ a long story, mayhaps better suited for another time.” he spoke delicately “Your mother can explain it to you in the future.”

“But what are you doing here?” 

The grin that spread across his face was as bright as you remembered, so mirthful and full of life. 

“You did not think I was going to miss my little girl’s wedding, now, did you?” he poked your ribs, another nod to simpler times.

For a moment you panicked, holding tightly onto his forearms as if he would disappear if you let him go.

“No, you can’t!” you stammered, fearful “If someone sees you at the sept-”

“No one will see me,” he shook his head, running a hand over your hair in hopes of soothing you “for I am not going to the sept.”

“Then how…?”

Your mother finally stepped forward. 

“Tis’ why we are here tonight.” she spoke for the first time since you arrived at the beach and it was then that you figured out what she was holding. 

A traditional headpiece.  

And everything started making sense. You might not have remembered the clothes but you could never forget the headpiece worn by your mother during hers and Daemon’s own wedding. You had been too out of it to truly pay attention to what was happening, for the death of your father and the whole ordeal with Aemond on Driftmark were still fresh and weighing heavily on your mind, but you remember looking at her and thinking how well the piece suited her, making her look like the most beautiful woman in the realm in your eyes.

It made sense, the robes, the cleric, the decorations.

It was a valyrian wedding ceremony.

“Getting Caraxes to accept him as a passenger was quite the task.” Daemon jested. So that’s where he had been the previous days, he had gone to fetch your father.

Rhaenyra and Daemon had organized the whole thing in order for you not only to have a wedding in the traditions of your roots, something they knew both you and Aemond cherished deeply and bonded over, but also to give the opportunity for your father to witness it.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Laenor continued, cupping your cheeks “You are my first born and my only daughter, no matter what anyone says.”

The smile that took over your features threatened to split your face in half from how large it was, a new wave of tears pooling in your eyes as you hid in his arms once more. It didn’t matter if you were his by blood or not, he was your father. He was the one who had cared for you, who soothed you when you were sorrowful, who held you when you were frightened. He was the one who had started teaching you how to fight, how to defend yourself against a world that would certainly try to bring you down. He was your father and you loved him as such.

A set of footsteps approaching had you pulling back from him, turning to face whoever had intruded in your moment, only to come face to face with Aemond. He was wearing similar robes to your own, the clothing complementing his figure and making him appear even more handsome to you. 

He stared at you in bewilderment, his eye moving rapidly between your father next to you and your mother who now stood next to Daemon. She placed the headpiece in her husband’s hands as she walked towards Aemond, and as she approached him, Laenor gently grasped your shoulders and turned you away from them, starting to style your hair.

You tried not to eavesdrop, you really did, but Rhaenyra wasn’t being very subtle either way.

“This is me trusting you.” she spoke with conviction, not wavering in front of a man seemingly feared by the whole court “If this got out, it could be my ruin. I am trusting you to keep this secret, valonqar, as I am trusting you with her.” there was a pause in her speech before she continued “Should you break my trust, for any reason whatsoever, either by betraying me or her, I will take her away from you. You will never see her again.”

It was silent for a moment, her words striking fear even in your own heart, before you heard Aemond’s quiet answer, his voice almost a whisper.

“Kostā pāsagon nyke, mandia. Nyke kivio.”

A warmth spread through your chest as you took in his words. Laenor seemed to notice your giddiness for he chuckled at your antics.

“Does he make you happy?” he spoke after a moment, his tone more serious than before.

“He does.” you answered without hesitation.

His hands settled on your shoulders, his voice lowering so only you could hear.

“And do you love him?”

Turning around you noticed the pleading look in his eyes, hidden behind the wall of sterness, and you noticed how much your joy mattered to him, even after all these years.

“I do.”

His worry melted away as he smiled brightly again.

“Tis’ all I could ask for.” he pulled a few strands of your hair, giving it its finishing touch “There, now you are the prettiest princess in the realm.” he spoke softly, reciting the words he would always say when helping you style your hair as a child. 

With a kiss to the top of your head, your father turned you back around towards your husband to be, who stood next to Rhaenyra, and something made you stop dead in your tracks. 

He was no longer wearing his eyepatch.

Sometime between the moment he arrived and now, while you had your back turned to him, he had bared his face for all to see. The force of the realization of what he did, of what this meant to him almost brought you to your knees. This was him, trusting in your mother, like she trusted him before. By trusting her enough to show her the most vulnerable side of him, one he had admitted once to having never shown anyone other than yourself and the occasional maester before, not even his own mother, he was proving to her that the faith she had placed in him wasn’t unwarranted.   

In this very moment you knew you never wanted to spend another day apart from him ever again.

Rhaenyra stepped forward then, the headpiece back on her hands and, as you walked closer to the two of them, she placed it on your head, straightening your clothes. She didn’t have to speak, for her smile revealed everything she was thinking.

I am so proud of you.

“I know, mother.” you whispered and you could swear she blinked a few times too fast, trying to keep her own tears from falling. She took a step back, going to stand between Laenor and Daemon behind you as you finally turned to face Aemond fully.

He looked beautiful, perhaps more than you’d ever seen before. The light cast from the pyres shining on the sapphire, glimmering like the night sky, made him look almost celestial, the red of the robes contrasting against his pale skin and under the white strands of his hair. As you stood before each other, so close you could feel the heat emanating from him, all your thoughts were silenced, none of them mattering now that you were about to be united in fire and blood.

“Shall we begin then?” your mother gestured for the man, who you now realized was a dragon priest, to step forward and stand besides the two of you, handing Aemond a small blade made of dragonglass.

“Hen lantoti ānogar, va sȳdronti vāedroma.” the man spoke in a measured cadence, almost as if he was reciting a love poem or singing a ballad.

Blood of two, joined as one

Aemond raised the blade to your lips, cutting a small line across the middle of your bottom lip.

“Mēro perzot gīhoti, elēdroma iārza sīr.”

Ghostly flame, and song of shadows 

He brought a finger to your lips and tenderly, almost reverently, dabbed his finger in the speck of blood that had formed on your skin. He traced a line in the middle of your forehead, right between your eyes, branding you with a mark, his mark. 

“Izulī ampā perzī, prūmī lanti sēteski.”

Two hearts as embers, forged in fourteen fires

You, in turn, did the same to him, reveling in the softness of his lips as you slashed his skin. Like he had done, you gathered the crimson liquid and marked him as inherently yours.

“Hen jenȳ māzīlarion, qēlossa ozūndesi.”

A future promised in glass, the stars stand witness

The dragon priest then handed you a larger dragonglass blade which you used to slash a line across your palm, handing it to Aemond so he could do the same, none of you minding the sharp sting. Then the both of you took each other’s hand, perfectly aligning the fresh cuts as your fingers intertwined almost on instinct.

“Sȳndroro ōñō jēdo, rȳ kīvia mazvestraksi.”

The vow spoken through time, of darkness and light

With a goblet placed under your joined hands, collecting the dripping crimson of your mixed blood, the priest wrapped an embroidered ribbon around your hands, uniting you for eternity.

Once he was done reciting the vows, the man then handed you the chalice and Aemond’s eye followed your every move as you brought it to your lips. The coppery taste didn’t bother you,  warmth filling in your chest at the comfort the thought of consuming the merge of both your essences elicited in you.

Aemond did the same, taking a generous gulp from the goblet, and you couldn’t help the flush that took over your cheeks as you watched the way his throat moved as he swallowed or how his tongue peeked out of his mouth as he licked his lips, not letting one drop go to waste.

Only after the dragon priest had taken the chalice from his hands did Aemond step even closer to you, toes almost touching. He placed a finger under your chin, tilting your head to look at him, thumb delicately tracing the line he had cut on your mouth. Then slowly, gently, he pulled your face towards his and placed a soft albeit passionate kiss on your awaiting lips. He kissed you with devotion, with a sureness of a man who knew exactly where he wanted, no, needed to be. He poured all of his feelings into that one kiss, sealing your fates forever now, tying it to one another.

He reluctantly pulled back, although he did relent to one final tender peck as your lips chased after his own, resting his chin on your shoulder as he embraced you.

“I have longed for this day for as long as I can remember.” he whispered, like he was bestowing upon you his most well kept secret “And now you are mine.” 

“I am yours.” you cupped his cheek as you pulled back, running a thumb over his scar like you had come to learn soothed him “As you are mine.” 

“I am.” he nodded as he nudged his nose against your cheek, causing your head to turn to the side, facing your family “I have always been.” 

As you stared at your family, Rhaenyra no longer trying to hold back her tears as both Laenor and Daemon tried comforting her, you felt loved and adored and safe and content in the arms of your husband. In this very moment, you couldn’t help but thank whatever gods were listening for giving you this, everything you could have ever dreamed of. You’d cherish it greatly from this day, until the end of your days.

High Valyrian translations: - ‘kepa’ and ‘tala’ - father and daughter (meant here affectionately, not by blood, as there are no terms for step-relative in High Valyrian) - valonqar - younger brother - kostā pāsagon nyke, mandia. nyke kivio - you can trust me, (older) sister. i promise

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[notmyprey]

Small vent cause I swear I keep seeing this, and it just bugs me. Im not angry, I'm mostly just sad that this is where we are right now.

Guys, can we not harass others. Unless they are hurting others, what is harassment going to do? Make them sad? Make them hate themselves?

People can, in fact, have different likes and opinions than you. As long as they are not actively hurting people, hating others, or being mean, what is wrong with what they are doing?

Liking sfw vore, extreme cuddling, or any of its other names is not something that one should be harassed over.

Likeing vore in a sexual light is not something to be harassed over.

Liking it both ways is ok, too.

Also, the fact that some people are going out of their ways to harass people who like vore (sfw or nsfw) in a fatal/digestion context is so sad.

I personally dont find vore sexual. I personally dont like fatal (in the sense that the prey is dead completely and isn't a ghost or anything that still has a presence).

But here is the thing. I dont need to like and/or understand it to respect it. I dont need to like spiders to respect people who keep them as pets. I dont need to like the idea of having children to respect those who do.

People. You dont need to understand their feelings. You dont need to feel the same way. But they are people too. They have feelings. They are more than just text on a screen.

I know I may seem like a flat, one dimensional person since I post 1 type of content here, and thats how many people who like vore make their blogs too, but I am a human behind the screen.

Just, please. Respect others. I know, many people here are hurt. I know many people here have trust issues, and unfortunately, a draw of the vore community is that need for trust. But having healthy boundaries, having a healthy outlet that's not an anger filled rant (*will elaborate on what I mean at the bottom of this), and having someone to ask "can you make sure this is me talking, and not just my initial reaction" are things this community needs to work on.

If I were to give any advice, it would be to wait a minute before you post a vent, rant, or anything along those lines. Walk away for a minute, come back, and reread it. You may find that some of what you type is your initial anger, fear, or hurt speaking, not you.

I want your real voice to be heard, yall, and sometimes to do that, you need to step back for a moment. So before you send that hate message, before you post that rant, please ask yourself:

"Is that me, or what I was taught"

* I want to elaborate on what I mean by anger filled rant.

What I consider an anger filled rant is when someone finds something they dont like, and decid to attack it.

Instead of making something informative, they make something emotion filled. This isn't always bad. But this can be bad if the thing they are attacking is something that is not hurting others or themselves.

So in short, what I mean by anger filled rant is, a rant that attacks something that is not harmful.

I dont condone harassment towards anyone, but I do understand an angry rant if it is about someone who is hurting others. Again, that is not the thing I am referencing. I am not saying someone being angry at another for hurting people is wrong, it isnt. People should be angry at people getting hurt.

So yah, thank you all for reading this. I just needed to get this out there.

Guys, btw, this is not sfw interaction only for me (if you're rb you wanna make sfw only thats ok, def enforce your own boundaries) cause:

1. I feel like this is important for both sides

2. I have a 'if I dont see you, I dont care' rule cause I have given up on trying to blog all nsfw ppl lol. Sides they aren't monsters or anything. Just ppl. Still dont want them rbing or commenting, but liking my stuff is fine.

[zombie-bait]

Omg i just realized I have something tiny to add to the whole James Somerton debacle. I'm currently watching the hbombguy vid (as you do when procrastinating assignments) and I remembered something that stood out to me in James' old videos.

So I used to be a fan of his stuff. I am also a fan of Hannibal and IWTV. He made a video covering both so naturally I was very hyped. It was called 'The Gay Appeal of Toxic Love.' The vid itself was fine (I don't remember having any super strong opinions of it besides being excited to hear ppl mention Interview cuz I had recently become obsessed) but one thing did stand out to me. In the IWTV section he mentions Nicki and, naturally, his death:

"After becoming a vampire, Nicky becomes nearly catatonic, and eventually slips away from Lestat entirely. And after centuries of dealing with depression and severe mental illness, Nicky kills himself."

(sourced from this transcript: https://github.com/TerraJRiley/James_Somerton_Transcripts/blob/main/Transcripts/The%20Gay%20Appeal%20of%20Toxic%20Love.txt)

To anyone who's read TVL, I don't think I need to explain that Nicki had not, in fact, been around for centuries. "Nicki had lived to be 30" has been rattling around in my head since I first read it.

And like, obviously I don't expect every youtube essayist to read several long-ish novels to have a full grasp of the series' deep lore, especially when the focus was largely on IWTV and Loustat rather than the entire Vampire Chronicles. Still, it makes you wonder a bit about the quality of the research being done here. You can find the proper info in like, 5 seconds by just going on the fan wiki so I'm not sure what his sources were. And that's the issue at hand, isn't it?

At the time I felt a tiny bit smug recognizing the error but in light of everything that's been revealed, it's kind of telling. I'm not saying this part was plagiarized (I haven't found anything but others on reddit have found issues with different sections of the same video) but rereading the transcript it comes off as someone who clearly doesn't know much about Interview.... It feels like he's reading through a loose summary of plot points rather than analyzing a piece of media that actually means anything to him. It's very much Interview for people who don't know Interview which, one could argue is fair. Especially beyond book one, VC is a niche series and a lot of elements that are important to certain characters or plot lines cannot be summarized quickly for an audience unfamiliar with it. A good writer, who's done a lot of research about the specific topic they have chosen to make a video on, would be able to balance this. There is a LOT to analyze about queerness in VC and its a shame to see one of the more popular queer media channels half-assing it just to churn out videos heavily made up of other people's work. In retrospect he had several videos like that, where he would discuss things like manga/manhua communities while clearly having little knowledge on the nuance of those subjects. He was an outsider who presented himself with a strange amount of authority.

This was content created with the sole intention of propping up queer stories and history, yet it's built off stolen work from queer authors and doesn't actually care that much about exploring the communities it features. Vids like the IWTV one weren't really fact checked because it's only people like me who would might give a shit or even notice anything is off in the first place. There's a bit of a similar vibe in some of his other vids where he undermines the experiences of queer women because he clearly has not taken the time to learn about the nuances of representing queer women in media. These are things that irritated me when I first started to notice them but I put those concerns in the back of my mind because I cared about the topics he was covering and was excited to see these discussions becoming more mainstream.

The revelations of this evening have been disappointing to say the least.

(also for the record I know he made other more recent vids about IWTV but I haven't seen those and even if his account was still up I don't think I would lol

BUT

I did look at the transcript for his 'Vampires and the Gays Who Love Them' video (found from the same link I included above) and this quote about the IWTV AMC show is sending me: "Daniel has never grappled with the complexities of being gay"

Shoutout to straight, uncomplicated icon Daniel Molloy. Devil's Minion was a mass hallucination, spread the word)

[2amtechnicolor]

We Need To Talk About Mahiru

Mahiru's second Trial is out and oh my god she just jumped up on my faves list. I love analyzing the MVs from different perspectives so I thought I'd give my 2 cents on Mahiru's character.

My vote: INNOCENT

The first thing I really feel the need to bring up is that people tend to ignore that Mahiru is actually very intelligent. There's multiple kinds of intelligence, and while she might not be "traditionally" smart in the linguistic sense, she's incredibly emotionally intelligent. She's a master of empathy and mood making and is an incredibly charming talker to the point you don't realize she's completely controlling the conversation. That being said, I genuinely don't think she uses her intelligence for malicious gains.

One of the theories going around with her first MV was that she was overbearing to the point of being abusive, while being oblivious to her own toxicity. Now after rereading and rewatching, I'm inclined to disagree. Her love may be seen as overbearing to some but we have not seen any explicit bad behavior towards her boyfriend. (Contrast with someone like Muu, who was revealed to have bullied as much as she was bullied herself). In my unpopular opinion, I genuinely think Mahiru was in a "healthy" relationship, at least on the surface.

[TW for discussions of death, murder, and fictional depictions of suicide]

[Side Note: One of the sticking points people have while saying "Mahiru was toxic" is that "Mahiru's relationship only lasted 16 days" which is blatantly not true when you check the translations for MV1. Day 1 takes place during college finals (mid-March-ish in JPN), Day 7 explicitly takes place in the summer, and Day 15 is New Year's Day (January). Mahiru's affection towards her boyfriend lasted almost a year, and they dated for around 6 months-ish during that. The "16 Day Memorial" isn't about a period of 16 days, it's about 16 days over the course of their relationship where she was explicitly making moves towards her boyfriend.]

I need you to take a real hard look at how Mahiru talks about "love" and "being in love." More specifically, when she talks about the concept of "love," she often brings up the action of "loving/showing love" in her explanation. Never once have I heard her say "My boyfriend loved me." or "This is what my boyfriend did for me." The focus is all on her actions towards the boyfriend. And I genuinely think she was a sweet girlfriend! She loved trying his hobbies and cooking his favorite foods and going to his favorite spots. She was sweet, and kind, and playful, and maybe just a bit clingy. But she was never jealous or possessive.

Es: I see. So, you became a murderer as a result of some relationship conflicts? Jealousy… Grudges… Having your partner stolen from you… Those stories aren’t all that uncommon now are they?

Mahiru: You’re wrong. It wasn’t that. I…never even wanted to kill anyone in the first place!

She explicitly states that her crime was not based off of negative feelings towards her boyfriend, but she still takes responsibility for what happened. Compare that to Fuuta, who, despite his own feelings of guilt, continually verbally denied that he had anything to do with his victim's death. Mahiru not only takes explicit responsibility, but also pins her "love" as his cause of death, to the point where if she was voted guilty, she would never try to love anyone again. Without "loving" anyone, she has no reason to live.

"To not forgive me means to take the act of loving away from me. That’s the same as not being alive. It’s the same as not being able to drink water or breathe."

It's interesting the way she compares basic needs to "the act of loving". Not the concept of "love" itself, but the act of showing someone love. If she is not allowed to show someone love, to her it's like suffocating, like dying of thirst, or maybe...dying of starvation?

Mahiru in her second MV may be dirty and barefoot with torn clothes, but the one thing she is not is starving. You could argue that "perhaps it doesn't show," but when compared to her boyfriend...

She's incredibly healthy.

And of course she's healthy! Her lovely boyfriend's been feeding her those bites of cake! So is the cake "love" then? But if the cake is love, why is her boyfriend, the one whose being "smothered," the one starving?

Feeding the cake doesn't represent "love." Feeding the cake also doesn't represent "the act of loving." Feeding the cake represents the boyfriend letting Mahiru "love" him. Does that make sense?

The boyfriend lets himself be vulnerable, he feeds pieces of himself to Mahiru for her to "love." But yet, he himself is starving.

...Have you even noticed Mahiru hates talking about herself?

It's evident from her first interrogation. Es can barely get two words in before Mahiru interrupts them to ask them questions about themselves or to offer her own advice to problems she thinks Es may be having.

Es: Oh… yeah. Uh… I apologise for that.

Mahiru: Did you zone out just then? This job must be pretty difficult, so you might be mentally burned out from work. Herbal tea’s good for that, you know? Oh! Like ginkgo tea—they say it helps improve brain function.

Es: Oh, is that so? I’ll try a bit then… I mean, no! Enough about me.

Compared to one of the few times Es gets a question in:

Es: I don’t completely understand what you’re saying, but… Being in love and loving someone—are they really that important?

Mahiru: They are.

Es: Hm.

Mahiru: They are… More so than anything else.

When reflected back to her, her answered become short and vague. Her voice grows soft and shy. She avoids questions, especially questions about difficult topics, not because she doesn't understand the gravity of them (like Haruka) but because she does. Like I said at the top, she's incredibly emotionally intelligent. She was beaten nearly to death because Kotoko decided to be Es's "fang", and yet she still empathizes with them. She still makes a strong attempt to see their point of view, and even to encourage Es to keep working hard. Compared to the other attacked prisoner we've seen, Fuuta, who blames and grovels for forgiveness, these responses are like night and day.

But what do we know about Mahiru, really?

She's 22

She's a university student

She likes romantic novels, comic, and dramas

She loves love. [But she's not obsessed with being loved. Haruka is obsessed with being loved, Haruka wants to be loved and taken care of, Haruka killed out of jealousy and for attention because he didn't feel loved enough. We never get that from Mahiru.]

Everything else we know about Mahiru? Is for other people.

Her favorite hobbies? Whatever her partner is doing.

Her fashion sense? Whatever will catch her partner's eye.

Her favorite food? Well, as long her partner cooks it, anything's her favorite!

The only time we ever get a sense of her and her boyfriend possibly disagreeing on something is Day 14 in MV1. Mahiru wants to see a French film and begs her boyfriend to take her. This is odd, because just a few scenes ago, she was bragging about how their tastes in films perfectly line up. If their tastes are the same, why would she have to beg him to take her to see this one?

Mahiru, like Yuno, is hiding behind a facade. But unlike Yuno, Mahiru doesn't have a strong core underneath her mirroring. Yuno can drop her "nice girl" act and she still has strong opinions and feelings and acts accordingly. Mahiru, when you try to go behind her mask, clams up, redirects, searches for a way out.

So. Back to cake.

The boyfriend feeds pieces of himself to Mahiru. He makes himself vulnerable, he lets her in, lets her care for him, lets her "love" him.

But Mahiru? She never feeds him until the very end, and even then, her "cake" isn't anything edible.

She's not stupid. She knows she can't give him what he really wants: any sort of vulnerability.

Their relationship is one-sided, but not because Mahiru is toxic or the boyfriend is apathetic. Their relationship is one sided because that's how Mahiru wants it to be. She wants to be the perfect girlfriend, because, if we're being honest, Mahiru doesn't like herself very much.

Why else would she hate talking about herself? She clearly loves to chat.

She puts her all into everything...as long as it's for someone besides her.

She will outright ignore her own pain and suffering, her own emotions, because she doesn't want to make anyone else upset.

Mahiru: Sorry… for making you worry. I’m fine! It doesn’t hurt at all.

Es: It’s a horrible injury. There’s no way it doesn’t hurt.

Mahiru: It doesn’t!

So why did her boyfriend die?

Mahiru's very good at hiding her emotions. If she slipped up and her boyfriend realized and noticed how she refused to love herself, it could cause friction in their otherwise perfect relationship.

Maybe Mahiru was the one who wanted to die in the woods, and her boyfriend, starved for any sort of real connection to her, found her at the last moment? Maybe her mental health dragged his down with her.

Mahiru's incredibly complex and tragic and endlessly relatable. She only loves too much because she can't love herself. If she's truly unforgivable, and she keeps her promise to stay alone...what's stopping her from killing the only thing she hates most?

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

I’ve taken a night to get my emotions and my brain in order so now let’s talk: Percy Jackson and The Olympians Season One Finale. And oh my goodness you guys, I loved it so much. I cried, I screamed, and I drank blue cocktails. (we tried to make blue cookies as well but they just came out beige with the tiniest hint of kinda green, but they still tasted good)

BOOK AND SHOW SPOILERS AHEAD!

I have been a fan of Charlie Bushnell's Luke all season but I was really waiting for this episode to truly see his interpretation of the character and OH MY GOD HE DID NOT DISAPPOINT. I cried. He can freaking ACT and he was absolutely incredible (tbc I'm not saying no-one else has been acting to the same incredible standards because they absolutely have but I'm particularly praising him because this is really the first opportunity he's had to truly show us what he can do). The fact that the show managed to surprise me (as someone who was first read the books when I was six and has loved and reread them over and over again since) with the interpretation of Luke it presented completely blew me away, and I LOVE this interpretation of him so let's talk about it. I firmly believe that Percy and Luke are literary foils and each represent everything the other had the potential to become, so to see the set up of a potentially far more emotional arc for Luke was really beautiful to me and I think it was really well done; the fight scene in the forest so perfectly exemplified everything between them that is so similar and so distinctly different. The pain we saw in Luke in this scene was so genuinely moving and it I think it sets up a really interesting implication for his arc towards being willing to kill other demigods as either being slower or as being partly influenced by the pain he feels from losing Annabeth - when he looked at her I could hear I'm on her side, always. She's my little sister. and it was heart-breaking. At first I wasn't sure about the absence of the pit scorpion but I think it makes a lot of sense for this adaptation since if he was emotional and didn't want to kill Percy but had taken the scorpion out there with him it just wouldn't add up - however, I do think that Percy should have been injured in the fight. It didn't have to be anything that stopped the series from being PG because that would be unnecessary and as teens and adults who enjoyed the books a long time ago we know that this show isn't made for our age group so we shouldn't be expecting any gore or anything, but I do think that the show hasn't consistently represented the stakes as being as high as they were in the books. That being said, I adored this scene and the fight, I think it was absolutely the correct choice for this interpretation of Luke and maybe this is an unpopular opinion I don't know, but I am really glad that Annabeth was there because I think it's so important for her to be able to see this first hand instead of having the news passed on to her and it potentially gives us a really interesting set up to explore her emotional response to his betrayal in a slightly different way. It's also incredible to me to note that Luke's demeanour changed when Annabeth revealed herself; he is a different person in her absence because of the façade he puts up for her and this for me was really reflective of the way when Annabeth describes them first travelling to camp she idolises the way he fought off so many monsters to protect them but Thalia describes it as him picking unnecessary fights and endangering them.

This is maybe an inconsequential detail, but for me it was massive: the change in lighting at the betrayal reveal emphasised Luke's scar far more noticeably than before and in this moment, reminding book readers of the pain he went through and of Hermes' failures, Percy is literally seeing Luke in a new light. Incredible. Now maybe I'm just misremembering but I was convinced that it was in the first book that Luke told Percy how he got his scar, but I remember it being quite a brief retelling and Luke skating over the details quite quickly. I think that's because we only get it from Percy's perspective in the books and Luke is unable to fully articulate his experiences because of the pain it causes him, so I'm wondering whether not telling us about his quest thus far is because not having a limited POV is going to give us the opportunity to truly understand Luke's pain, and maybe even show us flashbacks, later on, which I think has brilliant potential and could be utterly heart-breaking and amazing if it's done well. I'm really glad that there's already been reference to May Castellan (the way I want to cry just thinking about herrrrrrr. I am not emotionally prepared to see May Castellan on screen anyway, but the prospect of seeing her during a far more emotional character arc for Luke is terrifying and so exciting and I can't wait it's gonna destroy me) and I although at first it struck me as strange that they'd included Hermes in season 1, I think I now understand that it was quite important for us to have a better understanding of Hermes attitude towards Luke and the fact that Annabeth had met him before very obviously explaining that there's more to understand about their relationship, but ALSO because it added so so much to the Percy/Luke parallels by showing us Hermes' failures and Poseidon's successes. I think that the presentation of Poseidon was so brilliantly done, I cannot explain to you the scream that I screamed when the camera panned round to reveal that Poseidon was standing in between Zeus and Percy; they so perfectly showed the awkwardness and discomfort of their relationship in synchronicity with Poseidon genuinely wanting to care for and protect Percy, and I think that it did such a good job of highlighting the difference between Hermes and Poseidon and the subsequent impact on Luke and Percy respectively. The first I heard that my sister had started watching the episode (tbc she knew I'd already finished it) was an all caps text message saying" HE SURRENDERED". Because that means SO MUCH to us as the viewer! It was massive!!!!!!!! It was incredible!!!! It also made so much sense as to why they had let the solstice pass, because we needed to see this and so much more importantly PERCY needed to see this. I hope I'm getting my point across this feels kind of like rambling nonsense, but when we have this more sympathetic image of Luke it is therefore so important to understand why we so confidently believe he's in the wrong and for me that came most prominently from the way Poseidon did enough for Percy to show him that he cared the only way he knew how to, and in Luke using Percy's own fatal flaw against him in their final sword fight. Percy's fatal flaw is his loyalty and in that fight the moment he thought he'd hurt Luke he stopped and apologised, only for Luke to exploit his feelings of friendship and use them against him to keep fighting. Again, I think this could have been more effective if Percy was actually injured but I understand why they didn't and I wouldn't have suggested they cut anything else to have enough time to include that.

And whilst we're on parallels as well, I don't think there are any words to explain what I felt when we heard "You didn't ask to be a half-blood". Like... yeah, literally nothing, I can't explain it, it was incredible.

I was going to talk about Annabeth being allowed to be a kid but I actually saw a post about that yesterday by @mydairpercabeth so I'll link it here.

Okay if you bothered to read this far thank you very much, let me know what you thought of the show and the finale too!! And also I've been avoiding talking about this too much up until now, I made a post when the first two episodes came out but I've been quiet since because I wanted to watch the whole season first, so if anyone wants more of this/wants thoughts on any of the other episodes let me know! Thanks for reading I hope it made some semblance of sense :)

[afanofmanyth1ngs]

Yellowjackets/IWTV Fanfic

So, about a week ago I put out a poll about doing a weird IWTV fanfic that's basically set in the Yellowjackets verse... And now I'm doing it... YAY!! but I do just want to come on here to basically throw around some things I'm going to do :P So this is going to be where I update people and just basically talk about how I'm going to do this, what my schedule is going to look like, things I need opinions on. This is more so a motivation thing so IF YOU ARE INTERESTED, please please please comment and follow along. I lose motivation quickly, but this is something I'm pretty dedicated to. but either way THIS IS HAPPENING.

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First things first. YES I have started working on it. Im not even close to finished with the first chapter because each chapter is going to be LONG. This is not going to be everything that happens in Yellowjackets happens in here, and not even close. Even as I started it... I will sometimes use direct quotes, but thats only if im stuck and cant figure out what im doing.

NEXT as I said this is not going to be yellowjackets word for word, but I will be using each episode as a starting point. scenes might mirror each other, and I will cut between scenes as they do in the show.

Some things that are automatically going to be different from Yellowjackets:

They will not be on a Sports team of any sorts. The one thing each character has in common, is that they all are passionate about one or more forms of art (ex: Louis: Photography - Lestat: Acting - Madeleine - Sewing and dress making and altering (not the right words sorry lol)) SO im having them go to an art school :P little bit of a long shot but not only is it just convinent for me because of all the art forms they like, but also I think it would be kind of cool for just normal (LMAO) IWTV kids who have never touched a sport in their lives to now have to like hunt and stuff... kind of Lord of the Flies with half of the kids being CHOIR KIDS core.

Theyre all gonna be in High school. i was like well im not aging them up cause what fun would that be, so lets just age them down and keep a whole bunch of that trauma and see what happens... and im not super far into the writing process but its working rn!!

Theyre crashing in the Alps. I have zero knowlege of the Alps whatso ever BUT i know i went over them when i flew to Italy so Im having them go to the Uffizi Galleries!!! and then BAM Alps. so get ready for some major inaccuratcies about that cause im gonna make them how they are in Yellowjackets... just in like Italy. Maybe I'll reasearch a bit more... dw about it its ok :D

As I said before each chapter is going to be LONG. so rn I have around 4ish scenes (ones not finished yet) and by the time I'm finished with those and edit it's going to be close to around 4,000 words I'm estimating... that's 4,000 words for not even a quarter of THE KIDS STORY LINE. on that topic, because each chapter is going to be so incredibly long, I've decided to split each chapter in about half. I was originally planning to do one chapter = one episode of yellowjackets but again it's going to be WAY too long, so kids' storyline, adult story line. I like that a lot too because a big pet peeve of mine is in stories where it keeps switching through times and then i get so lost and have to reread like 10 times to understand... LIKE PLEASE JUST SPLIT IT INTO A FEW CHAPTERS SO IM NOT CONFUSED

Last thing! Most of each character's backstory IS WORKED IN... so for example (A HUGE example) is for at least the first few chapters Armand will be called and referred to as Amadeo. Marius is his adoptive father who rescued him from some sex trafficking scandal or something and renamed him, before he eventually changes his name to Armand while out in the mountains. So, like obviously he's not going to get the name Armand from Santino, but you know... working in what I can :P

OK ACTUALLY LAST LAST THING: I don't know when this will come out... I have a deadline for myself and I'm certain I will get to it, HOWEVER I do not have access to the other Yellowjackets episodes, which is pretty crucial if I want to get into a schedule of posting each week regularly. As of right now I am hoping to get the first chapter out on October 3rd... Yellowjackets will be accessible to me AND then I'll be able to post a chapter on Halloween... YAY!! if that does not work out because the following chapters are taking too long and I release before I can make sure the Schedule is set, it will most likely be one of the Thursdays in October because I REALLY want to get one out on Halloween!!

OK!! hope you guys liked my little rant!! I'll keep everyone who's interested updated on here so if you want to be in the loop follow me (or don't! if you don't you can just check my page!) and again comments motivate me, so if you have any questions or just think it's a cool idea let me know!

[dianasaurusrex102]

Maybe it gets better? (I could wait, it'd be my pleasure) -Remastered ver-

Authors Note: First post :0 I recently reread one of my fanfics and was extremely embarrassed to see all the spelling and pacing mistakes I made TwT so I decided to rewrite some parts and regain my honor as a writer. Fun fact I’m Asexual and am uncomfortable with writing too explicit scenes lol and yet the few fanfic I’ve written are all NSFW :< I took the the liberty of ignoring the layout of the canon sister location in order to make it more human friendly, and characters can’t be ooc if they’re barely given a personality lolol Also from all the fnaf lore I’ve taken in Ballora, and both Funtimes aren’t possessed so they should be fine to romance :)

Content Warning(s): Female Reader & Anatomy, lots of pet names, Mild-Dubcon, Size Difference, Overstim, Aftercare

Ft: Ballora, Funtime Freddy, and Funtime Foxy

This wasn't supposed to happen. You weren't supposed to go near the building everyone warned you about. And you definitely weren't even supposed to think about entering it either.

At this point you've given up on trying to follow any rules you were told. The only thing on your mind was getting away from everything even if it was only for a night. But you walked into the unmarked building despite all your senses screaming to turn around , only wanting to get somewhere your body didn't feel so claustrophobic. 

Your home wasn't the same anymore, work didn't provide any solace either so your last resort was to hide from the world. You'd heard the rumors around this place, how some rich guy owned it and only specific people would ever come in and out. Everyone whispered about how it was a drug rink or maybe a sextraffiking headquarters, but all you could find was an empty, dusty lobby and boarded off stairs. 

You almost turned around at the sight of them, not wanting to explore this infamous building if it made your breaking and entering even more obvious. But a singular door at the far end of the lobby caught your eye, upon further inspection the knob was noticeably cleaner than everything else in the room. 

You turned the doorknob, quietly hoping that it would work so you wouldn't have to return to your house late and without a story to tell. The door opened with a quiet sound and a rush of adrenaline cut through you, am I really doing this? There's no going back once you step through, so you step forward hyping yourself up as you close the door behind the sharp click of the lock much to your horror. 

You whipped around, gripping at the knob as you greatly regretted your decision of walking in without a second thought. You violently twisted it damming whoever decided to install a automatic lock, instead of your initial "quick peek around" idea you now had a new objective.

Find another way out, or the alternative of finding something to pick the lock with. You dejectedly turned back around staring at the narrow staircase, you clicked on your phone flashlight huffing slightly as you accepted your fate. 

The walk down wasn't tremendously difficult, but you couldn't help being discouraged that at the end of the sketchy climb, the huge basement you imagined wasn't there. Instead an elevator was neatly stationed just in front of the last step, an extremely odd placement in your opinion but you didn't show up to judge. 

You pressed the only button you could see on the outside, a down arrow popped up at the top screen and in a split second the door slid open. With an unsure expression you shuffled into the oddly shaped elevator, every design choice of this place seemed intentionally weird even the semi circle elevator you begrudgingly entered. 

The doors shut and you're moving in an instant despite not touching a single button, in a slight panic you grip onto the small screen at the sudden descent down. The screen is blank, and you stare at the large lifeless eyes placed on top of the device as if you're waiting for them to blink back, they don't of course but you can't stop yourself from doing so until the doors reopen with a soft ding . 

You aren't sure why there's a need for this secret area to be so far down, the only thing you're sure of is the feeling of dread at the odd room you've stumbled across. The room was barely lit, T.V's filled with static lines up above the desks being the only thing illuminating the room. Mannequin heads lined on the desks bored into you as you took a step back and forced yourself into the wall behind you, begging for the doors to close and take you back up.

The elevator doors stubbornly despite the extended minute you stayed hyperventilating and questioning if you really needed this adventure to clear your mind. But everything stayed as still as you and the annoying static from the T.V was starting to piss you off rather than scare you.

" They're just mannequins, they aren't even moving! Get a hold of yourself!" That stern self-talk was all you needed to to stiffly walk making sure to keep a steady eye on the unnerving mannequins sitting in the left corner. The elevator finally closes behind you but you stand strong and take a deep breath to try to convince yourself all your decisions thus far were correct.

You head towards the desks trying to shake any unnerving feelings, you wanted to do this! You needed this adrenaline rush, and while this wasn't the most convenient way to receive one it was the one you chose. Your hands shook slightly as you took in the scenery around you, a large desk with junk haphazardly thrown on top and a cheap looking clock hung right above those ugly mannequins. 

Tentatively, you slid your fingers across one of their faces trying to make sure they weren't going to react. Its eyes rolled slightly when your fingertips slid on top, but other than that no unwarranted movements were made by them so you finally let your shoulders relax a tad. Paper was scattered atop desks for no rhyme or reason, and a seemingly useless statue on the opposite side of the desk.

"Whoever decorated this place needs to get fired, and who doesn't put a clock in the middle of the wal-" your critiques came to a sudden stop as you caught some movements behind the curtain on your left. You whipped your head at the sight, was there someone down here? Your hope spiked slightly but the movement was gone as soon as you tried to check. 

You hadn't even noticed the small sliver of what you could only assume was a window when you first walked in, your fingers itched to open the curtains and check. The other curtains seemed to be drawn shut, maybe it was a sign that this room was the right one after all. Or maybe there was a murderer on the other side, but at this point you were sure your initial heart attack when you saw the mannequins was the worst thing you could encounter down here.

You confidently walked over to the double doors, stilling just as your hand gripped the knob. You brewed in your own self doubt for a second, trying hard to keep up your sudden flash of self-assuredness. You suddenly pulled as hard as you could, trying to both surprise your brain and give your body no chance to back out.

If you could explain your situation to the person no doubt they'd understand and hopefully lead you out! You speed walked inside letting the door slam behind you, this is what people do right? Walk in like you own the place? You took in your surroundings again, soft dim lighting illuminated the grand foyer looking area and you took a second to realize how much bigger the room was.

" Is someone there? " A voice called out, you froze on the spot. Why were you so surprised? You were anticipating the presence of a person but the voice that rang out sounded too robotic and it dragged a shiver out of you. 

Your muscles seemed to lock up, it must have come from the intercoms! You force your head to turn towards the corner, quietly praying that all you found was a speaker. Instead a monstrously tall woman stood still, as if in the middle of a spin, moving to face your direction.

Wait, not a woman? Her skin was too glossy and stark white to pass as anything human but her build resembled one. She seemed like a ballerina, no she had to be a ballerina. She balanced perfectly on her pointed feet and she had her hands above her head in a perfect position. 

" Hello? Are you still here? " Her voice was so calming you would have never guessed it came from such a horrifying source. You watched in silent shock as her brows furrowed slightly in an uncanny show of emotion. Her face was segmented, closed eyes and purple eyelids were decorated with long eyelashes, and elegant cheeks accentuated with round purple blush. 

Her face segments shifted slightly and you couldn't stop the sharp gasp you let out. You started to breathe harder when she finally made eye contact (could it even be considered eye contact if her eyes were closed?) She gracefully lowered herself off her toes and her arms down, that was all you needed to snap out of your daze. 

You took a step back trying to be as stealthy as possible, only to be stopped before you could even move your foot more than an inch. Wait but there wasn't anything on the floor when you came in? A tiny robot stood right behind your feet, its small cream face giving a terrifying smile. 

This time you couldn't repress the sudden shriek escaped, you scrambled forward trying to get away from the doll. The only thing you ended up doing was tripping over another one of those darn dolls. Why were there so more??? You landed hard on your elbows, staring in disbelief at seemingly duplicating dolls.

More seemed to walk along, as if they sensed your sudden fright and decided to join in. You tried to shift away, managing to get into a sitting position only to stop again. You'd taken your eyes off that damn ballerina for one second now her boxed purple flats were maybe a foot away. The dolls seemed to still, looking up at the ballerina before hopping away to stand behind her legs, peering at you like a curious child would.

" There was no maintenance scheduled today, it’s after hours, are you supposed to be in here? " You shakily looked up, the angle making your height difference even worse than you thought. She easily towered over you and she spoke without ever opening her eyes. You began to wonder if she could.

" Please answer my question or I will be forced to detain you " Her threat hung around the room and you opened your mouth to say something. At first a squeak was all you mustered up as you tried to force something out of your closed up throat.

"I-Im here for uh-emergency maintenance, I lost my key, ma'am" your words were so shaky that even you doubted that your pieced together lie would be believable, the ballerina seemed to cock her head at your voice.

" Don't lie to me " she snapped, obvious frustration showing in her face. You flinched at the harsh tone and tears started to flood your vision, your anxiety only worsened when she bent over slightly with a mechanical whir. You could see the mechanical workings peek out from under her torso casing, but your eyes quickly snapped up to her face as she seemingly studied you.

"I'm s-sorry... I-I just got down here and I got locked i-in" you couldn't stop the sharp inhales you took mid sentence in order to stop yourself from turning into a bawling mess. You tried not to ask yourself why the robot's stern tone shook you more than her initial presence but your mind was rendered a jumbled mess regardless of the source.

She seemed to move closer to inspect you and enlightened you that she possibly had some sense of sight. You blinked hard in an effort to dispel the tears from your eyes, the soft ballet music in the background ringing loudly in your ears.

" ...Why did you come down here " she asked, voice softening up at the sound of your desperate attempts to calm yourself down. The sudden compassion in her voice threw you off, if she actually had raw feelings or if this was just a trap to get your guard down, you didn't know. You took a deep breath and straightened your back slightly,  trying to regain any dignity you could manage.

"I.. was just trying to find a place to stay the night, I didn't mean to uh- bother you ma'am" you forced the best "I'm not a threat" voice you could, finally managing to not let all your words audibly shake. You slowly lifted your arm to wipe at your eyes, finally feeling like she wouldn't attack you at any second. 

The ballerina seemed to mull over your response, as if she was trying to decide if your answer was good enough. She unexpectedly reached her hand towards you, you had to stop yourself from flinching back at the gesture. 

" I apologize for scaring you, I was a bit thrown off because there hasn't been a human girl down here since… " her voice trailed off at the end, and you couldn't help but be terrified of what could have happened to the last girl who came down here. You physically shook your head, trying to get the unnerving thoughts out of it.

You gingerly placed your hand on top of hers, the intrusive thought of her immediately crushing your hand staying in the back of your brain despite your best efforts. Her palm was chilled and smooth, you could feel the small ridges in her knuckles and at the bases of her fingers. 

" I must confess that I'm not equipped to help you exit, so we require help" she pauses, moving her head down in a pseudo looking down pose. " And if the minireenas give you any trouble please just nudge them away"

Minireenas? You turn your gaze to your feet, feeling a soft poke against your calf. You tried to ignore the flash of anxiety the sight of the dol- minireenas curiously examining your pants brought you. A slow swooping movement of your foot dispelled them, you finally had it in you to smile at the way they hurriedly waddled away, cloth skirts flopping with them.

The ballerina gently wrapped her previously relaxed fingers around your hand, snapping your thoughts back to her. With a slow pull she easily guided you onto uneasy feet, and with that you finally could breathe. You weren't sure if your uneasy alliance with her would end with you alive but you had to try something.

" May I ask what your name is? " You glanced up before realizing how close you were, with your height difference you fit just under her chest. You blushed and stumbled back, retracting your hand from her gentle hold in the process.

"My name is y/n, w-whats yours?" 

" My name is Ballora, it's very nice to meet you y/n " The name Ballora was a bit cheesy in your opinion but somehow it fit her. You could see her hesitate for a second before gently placing her hand on the small of your back, trying to test the waters but also needing to lead you around.

"We'll need to enter the Funtime Auditorium to see if one of my friends can help with your situation, feel free to ask questions as you feel fit" Her precise way of speaking soothed you slightly, knowing where you'd go and a clear invite for a conversation made you feel oddly comfortable. The only worry still rattling in your brain was that by "friend" she could either mean another animatronic or a real person, which one? You still weren't sure.

"Oh um… is it okay if I ask why you're down here?" You asked as you finally found your voice. Ballora used the hand on your back to smoothly turn you towards the door. 

" Any question is fine, dear. I'm a performing animatronic, we're shipped out for different events and until we're needed, we're kept here " You walked slowly towards the doors, you had to imagine that since she was so large she must have weighed at least several thousand pounds. 

"Do you ever get lonely?" You blurted out next, your mind couldn't imagine how isolated she must have been if she only surfaces to entertain. 

" I try not to dwell on loneliness, the others also keep me company so in a sense no" she grasped the handle of one of the doors opening it, she let you step ahead and both of you were back in the office. You silently watched as she ducked under the door, only to easily regaining her perfect posture as she headed toward the door opposite to hers.

" I feel I must warn you that there is a very…" Ballora paused clearly trying to find the right words " energetic animatronic that might be present here, please stay by my side so he doesn't accidentally harm you. "

A chill ran down your spine, so there really were animatronics that could kill you down here, what a world. You didn't ignore the fact that she inadvertently implied that she could have potentially hurt you before.

"Oh uh, okay? I do have one more question before we go in" The shake in your voice was back, terrified of what you had to face on the other side but you wanted to at least get your most burning question in.

" Of course dear, what would you like to ask? " Both of you stood in tense silence for a second in front of the other door before you could muster up the strength to speak.

"Can you… see? Like at all?" She cocked her head to a side looking (?) down at you, to your surprise her lips quirked into a smile and a soft giggle erupted from her.

" Oh my you're really inquisitive aren't you? " Ballora teased, " Well I have no sense of sight but my other sensors are heightened so I can pinpoint exact locations with sound "

"Woah, that's actually really cool!" You responded in genuine awe, your cheeks only slightly flushed at her teasing. Maybe she wasn't as terrifying as you originally thought. 

" I'm glad you think so dear, now let's get you out of here okay? Please stay close " she paused to make sure you were ready, you nodded before remembering the information you just learned and instead made a noise in confirmation.

She opened the door, walking in first in an effort to evaluate the situation. You walked close behind planting your hands on either sides of her torso, hoping she wouldn't mind. You sucked in a sharp breath around taking in the new environment.

There were smooth tile floors with speckles of what you had to guess was confetti embedded in it, white walls, cheap folding tables and folding chairs. Two stages not too far apart from each other were to your left, one with a microphone and the other with a medal stool. 

Your eyes trailed along the thin streamers hung on the top of the wall, they led back to a huge banner saying "WELCOME BACK STAFF". Ballora stopped once she navigated towards the right side of the room,

" Hello gentleman " she said smoothly, you peeked your head out from behind Ballora trying to search for whoever she was talking to. Your eyes widened at the sight of them, they were a fox and a bear. Or maybe a wolf and bear? You weren't sure.

One had a rounder build, not a sharp edge to be found on his plump body. A small top hat sat between his extended ears, a bow tie accenting his chest with a speaker underneath. His mostly white skin (fur?) matched Ballora's but instead of her soft purple accents he was dotted in pink. A blue bunny puppet rested on his arm and both of their eyes were stuck on you, you tried to ignore the way the bear’s jaw dropped at the sight of you or how his face plates shifted in a similar anxious tick as Ballora's.

The animatronic across from him was considerably more feminine, but Ballora had referred to them as gentlemen hadn't she? His face was more defined than the bears, long snout with black freckles. Their chests were about the same, even down to the pink colored belly. The only difference you could tell was their contrast in figure and the fox’s long pink nails.

An extended moment of awkwardness sat heavy in the room, and the fact that they were clearly just in the middle of a conversation made the feeling worse. They glanced at each other before looking back in your direction,

" Well hello Ballora, I didn't know you carried around freeloaders" The fox spoke in a scratchy voice, almost like every word was recorded on an old radio and played back. You stubbornly ignored the warm feeling his voice brought as you tried to avoid eye contact.

" This is a special situation Foxy, I was actually wondering if you coul- " she was cut off by the bear standing up so fast the stool he was sitting on violently fell to the ground. 

" HEL-LO BIRTHDAY GIRL!! WE HAVEN'T GOTTEN AN IN HOUSE B-BIRTHDAY I-IN SO L-L-LONG!! " His jittery excitement unsettled you and any comfortable feeling you had was replaced with fear. Unexpectedly,  he ran full speed towards you, he was so quick you couldn't even think of doing anything. Your muscles tensed as he rapidly approached. 

" Freddy, no " Ballora said sternly as she quickly moved in front of you before he got too close, the movement made you aware how tightly you were gripping onto her in your silent terror. You self-consciously loosened your grasp, hoping she didn't notice how scared you were.

" Freddy! Don't scare her! She's our new friend, we can throw her a party later!" A small voice seemed to try to calm Freddy down, you hadn't seen another animatronic when you'd walked in but then again you hadn't noticed the minireenas so maybe you had just missed one.

" B-But Bon-Bon! We have to cele-brate! She's so sm-all!! We haven't had a friend this sm-all in ages! " You could see his head crane to try to catch a peak of you, but Ballora stood firm.

" Your little rabbit is right Freddy, you really musn't scare the new dame so soon old friend " The sound of the fox speed walking up filled was apparent as he spoke, he seemed to join in on the effort to calm Freddy down.

" But-But! " His voice faltered as he tried to come up with a reason for his outburst. " O-Oh! Fine!" Freddy huffed and you could hear him stomp back to the table.

" It's okay Freddy, she can play with us later, you just have to be patient! We can even have a little special time if you're extra good " You dared to glance out from behind Ballora to search for the tiny voice, your eyes finding prize in the small bunny gently petting at Freddy's face. He seemed to notice you staring at his efforts to calm his friend down and offered a small smile and wave before he returned to his task.

" Y/n? " Ballora asked, turning around and effectively getting you to drop your grasp on her in the process. You hugged yourself to give your hands something to do before you looked up at her.

"Um, yeah?"

" Are you okay? Please let me know if you ever want to go to a more secluded area, I don't wish to overwhelm you" She doted on you, using both of her giant hands to gently cup the sides of your face. Her hands were now surprisingly warm and it only served to make your cheeks unbearably hot as you felt yourself flush.

"Oh! I'm uh- fine! Yeah it wasn't that bad" your voice cracked mid sentence when Ballora's thumbs gently swiped across your cheeks in an agonizingly soft way. Your stomach knotted up as she smiled down at you.

" I'm glad but please don't overheat on me dear " her joking words only served to worsen your blush, but she thankfully let go of your face and turned back to the fox.

" Okay with that resolved, Foxy I do need your help to find a possible exit for Y/N to leave from " You were back to business as soon as the moment passed and you took a step forward to stand beside Ballora.

" Ah, I was afraid you'd ask that, " Foxy answered, a static crackling in his voice. " You see you've just missed your window to leave! Its 12:23 and the elevator and service doors are locked until 6 "

You had to swallow your disappointment, so you were really stuck down here? His words rattled in your head as mild panic flooded your senses, you could barely react as Ballora wrapped her arm around your shoulders.

" Well it's only 6 hours, we just need to find a nice place for us to hide you " Ballora hummed, " how about we start with quick introductions so we can get going? " You pressed into her side in an effort to ground yourself, 6 hours with them couldn’t be all that bad right?

Ballora maneuvered you over to the table Freddy and Foxy were previously sitting at, despite it being the last place you wanted to be you sat down in the middle of her and Foxy. Freddy sat in front of you, artificial eyes shining with uncanny excitement.

" Of course the star of the show must speak first! " You gave up the stare down you were having with Freddy to politely give your attention to Foxy, " my name is Funtime Foxy and I keep this place well entertained! Though I must say once we get you out of here you must return to witness one of my shows doll "

The blush that stained your cheeks was inevitable, whether he was flirting with you or he was just normally this charismatic you didn't know. He bowed before reaching his hand towards you to shake, you shook his hand loosely. Your mind was too preoccupied freaking out over how his hands were somehow bigger than Ballora's, his palm had to be at least the size of your head.

" A-And I'm Funtime Freddy! Me and Bon-Bon also ha-ve a show here! " He stuck out his hand towards you as he bounced in his seat, you hesitate to give up Foxy's steady hold but you relented and carefully gave your hand to him. He immediately gripped your hand hard and shook it firmly, ignoring the wince you gave.

" Freddy! Be gentle! She's a girl remember!" Bon-Bon scolded moving himself down to to use his small paws to manually pry his hand off yours. Freddy pouted but thankfully loosened his grasp on you, Bon-Bon nodded to himself clearly proud of what he accomplished.

" I'm Bon-Bon by the way, I hope you stick around" he offered his small paw towards you, you used your pointer finger and thumb to gently shake his paw. You were pleasantly surprised that unlike the other animatronics he was wrapped in a soft mink fabric.

" So Y/N how'd you get down here? Can't imagine you go down random elevators everyday for fun " Funtime Foxy joked as you let go of Bon-Bon's paw, and straightened in your seat as you tried to regain any valid thoughts.

"I just…" as soon as the words came out of your mouth you deflated, almost as if your social battery died in an instant. The adrenaline pumping through your veins finally slowed down and you fought the feeling of sleepiness. You yawned instead of trying to force out anything else.

" Oh my! I think she might be getting sleepy " Ballora cooed, her demeanor changing as she reached over to pet your thigh, " All this stress must have tired you out huh? " The sudden affection in her voice threw you for a loop, and you stiffened in shock. 

"N-No! I'm fine I just-" you didn't have time to finish speaking before she unexpectedly picked you up, one arm placed under your knees the other snug on your back. You squeaked and quickly looped your arms around her neck in an effort to not be dropped, you glanced over at Foxy who just grinned at you.

" Well lucky for you doll I know where the staff hides their blankets! Please follow me ladies, and Freddy stand watch, make sure Baby doesn't come around " Foxy quickly stood up, waving for you and Ballora to follow before Freddy could protest. In a blur of movement you were rushed through the kitchen door in the back of the room,

" Sorry about that dear, we just needed to give Freddy some time to calm down, " Ballora explained when you were safely inside. You stayed silent for a second, confusion filling your senses as you tried to decide if even the sudden affection shown towards you was also used to throw off Freddy.

"Who's… Baby?" You asked after you decided to push that thought to the back of your mind.

" She's… another animatronic here " she seemed to bristle at the sudden question as she seemingly forced that response, as soon as the words filled the air you felt horrible for even asking.

" And she's turned very bitter, it's better if you don't encounter her Y/N " Foxy added in order to quickly end the discussion before turning around and heading towards a door in the back, leaving the room in uncomfortable silence.

"I'm sorry I didn't…" 

" It's fine hun, just… stay with us and you'll be safe " You could tell she forced the smile on her face and the light tone she used. You reached a hand up to grasp the side of her face, trying to mimic the way she comforted you before. 

Your fingers barely reached the top of her cheek at the angle you were being held, but you did your best to slowly swipe your thumb across the soft purple blush on her cheek. She seemed to appreciate the effort and snuggled into your grasp for a second before turning her head and gently kissing the palm of your hand. A soft blush reappeared on your face, knowing no one would be able to see, you brought your hand down and shamelessly pressed your palm against your cheek as if you could transfer the kiss to it.

" Okay ladies quiet down, I've graciously grabbed you all the blankets that were stashed and even blessed you with a complimentary stuffed animal " Foxy showed off his finds with a raised hand and a bow, then gracefully standing straight and placing everything on your stomach. You laughed slightly at the gesture and reached down to grab the plushy, of course he would pick a Funtime Foxy plush for you to sleep with.

"If it's complimentary then how are you blessing me with it" you teased as you examined the plush. 

" Anything I give you is a blessing doll and don't you forget it " He huffed back leaning down slightly to pinch your cheek while still mindful to not poke you in the eye with his nails, you quickly put down the plush and waved his hand away. The three of you laughed, before your eyes finally started to droop.

" Seems like Y/N needs to catch some shut eye! You want me to take her off your hands or are you gonna keep her with you? " 

" I think she'll be safe with me, if any problems arise do tell me " Ballora jostled you slightly as she readjusted her grip on you.

" Then I must bid you girls a do. Please make sure to come back before you leave! But I know you'd never miss a chance to say goodbye to your favorite performer " You were about to refute his last claim but were easily silenced by Foxy leaning down to press his snout against your forehead in a chaste peck. The action made you flush darker, instead of giving Foxy the pleasure of seeing your reaction you hid your face in Ballora's shoulder.

" Foxy stop being a tease, we're trying to get her sleepy not riled up " She reprimanded softly as she tried to ignore the swell of feelings your warm face pressed against her caused. Foxy only laughed in response, guiding the both of you to the door. 

The walk back to Ballora's Gallery was a blur, you used all the energy you had left to keep your eyes from fully shutting. You could barely make out the shrill voice of Freddy, all his words were unclear and melded into each other but eventually they stopped. Ballora said something to who you had to guess was Foxy but even with her being so close you couldn't make anything out. 

You pressed impossibly closer, finding comfort in the soft whirring you could hear as she continued walking. An hour ago the thought of a giant robot carrying you back and forth would have been a nightmare but now you were being hauled off back to sleep by one and you were perfectly content. You hadn't even noticed your eyes closed before a poke to your cheek jostled you.

" I haven't even put you down and you're already asleep? If you were so tired you could have told me " 

" 'm not tired" you slurred, bringing a hand up to try to rub the sleep out of your eyes. Ballora chuckled softly at your defiance,

" Okay I believe you " She joked. " But I'm about to put you down so please hold onto your things dear " The words took a second to register but as soon as they did you quickly used your free hand to press the blanket and plush securely against your body. She carefully placed you on your feet, staying close in case your exhaustion got the best of you.

"Where do you want me to set up my blankets?" You murmured as you forced your eyes to focus on your surroundings again. Ballora took a second to think, 

" How about the stage? " You hadn't realized she had one until she said something, but a quick squint of your eyes you saw the shadow of a stage tucked into the far corner. You steadied your legs and walked towards it, Ballora following just behind you.

Now that you had time, you could appreciate how mellow the room was with its dark tiles and dusty purple color coating the walls. You walked up to the stage, its twinkling lights blinking on as soon as you were close enough. Her stage was a bit larger than the Funtime's but in a way it was classier with its large arc in the back. 

"Your stage is… nice" You wanted to fill the quiet air with some small talk as you stood uselessly in front of the stage. You didn't want to invade her space, but she was inviting you on.

" Thank you, please get comfortable i'll stay in the room if you need me " You nodded and placed your things on top of the stage before pushing yourself up the unnecessarily tall base. Ballora waited patiently as you steadied yourself on your knees before huffing and sorting through your goods. 

You'd received one thick blanket and two thin ones, with shaky movements you managed to air out the thick blanket so you could fight off the uncomfortable hard floor. In the meantime, the Minireenas took turns stacking on each other to watch you fluff out the Funtime Foxy plush you were given to use as a pillow. 

With everything set up Ballora seemed satisfied and gave you some privacy, you watched quietly as she got onto the tips of her toes and twirled away. You were easily distracted by the realization that you would have to sleep in your normal clothes. It wasn't anything you'd willingly do but you were too tired to worry about it. You laid down on your makeshift mattress and draped the small blankets over you in an attempt to fight off the cold. 

Your tiredness was certainly still there but definitely not as strong as when Ballora was carrying you. The AC was loud and the sound was bothering you to the point of staving off sleep. You watched aimlessly as the minireenas crawled up the stage and approached you, their faces less terrifying and now you could confidently say they were growing on you.

One walked up to your face, tilting its head at your expression. You tested your luck and reached out to pet its face with your pointer finger. In response it used its nub hands to experimentally squish your finger, behind you you felt other minireenas examine your hair and sweater. Prodding hands curiously poked at your scalp and picked up strands of hair, others gently tugged the part of your sweater that wasn't under the blanket.

You giggled under their attention, and the minireena you were petting slowly walked up to your face. You dropped your arm as it poked at one of your cheeks, before carefully pressing onto your lips. You weren't sure why they were so curious about you, but they showed no ill intent so you let them examine what they could get to.

Unexpectedly, one minireena crawled under the blanket while you were distracted. It sneaked its small hand under your shirt,  the cold nub pressing against your warm skin made you squeak loudly.

"Hey! Don't do that-" you reached back to wave it off but the other ran away at the loud noise. You forgot how easily they were dispelled and they all ran off, jumping off the stage and flopping away. You pouted at the sudden loss of attention, letting out a long sigh as you snuggled into the plushie under your head.

" Are you alright Y/N? " Ballora called out, spinning her way back towards the stage.

"Yeah yeah I'm fine, just… can't sleep" It was only a half lie, you didn't want to tell her that you stupidly ran off the only source of comfort you had at that moment. 

" Well you sure had a tough time staying awake when I was carrying you honey " She teased as she stepped onto the stage, catching you off guard " Would you like me to keep you company? " 

You blushed bright red at the question, laying in stunned silence as she slowly walked up to you. You averted your eyes when you got a full view under her skirt, despite her just having another smooth plate where her crotch should be, you had the decency to not stare. 

"...Could you?" You asked quietly as you fought off the warmth blooming in your chest, the smile that Ballora gave you didn't help your case. She carefully knelt down before delicately sliding onto her side next to you, you had to imagine laying down wasn't something she did often.

She extended her arms towards you and you quickly shuffled into her hold. She easily wrapped both hands around you and pulled you close, nestling you against her neck so she could nose through your hair.

" It's been so long since I've been able to hold someone like this… " Ballora lamented, " But please tell me if you're uncomfortable or if I squeeze you too hard " you chuckled softly before wrapping your free arm around her torso. You would have used your other arm but for fear that she'd crush it under her weight you kept it squished between the two of you.

"Can you actually smell?" You asked after a beat of silence, curiosity getting the best of you.

" Yes, I'm not completely sure the reason why. My guess is that we need it in case somethings on fire " she absent-mindedly rubbed circles into your back, sectioned fingertips stopping when they reached exposed skin. A devious thought popped in your head, and to your half awake mind seemed it like a good thing to follow through on.

"How… well can you feel" You pressed your burning face against her neck as your rational mind caught up with you why were you flirting with the robot?

" I have a very heightened feeling of touch, I mostly experience my world through sound but it's nice to map it out in other ways too " She whispered that part to you like it was a secret just between the two of you, but by her tone it was obvious she either didn't catch onto your insinuation or chose to ignore it. 

" Of course she wouldn't react, she's a robot! Get your head out of the gutter " you chastised yourself as she gently massaged your lower back, slow movement lulling you to sleep. Your embarrassment dissipated as soon as it came and you closed your eyes, finally giving in to your tiredness.

The last thing you heard was Ballora softly humming a tune, sleep came easily when you were pressed into her warm form. You came down here to get away, and maybe you did. Being cuddled by a giant machine with unsettling sentience was worlds better than anything you experienced above ground. 

~~~~~~~~~

" Y/N " Ballora tried whispering, slightly shaking you. " Y/N you have to get up, this is important " Her words felt like they were under water, barely audible to your groggy mind. In response you groaned slightly trying to wrap yourself back up in blankets, you felt like you barely got any sleep.

" Y/N " She snapped sitting you up in a quick motion, blood rushed to your head and your eyes finally snapped open at her sharp words. You pushed away slightly with a whine, your mind not yet understanding the urgency in her voice.

" Y/N, honey, I'm sorry for waking you up but I need you to do something for me " She tried to keep the both of you calm, but the edge to her voice finally registered. 

" She's here, she cannot see you. She won't let you leave if she finds you, you have to understand that Y/N " A pit of dread was planted in your stomach and you only nodded your head, " There's a vent right next to the stage, pull the frame off and crawl through. I'll distract her but you need to move quickly, go find Foxy. " 

You swallowed sharply, your mind racing as you tried both processing the information you just received and getting up from your cozy cocoon . Is she talking about Baby? Why won't Baby let you leave if you're found? Ballora quickly stood up and took you with her. 

With a quick but stern push she got you closer to the vent and handed you your things, trying to get any evidence of you hidden. In the short time you've known her you'd never seen Ballora more anxious and it was throwing you for a loop. You quickly stepped off the stage and found the vent, your fingers gripping the channels before pulling.

It came off with minimal effort, you pushed your blankets in front of you before you glanced back at Ballora. She stayed "staring" in your direction, faceplates anxiously shifting as she waited for you to exit. You swallowed your anxiety and crawled into the vent, where did it even lead? 

A small sound clued you in that Ballora closed the vent hood behind you, while the vent wasn't an extremely close fit you still had no room to turn around and check. A small huff escaped your lips as you took a second to try to calm yourself down, soft music fading away as Ballora twirled away. 

You abruptly heard the doors to Ballora's Gallery slam open, heavy footsteps following and all you could do was freeze in fear. You didn't move in the case she has heightened hearing like Ballora, but you didn't think Ballora would send you to crawl in such a rickety vent if that was the case.

" Ballora " A voice called out, Baby's voice was much too soft for what you expected. Despite that it sent a chill down your spine.

" ...Baby, " Ballora answered in the same tone.

" Are you hiding someone from me, Ballora? " Her calm voice seemed more threatening than soothing, as if she was more calculated in her malice.

" Nobody's come in here since this evenings maintenance "

" Well, Freddy says otherwise "

" Freddy always mistakes mice and other things for humans, we've been made aware of this fact time and time again " Your hands were shaking but the fear of getting caught made you quietly move forward, stopping every time you moved to push your things along. 

" Then you wouldn't mind if I examined your room would you? " Baby asked, her voice now muffled as you finally reached the other side of the vent. Sweat ran down your back despite the cool metal pressing against your clothes, you hooked your fingers on the channels of the opening and prayed to God that it wouldn't make a noise when you pushed.

You gave it a soft push and it came off silently, you placed it leaning on the wall next to the opening. Your mind was racing, you'd made it this far by yourself now you just had to get to Foxy. The blankets and plushy fell to the ground with a small shove and you crawled out with them, being extremely mindful to not bump the vent cover.

You could finally sit upright and catch your breath, you had to guess you were back in the office now just under the desk. The closed doors of the elevator mocking you, as if asking why you couldn't have just gone somewhere with less high stakes and a lower chance of dying via robot. You physically shook your head to clear your thoughts again, you're not dead yet! Might as well make the most of it.

You quickly pressed the vent cover back on before deciding on where to head next. Another vent was on the opposite side, but the doors to the Funtime Auditorium seemed like a safer bet since you weren't sure where you'd end up if you took the vents. With a quick scoop, your things were in your hands and you were hyping yourself up to run to the door.

You inched forward before bolting towards the door, pulling the door open while still being mindful to not create too much noise. You slowed down to a jog as soon as you entered the room and you quickly spotted both Funtimes.

" -didn't me-an t-t-to! I-I was just so ex-cited! " Freddy seemed choked up to the point of making you wonder if he could cry. He dragged a hand across his face while Bon-Bon said something so quiet you couldn't discern.

" It doesn't matter if you meant it or not Freddy! If Baby finds Y/N I'm gonn- " Foxy abruptly stopped chewing him out at the door shutting behind you, both of them jumping at the sound. They seemed relieved at the sight of you,

" Well speak of the devil " Foxy joked, clearly trying to laugh off his prior mood. " Great timing Y/N! You're just in time to catch the hide-away express " 

You finally stopped your slow trot when you were close enough, trying to surpress your own anxiety. Unexpectedly, he swooped down to give you a hug. The mechanical sound of his tail wagging filled the room.

" Y/N! I-I'm so gl-ad you're okay, I'm sorry! " You hugged back before glancing over at Freddy, not sure what to say. You couldn't reassure him that what he did wasn't his fault, whatever words he spoke could have gotten you killed. 

Foxy raised his head and threw a quick glare Freddy's way while you averted your eyes at the tense atmosphere. You didn't want to take sides so you kept your mouth shut. Foxy straightened himself as quickly as he came down, turning you so you were facing the kitchen.

" I'm going to go stash her somewhere, if Baby comes back say I'm in parts and service " His stern voice got both you and Freddy back to the task at hand. Freddy nodded with a frown, and you couldn't help but feel bad for him. He seemed to be programmed to be very jumpy and excitable giving him a stark personality compared to Ballora and Foxy.

Before you had time to go too far into those thoughts, Foxy placed a hand on your back and rushed you to the kitchen. You had to jog to keep up with his pace as he easily directed you past the cabinets to two doors tucked in the back.

" I would find you a better place to hide in Parts and Service but all the BidyBabs like to hang around there so we must make do with the closet " He seemed to catch your questioning stare and continued,

" BidyBabs are like Ballora's minireenas but they look more like baby dolls. Since Baby and Ballora have their own areas they needed extra company " You nodded along as he opened the door for you to enter. The small space lined with shelves for storage, the only empty wall space was just above a short shelving unit and was decorated with a poster. 

"Circus Baby's Pizza World" was written in big bold letters just under a picture of Ballora, Funtime Foxy, Funtime Freddy, and… The last one you had to guess was Baby, red pigtails and nose making her look akin to a clown. You ignored how unsettling the picture of her was by fiddling around to find a place to put your things up.

" They were on the top shelf doll, here let me help you " He stepped forward, dodging the hanging light to grab the blankets from you. You inched back, both of you couldn't comfortably be in such a small space. Well not without invading each other's personal space that is.

You half sat on the short shelves behind you, back hitting the scratchy brick wall. Foxy paused his organizing to examine the small plushie he'd given you. He seemed a bit hesitant to place it back in its box,

" How about you hold onto this? Wouldn't want you having nothing to keep you busy" You nodded, face only getting warmer as he got closer to hand the stuffed animal to you. You busied yourself by dragging your fingers over the soft material.

"How… long do you want me to stay in here?" Foxy seemed surprised at your question, like he hadn't thought about it, he placed a finger on his chin in an exaggerated thinking pose. 

" Ah well I could just leave you alone, but where’s the fun in that? I’d say we have some time to spare before we must part ways" He leaned over you, close, too close. He easily placed both hands on either side of you, the shelf groaning slightly in protest as he leaned his weight on it. 

" How about I keep you company? " It was such a simple question but he whispered it so close to your ear, faux breathing surprising you. Your death grip on the plushy only increases as he sniffs what he can reach of your neck, cold nose momentarily pressing against your overheated skin.

He paused, looking over at you as he waited for your response. Your brain was frazzled from the moment he got close, you closed your eyes and stubbornly pressed your legs together.

"Could you…?" As hot and bothered his presence got you, you were too embarrassed to directly answer him. He gave a gleaming smile full of sharp teeth,

" Of course I can sweetheart! Now sit still, won't you? I think I'm gonna have my fun with you " You helplessly stared at the closed door opposite to you, the danger of Baby coming to look for you was still lingering but if Foxy was acting so calm you had to trust him. 

He quickly got on his knees in front of you, the elevation of the shelf you were on giving you a fighting chance to not look so tiny compared to the huge animatronic. Large hands were placed on your waist, fingers easily lifting the hem of your sweater.

" You didn't wear a shirt under here? Naughty, Naughty, what am I going to do with you? " Foxy scolded, dragging your sweater up as a silent request for you to take it off. You forced your fingers to relax around the poor plushy you were holding to be able to take it off.

You weren't sure why you were so eager to let him see you but his calming energy made you agreeable with whatever he suggested. With shaking hands, you dropped your sweater to the side, going back to holding the plushy so your hands had something to do. Foxy seemed pleased with the motion and went back to exploring your torso.

Long nails traced your ribs, leaving shallow indents in their wake. His hands easily shifted upwards gently to fondle your boobs, squeezing them together experimentally.

" Humans are so soft and squishy " He noted out loud, " I've never felt something like this, do tell me if I'm too rough " The fact that he was pushing all your buttons while still being inexperienced made you somehow even warmer. 

He didn't seem to mind your frazzled silence as he continued to feel you up. He unknowingly rolled his palms your nipple, making you let out a soft moan before you snapped your mouth closed. His head tilted at the sound before he delicately pinched at the area, his face lighting up impossibly brighter at the louder moan he earned.

" How about you take this pesky garment off? It isn't fair you're the only one wearing clothes " Foxy jokes, choosing not to react to how your thighs shifted against him.

"How do you even know what to do?" You surprisingly got the words out even if they were barely above a whisper. You fumbled with the clasps on your bra, unbuckling them before you could second guess yourself.

" Our creator made us with the idea that we could also host adult parties in mind, that was before Baby came along " You paused as you were attempting to slip off your bra, the thought that Ballora actually caught your flirting and instead chose not to act on it flooding your brain. You put the thought into the back of your mind before you finally slipped your bra off.

Foxy easily changed his focus back to your body, hands going back to their original places but this time thumbs rolled over your nipples. He seemed to revel in the loud moan that you let out before you quickly slapped a hand over your mouth, not trusting yourself to keep them in anymore.

" Do you want us to get caught, doll? " He gave another long roll of his thumbs, " Keep quiet or I'll have to give you something to help " His threat made a shiver run down your spine, whoever programmed him was seriously going to burn in hell for this. 

He stopped his assault on your chest to finally push your thighs open and unbuckle your pants, dragging them off in a too self assured motion and your shoes were discarded just as easily. His fingers danced along the edge of the fabric of your panties, taking in the soft cotton. 

" Jeez I've barely touched you and you've already ruined your underwear? " He gave a purposeful press of his knuckle against where the majority of your slick had pooled. In an instant you nearly forgot any prior conflict as you pathetically buckled under his touch. 

Foxy thumbed the panties to the side, making you squirm at the feeling of your slick being sloppily spread with the motion. Your brain was so fuzzy with lust that you didn't even mind how he took it upon himself to uncover yourself to him.

" God I wish I could taste you, you smell so good sweetheart" You figured that they had no logistical need to taste, but if they were programmed with acute senses how hard would it have been to give them the ability to taste? You were dragged out of your thoughts as Foxy continued his exploration of your body.

He swiped a smooth finger across your folds, catching you off guard as he gathered your slick on it. You whined as the tip of his finger finally pressed against your entrance, the barest hint of pressure applied. You'd only ever put your own fingers inside yourself so the thought of his huge digits inside you made you tremble in anticipation.

" I'll go slow just for you, after all you are my number one fan, hun " Foxy seemed to enjoy teasing you, you tried to swallow your anxiety. The first person you'd even let touch you in a sexual way is going to be an animatronic, and you're willingly letting it happen. You'd hoped your first time would be magical but being fingered in a closet wasn't too much of a downgrade.

He finally pressed a finger inside of you, the feeling more uncomfortable than what you'd expected. His finger was easily the size of two of yours and much longer. Despite your lack of noise when he finally gave you what you had wanted, he gently pumped the digit in and out.

" See you're just begging to have someone fill you up huh? You're just in need of your favorite performer to take care of you right? " He seemed excited to both praise himself but still make it clear that you enjoyed his presence. The mixed signals flip flopped in your muddled brain as his fingering finally got pleasurable. 

Foxy's thumb finally sneaked up and pressed against your throbbing clit, making you sob out a muffled moan. He pressed a second finger inside before curling them and the only way you could describe the feeling was as if you felt was a strike of electricity coursing through your veins.

Warmth pooled in your stomach as you tried to process the onslaught of pleasure that finally hit you. Your thighs snapped around his arm but were easily parted with his free hand as his fingering slowed down. 

"Foxy…" You whined, voice still shaky as you tried thrusting yourself on his digits

" That's my name, doll! Don't wear it out " Foxy responded, his ever confident smile never leaving his face and he stopped your movements with a strong hand on your hips.

" Now I don't want you to wear yourself out so fast, how about we move on to the real fun? " He knew what he was doing right? You tried to calm yourself down, you genuinely hadn't expected him to allude to actually having sex. You glanced down just in time to watch his ears wiggle in anticipation,

"O-Okay" was all you had to offer as an answer. He leaned forward to press a kiss on your stomach and with an embarrassing squelch his fingers were pulled out. You quietly placed your plushy to the side making sure it was looking away, feeling bad that it even had to be here. 

Foxy easily got back onto his feet, unexpectedly pulling you closer to him with a grip on your thighs. Your thighs spread an almost uncomfortable amount for him to step in between them. With your crotches leveled in this position, you scratched your nails into the shelf below you in anticipation.

A soft mechanical whirring filled your senses and your eyes snapped down as a phallic pink dido slowly poked out of his shifting crotch panel. You had half a thought to laugh at the unexpected reveal until you noticed it just kept going. The surprisingly warm tip pressed into your skin just under your belly button. 

"I don't- I don’t think that's gonna fit '' You whispered, half panicked as you looked up. Foxy's smile dropped slightly at your lack of eagerness, expression turning into something more tender.

" We don't have to, dear. I'm only here to make you feel good " He leaned forward to wrap his hands around you and rest his chin on your shoulder, ignoring the squeak you let out when his dick accidentally pressed on your clit during the movement.

" I could just finish you off with my fingers, I won't do anything you don't want me to" His kind words would have had more of an impact on your judgment if the position you were in didn't have both of your sexes pressed together just so. You wrapped your arms around his neck to hug back, your own arousal spiking despite his caring sentiment.

"I… wouldn't mind if we kept going" It couldn't hurt to try would it? He pulled back slightly to study your expression,

" Don't feel pressured to do this, I can put it away it isn't that big of a de- "

"I want to do this Foxy" you said confidently, finally managing to catch his stare. He let out a small surprised static noise before finally regaining his smile.

" Well you don't have to tell me twice, if you ever want to stop, don't be afraid to say so " He peppered warm kisses all over your face as if to praise you for your new found confidence, all you could do was giggle and gently push his snout away. 

Foxy easily stepped back and regained his hold under your knees, angling his hips just enough to let the tip of his cock press against your opening. You shivered and leaned back, letting your head hit the wall behind you as you attempted to brace yourself. 

" Now I must warn you, if you end up loving my cock more than a human's I'm not liable " His static voice faltered slightly as he continued to try to boast but you could feel a glob of precome(?) drip out from him. You adjusted your arms into a more comfortable position on his shoulders before looking up with a questioning look.

" That's just lube, doll. You're clearly already wet enough but it wouldn't hurt to have some more stuffed in you right? " You flustered particularly hard at that sentence and your only response was to just close your eyes with a huff. A distorted chuckle left Foxy at your reaction but he chose not to push any further. 

Instead he finally let the head of his cock enter you, knocking the breath out of your lungs with it. He was bigger than you'd even imagined, your walls stretching almost unbearably as you tried to fit him. He kept shifting into you until you were finally pressed against the opening on his crotch panel.

You barely even noticed the long moan you let out but as soon as you caught yourself you bit down on your lip. You'd never felt so entirely full before, his dick greedily pressing against everything it could.

" Tell me when you're ready " He murmured, somewhat out of breath at the feeling of your warm walls gripping onto him. You experimentally moved in a slight up and down action to try to gauge your own reaction.

A slight dull pain was all you could feel, despite all the prior stretching it didn't compare to how massive he truly was. But despite that you heard Foxy growl slightly, you opened your eyes to find he’d closed his. He seemed to be trying very hard to hold back any movements and the through of that sent a shock of lust through your body.

"Please move" You whispered still out of breath, mild pain be damned because the only thing you wanted right now was him. He let out a dark chuckle before meeting your eyes,

" You need to be more specific doll, tell me what do you want ol' Funtime Foxy to do?" His sudden change of tone made you shiver, he really was made for this. Despite how eager you just were, the words got stuck in your throat. You had to take a deep breath before you could even try to speak.

"Please…" You paused with a deliciously pained look as your squeezed the words out, " fuck me Foxy" Foxy grinned ear to ear at your vulgar words before doing as he was told. 

His thrusts started slow and shallow, just enough movement that made you keen with want. Your brain was quickly reduced to a pile of mush as soon as he started to speed up. At this angle he could easily press against all the right places and all you could do was mewl and dig your nails into his shoulders.

" I'm going to fill you up Y/N, but you'd like that wouldn't you? You want to be pumped full of my cum. Just such a sweet girl, didn't even stop me from moving her drenched panties " He huffed right next to your ear, pulling you closer as he moved impossibly faster. " Now I'm going to make sure to take care of you doll. I'll stuff you full just how you want "

The words were so loud in your head but they only half registered, yet that was still more than enough to make you moan out. You pressed your face on his overheated metal as you curled in on yourself, forgetting your promise to stay quiet when he sneaked a hand between both of you to firmly rub your clit. 

Your legs uselessly clamped around his form as they were finally released from his hold, and your pooling pleasure finally tipped you over the edge. The feeling was like a tense string finally snapping and a wave of euphoria crashing over you instantaneously.

Your mind was foggy, trying to reel itself back to reality as overstimulation finally hit you. Foxy continued to fuck into you so he could fulfill his promise. You whined as he continued to use you to finish, tears steadily forming in the corners of your eyes. 

Thankfully he soon let up, pressing in as deep as he could go before finally emptying out what you had to assume was just more lube into you. The feeling of the thick liquid inside of you made you squirm, especially as it overfilled and slowly trickled down your thighs, but your mind was too disoriented to quite care. Your prior tiredness obviously catching up to you after such a mind numbing experience. 

Foxy gently rubbed your back in an effort to comfort you without overwhelming you any more. You stayed in his arms with droopy eyes for a solid couple of minutes before he carefully pushed you off his cock with a wet sound that you would have normally been embarrassed of if you weren’t too busy trying not to fall over. 

You let your shoulders meet the wall behind you, trying to catch your breath as lube slowly spewed out of you. The sound of Foxy tucking his dick under his crotch plate filled the room, but he busied himself with grabbing hand towels from a box on the shelf.

He hummed a tune as he got back onto his knees to gently wipe down your thighs and the shelf under you. The microfiber tickled your senses but you kept your mouth shut to let your mind recover. When he finally got to your crotch he paused,

" How about you also keep these on as a memento from me to you" Foxy gently hooked his thumb under the fabric to pull it away, taking great joy in the translucent lube that smeared on the way. With feather light touches he wiped up the bare minimum amount of lube from your panties and puffy folds, laughing at the half hearted glare you gave him when he pressed his thumb into you just to watch the cum gush out again.

" I'm just cleaning you up sweetheart no need to be so dirty minded " He teased before moving your now only mildly soiled underwear back to the right place. He wiped his hands before grabbing the other towel to reach up and wipe your damp face, not without pausing to boop your nose of course.

He discarded the towels in a box, you felt bad for the poor souls who’d uncover those. Your barely cohesive thoughts were cut off when he handed you your clothes and shoes, getting up to give you some space. 

You slipped everything back on, trying to pat your clothes down to make sure you didn't look as fucked out as you felt. Your legs felt like jello but you also felt a sense of satisfaction so the mild discomfort was worth it. Foxy extended a hand towards you with a smile,

" What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't walk my favorite dame out? " You laughed before grabbing your plushie and his hand. You were easily pulled onto your feet only to hold onto Foxy for dear life as your knees buckled under you. 

"You're not a very considerate gentleman if you put me in this predicament in the first place" You gritted out in an effort to distract yourself from any embarrassment. 

" Well I wasn’t the one who asked to be fucked so I must say your argument is weak " Despite his teasing words he patiently waited for you to gain stable footing.

" By now Ballora must have gotten Circus Baby out of her room so do allow me to -" As if on cue a loud thump sounded in the room next to you, making both of you freeze.

" Stupid! Stupid! I didn't actually mean kill a rat! Biddybab I- Ew! Don't bring it closer! " Baby's voice was muffled, her footsteps running away making any other words spoken inaudible. Foxys hold on you tightened,

" Seems I'm mistaken, no worries! " His voice had a nervous shake that unsettled you. " I need to go wave her back to her room so she doesn't go snooping around anymore, you need to go back to Ballora’s room" 

"Are you sure? What if she isn't-" 

" Then you'll come back here and get Freddy, just please move quickly. I promise you’re safe dear " He leaned down for another quick hug but you couldn't help but feel terrified. If both Foxy and Ballora are this scared of Baby, how bad was she? 

You nodded, waiting in chilling silence as he went to peek his head out the door once he opened it. You followed him out the door, ignoring the dull ache between your legs as you closed it behind you. Foxy ushered you back into the kitchen before offering you a wave as he disappeared through another door.

And just like that you were alone, brain trying to process the series of events that just unfolded as you leaned against the fridge. One moment feeling warm and loved and the next being rushed away for your own safety. But you really couldn't be upset by it, you just sighed and accepted your situation.

Getting right back to your objective, you attempted speed walking but the underlying soreness between your legs stopped that in a couple seconds. You dug your nails into your palm, trying to limp as inconspicuously as possible as you finally entered into the Funtime Auditorium.

" O-oh! You're back! Me and B-Bon-Bon were starting worried! " You heard Freddy before you saw him and had to physically stop yourself from making a face. You had to say out of all the animatronics you've met so far he was your least favorite, besides the one who's actively trying to kill you of course.

"Yeah! Um Foxy just sent me to go back to Ballora's room" You continued your walk to the door that led to the office, Freddy clearly not getting the memo as he jogged to catch up with you from the stage.

" Where's Fo-xy? What took you g-uys so long? " He stood in front of you with a skeptical look on his face, not understanding the rush you were in.

"He went to go make sure Baby wasn't going to come back" You hurriedly responded, "And me and Foxy were just… talking" 

" See Freddy, everything's fine! Y/N isn't hurt, she just reaaaaally needs to go with Ballora " Bon-Bon piped up, he reached up to calm his friend. You just nodded and you anxiously gripped onto your Foxy plush.

" Th-en let me walk you over there! I'm going to be a ge-ntleman! Just like Fo-oxy " Pure excitement emanated from his words but all you could feel was underlying fear, helplessly watching as he giddily got closer.

"No No! You don't have to, I'll just go by myself!" Your words fell on deaf ears as he pulled you close with one arm. His frankly overbearing presence unnerved you, obviously not one to take no for an answer.

" Foxy's go-ing to be so s-s-so proud of me! " Freddy babbled on as he walked you over to the door, Bon-Bon peeked out from the other side of Freddy to look at you with a " I'm sorry about him " expression. You gave a small smile back, stumbling slightly as you tried to keep up with him. The three of you were back in Ballora's Gallery in record time, Freddy looking around in the dim light.

" Oh go-osh she's not here! Wh-at are we going to do Y/N? " His voice turned weirdly petulant and it took you off guard, you swallowed down any fear and looked up at him. 

"We could just sit and wait" Your words shook slightly as you willed yourself to stay calm. 

" I w-was just thinking the sa-me thing! " Freddy seemingly snapped back to normal just as fast as he changed. You made a protesting sound as he lifted you up with one hand around your torso, watching sadly as your plushy slipped out of your grasp and fell to the floor. He walked you over to the nearest wall before sitting down and placing you on his lap, wrapping you up in a snug hug.

" G-Gosh I really missed huging people! Ki-ids don't come around here anymore and the workers don't care enough " He bemoaned, his speaker rumbled against your back as he pulled you against it. Your thighs protested having to spread around his legs but you ignored it when he squeezed his arms around you.

You felt a wave of regret wash over you, he must have not being unnerving on purpose he seemed to just be so touch starved so he jumped at the opportunity to get to you. He placed his large head on your shoulder causing you to crane your own head to the side in order to accommodate him. 

"I'm okay with hugs Freddy just… please ask me before okay?" He just makes a noise in confirmation before closing his eyes. You sneaked your hand up to pet his cheek. He smiles wide at the touch but otherwise says nothing, and in an unexpected move Bon-Bon shifts closer to press a small kiss to your cheek.

" You're awful pre-ety Y/N, did you know that we haven't had a gi-rl down here in ne-arly t-t-two wh-ole years? " His voice rumbled through your torso, Freddy was pleasantly quiet and you were grateful for that. You hummed a surprised noise so he knew you were listening, finally relaxing your back into him.

“ We’ve been closed for parties for soooo lon-g, only technicians can come down here and there’s not even one girl amo-ng them! Can you believe that y/n.? ” For once that night you felt at ease with Freddy, his quiet rambling lulling your senses. “Wow really?” You quietly remarked, happy to entertain his story.

“ Yeah, really!! And a-and in two weeks the staff comes back! It was supposed to be next week but Baby got into a scrap with a technician and it got pushed back. Bu-ut we’ll get to preform for real again! It’s been ages since our last real performance ” you offered a small noise in response before closing your eyes, blissfully unaware of Freddy's eyes opening to eagerly trace your body.

“ It’s also been ages since we’ve had s-ome real fun too… You’d think having the faci-lity all to yourself would be exciting but the fun of sneaking around staff to get so-ome… stress relief was really what made it fun. ” Your eyes slotted open as your confusion got the better of you, the slowly deeper tone Freddy adopted as he continued talking didn’t offer any clarification. “ The closest any of us have gott-en to that recently was that little stunt you and Foxy pulled, fucking in a closet isn’t exactl-y allowed ”

" Y’know I'm only a li-ittle sad that Foxy got to you first " His eyes watched your face burn red, " But I al-so don't mind slo-oppy seconds though " His voice ringed with so much glee as your mind started racing, how did he know you'd had sex? How much had he seen?

Your panicked thoughts cut off as Freddy's hand slowly slid to your thigh and groped it, cold fingertips digging into your flesh as he delighted in the shiver you gave. His hands impatiently trailed up and down before sliding over your crotch.

"F-Freddy we really shouldn't- Ballora's probably coming back and-" He grinded his palm right against your crotch, effectively shutting you up. You gave a small moan and tried to push his hand away but he easily overpowered you.

" Ballora re-ally like likes you, I saw her " He chuckled at his own words, " I'm sure she'd be m-ore than happy to see you so worked up " Dammit that was your last logical reason to stop but you still didn't want to give in, at least for your dignity's sake. You weren't sure if it was ethical to get fucked by one let alone two robots. 

His hand moved up to clumsily unbutton your pants, nearly ripping them and your underwear off all together. You kneeled up higher as your lust finally got the best of you, one more couldn't hurt right? He pulled you up so you were kneeling on his smooth thighs, pants and panties pooled around your knees as you just braced yourself against his forearms.

You were in far too deep now, you wanted to at least think up one more reason to fight him off but you were too turned on to care anymore. Thick fingers traced your folds, exploring your sensitive parts with reckless abandon.

" Foxy wan-ted you to stay all di-irty down the-ere right? I don't thi-nk he'd mind if I filled you up again" You could hear the smile in his voice but you squeezed your eyes shut in defiance. The arm that had Bon-Bon on it shifted to gently hold your midsection, trying to hold you still and keep you from slipping off his thighs. 

Freddy's fingers ignored your aching clit, instead opting to stick two of his fingers deep inside you in one go. You jumped at the intrusion, tears welling up at the rough treatment.

" S-Sorry I thought y-ou were looser " Was all Freddy gave in response, not even bothering to take one finger out. He rubbed at your clit in an apology, and a moan itched at your throat from the pressure despite your earlier pain. 

Bon-Bon swiveled in your direction, gently patting at the stray tear that fell. As turned on as you felt you had to admit Freddy definitely wasn't as skilled as Foxy, sloppy digits moving only to stretch instead of pleasure. He prematurely took out his fingers, and the sound of his crotch plate shifting aside filled the room.

" I'll be e-xtra gentle with you! Do-ont worry! " Freddy sing songs, his dick does the same slow exit as Foxy's did but this time you could feel it immediately press against your entrance. You grind down slowly in an effort to regain any friction, not missing the slight growl that Freddy gave.

He was clearly desperate to move on to the part where both of you could feel the most pleasure, emphasis on both. He eases up his hold on you to clamp his hand on your hip and slowly maneuvering you down his shaft, tears reappearing at the sharp burn. He was much thicker than Foxy at the expense of being shorter than him, but despite this your eyes snap open and you feel overwhelmingly full.

Freddy let out a low groan when you finally slipped all the way down, your knees hitting the floor as you tried to remember how to breathe. He experimentally thrust into you in a shallow movement and your face distorted in pain. 

" So-rry! Again! I dont want to hu-urt you, you ju-st feel so g-go-od! " His last word was garbled up when you clenched at the compliment. You scan around the scarcely lit room for something to distract yourself with but it was empty, not even a minireena toddled around. 

" You like it when I say h-ow go-od you feel do-ont you? " Freddy taunted, " Ballora's gonna lo-ve you Y/N, you're so cu-te and grip o-nto my cock so tight~ " The praise immediately went to your crotch when he shifted slightly again. His hand finally moved down to feel around where your crotches were connected.

" Ho-w about we play a g-game? " His hand finally found your clit, giving it a fleeting touch before traitorously inching back up. You let a soft whine,

"W-What do you want to play?" Your voice trembled as you tried not to move.

" I'll fu-ck you really de-ep and soft but you ca-an't cum before Ballora c-omes back and lets yo-u " He laughed at his own harsh words, " If you be-g me to touch you i'll w-in" 

A warmth flooded your senses at the thought of Ballora touching you, the rules were simple enough and the stakes weren't too high right? You were mainly excited to have the chance to see Ballora again, you yearned for her soothing aura.

"That seems a little unfair Freddy" You huffed, "But let's do it" He grinned widely at how out of breath you already were but still nodded against you. Thankfully he moved slowly, easily lifting you just a little with one hand before letting you slide back down. 

All you had to do was hold back until she came back! That's easy enough, but the thought that it might take her a while to get back struck you hard as Freddy shifted under you with a groan and your body lit up with pleasure. You did your best to relax into him, letting him move however he wanted.

" Jeez you're just gon-na sit back and let me u-se you? You're not very fun! " You gave a half hearted glare at the comment, delicately rapping your knuckles against the side of his face.

"Well I'd help you out more but since you wanna play a game I can't" You shot back while he laughed at the feeble punches you gave him. Freddy pushed his hips into you, effectively dismantling your demeanor as another moan got the best of you.

" I don't mind it! You lo-ok real cute bouncing on my cock even if you aren't try-ing " Once Freddy learned what made you tick he seemed to never forget, in response you closed your eyes and turned away from him. You were already worked up, anymore and you were sure to lose. 

You tried to focus on something else, biting your lip to keep any embarrassing sounds down as Freddy continued to slowly thrust into you. Thankfully he stopped making his occasional comments but it came at the price of having his warm breath right next to your sensitive neck.

The reason they were even designed with any sort of breathing was lost on you but you suspected it must have been some kind of way to prevent overheating. Your thoughts were scrambled once again as he finally started to thrust harder into you.

" It's okay if you lose Y/N! It won’t be that bad, promise " Bon-Bon whispered to you, you'd forgotten he was even there but the sentiment was nice. His soft paw continued to pet your face in an effort to comfort you. You finally managed a smile, opening your eyes to find him smiling back.

The next few minutes went by in a blur, pleasure steadily building up despite your own efforts. Freddy seemed to be genuinely enjoying himself as he kept up a punishing pace. Would not cumming even be worth it at this point? You'd stop keeping count of the seconds that passed by and now you were closer than ever, debating all your past decisions.

As if Freddy was reading your mind he slowed down, stopping almost as if he was taking pity on you. Half of you wanted him to keep going, but you were silently grateful. Freddy laughed quietly as he watched you squirm at the lack of movement.

" I'm gonna give you a bre-ak, you're about to pop! " He laughed even harder, " Ballora might take a while, why don't you just gi-ive in? I might not st-op next time~ " You didn't understand what he found so hilarious about the situation he'd put you in but you just nodded and tried to calm yourself down. 

Your clit ached for attention and you were genuinely debating on taking him up on his offer. You studied his expression, his massive antsy smile making you itch to wipe it off his face. 

"I'm gonna beat you Freddy" You muttered through gritted teeth, his smile getting impossibly bigger at your harsh breaths. He quickly started up again, taking your taunting words more seriously than you'd expected. 

Your head once again got fuzzy with pleasure and soft moans left your lips, and minutes passed too slowly yet much too fast. Tears filling your vision as you tried to stave off your orgasm, now regretting the boasting you'd attempted to do. Your brain was ready to try to form a cohesive thought and beg for Freddy to touch you when a door finally opened. 

You blinked your tears away as Freddy abruptly stopped his movements. Ballora walked in as oblivious as ever with a trail of minireenas just behind her. You wanted to call out to her immediately but the words died in your throat when Freddy unexpectedly started moving again.

" Jeez Ballora what to-ook you so long? He asked, unabashedly still using you even if it mortified you.

" Freddy…? What are you doing? Is Y/N with you? " Worry filled her voice as she got closer, you wanted to say something to her but all you could let out was an embarrassingly wanton moan at a particularly hard thrust.

" Y/N's right here! The-re's no need to worry, I've got her sa-fe and warm! She was even sweet enough to wa-rm up my cock for me " You stared at the ground in shame, silence filling the room except for the constant shlick shlick of Freddy driving himself into you. Ballora stood in shock for a second and you were sure if she could blush she'd be the same shade of red as you were.

She silently started her stride again, quickly getting to you before carefully sliding to kneel in front of you. Freddy thankfully dropped his grip on your torso, letting you freely move. Ballora opened her arms in a simple gesture but you had to stop the sob of relief that tried to escape.

You almost collapsed into her, arms tightly wrapped around her as you were momentarily distracted from the onslaught of pleasure you were receiving. Thankfully she didn't say anything about your current predicament, instead opting to gently rub at your back. 

" Oh darling what happened while I was gone? " She asked quietly, " Is Freddy being mean to you? " You laughed against her chest, new found tears slowly falling. 

"Yes, he said I couldn't cum until you touched me" You didn't care if you stretched the truth a little, you already felt more at ease in Balloras hold.

" Hey! That's no-ot true! She decided to play with me and she's just ups-et that I didn't make it easy! " Freddy protested with a frown, making sure to punctuate his words with a particularly hard thrust. You made a protesting sound at his harsh treatment but didn't correct him.

" Y/N don't lie to me, i wouldn't want to have to punish you when you're so close to cumming " You shivered at the familiar words but just nodded against her, too ashamed to say anything else. She went back to rubbing your back in a soothing manner,

" If you just wanted me to touch so you could have said so darling, now let me help you princess " Ballora's kind words cut right through you, making you soft and pliable to anything she said. She easily sat you up before her hands roamed your body.

Long, elegant fingers gently traced your face and neck as she took her time mapping you out. They traced your sweater all the way down to the hem before slipping under and pressing into your stomach. Ballora leaned towards you to pepper kisses on your face, smooth metal lips cooling your overheated skin.

"Ballora…" You whined, as much as you enjoyed the attention your legs were an uncomfortable mix of numb and extremely oversensitive. You weren't quite sure how much more you could take.

" Give me a second honey, be a good girl and let me take care of you " Her lips quirked up at the mewl you gave in response before easily getting back to letting her hands roam lower. 

" Y/N r-really likes it when you compliment her~ " Freddy huffed, movements unexpectedly slowing down as he pushed as far as he could into you. You weren't sure why he'd stopped until the feeling of his cum spewing into you keyed you in.

"That's not fair" You said weakly, one word away from whining before you let out a squeak as Ballora briefly pinched your thigh. 

" Behave Y/N " Was the only warning she gave but your fizzled brain took it harsher than she probably meant it to sound, reflexively your eyes watered slightly. 

" 'm sorry" You mumbled as you leaned back into Freddy, needy for any kind of attention that would release the pressure between your legs. 

" Don't be so me-an to her Ballora " Freddy haphazardly pet your ribs with his free hand, " I've had her here for alm-ost 30 minutes, our little cumdump is just a li-ttle frustrated " You could feel your face burn at the name he called you, 

"I'm not-!" Before you could even finish your sentence Ballora's smooth fingers finally grazed your aching clit. It was as if she flipped a switch inside you and you had to try to quickly censor yourself.

" I don't think she minds me being a little mean now do you Y/N? " She cooed sweetly as her fingers explored further down. A soft moan escaped you as she gently felt around as if she was mapping out how filled up you were.

It was the most intimate thing you could possibly think, her fingers following your puffy folds, applying featherlight pressure until they led to where your abused hole was stretched past your limit. She firmly rubbed the crease where Freddy’s cock and your folds met,

" See her cunts still sopping wet, were you excited for me baby? " Freddy let out a wheezing laugh at her choice of words,

" I think she is, every time you ta-lk she gets so-o tight " The way they talked about you as if you couldn't even respond made your head incredibly fuzzy, whoever programmed them must have known what they were doing.

You watched in anticipation as her digits finally traced their way back to your clit, you were a moaning mess by the time she finally started applying pressure. And naturally it didn't take long for her to bring you to the edge, you squeezed your eyes shut as you finally let the pleasure wash over you. You came to your senses when a familiar pair of lips pressed against your neck for a second,

" Didn't want you fainting on me dear " Ballora joked, you shared a breathless laugh. She let your brain catch up before she got on her feet to slowly lift you off of Freddy, thankfully helping you stand after. She held your close, waiting until you were steady on your feet to let go.

" How about we get you cleaned up, take you to the kitchen, maybe a cup of tea before you go? " She kneeled behind you in an unexpected motion, making you regain the blush you'd almost lost as she helped you get your underwear and pants on unprompted.

"It's already time to go?" You ask as you try to swallow your disappointment, catching a glimpse of Freddy tucking himself up and hobbling on his feet.

" You spent a lot of time with Foxy~ " He teased, only laughing harder at the glare you gave him. 

" I'm afraid so dear, how about you come back next Saturday? I'm sure we'd all like to see you again " Ballora pressed a kiss to your hips before pulling your pants all the way up and letting you fiddle with them. Your ears burned warm at the thought of coming back, did they like you that much?

"I'll… try to come back I promise" She seemed pleased with that response as she got up and pulled you into another warm embrace which Freddy jumped in on as well.

" Good, now let's go get you ready to leave sweetie " You still weren't sure if the warm feeling in your chest was warranted but this time you didn't fight it off. While you didn't find solace in casual trespassing like you had planned, but getting your brains fucked out by two animatronics and coddled by the other bought that idea out by a landslide. 

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solitaire Ranttttt

I love this book and I've read it at least 30 times. i just want to say before I start that these are my personal opinions about the book.

I know i said I've read it a lot but i still don't know everything so please don't get mad if i get any facts incorrect.

Solitaire starts as Victoria (tori) Spring is starting school after x-mas or winter break. Tori lives with her mom, dad, and two brothers, Charlie and Oliver. Charlie, who is also in the heartstopper comics, struggles with an ED. I truly think that this effects Tori's life a lot. I know its not Charlies fault but I'm sure tori is almost constantly worrying about him. Tori and her mother don't get along very well. I'm not entirely sure why they don't but i think they touch more on that fact in This Winter. I've read it but it was a long time ago and i really need a reread.

on a different note. I've been needed to talk about this but none of my friends care enough. This is a controversial opinion but i hate Becky. she is such a bitch to tori and i just can't stand her. i know most of the time when tori and her would fight it would be when Becky is drunk but that doesn't make anything she has done right. she dated Ben Hope, one of the worst people in the universe of solitaire. i guess i don't really have a true reason to hate her accept for the fact that i have had friends like Becky. its all fine and its a beautiful friendship, then out of nowhere they go behind you and become friends or start dating someone that isn't a good person. they don't know they are a bad person and you do. and if you try to tell them that they are a bad person they either don't care or they don't believe you. I truly don't get why people like Becky. this is way too much but I'm going to do it any way. I'm going to analyze one of their fights.

pages 226-228 Solitaire

Becky was kissing Ben Hope after 100% knowing how awful of a person he was and still is to her best friends little brother. Tori sees this happening at the Solitaire party and is furious. which is completely reasonable because of how actually nasty he is.

after ben walks off Becky asks tori what she's looking at. in the next bit tori just goes off on her saying stuff like "you are a nasty bitch," and "you just don't care, do you?"

"that's it isn't it? I'm you naive little friend whose sad little life makes you feel better about yourself. well, you're absolutely spot-on there. I haven't got a single clue about anything. But you know what i do know? I know when someone is being a nasty bitch. Go ahead and cry your little crocodile tears if you want to. You don't fucking care at all do you?" this is a rant Tori goes on while arguing. This leaves Becky absolutely speechless.

"well- you- you're the one being a nasty bitch! Jesus Christ just calm down." After Becky says this Tori tells the reader that, i quote, "this is bad. I need to stop. I can't" Tori is now aware that she can't help was she says anymore. She no longer trust Becky. She no longer has a "BFF". Becky has betrayed her.

Tori continues to yell at Becky. "I'm sorry - do you have any comprehension of the level of betrayal you have just reached? Do you have any concept of friendship? I didn't think it was possible for someone to be that selfish, but clearly i've been wrong all this time" Tori is very very upset now and then says " You've killed me. You've literally killed me."

Becky has single handedly DESTORYED Tori. Becky is awful, and of course she just tells her to calm down. she literally was just making out with a boy that SA'd HER BEST FRIENDS BROTHER! and she knew he did it. which is ACTUALLY INSANE!!!!!

just the amount of betrayal and shit she caused makes be fucking sick to my stomach. yeah i do know that its a fake story and they aren't real people. it's just the fact that people like Becky do really do shit like this. I can't believe people are actually capable of stuff like this.

i really need to shut up but i have two more quotes from Tori then I'll stop.

"You have solidly proven that everyone and everything is shit. well done. Gold star. please delete yourself from my life."

" i am gone. I am gone. I guess everyone is like this. Smiles, hugs, years together, holidays, late night confessions, tears, phone calls, one million words - they don't mean anything. Becky doesn't care. No one really cares."

thank you for listening/reading

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so in your fic there's Sirius/Barty Jr ship. i reread your analytics of their character and pretty understand the connection. but i would still like to read opinion about their ship 👀

Glad you enjoy my various writing!

Yeah, okay, so Sirius/Barty Jr is a little rare pair my beta reader and I came up with for a different fic that never really got written, but we liked it so much it made it into my current fic, A Matter of Chance.

I'll note that it's gonna take quite some time in A Matter of Chance until Sirius and Barty actually meet and even longer until they get together in any meaningful way (but also my writing plans are super vague, so I don't really know). So there's some waiting until that tag is gonna be relevant. That being said, why I ship them and my thoughts on the ship:

So, I wrote a bunch about Sirius, and a bit less about Barty, but they have, like, a lot in common:

They're both incredibly loyal.

They both suffered Azkaban.

The way Sirius described Barty's father always struck me as him being familiar with the situation: "should've spent more time at home" and might've been showing the bitterness towards Orion.

They both have reason to hate Crouch Sr for sending them to the dementors.

They both care about Harry (pretty shocking on Barty's part, but it truly seems like he does) and are as involved as they can be.

both of them are hands-on in their approach, of, well, literally anything.

I feel Sirius and Barty would get each other's sense of humor that's a bit on the crueler side too. They won't make the other feel guilty over stupid shit.

They also communicate in a similarly straightforward way. They say what they think pretty damn clearly when they're free to do so.

So, as you can see, they have a surprising amount of things in common. As for Barty being a Death Eater, well, I illustrated in my posts about him that I don't think he was that much of a loyal Death Eater and I don't think he tortured the Longbottoms (it's outright stated in the books he wasn't caught with the Lestranges, but with a different group of Death Eaters that walked free!). I think Barty was a Death Eater more as a teenage rebellion than truly believing in everything (though he likely isn't a fan of Muggles). Like, the way Sirius went all in on Dumbledore and the Order as rebellion, Barty did in the opposite direction.

I don't think Barty really killed and tortured many people, but unlike Draco or Regulus I think he could if he felt he needed to, he isn't as sadistic as Bellatrix (or Sirius, honestly). He's tamer but still colder and more willing to respond with violence than Draco or Lucius.

The main quote I'm basing this ship on is the entire conversation in which Sirius talks about Barty in GoF:

Sirius smiled grimly. “Crouch’s own son was caught with a group of Death Eaters who’d managed to talk their way out of Azkaban. Apparently they were trying to find Voldemort and return him to power.” “Crouch’s son was caught?” gasped Hermione. “Yep,” said Sirius, throwing his chicken bone to Buckbeak, flinging himself back down on the ground beside the loaf of bread, and tearing it in half. “Nasty little shock for old Barty, I’d imagine. Should have spent a bit more time at home with his family, shouldn’t he? Ought to have left the office early once in a while . . . gotten to know his own son.” He began to wolf down large pieces of bread. “Was his son a Death Eater?” said Harry. “No idea,” said Sirius, still stuffing down bread. “I was in Azkaban myself when he was brought in. This is mostly stuff I’ve found out since I got out. The boy was definitely caught in the company of people I’d bet my life were Death Eaters — but he might have been in the wrong place at the wrong time, just like the house-elf.” “Did Crouch try and get his son off?” Hermione whispered. Sirius let out a laugh that was much more like a bark. [...] Crouch’s fatherly affection stretched just far enough to give his son a trial, and by all accounts, it wasn’t much more than an excuse for Crouch to show how much he hated the boy . . . then he sent him straight to Azkaban.” “He gave his own son to the dementors?” asked Harry quietly. “That’s right,” said Sirius, and he didn’t look remotely amused now. “I saw the dementors bringing him in, watched them through the bars in my cell door. He can’t have been more than nineteen. They took him into a cell near mine. He was screaming for his mother by nightfall. He went quiet after a few days, though . . . they all went quiet in the end . . . except when they shrieked in their sleep. . . .” For a moment, the deadened look in Sirius’s eyes became more pronounced than ever, as though shutters had closed behind them. “So he’s still in Azkaban?” Harry said. “No,” said Sirius dully. “No, he’s not in there anymore. He died about a year after they brought him in.” “He died?” “He wasn’t the only one,” said Sirius bitterly. “Most go mad in there, and plenty stop eating in the end. They lose the will to live. You could always tell when a death was coming, because the dementors could sense it, they got excited. That boy looked pretty sickly when he arrived. [...] Wasted away just like the boy. Crouch never came for his son’s body. The dementors buried him outside the fortress; I watched them do it.”

Sirius talks about Crouch Sr and Barty's relationship. He knows a surprising lot about Barty's backstory and childhood for someone who didn't even know for sure if he was a Death Eater and only found these things out after he escaped. Like, where did he learn all this from (sure, he likely read old newspapers, but how much of this information is actually likely to be there?). He also talks about both Bartys with a certain familiarity "ol' Barty". He's dull and bitter over Barty's death, he watched the only "funeral" Barty got, probably the only "attendant" besides the dementors. And he talks about hearing Barty screaming until he died in Azkaban... Yeah, I like that angst, I'm so here for an Azkaban romance (and post-Azkaban romance).

And, like, Barty was in Regulus' year, they probably joined the Death Eaters around the same time, maybe even together. And Sirius probably didn't talk to Barty at all his own when they were in school, he had no reason to, but he knew his little brother hung out with him occasionally. And from the quote above it's clear Sirius felt sorry for him, felt sympathy for someone else he thought might've been innocent. Someone in the same situation as he is that he might've felt protective over, like he could succeded in saving Regulus this time. And Barty has no one, basically, no friends, no family, just haunting memories, a situation Sirius is so familiar with. And Sirius is like a sorta friend, he's basically Regulus if you squint (not at all but at first), they share an experience (and hatred for Crouch Sr) that could feel so isolating when speaking to someone who doesn't know. He's someone Barty could potentially trust since neither of them trusts the ministry, or Voldemort, or Dumbledore. They can be in their own little corner where they have no one (well, Harry is there, but no other adults. Remus has way more faith in Dumbledore than Sirius does)

So, imagine this: Sirius lost everyone, he lost James, he lost his brother, he and Barty are in the same boat. So, like, imagine them talking quietly through the bars, each treating the other as a Regulus stand-in even if their personalities are more similar to each other than to Regulus. This grows into somewhat getting to know each other, something that's almost friendship. A cold comfort in the coldness of Azkaban. Then, Barty seemingly stops talking to Sirius and dies soon after, and Sirius doesn't know what to make of it. After Barry dies, he starts staying in Padfoot form more and more.

And then, post-Azkaban, they gonna meet again and bond over escaping Azkaban and caring about Harry.

There'll be healing. There'll be bad coping mechanisms. There'll be a desperation for any familiar connection and a lot of dark humor. They're on the run from both Voldemort and the ministry. And, like, if anyone thinks Sirius Orion Black won't be willing to help get away from Crouch Sr's body, they don't know Sirius Black.

Like, I think they'd just get each other, but also keep making incorrect assumptions about each other at the same time all the while being desperate for what the other represents — people they lost, time they lost. I think it's a fun concept with angst potential.

They're also both incredibly intelligent and skilled wizards (Barty tricked the Goblet of Fire, which is no easy feat). I think they could see each other, eventually after they get over the initial mess of shared losses, as equals and partners in crime. They just have such a vibe, idk. Like, I imagine them pseudo-parenting Harry together, and all I can come up with would be hilarious, but also, like, surprisingly good for Harry. Harry needs more people in his life who would appreciate him for him, more people that'll raise his ridiculously low self-esteem.

Do you know who's the first character to tell Harry he has talents? Barty Jr.

“Well, I’m not going to tell you,” said Moody gruffly. “I don’t show favoritism, me. I’m just going to give you some good, general advice. And the first bit is — play to your strengths.” “I haven’t got any,” said Harry, before he could stop himself. “Excuse me,” growled Moody, “you’ve got strengths if I say you’ve got them. Think now. What are you best at?”

(GoF, 344)

Basically, I think they'd be messed up, but also make it work under their specific circumstances.

(Can you tell I love trauma bonding ships?)

[thesharktanksdriver]

(I realize that all your resent asks have been about your determination series,, amazing series btw,, but imma bout to break that streak with a question about the magical girl 🤞)

So I was rereading basically every work you’ve written,, cause it’s my therapy,, and I saw that you made a post about magical girl y/n and that Justice League movie “Crisis on two earths” I was wondering what that would be like?

In an other universe where all the heroes are evil is the magical girl also evil? (<<<evil magical girls 😻)

I thought about how y/n is like on neutral grounds but leans towards the “good side” more. So is “evil” y/n the same she just leans towards the “bad side” more?

And I don’t know about you but I’d love to see others reaction to a y/n who is aggressive or is just wearing black,, lol.

A potential villain y/n as just been a brain rot for the past couple of decades.

But I’d like to hear your opinion about it! 😽🫶

I’m happy to be yalls therapists tho be warned u might need a second one after all my shit lol. I love me song angst and yall are the ones who pay the price.

But to answer your question it actually gets pretty interesting with crisis on two earths because something impossible happens. Cause, everyone in that universe has a parallel version of them. All of them for some reason except y/n.

It’s puzzling for them along with the other characters within the films because that shouldn’t be statistically possible.In every universe almost no matter the outcome there should be a version of you. Theoretically as you said an alternate version of y/n should be someone who maybe leans more towards the side of bad but retains some element of neutrality to them.

Something along the lines of maybe an informant or even some sort of back alley doctor of sorts. But there’s nothing.

While y/n knows that they can be the only magical girl (due to the fact Rigel can only pick one vassal per dimension/universe there should be a different version of herself. One she was actually quite excited to meet even if they were evil because she wanted to know if this life had been any different from her own.

But nothing

Not even Rigel seems to know why there is no different version of her. But to be fair it brings up another question for Rigel, what about the other girls? They’d never sought out to try and find any sort of alternate version of the other girls due to the guilt. But it now brings up the question that no matter the universe they had never seen a dopple.

But in that regard it catches the interest of the alternate justice league from this flipped world. Especially Owlman.

The entirety of the film is about his existential crisis that nothing matters because everything that could have possibly been done and said by you has been done before in a different universe. But here’s seemingly an outlier to this very idea, something that seemingly goes against multiversal theory in the form of a young girl of all things.

One that is moldable and malleable, something that in his eyes the entire multiverse deemed as important and literally one of a kind.

Someone with more power at her fingers tips than she could ever imagine with literal infinite potential.

Someone that could potentially shift any scale if she so deemed.

Someone they need on their side.

Yeah….his plan becomes less destroying every universe into first trying to manipulate y/n which failed and then into aight we doing this by force then.

Mind controlled y/n which I’ll call evil y/n for now is someone like you said that’s aggressive and most of all bitter. It kinda takes all of y/n stored away anger towards a society that left them to rot as well as the fact that they had to literally scrape by half the time and almost no one noticed nor cared. It kinda cuts off her memory at a certain point, the part where things got better for her, that she found a home and people who do care. As cliche as it is it’s that which is used to snap her out of it along with the general mental fog she has when not just focusing on her anger.

But anyway evil y/n is wholeheartedly destructive, using everything she can to essentially just destroy. Using that enhanced strength to good use, and while she can’t use her magical weapon on things that aren’t Shadowmites who’s to say she can’t find an actual weapon to do the job instead lol.

I feel like as well evil y/n would have a bit of not only a god complex but also simultaneously a lot of self-loathing. She uses being the only magical girl in the multiverse and being the only one to kill Shadowmites as a point of ultimate power, seeing it as things people should worship them for. But at the same time she hates herself, she so lonely and mad at everyone including herself.

Because why did the world abandon her? Why did it hate a little girl who dared to dream about helping people just like the girls in her shows?

Why did her parents leave her before she could even remember them? Was she not good enough? Is she good enough now for them?

Why did that little weasel who keeps telling her to “remember” choose her? Why did it place such a burden on her shoulders? Was it cause she’s expendable?

And lastly why does it tear her apart seeing people look at her in fear? Why does it hurt when those heroes go flying through walls when she hits them? Why do her eyes water when theirs do as well?

Her outfits would definitely be the typical evil magical girl wear black type of thing but I feel like hers would almost look in a way godly and ethereal. But then become more and more disheveled and dark as she mentally cracks more and more.

(Sorry this was a long response lol)

[kaledya]

I LOVE dark fantasy, (vamp/creepy gods) deep political drama and families and the steampunk vibe on it. The cherry on the top ! I'm probably more of a Edwardian era girly that Victorian era girly but love both of them.

For your story, its a nice start for the differences in social hierarchy, it's a classic. I am not familiar of Brandon Sanderson's (did I write the name right?) Books because they're not really well translated in my language, in my opinion. But I can help with some refs if you want !

For exemple, if you are new in writing this type of worlds, I would recommend "soft worbuilding and big on vibes". With visuals (anime) : Violet Evergarden, Howl's Moving Castle. Both are fantasy soft steampunk-y. You can see on the concept art, props, machinery that are not too complicated to make and design. Jules Verne's works/drawings are a basic for the steampunk theme! Of course.

Then If you want something more deeper for the construction of society, Arcane (the show) is a very good dichotomy of rich and poor. If you want to have nice victorian clothes searching, you have the manga EMMA from Kaoru Mori (beautiful drawings!)

I know steampunk fantasy books but I don't know if they are translate in foreign languages ??

ANYWAY ! I need to stop! Because this message will be longer than any human life spend ever ahah!

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Also yes I have started my own AU before I know your art. Just "how would I have written Hazbin Hotel ?" I did a full redesign of mostly all the characters, have OCs and deeper lore on Eve/Roo/Lilith part of the story and a ALL deeper lore on Alastor, Alastor's backstory. Its the focus of it.

Its very demonical hierarchy, bureaucratic kind of vibe ? Like :

Character : "I will postponed my duel. We need that information... and this file?" Other character : "Let me call this president... yes. I need a new weapon for... what do you mean half of my legion is fucking dead ?! WHO is training them ?! I need an advocate." (Hell have presidents) Character 3 : "What the hell is the Order of the Flies ? What do you mean Satan had a revolution in mind ? I need a coffee. No. Kill me."

I just think its so funny that demons have a human hierarchy, makings calls and just dying under paperwork. Its chaotic. For exemple, Charlie has brother and sister, one just left Hell to chill in Earth, the other is kinda married to her uncle ? Its just wild. But demons !

I paused it to write fully Arencha Amendable! At the beginning, It was HARD for me to remember that your prince of Hell (Constantine) for exemple, is not my prince of Hell (In my AU) or the fact Alastor as a daughter too in my AU who is NOT like Serenity at all ahah. So I really work on knowing your SS AU to be great at it !

I would be happy to show it to you but not in public.���🌸🌸 In case I want to write it on ao3 one day, in another timeline or something ahah

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I forgot to say that I love Lackadaisy too ! My favorite character is the Cajun cat girl... Sérafine ? Mordecai and the 3 main. The others characters are adorable! What's yours ?

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Yes I just love your art. Stop making me cry damn it *take gently my hamster back* thank you 🌸🌸

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Berserk is very great manga. I understand! When you said you have a t-shirt Berserk I look at mine and I was like (its a pastel t-shirt with a white cute bunnyon it) "slay !"

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And yes of course the beginning of Constantine and Serenity friendship is difficult ! And slow ! Like Hell is not a good place to have friend at all, and then Constantine is really not approachable for Sinners normaly and Serenity even if she is kind of a show girl (a greatest actor!) She is also someone discreet in her ways of doing things. I think ? Trust is complicated to built !

I'm happy you liked the Constantine/Verdelet little short story ! Your little dialogue was SO FUNNY ! Because that's a good resume :

V : "come on..." C : "I will not have sexual intercourse..." V : "Lesson time !! Look at this fleshy heart !"

I reread it just to laugh again at your dialogue ahah.

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Ahaha ! And I'm so ready for the Con and Lolicia fanarts ! 😭 all if your drawings. But don't worry if you don't have a lot of time to do it now.

Remember. I'm not going anywhere. Your studies/exams first🌸🌸

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I'm glad you like Abaddon !! And the short stories with Azrael and him !

AND I TRIED FOR DRAWING AZRAEL ! he was more complicated than I expected?!

And thank you for blessing mine eyes!!! What do you mean ? Ahah.

Have a great day too 🌸🌸

Yes, these themes are seriously awesome! I'm so glad to hear YOU loved it TOO!

And the Edwardian Era is also a very interesting Era, and its aesthetics are very beautiful.

And yes, you pronounced the name correctly, and don't worry, I just read the 1st book of Mistborn in English because they did not translate it well into my language too! (I had a headache from translating it).

I'm also thinking of reading the book called The Way of the King. I often see Sanderson being praised for his universe building! Inspiration is inspiration.

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THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR YOUR RECOMMENDATIONS And seriously, I have always loved the art design and environmental design of Violet Evergarden, it was also an anime that I loved in terms of story factors.

And YES! I definitely get a lot of inspiration from Arcane. In general, the Runterra universe is a universe that inspires me a lot.

Thank you again for your advice and resource suggestions, I will look into them all! Information is information!

The length of the message is really not a problem, I love reading what you write!

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WHATTTTTT!!! Luckily, I would really like to see your design for the characters and the lore you have in mind for the characters! And your version reminded me of the politics-based structure of the first 4 seasons of GOT Series where this type of dialogue dominates are truly perfect for me. And I think that the hierarchy of hell is a really important and interesting topic, and it's really nice to include these parts in the story.

And Yes lmao Imagine, there are papers lined up like mountains in front of the important figures in hell, and they have to read and deal with them one by one.

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Lmao I would 100/100 be the brother who goes to the world and has fun. Paperworks wastes people's lives.

And I really understand, after watching House of Dragons, I started to dont judge(dont think about so much) such events in such fictions And yes, it is hell, anything can happen there!

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I seriously find your AU interesting and if you come back to write it one day I look forward to reading it! And I was really happy to learn that we were considering similar concepts for AU snow!

And how is your AU prince and alastor's daughter's personality and story on ice! I'm seriously curious about your perfection!

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And lackdaisy is seriously amazing, I'm still surprised when I see the drawing quality of the comic, the illustrator is a very talented person!

Cajun Cat? I can't remember exactly, but I choose Mordecai and the main trio, they all have unique personalities. And I love that although Mordecia is shown as the most grumpy person, on the otherwise is the one whose facial expression you see the most.

My favorite? Hmm I guess my fav is Zib, the depressive musician cat who is fed up with life.🤌

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Yes, but it's still your decision whether to add this friendship factor to the story or not. You can do whatever you want, I'm okay with both options.

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And I seriously love the interactions between Verdelet and Constantine, they are two fun people to read! And I'm so glad you liked the little dialogue I wrote!

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And thank you so much for being patient and understanding!I'm really excited to draw them both together!!

-- And of course I will love Abbadon, I really loved his design and personality and I say again, your fanarts are really beautiful!

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First of all, I read it up to date and I liked all the chapters you posted. The activities to unite the team were really well thought out, Sir Pentious warming up to the team. Trust activity after he arrived

In general, the activity held among the hotel residents was really great, everything was thought out in detail, I really loved it!It was really nice to have the team interact with each other or to read Lolicia's reactions to some events. Alastor's dialogues are also really fun to read.

In the short stories, the vee's stories were really nice, reading all of them was both fun and I think it gave the reader a different perspective, it was a really smart decision and in those short stories...introduced OCs caught my attention, I'm already curious if we'll see them again in the future!

And I wasn't expecting to see the Constantine cut at the end of the Vee episodes. It was a really nice surprise and I really loved the way you showed him in the story. Again, it's a very Epic shot.

And your drawings were great, as was the short with Verdelet. The design of the succubuses in Story was very nice, and the designs of the other versions of Abaddon were very good. I really like your designs!

And The fanart you drew of Verdeletand Constantine in the past was VERY BEAUTIFUL, THANK YOU SO MUCH, MY EYES ARE BLESSED AND THE YOU DRAW CLOTHES ARE VERY BEAUTIFUL. (Verdelet gives me the material girl Vibe💅)

Thank you again for the fanart.

AND WE SEE A SECTION OF LOLICIA'S PAST. WHAT DOES THAT SCENE MEAN? WHAT HAPPENED TO HER? MANY QUESTIONS BUT NO ANSWERS!

*starts hanging pins and clues on the wall*

AND ABBADON AND THE ROO/EVE SCENE I REALLY DIDN'T EXPECT THIS WHATTTTTT????

But the way the scene was written and described was really great. I really loved the way you handled Eve and Roo. I already loved Abaddon. I can't wait to see more about him now.

I'm seriously curious about what route the story will take after the warm-up arcs are over!!

And PRIDE MONTH FARANT I seriously think you drew the characters very cute and beautifully, they all looked great, I really liked them, thank you for bleesing my eyes again!

I hope I haven't forgotten any detail, if there is, please let me know, I don't want to miss anything!

And I apologize for the late reply. I haven't been on Tumblr for a long time and the my ınbox was really full. I saw your message recently!

Thank you again for taking the time to write this fanfic and draw fanart. It makes me so happy to read your fanfic! But please don't tire yourself out and get plenty of rest, you deserve it! ❤️❤️🫂🫂🫂🫂

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

I have to ask where to fefeta and Erisol fit into your theories. Obviously fefeta exploding due to to two different people trying to apologize to her then arguing caused her to explode, and probably hint that the two halves are pitch for each other. But what about Erisol, why out of all alpha sprites, he is the most stable? What does it say about Eridan and Sollux? And a possible relationship of theirs or lack of one

Is Erisol the troll-sprite embodiement of Terezi’s and Gamzee’s shitty relationship. Absolute fucking disgusting codependence that allows them to wallow in their self pity. If that’s the case Eridan would be like a comfortable blanket for sollux, but not a good relationship

Why did Skaia give Eridan a quest that is knew Eridan would royally fuck up due to being raised as the next orphaner and thus have a trigger finger on anything big and white. Is Skaia stupid? Could Eridan come back to it at a later date and find that his quest is now to help the angels rebuild? Is it because Skaia accidentally made Satan and tried to set its most powerful aspect to beat it, overriding character development for hope players?

Answering these one by one:

For my thoughts on Erisol and Fefeta, see this essay and this essay.

It's hard to say why Gamzee brought the trolls back; I have an ask in my inbox positing that he's trying to set up pitch relationships (which I like the thought of) - I'm still rereading this part of the comic, so it's not super clear to me, either. I don't want to speculate when I can't be sure of my opinion.

Lastly, we don't actually know what quest Skaia gave to Eridan. We know that Eridan received prophesies from the angels of their lord, whom he believes he was meant to defeat, but it's unclear if this was his planetary quest, or some side thing he had to deal with, similar to how Feferi has an overhanging prophecy to "unite the two races" and Karkat has his to "bring equality and forgiveness between all bloodlines."

However, what we do know is that free will > predestination within this setting (predestination only exists insofar as characters paint themselves into corners with their own choices, but it was still their CHOICES that created those corners, and not the machinations of fate and destiny), and Eridan is the one who chose to give up his destiny of defeating LE:

GG: im pretty sure hes from the future! CA: wwhy GG: because he said hes my grandson … CA: that gun i just gavve you is somethin of a hatchright to the kid CA: happy i could play a role in your dirty stinkin lineage GG: like an heirloom? i guess it could be … CA: i kinda think thats wwhy i found the gun in the first place CA: but noww im forsakin it because fuck i just found a better destiny than my old crappy one wwhich i nevver got any appreciation for anywway

It wasn't an insurmountable challenge for him and his team, it was just one that they failed because they couldn't/wouldn't address their personal problems in time, and that he voluntarily abandoned. Moreover, if we assume that, indeed, Eridan's classpect quest WAS to defeat LE, then we can still see a fairly clear character arc set out for him: Eridan's main emotional conflict stems from his inner hope being in anguished conflict with the despair and anxiety he feels toward the future that Alternia laid out for him - orphaner, empress's sea dweller, nobility. As a hope player, his struggle lies in believing in things. It's encapsulated in the way he decries magic as stupid and fake and dumb and bullshit, but he FUCKING LOVES MAGIC, since he collects shitty wands and has no less than 6 wizard statues in his respiteblock.

That anxiety and despair won in the comic, and he went on a killing spree because he felt he had nothing left to live for; in a hypothetical scenario where he DOES manage to grasp his powers and destroy WITH Hope rather than destroying Hope itself, then the opposite would be true: he defeats his anxiety and despair, asserting a new belief for a better and brighter future, shooting a beam of "make impossible things possible" through LE's otherwise unconditionally immortal heart.