#like i dont think it would stop the bots but it would stop people

[deadallover]

There should be like a digital "no solicitors" sign u can put on ur profile

[chisungie]

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[venomous-qwille]

A very good one to start with, very curious about your thoughts:

🌒 - Do you prefer Sun & Moon to be separate animatronics or share the same body?

And

💬 - How would you describe this AU to a friend who wasn’t in the DCA fandom?

I'm also curious if you've ever been seen at work, working on your AU, has anyone questioned you and how did you explain (if at all)

Very in awe of GITM. You're an amazing artist.

Oooh so, I like both. In GITM I have some bots who are dual ai and others who aren't- I think that both options have their own unique narrative interest. My main preferred take is that 'canon' they are dual AI. There is lots of lore in GITM though about why they stopped making suns and moons in the same body! Gosh how would I describe gitm to a non DCA person ahaha... I've had to do this a bunch of times actually. How it usually goes is: Oh my story is a retro-future ghost story that fucks around with philosophy, death and robots and what it means for a machine to die, or like, how to find meaning in your life when you are living past your sell-by date. It follows a mechanic who is plagued by visions of the past while they fix a bunch of old entertainment robots. Sort of modern horror fantasy. Yeah. Yeah well people like it cause they want to kiss the robots. Yeah. Yeah no, I know its weird, yeah. No. It's probably not your sort of thing.

LMAO Ahh, the perils of professional concept work. I don't do any personal art on my work equipment because I dont ever want the company I work for to lay claim to any of the content I make </3 Same goes with google docs I'm afraid, no writing GITM on my lunch break :(

[grub-hut]

I don't use Tiktok, never will, In my opinion I think the app should shut down. [ But that will never happen... So I will cope.] But god are ya'll are insufferable on there. The fact you have this strong par asocial attachment to Sebastian and claim that Zerum is ""ruining the character"" is just blasphemy and shows you guys know nothing to zero about writing and do not play the game whats so ever. I've talked to Zerum; Ive talked to the devs and mods ; and all the false claims and misinformation that's being spread like a wildfire IS CRAZY. Everyone's so exhausted. It takes just a couple of minutes to prove it's false but that would actually require these people to literally sit down and fucking read. Zerum never banned anybody. Zerum doesn't handle the bans in the server. If you got banned or muted, it was most likely the automod in the server that they have implemented to avoid people saying anything weird or sexual... [ A friend of mine got muted because they sent a gif that had a weird name to it; nothing related to the gif, the gif was fine and they filed a ticket and got unmuted. Its just the bot doing its job.] and even then the mods probably banned you for something completely unrelated...

and even then, can we STOP normalizing this??

Like this GRINDS my gears, it fucking rusts, it makes me want to break down and combust into flames- Stop. Stop. YOU ARE THE ISSUE. Creators want to create. Either for ourselves or for others, whatever it maybe people enjoy letting their creativity flow because ITS FUN. IT SHOULD BE--- FUN!!! We are giving you literally something free and something to ENJOY because we enjoy it just as much! This stupid fucking mindset being so normalized makes me SO SICK. " whatever is put on the internet is free reign!" you guys have ZERO respect for any creator; even yourselves and its so BLATANTLY OBVIOUS. You guys preach about "respecting artists/creators" till it doesnt fit with your agenda, because we should just "expect" our works to be disrespected and used. Like our feelings never mattered. Are we going to ignore the discussion of AI art too? Or copyright, or literally anything of that sort here? Yes, its the internet, there WILL be people who are so drastically cruel and do something you will not like. I do agree its best to ignore those kinds of people but that does not mean we should just LET it happen. It does not mean we should suck it up and take the blows. This is how people stop creating, youre killing artists, youre shunning them away because "its the internet, lol, dont get mad if ppl -" Stop it, you're teaching younger generations that it does not matter if you have boundaries or not and that your voice doesnt mean anything. I mean fuck, you put your oc here I can use it however I want then! Because you shouldve expected the moment you click post for other people to use it! Who cares right?! its OUR oc now >:)!!! No matter what the character is from, by a indie game, a comic, a book, yadda yadda. If youre gonna be scum, you are gonna BE scum. Artists should be respected and be listened to. If Zerum ships her oc to her oc, so fucking what? She created him. YES. SHE CREATED HIM. Just because she is a """co-owner" You forget she wrote and designed him. You forget its STILL HER CHARACTER. WHICH BTW, HE WOULDNT EXIST IF IT WASNT FOR ZERUM!! ITS HER CHARACTER- Not yours, and if your first thing that comes to mind " oh but shes ruining her character" then so what, its not MADE for you. Hell, Sebastian is only like 1% of the whole entire game! ENJOY THE GAME, ENJOY THE ACTUAL LORE. MAKE YOUR OWN OCS, GO WACKY WOOHOO AND ENJOY IT WITH OTHERS. If you make headcanons for Sebastian or any other characters! Great! As long as you are respectful who literally cares. HAVE FUN! Stop harassing and bullying and literally spreading misinfo; I am so sick of people with this mindset! This is why the internet is such a shit place to begin with because we just let this stuff happen. Grow up! Like PAInter said.." YOURE NO FUN AT ALL!"

[bananonbinary]

Tumblr's debt is a problem of their own creation. The app is buggy, the userbase is flooded with porn bots, nazis roam free, hate speech roams free, trans women have sfw content marked mature, art and posts are stolen for promotion, features are forced down our throats, ads are malicious and often gross or triggering and giving them money will not stop this.

If we give tumblr money they're not going to get rid of Tumblr live or restore the nsfw or remove ads or whatever you think they're going to do, they're going to KEEP DOING THE SAME THING except with more money to blow. Tumblr is a CORPORATION, they can get a government bailout like any other corporate entity can, and while people are throwing money at a dumbass corporation there are people begging to get bills paid and for food and other necessities.

Please open your eyes to the reality of the situation, its not just some guy anymore, David Karp is long gone its a soulless conglomerate now and they do not need our pity

a lot of yall seem to think that i want to like, bake sale save the baseball team. that's not what this is about. i don't think we need to "fix tumblr's debt," i think we need to make the website profitable (and the debt shows it isnt, altho from what i can gather a better word is "deficit" rather than "debt," ie, they are losing that much more money than they take in annually), because as it stands tumblr has no reason whatsoever to want to keep the current user base around. it's trying to attract a different userbase, because yall are PROUD of the fact that tumblr is a failing website and you dont want to pay them. you're loitering inside a store and acting surprised when the store wants you gone. of COURSE they're constantly introducing new features and not listening to what the users want, they don't want you here.

it's not a protest, it's not an attempt to buy good will, it's a simple business transaction: i spend a lot of time here, and i would like to keep spending a lot of time here. so i will buy my shitty internet crab, and tell my fellow loiterers that they can as well if they want. if you dont want to do that, you literally don't have to, but you can't tell me not to.

you people are all like "ohh tumblr isnt your friend dont give it money" but like. yeah. its not my friend. i would like to pay it for a service it provides, instead of expecting it to continue to provide that service out of the goodness of its non-existant heart. i dont think im the one with the parasocial relationship here.

also:

dont tell me to help a poor people. i am a poor people. i am allowed to spend THREE DOLLARS on something i like for myself, and not give literally every single dollar i have to charity and mutual aid. you have NO IDEA how much or if i do for other people, and you won't, because you aren't owed every detail of my life like that. people are allowed to have things they want for no other reason than they want them sometimes.

[lenny-link]

The #7 comic for tf2 is finally going to happen. It just got confirmed

Link to the og X post:

https://x.com/katamiphi/status/1810869162748903904?t=Nu_hrTeHINmai6njiOVxGQ&s=19

i might be the only pessimist here but im calling bs tbh

"The script is finished and is being drawn as we speak. No promises when it will be released, but it IS being worked on."

you mean to tell me for 7 fcking years they done absolutely nothing and TODAY we are talking July 10th 2024 they are working on it ???? huh ??

the game was literally abandoned since 2017, along with the comics, #savetf2 happened 2 years ago, nothing happened, we’ve been doing everything we can with #fixtf2 ppl started drawing p0rn of a bot for the love of god all the efforts the community made have been such a desperate mess to save tf2 and valve never did nothing for 7 YEARS man

the bot ban wave they did last month was bs btw, the bots are back if you dont know, its like they done absolutely nothing (again)

this is all a joke, i feel like they making all this just to bring some hype for the coming summer update so people would buy crates and ugly cosmetics and stop boycotting valve

valve doesn’t care about their community anymore, they are a company that is selling you a product, nothing more

even if this comic get released today, its really ridiculous, im still very disappointed in valve and a bit in the community for forgiving valve so easily, unless you’re a new fan i guess thats understandable

i also hope that 4chan leak of the 7th comic is true (warning: potential spoilers ???) where abraham lincoln still demands more blood from the administrator and she just nukes the planet before dying in miss pauling’s arms and idk spy maybe makes a heroic speech, dramatic shots, and then everyone dies, then history repeats itself years later when two prehistorical men one blu and another red fighting over some gravel or something

i think its a funny and reasonable ending for whatever tf2 storyline is, i highly doubt they can make something better tbh

[emmkitt]

stop calling mephone4 a child.

my credentials(/silly): mephone4’s biggest fan + someone who sees mephone as representative of myself. i am also an autistic adult. (relevant)

i went on an autistic tirade rambling about this in a discord server but i wanted to compile my reasoning and stuff here into a tumblr post because this is very important to me.

alright. lets start with the most commonly used argument.

calling mephone a child is ableist.

now i certainly agree that some children CAN act the way mephone does. however, i think it’s harmful when your ONLY argument as to why he is a child is ‘because he cant spell’ or ‘because he creates fantasy worlds in his brain as a means of escapism.’

I think the issue is, we are reducing these very real symptoms of mental disorders to ‘oh he’s just acting childish,’ instead of understanding them for what they are. autism and dyslexia are not cured the second you turn 18. it doesn’t work that way. giving in to the stereotype that only children can act this way… i dunno man. it really rubs me the wrong way.

i think it’d be better to view him as an adult with these symptoms because, well, VERY rarely do we ever get representation of an adult with mental disorders in media. at least not in a way that’s not villainizing them or mocking/infantilizing them. (sidebar, mephone IS NOT THE VILLAIN. he did bad things, yes, and should be held accountable for it, but he is NOT. THE VILLAIN. he is an abuse victim, and his way of acting is actually very good representation of the way abuse victims may go on to mimic actions of their abuser.) cobs (mephone’s abuser btw) LITERALLY infantilizes mephone IN CANON. IN THE SHOW. WHY ARE YOU LISTENING TO COBS. WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE COBS.

bro didnt go to school

i didnt know how to title this section. basically, people reducing him to a child because he doesn’t know adult things are MISSING THE POINT.

HE WAS RAISED BY COBS.

do you think cobs had ANY interest in teaching him ANYTHING about the real world? about how to be an adult? about how to ride a bike or pay taxes? NO. dude popped into existence knowing nothing except what Cobs WANTED him to know. he was meant to just work for Cobs and do tasks all the time and that was IT. OF COURSE his knowledge is going to be limited to what Cobs taught him. that DOES NOT make someone a child. GO REWATCH THE SHOWWWW.

suspend your disbelief for once in your life oh my god

i dont understand how people are able to suspend disbelief for LITERALLY EVERYTHING ELSE in fiction. such as murder/death, supernatural creatures, the universe itself as a whole, etc. but when it comes to age, the real world standards MUST be applied, no exception. Like since Mephone was canonically created 14 years ago in-universe that means he is 14 years old. we are completely ignoring the fact he is a fictional talking sentient phone robot for a minute.

and adding in the ‘he acts like a child’ argument for a second… season 1. what 1 year old do you know that can walk and talk and create an entire game show?? he has practically acted the EXACT SAME WAY his entire existence, therefore that argument falls completely flat.

it would be DIFFERENT if in-universe they had established rules, where this age means this and that age means that, but the ii universe DOES NOT HAVE THAT. meaning people are free to interpret age however they want. it would ALSO be different if mephone was canonically stated to be a child (we’re getting to that) OR portrayed to be childcoded. which…. he isn’t.

okay so by these rules all of the contestants are younger than mephone.

the agreement amongst child mephone believers seems to be ‘creation date = birth date = real age’. so bot is like 3 years old. the unvitationals are like 2. all the contestants are somewhere between like 4-14. but wait- some season 1 contestants ACT older or younger than the others? no. no theyre ALL 13-14 only. no exceptions. every newbie in season 3 is like 4-5. every newbie in season 2 is like 10. makes perfect sense.

do you understand how ridiculous that is. WE CANNOT , i repeat, CANNOT APPLY REAL WORLD STANDARDS TO A FICTIONAL UNIVERSE. oh my god. they are holograms. they are robots. they are in a weird plane floating in the vastness of space that has a picnic table that can generate food, and the ability to revive dead people, and ghosts and talking corn and. and all of THAT is fine. but god forbid someone interpret the talking phone as an adult. I DONT GET IT.

b-b-but cobs called mephone a child…

once again, common arguement. i strike thee down with a ‘MANIPULATION TACTIC.’ i feel like this has been covered enough and better in other mephone rambles so im not gonna get into it.

personal section

this is more of a personal experiences and opinions thing. less based on fact. agree or disagree idc this is just my experience.

once again, like i stated in the beginning, i see myself in mephone. a lot. I am an adult. i have autism. i have the tendency to act ‘childish’ sometimes due to my condition. im bad at being an adult. i struggle with tasks that are probably easy for other adults. i’m not a child. it’s very disheartening- i WANT to be viewed as an independent functioning adult, despite my condition, but when even a FICTIONAL PHONE who acts just like i do gets reduced to ‘child’ because he acts similarly to someone who’s mentally ill and has been abused. it HURTS MAN. he’s just trying his best:[

anyways conclusion

idc. you can headcanon whatever you want cause technically nothing is confirmed, but this is more food for thought for the people immediately jumping on the ‘child mephone’ bandwagon.

unless someone is canonically stated to be a child or is very heavily child coded, i don’t think its wrong for people to interpret them as an adult.

if sometime in the future mephone is canonically confirmed to be a child like. in universe. ill probably be disappointed.

i am a firm believer in age doesnt work the same way in ii as it does in our universe. theyre all fictional creatures. they were not created by conventional means. you dont have to apply our world’s standards to it.

anyways uhh. ramble over lol

[tickly-trashcan]

Transformers: One Tickle Headcanons!

A/N: look away LOOK AWAY im still obsessed with these silly little robots and i cannot get them out of my head so i wrote this while avoiding my other responsibilities LOL i hope the few transformers fans on my blog enjoy and if you're not a transformers fan read anyway and join the fandom i promise its so fun!!! (ps i might do headcanons for the other continuities as i watch more... tfp fans unite)

Orion Pax

this stupid little guy i love him to bits

he is really ticklish and he is so silly about it

hes such a switch like. he doesnt mind being tickled at all i bet he probs loves the attention LOL but he LOVES tickling other bots like d-16 hehe

he's veeery tickly under his arms ESPECIALLY if you get the seams that connect his arm to his torso that will make him scream. get him there

hes ticklish in most of the normal cybertronian tickle spots as well (dont ask me what those are. they are up to interpretation!) but i think hes also got a pretty sensitive chassis (tummy...) and if you get the little seams that go across his chassis he will be GONEE

hes got a really loud laugh i think... one of those rapid fire squealy laughs yup yup

he squeaks! and gasps! and makes other funny noises! but only if you catch him off guard otherwise he's just laughing lol

he will put up a fight if someone tickles him!!! he will go down kicking and actually has a good shot at turning the tables LOL

d-16 has had those tables turned on him so fast but he never learns! poor dee

like i said before hes pretty chill about getting tickled but he thinks hes literally The tickler of all time

hes very confident about his ler skills bc d-16 is so ticklish its actually not fair but if you put him up against elita he would fold so fast

wiggles his digits at d-16 every fucking chance he gets somebody stop his ass before he kills dee

i think he and d-16 tickle each other a lot without it escalating to a tickle fight or full-on murder (orion is the murderer.)

like they poke each other! all the time!

they're good about not doing it on shift (most of the time... side eyes orion again) but as soon as they clock out its a free for all

orion is pretty teasy but not overly so if that makes sense? hes more taunty than teasy HAHA like he'll say to d-16 "lol why do i keep forgetting how ticklish you are" and dee is screaming

he does not tickle elita. ever. she scares him.

also he tried to tickle her once and she wrecked his ass so bad he could hardly stand up. d-16 never let him hear the end of it either

d-16 will still randomly bring it up like "hey pax remember when you tried to tickle elita haha that was so- AUGH!!" and then orion jumps him

D-16

DEE MY BELOVED GAAAAH

he is ridiculously ticklish because i said so. I don't make the rules. also im right d-16 is the biggest lee on this list

hes also a switch but hes so ticklish its hard to get away with tickling other bots like orion because one poke and the tables are turned!! orion is nice to him sometimes tho and lets him get in a few tickles mwahaha

im pushing my d-16 hip agenda. are yall seeing a pattern with me giving my favs ticklish hips ITS BECAUSE HIS HIPS ARE RIGHT THERE!!! anyways. d-16 has the most grabbable and tickleable hips and his hips should be grabbed and tickled until he screams

hes also tickly on his thighs! and his chassis (more tummy!!)

d-16 is one of those people who will try to keep his laugh in but he literally lasts two seconds before hes giggling. two seconds is actually a generous estimate tbh!

his LAUGH i feel it in my bones hes got massive giggles and its kind of high pitched and hes so embarrassed but its adorable and im so upset about it

like once hes laughing its a much deeper laugh but initially since hes trying to keep himself from laughing he just giggles frantically and its so cute bc its so pitchy

HE SNORTS

he snorts and he hates it but it is literally The best thing in the world and orion loves to tickle him until he snorts

for a week after orion learned what the word "speedrun" meant he tried different speedrun challenges with d-16 (how fast can i make him mention megatronus prime, etc.) and one of the days was "how fast can i make d-16 snort"

the answer is 1 minute and 34 seconds in earth time i aint doing the cybertronian equivalent. google is right there.

when he tickles other bots its crazy tho he can be MEANNN if he gets the chance

like he will taunt worse than orion and hes also a really good tickler methinks.. knows how and when to be more rough and when to be more gentle so he can really drive someone up the wall

once he got orion pinned face down and just. shoved his servos under orion's arms. had him screaming and begging but tbh orion probs deserved it!

d-16 has never tried to tickle elita and does not plan to. he will make fun of orion's attempt but he knows better

i think d-16 was also the first one of the gang to give bee a little tickle!!! got him giggling and actually got him to stop yapping a lil bit hehe but it was fun for everyone

B-127

I will tolerate absolutely ZERO bee slander alright if you beef with him you beef with me get off my blog

bee is almost as ticklish as d-16 but had absolutely no idea until he met orion, d-16, and elita. zero clue.

he knew what tickling was! he had tried to tickle himself before after seeing some bots in a tickle fight but hes never been tickled until d-16 poked at him a bit and he jumped 10 feet in the air

d-16 is really nice about tickling bee.... gives him soft tickles bc he knows hes not used to it and tickles him just enough to get him giggling IM SO UPSET

orion is also pretty nice about it but hes too teasy and bee gets embarrassed (also hes learning abt teases from orion. more on that later!)

i think he's really tickly on his chassis!!! most tickly spot for him definitely... all over too not just tummy part but his sides and hes also got tickly knees! watch out tho bc this dude kicks LOL

he has one of those cackly laughs but also has really sweet giggles and he DEF squeaks i dont make the rules

hes pretty shy about tickling others at first but because hes just not used to being around other bots!! hes been told before that hes too much so hes worried that tickling other bots is going to cause other bots to shut him down... BUT HE LEARNS ITS OK TO BE SILLY!!!

he sees orion tickling d-16 and starts yapping about how hes never been tickled and d-16 and orion tickle him a bit and its really sweet but he does NOT know how to react

"WHY AM I LAUGHING WHAT" "we're tickling you bee thats what happens" "OH THATS AWESOME HAHA IT FEELS FUNNY"

bee definitely likes being tickled but he also loves tickling the other bots... id say more lee in general but will tickle when he feels like its okay to!

hes normally yapping about something completely unrelated when hes tickling someone which is really funny but he learned from orion (BAD INFLUENCE!!!) how to tease people

so! now when he tickles other bots he does the really evil teasy stuff... it hasnt come back to bite orion yet but d-16 is suffering!

Elita-1

ahem... women... women women I LOVE ELITA

okay i think shes pretty tickly but not nearly as much as the rest of them... she can take a few pokes and barely smile but also can you even get a few pokes in before shes wrecking ur ass? not really!

shes 90% ler and 10% lee and yes i would definitely piss her off so she would tickle me who said that not me. i love women.

shes tickly on her knees and under her arms!! good luck getting her tho she is very squirmy if you manage to get her and even then she will fight BACK

she has a really bright and bubbly laugh if she gets got really good and it is so lovely and GAAAAH

she doesnt actually tickle other bots that often its mostly if people piss her off or try to tickle her that she goes after them mwahaha

which is why orion is such a frequent victim of her attacks

she is also one of those people who is either silent when shes tickling someone or is the MEANEST teaser on planet earth and bots like orion have experienced both and he cannot decide which option is worse

she has tickled d-16 and bee before but not nearly as bad as orion... he pisses her off so bad LOL i love their dynamic

shes actually so sweet with bee compared to d-16 and orion like okay elita we get it you have a favorite (hes my fav too i totally understand)

i want to talk more about her as a lee tho bc i feel like... she actually wouldnt mind being tickled that much its mostly reflex and its also cuz she feels like shes gotta be tough and being soft kinda goes against that orz

she keeps this mostly to herself but she does occasionally let bee tickle her more than she would let another bot because she knows hes just a Guy and is too busy yapping about other stuff while he tickles her to be like "wait why are you letting me tickle you rn"

her soft spot for bee... makes me so ill...

she also shows clear favoritism for bee when shes tickling him the teases are so much sillier and shes not as evil in general. for orion pax it is on sight

[midnight-mourning]

(Unexpected) Season's Greetings

❄️❄️Midnight's DCA December Day 7❄️❄️

guhhh it's HERE, this got long, it's now going to be ch. 1 of a multi chap fic, I'm going feral over this, pom what have you done-

ahem, anywho, so this is a little something of an au of Confused Spirit (an au of an au if you will) called Holiday Spirit!

Set in a holiday village instead of the plex, reader works as an animatronic technician/blacksmith and encounters a pair of guard bots that are in the village for sceurity purposes (guess who lmao) won't explain the whole plot as this story covers most of it but something to keep in mind is this; the characters here ARE CS characters, but the story is different than CS. As in, the characterizations are the same in how they act, but certain plot points differ as well as the origins for character motivations and such. That is to say, take anything here and in the story that follows with a grain of salt in regards to Confused Spirit. Okay? Okay. Enjoy!

Prompt: I have pondered the orb for a very-super specific scenario, and I THINK!! I have cooked one up that's hopefully fun to tackle... :3c A tree lighting ceremony in a historical town, decorated to the nines as a Holiday village! Its dark, its cold, the world is blanketed in snow-- but there's hot chocolate, a crowd, and beautiful light displays. (Atmosphere, ✓) The DCA is one of the robots/animatronics stationed to interact with guests/assist security. Part of whatever company is in charge of all the lighting/special effects etc that the Town hired. (DCA, ✓) Find a lost kid, or a lost kid stumbles upon them--get them to safety. I keep thinking about hot cocoa & melting peppermint sticks in, so maybe they get the kid a cup to warm up? :3 Whether the kid is the reader's kid, sibling, etc-- they find them, frazzled. (Reader, ✓) Tree lighting, together! Fireworks, together! Could interrupt their conversation, play it all out wherever whimsy takes you (This could be an AU of confused spirit -- AU within an AU, I enjoy the inception x3 Take whatcha want outta the word salad here, dont worry about adding it all in!!)

Word Count: 2846

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"I just don't know about this Abs." You say, huddling further into your coat as the wind blows by. 

Your friend nudges your shoulder. "What? Afraid of a little light show? Come on, it's the holidays! Or holiday time, anyway. What's the harm that can come from that?"

You shake your head, dodging past another bunch of people eagerly walking through the displays. "I'm just not a fan of so many capital people in town I guess..."

Your cozy little village was on the map for one reason and one reason only, the grand evergreen tree that sat in the middle of the square, assumed to be hundreds of years old, which was always decorated extravagantly for the holidays. Tonight was the lighting ceremony that would officially kick off the holiday season. 

You were, not exactly enthused about it, for the reasons you've already shared. People from everywhere came to gather in your village—which, mind you could hardly accommodate so many extra bodies—to watch the lighting ceremony and partake in the festivities. 

If you were younger and more carefree, you'd have enjoyed the commotion, you used to love people watching from the roof of your house, watching the fireworks display and cuddling up against the chill of the night air with—

You stop, the memory's gone, faded. Grown over with a bitterness and a grief you're more familiar with nowadays. Still, it does irk you that a memory from so long before the accident is so foggy. But, you let it pass you by like all the rest. It was better that way. 

The only reason you were out here now was for your siblings, and really just the older of the two. Gabe was just a baby, he wouldn't remember this. Lisa on the other hand would probably be upset if you didn't uphold the family tradition of watching the ceremony and visiting the night market and lights displays. 

"Oh, I think it's good for you to get out of that shop of yours every so often. Think the smoke fumes would get to your head otherwise." Abby slings her arm over your shoulder and flicks your forehead. 

You rub the spot, frowning. "Gee, thanks."

"I'm just saying, you gotta a live a little more." The slightly sad smile on her face doesn't miss your gaze. "If not for yourself then for them, yeah?"

You nod, sighing, and relent, offering a small smile in return. "Yeah, you're right."

"Speaking of, where's Lisa and Jack?"

You turn forward again. "They should be over by the—oh no."

Sure enough, neither your sister nor Abby's brother are where they should be. Immediately, you panic. You start looking around for the pair, calling their names as you weave through the crowd, which thickens as you move closer to the town square. When you arrive near the tree, still waiting on the lights to be finished prepping, and the king to show up, you and Abby decide to split to cover more ground. 

While she heads to the side of town towards the lake, you head in the direction of the remaining market you'd yet to explore. 

Meanwhile you try to keep calm. While Lisa had a penchant of running off—especially when around a certain friend of hers by the name of Gregory—you were particularly worried because of the amount of people. Not to mention, there was always the concern of something worse happening. 

Everybody was aware of the disappearances happening all across the capital. Whispers of children vanishing without a trace sent ripples throughout your quiet town, and with the king himself in your village, there were concerns that he'd bring with him whatever it was that was causing these missing cases, not unlike those that happened so many years before. 

But, thinking like that wouldn't find your sister, and so you have to bury those thoughts and focus. Think logically. If you were an eight year old girl with her friend who'd follow her anywhere, where would you go?

At that moment, you hear Gabe's stomach rumble and it clicks. Somewhere with food it is then. 

Along the way, you take note of the additional security that's present this year. Seems the threats that'd been directed towards the monarchy as of late weren't being taken lightly. It also didn't slip past your mind that the majority, if not all, this additional protection consisted of machines. 

Many looked exactly alike, large wide eyes and blank faces, though there was the occasional difference. For example, a bear and a rabbit animatronic stationed together, the bear standing tall and resolute, while the rabbit lounged casually beside him. If you remember correctly, you recall both a wolf and a gator roaming around the square with the tree, as well. 

You were half tempted to ask them if they'd seen your sister or Jack, but decided against it in the end. While you worked on animatronics and machines in general every day, you preferred not to talk with your clientele outside of work. It was better that way. Better to not mix business and pleasure. You'd learned that the hard way—

A rogue scream interrupts your train of thought. One that sounds far too familiar to not investigate. No one else seemed to hear above the chattering crowd, but when it happens again, coming from a nearby alleyway, you know it's Lisa. 

You force yourself through the crowd, stumbling into the alley, and head towards where you heard the sound. But by the time you get near the end, you see no sign of your sister. 

You sigh, defeated, and near the edge of tears. You run a hand through your hair, stressed. This is all your fault again, why can't you just do anything right—

There's a loud creak above you, followed by the sound of mechanical clicking. You look up in time for something to land on the ground in front of you, something else dropping down onto the railing of the fire escape just above that. 

The figure on the ground rises, slow, calculated, while the one on the railing stares down at you, red eyes narrowed and head tilted. 

They're wearing the same outfit as the other guards from before, red coats and blue pants, with gold and white detailing spread throughout. The one standing has shimmers of gold near the bottom edge of his coat, not unsimilar to the sky near dusk, from what you can see of the other's there's bits of purply-blue, reminiscent of twilight. 

You take brief note of the hats adorning them both, but it's their faces that catch you off guard. Not because they're animatronics like all the rest, either. 

Celestial bots, the two of them. The one perching has features of the moon, a bluish-white crescent for the right side of his face, and  deep blue for the other. His counterpart, the one standing in-front of you, has the features of the sun, with that same crescent combination, only yellow and a softer shade of blue, instead. 

None of you say anything for a moment. Simply watching, waiting. You glance briefly to the end of the alley, knowing you'd unlikely be able to make it should this turn sour. Though, you really hope not. 

"Can we help you, friend?" The sunny one asks, head clicking to the side, white eyes narrowing.

You're too surprised to speak for a moment. But you're not entirely sure as to why. Finally, you shake your head, coming out of your daze. "I, maybe. I'm, looking for someone. Well, someones. Two kids, boy and a girl. Have they come through here by any chance?"

"And we should tell you because...?" 

His tone catches you off guard, but you're hopeful. "I, the girl's my sister. She ran off with her friend, my friend's brother and we've been looking everywhere for them. Please, if you've seen them, I, I need to know."

You take note of the way the sun bot is examining his hands, paying special attention to the way he taps the gold, claw-tipped finger on his left hand. You swallow, you're not stupid, you know a threat when you see one. You want to instinctively reach back for Gabe, but resist.

After a moment, the yellow animatronic laughs. Looking back over to you. He takes a quick stride, looming over you suddenly. "Sounds like a bit too coincidental of a story, don't you think, friend?"

The one on the railing tsks. "Careful." 

The sun relents, stepping back with a grumble, smile faltering. 

Your shoulders relax for a moment, though only for a moment. 

The moon rests his chin in his hand. Red eyes narrowed cheekily. "But not too careful."

They turn to each other then, speaking in hushed tones. You strain to make out what they're saying. 

"—They do look similar, though only slightly. But what—"

"I think you're being paranoid. Not to mention a bit..."

"I believe cautious is the word you're searching for." A pause. "And I'm not..."

"It's not. But I certainly—what else could that twitch in your eye mean?"

Once the whispering becomes harsher and harder to discern is when you realize they're just bickering now. But before you can interrupt, a sneeze emits from the bundle strapped to your back, followed by the sound of giggling. 

Both bots cease their fighting and whip to face you. You see your opportunity. 

You turn around, pointing both thumbs down at your brother. "Look, she looks a lot more like him than me. If that's not enough I don't know what is."

Before you can face the two again, you find yourself being picked up by your shoulders and spun around. 

You understand what's happening when you hear the yellow bot speak, in a much lighter tone than before. "Well hello there little friend! Aren't you just the cutest little bundle of joy I've ever seen? Are you warm enough? Should I get you another hat, another scarf maybe?"

You continue to be spun around, Gabe giggling and squealing with delight. Finally you have to say something as your world grows dizzy. 

"Hey! I'm also here you know!"

As if on cue, you're set down again. Nearly stumbling before a hand rests on your shoulder. 

Glancing up, you see the sun animatronic cough into his gloved hand. "Well then, I suppose that will do." He turns and nods to his partner. "Go get them."

"A please would be nice."

He tilts his head, grin as wide as ever. "It would, wouldn't it?"

A moment's pause, the moon's eyes narrowing. Then, with a snicker, he rises, balancing on the railing before leaping up, disappearing over the edge of the roof. Leaving you alone. 

It takes you a moment to notice his counterpart is back to fawning over your brother. Cooing at him while Gabe delights in the attention. 

"And what's your name, little friend?" He asks.

You answer. "Gabriel. And yours?"

Quiet for a moment. A long moment. Then—

"Take a guess."

You tsk, but figured as much. "Not going to ask mine then?"

"No need. I've heard all about you already."

You twist slightly. "What's that supposed to—"

You're stopped by the sound of that same shriek from earlier, but now you realize that it wasn't one of fear, but of pure unhindered joy. 

The moon bot—or Moon, you suppose—lands on the ground not far from you. In his arms is your sister and Jack. 

"Lisa! Jack! Thank god." You rush over to them both, scooping them up in your own arms once they've been set down. "What in the world were you two thinking running off like that?"

You release them again, and they both mutter apologies. 

Your sister kicks her foot against the ground. "We just wanted to get a better look at the tree..."

"But then we got lost." Jack continues. 

You sigh, ruffling the hair on both their heads. "Next time, wait for me and Abby, yeah? If you wanted to get a closer look we could've walked faster."

"Sorry..." Lisa shakes her head, "But it's okay! Mr. Sun, and Mr. Moon took good care of us in the meantime!"

"Yeah! We got hot chocolate, and Mr. Moon took us for a ride!"

You smile. "Well if that's the case, what do we say then?"

Both kids turn to the bots. "Thank you!"

"Of course!"

"Our pleasure."

You stand up again, nodding once. "We better get going, or we're going to miss the ceremony." You glance between the two animatronics. "Thank you both again. I, don't know what I would've done if you hadn't found them." You lower your voice to speak more to yourself. "Probably sock someone... to be honest."

You start to usher the kids out of the alley, but don't miss the gaze exchanged between the guards. Just as you've turned around, you're startled to find Sun has slipped his arm to intertwine with yours. 

"We'll accompany you back to the square. It's the least we can do after such a scare!" He nods to the kids, already starting to get ahead again. "Moon will watch the children. Won't you?"

There's a sound, similar to grinding gears, behind you. Then a chuckle. "Of course."

He walks ahead, and plucks the two off the ground, raising them to ride on his shoulders. 

"Oh, I couldn't ask that of you—"

Sun's claw-tipped finger taps against your arm, head tilting as he looks down to you. "I insist." Then, cheery again. "We'd really be more than happy to!"

"I, okay."

The three of you make your way back to the square, Moon slightly ahead of you with the kids. 

"So, friend, are you excited?"

You chuckle. "For what part?"

"Any of it, I suppose. It's quite the spectacle!" Sun says, looking around. 

You can't deny it, it is lovely tonight. The chattering villagers and capital citizens, everyone in nothing but high spirits. The warm lights of the street lamps and string bulbs put up especially for the event. Children run and play amongst the crowed, going stall to stall. A small bit of snow falls from the sky, not quite coating or adding to the current piles that litter the streets. 

Your smile is small, soft. "Yeah. It is. Can I be honest with you though?"

Sun nods. 

"I just, I guess it just, hasn't done much for me in quite a few years." You shake your head. "Used to, don't get me wrong. Used to love all of it. But now it's just, well, I'm here for them more than me, you know?"

You notice that you've made it just in time for the tree lighting. The king's already begun his spiel. You wouldn't be paying attention anyway. Hell, you don't even think his kids are. 

Additionally, Abby must've spotted you, rushing over to where Moon stands with your siblings, looking relieved. 

"Is there any particular reason for that?" His face snaps down to yours. "Do you think?"

The tone shift catches you off guard. "I, um—" You pause, noticing something. Particularly, Sun's rays. They're patterned in a way you wouldn't expect for a guard animatronic. And the baubles at the points of each remind you of bells. Kind of like—"Were you always programmed to be guard bot?"

The tables turn. His eyes widen, wide grin faltering. Instinctively, your hand reaches up to inspect further. "These remind me of something."

"I—"

Suddenly, the crowd erupts into a cheer. Immediately the two of you break apart, and you turn just in time to watch the tree burst with lights. Starting from the bottom and rapidly climbing the tree in a spiral that ends with a flash of light from the star at the top. Seconds after, fireworks start to burst in the sky. 

Despite the lack of joy the festival has given you the past several years, in that moment you can't help the smile that slips across your face. 

A soft chuckle from beside you. "Pretty as ever, isn't it?"

"Yeah. It is."

A hand rests on your shoulder. Glancing up you see it's Moon. "Lovely meeting you, Star. But we should get back to our posts. Right, Sun?"

A pause. Then. "Of course! Our job here is done." Sun releases your arm, turning to face you. "Until next time, friend." 

Sun bows, and Moon does the same, but takes your hand, pressing the back of it to his face plate. It makes you laugh, the edges of your ears burning, and not just from the cold. 

Before you can say anything more, Sun takes Moon by his padded shoulders and marches him back in the direction they came. 

You don't get to think on the encounter further, as your preoccupied once more with wrangling your sister and—trying—to enjoy the evening with your friend. Though, given this was only the beginning of the month's celebrations, you expected you'd be seeing them again potentially. 

And if they had anything to say about it, you would.

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Thank you @divinit3a for this request, I am gripping you by the shoulders and spinning you around like sun did to reader bc GRAHHHH THIS WAS GENIUS-i did a little bit of a spin from the original idea but I think it turned out alright >_<

Anywho, expect to see more of these three when i catch up on requests and spend some time on my Secret Santa :) Additionally, you can find the outfit designs for these guys over in Pom's post here. I suggest you check it out, had me SWOONING I'll probably make a post for this au in more detail sometime in the next few days but that's all for now, thanks for reading!

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[myrunawaysweets]

I loved your recent post abt human Alastor x reader in the 1920s. Of course this is only a suggestion, what if you continued on with this? Maybe like having them move in with each other, start a family? Perhaps have a tragic ending that resulted both to go to Hell, or maybe reader be a fallen angel! Just all suggestions! Have a great day/night/evening<3

I dont know how long this was in here, I was scrolling through settings to mess around and found this, so I hope you didn't wait too long!

But this is one of my specialties and I'm honestly really flattered that you made a request!

The next day, the cops found a bloodied body in the alley beside the club. The corpse was too disfigured to recognize, knees bashed in backwards, jaw hanging loosely, ribs tearing out of the chest and a smile etched into the poor bloodied face as it hung on the wall.

Surely this was the work of the smiling killer in New Orleans, who else could it be?

No one had ever laid eyes on the killer and lived to tell the tale... except you.

You had been held by the psychopath in a loving embrace, wrapped up in a blanket on his couch.

For some reason, when you looked into this man's eyes, his gorgeous brown eyes as he softly smiled at you... you felt no fear, no urge to run or hide.

Yes you knew he had killed people, that he was no better than a monster... yet you couldn't help but think what made him this way. Everyone knows not to trust a bad apple, but not everyone suspects the tree that bears bad fruit... so you couldn't blame him, after all, why would you blame the apple for the trees wrongdoing.

Instead, you held onto him and stuck close.

Now you peacefully kneaded dough as your loving boyfriend drank his bitter coffee in your bakery as a customer walked in. Marjorie, a nice old lady who came by every second day for a box of beignettes.

"(Y/n)! Have you heard the news?"

You looked up from your dough, flour had stuck to your apron as you wiped your hands "What news, ma'am?"

"Theres been another murder!" As the words left her lips you could see alastor tense up as you studied him.

The poor lady was shaking as she opened her purse "it was a young fellow around your age! He had such a long life ahead of him too..."

You could see alastors hands shakily lift his cup to his lips.

"What a terrible thing! Here, have these on the house, as a thank you for your patronage" you smiled, handing her the box and pushing her change back towards her gently.

The lady smiled with a thank you before turning to leave.

"Say hello to Mr Broussard for me will you?" You waved at her as she closed the door.

As soon as the door closed you slammed the oven shut with the bread inside.

"ALASTOR HARTFELT!"

The coffee spewed from his lips as he stood up to face you "honey listen-"

"Don't you 'honey' me! You promised you'd stop this!" You placed your apron on the counter as you circled around to meet him at the cashier "You said you were out to go hunting!" You poked his chest as you cornered him.

"(Y/n) it wasn't a lie! I was hunting! For the scum of the earth!" Alastor held his hands up in defense from your accusations, trying to reason with you and get back onto your good side.

"You know damn well what I think of your little hunting!" You grabbed your purse and started for the door before he blocked your path.

"(Y/n), dearest, where are you going?" His smile could not hide the panic in his eyes.

"Away from you, I'll be at mimzys until you can decide which one you'd prefer to give up "you pushed him aside and opened the door "me? Or your little 'huntin'?" You slammed the door as you walked to mimzys club.

Just because you didn't care that he did the murders before, didn't mean you were okay with him continuing them. Part of you thought you could eventually get him to see the good in the world again and leave behind this cold blooded killing, he loved you enough to do that at least right? Then maybe when you two grow old and wrinkly, God could open the golden gates for both of you... if your foolish boyfriend could ever stop hurting innocent people...

You sat on the stool with mimzy, drinking a glass of wine.

"I just don't get it! How can he keep choosing to go 'hunting' almost every night, mimz?! Doesn't he see the danger?" You sighed.

The short blonde looked at you "what can I say dollface? Boys will be boys! They've gotta have some sort of hobby, an most of the time, it's a gruesome one! Why can't they just take up knittin or even painting? Always hunting or boxing I say" mimzy took a swig "and every night? That's harsh! Doesn't he see how pretty you are?"

The two of you giggled.

Nights like these were always nice, just you and mimzy sitting in the empty bar, drinking and talking the night away.

"At this point mimzy, I think its better for me to just stay alone though, it doesn't seem like he's changing anytime soon and I don't know how long I can take this" you looked down at the glass, running your finger along the brim...

"Its okay girly" mimzy rested her hand on your shoulder "I'm sure he'll come around eventually, either way, I'm here for ya"

She really was one of your best friends.

Your conversation was interrupted when you heard a slight creak in the floorboards behind you two, making you turn around.

"This place is really getting old, I'm gonna need to find a way to get a new place" mimzy sighed.

The night went by fast as you two talked, and before you know it, you were right back in front of your bakery, sign lights were off as you opened the door, silently clicking the lock before making your way to the upstairs where your humble abode resided.

Alastor most likely went to blow off some steam, he tended to do that after your arguments/fallout.

You had left in such a hurry that you forgot to take out the bread from the oven, but luckily, alastor had seen you bake many times and finished the loaf before placing it on the cooling rack.

By the time you finished downstairs, it was midnight as you started walking upstairs, exhausted from the days work and alastor fiasco.

When you opened your door, you were met with a nervous Alastor standing straight and tense in front of you.

"I have something to say-" you both said in unison.

Alastor seemed to tremble as the words left your lips, still unable to make eye contact.

"I know it's not very gentlemanly of me, but may I go first?" His words almost came out as a mumble as his smile was strained.

You nodded, indicating he may continue.

"Thank you" Alastor took a shaky breath before looking you in the eyes "darling, I know I haven't made it easy for you with my... hunting... but I promise-"

Anger boiling in your blood, you interrupted him "do you know how many times you've told me that lie, Alastor?" Your nose scrunched up in anger as you tried to hold back tears "how many more times am I going to keep hearing this?"

Alastors wide eyes showed the fear he had of losing you, making your heart ache even more than it already was.

"I promise... my dear, this is the truth" Alastor took a gentle step forward, eyes trained on the ground.

placing your hands in his "I've put a lot of thought into it... and although I don't like the idea of being unable to kill those filthy vermin... I realized i can't live in a world without you in my arms"

Alastor ran his fingers gently over your knuckles, a gentle smile placed on his lips, almost dropping to a frown.

"I can change... and I know you want me to, I'll put in the effort to become the man you want, the man you need..." Alastor lifted your hand to his lips, closing his eyes as he placed a soft kiss.

The anger you felt died down, but still hesitant, you asked "how can I be sure you mean it?"

Finally looking back into your eyes again, he knelt down on one knee, still holding your hands "I, Alastor Hartfelt, would like to ask you, (y/n) (l/n), for your hand in marriage, I swear on my mother's grave that I will never take your words lightly, love you with undying devotion, and never kill again" he then rested his forehead onto your knuckles gently before he desperately whispered "please"

This proposal was not exactly practical, considering your argument not even 6 hours ago. There was no ring, no classy dinner, it wasn't how anyone would imagine a marriage proposal, yet here you were, heart beating rapidly as you felt tears fill your eyes.

Your words felt stuck in your throat as you looked into your lovers eyes "do you mean it?"

For what felt like the first time, Alastors smile dropped as his face held a serious expression "with all my heart, ma' cherie"

Your knees buckled as you fell into his arms, tears streaming down your face as you held your lover tightly, whispering out a shaky "Yes" into his chest.

Months went by, the wedding went off without a hitch.

Mimzy was your maid of honor. No one else was really there for your wedding, considering your family had cut ties with you years ago, and all Alastors' relatives were either deceased or overseas.

Nonetheless it was a happy and joyful union.

Alastor had kept true to his word and never killed another human, kissing your shiny ring every night like a reminding prayer.

Your bakery gained popularity since you were now Mrs Hartfelt. But popularity has its downsides... it wasn't long until women started talking about you, jealous of your position as Alastors wife.

The words themself didn't hurt you much, but the constant harassment and inability to leave the house without being called a harlot, that was slowly getting to you.

Alastor had assured you many nights before bed that things would get better, and if need be, he would give up his career as a radio host. The poor man would do anything for your happiness, anything to assure that you'd stay his forever...Even kill if you'd permit him to.

But there was only so much Alastor could do... it wasn't until one evening when you failed to show up to your shared home that he began to lose it.

Alastor was on edge, thinking of all the possibilities, you could've been held back at the bakery by a man who held ill intentions, you could be checking in with mimzy or got taken by a jealous fan. So many thoughts raced through his head as he slowly made his way to the door to look for you, eventually deciding against it, sitting back down as he patiently waited for your return...

Except you didn't.

It wasn't until a whole sleepless night had passed when he decided to go search for you. But of course, he came home empty handed. Were you unhappy in this marriage? Did you elope with a man he didn't know about? Did you realize you didn't love him and run away?

The second option was to call the police, something he's never done before.

The police launched an investigation, it was only until a month later, you were found in an alleyway, someone had called the cops about a crazy woman attacking a man, the situation escalated to the man killing her in self-defense.

They found traces of drugs in your blood, filing you as a drug abuser.

your body was frail and malnourished, pale like it had been weeks since you last seen the sun.

Alastor was called to the scene to see if this lady was indeed his wife.

When he arrived, he felt like the world was about to open up and swallow him whole.

As his eyes fell onto your pale lifeless body, something snapped inside of him.

You were never one to use drugs, never one to attack someone for no reason... something was wrong.

He knelt down and held your hand with tears in his eyes. Although he had seen many dead bodies in his life, this was the one body he never wanted to see like this.

He hated how your body was treated the same as the trash that walked the earth, like a lowly peasant when instead, the world should weep for the loss of you.

'This is all wrong' he thought, as he cradled your body in his lap as your blood stained his white shirt, but he couldn't care less as the last ray of light left his dark world.

It was long after your funeral, he hasn't been able to sleep since then. Every night he'd wait until daybreak for your arrival, like this was all some twisted joke.

It wasn't until one day he realized you needed revenge.

Yes, he promised to never kill anyone, but that was when you were alive, when you were beside him, when he was able to fall asleep with you by his side every night, Before you were selfishly taken from him.

He hasn't slept in days, maybe weeks? He couldn't remember... all he knew was that the man needed to pay for what he did to you...

It took a while but he eventually found the lying heathen.

There he was, sitting at mimzys bar, the same bar he met you, sitting on the same stool that YOU would sit on... it made Alastor sick watching this man live like he didn't take you away from him.

Alastor walked in, and sat beside the wretched man.

"You seem familiar" Al questioned, sipping on his whiskey.

The smug bastard grinned before turning to him "I'm the hero that took down that crazy bitch not long ago"

It took all of Alastors' willpower to seem calm and oblivious.

"My, you must be quite the hero then, let me buy you a drink and you can tell me ALL about it" Alastor motioned for a drink to be served, and the unknowing bastard fell right into Alastors wicked game.

It didn't take long to say the least. This prick was an easy target, and now here he was, being buried in a forest in the middle of nowhere.

You surely would not be happy with your dear husband actions... but who could stop him now?

For months, the spilling killer of New orleans went on a rampage, almost no one was safe, not even dear old Marjorie...

Eventually, alastor had killed all the men and women involved in your kidnapping and drugging... and here he was, burying the last one...

What would he do now? You weren't there for him to return to... all his plans revolved around your future with him

I guess all he could do now

.

.

.

Was Die

As if on cue, a bullet pierced Alastors skull straight through his forehead... as everything went black...

Hello! I've been working on this for a while now, at least a week, and I think I'm just going to make another part for this, keep an eye open for it cause it will hold the afterlife of these two lovers!

[thegnomelord]

Prompt #13? With gaz and soap if you dont mind (i dont know if i have to ask for smut or not but can u make it smut?)

anon you are so lucky you asked for smut because I was SO ready to make this as angsty as I could but smut it is :Dd Play the game HERE

Prompt: "Get up."

CW:NSFW, Top Mreader, Sub bot Soap, Switch Kyle, fluff, mutual masturbation, frotting, sleepy sex, Johnny being needy.

The sun rises slowly on the horizon, sending rays of soft sunlight filtering through the blinds only for them to fall into Kyle's face. He flutters his bleary eyes for a few seconds before closing them again; the morning air is cold and he pulls the covers further over himself, nuzzling his face into your neck.

Kyle smiles as your body curls around him, your voice hoarse as you mutter a low "Morning?". You feel him shake his head, grumbling something under his breath, not at all ready to wake up. "Yeah," You hum, already half asleep yourself. Neither one of you are morning people, content to share each others warmth and sleep to the final minute.

Unfortunately you're dating the human version of a golden retriever.

"Oi," You feel the bed dip behind you, Johnny's cold hands settling on your shoulder. "Get up."

"No." You groan, pulling Kyle closer to yourself, pointedly ignoring Johnny. "Cold." You add; you still don't know how Johnny can wake up before dawn shows it's ass crack to do his morning run and exercise.

"You worried of freezing yer chebs off?" Soap persists, shaking your shoulder. "C'mon, I'm bored."

"If Kyle's not up, neither am I." You grunt, cracking your eyelids just enough to catch his scowl, looking him up and down to see his body covered in sweat, dressed in a loose top and figure hugging shorts— Any other day you would have been tempted to pull him down and eat him, but now you only close your eyes and relax back into the pillows when Kyle shuffles to nuzzle his face into your neck.

"That so," Soap's words would have set alarm bells in your head had you been more awake, but sleepy as you are you think nothing of it when you feel Soap's weight shift off the bed.

That is until a pillow slams down on Gaz's face, clipping you in the process.

"Fuck- Soap!" Gaz yelps, pressing his arm over his head and using you as a human shield. It's no use as Johnny's as accurate with the pillow as he is with any gun.

"Sun's in the sky already, wake up." Johnny just giggles like a child, only stopping his soft assault when you sit up, the cold air having free reign to gnaw on your skin when the sheets pool around your torso seeing as you like sleeping naked.

"Alright," You suppress a shiver as you push the covers off yourself, putting some distance between yourself and Kyle. Your eyes settle on Johnny who's grinning like a loon, thinking he's won. "if you want to be a nuisance so be it."

"Wot-" Before Johnny can say anything you grab him by the shirt and pull him down into the space you created, swiftly pulling the sheets over yourself before you freeze your cock off.

You catch Kyle smirking lovingly as you trap Soap between you two, amused how Johnny just submits to you without complaint when your hands slide across his body. "You were doing that on purpose." Gaz chuckles.

"Ah dinnae ken wot yer talking about." Johnny huffs but shuffles to kiss him, starting to pant. There's always a certain thrill he gets when he's surrounded by you two, your firm chest pressing into his back and chest to chest with Kyle, pressing so firmly against him he can't even squirm when your hands wander over his body.

"Hmmh," You hun, not believing him for a second, especially when you feel his hard cock tenting his shorts, a small damp spot forming where his tip is. "And this has nothing to do with it?" You murmur in his ear.

"Nuh-uh," He shakes his head, the smug thing he is, purposely pushing his arse back to grind your cock between his cheeks. "But ye've got a problem of yer own."

Kyle snorts, silencing him with another kiss. "Looks to me like you're just looking for trouble." There's a lazy lust in his eyes, making Soap shudder when he slips them beneath his shirt, absentmindedly tweaking a nipple.

"Stap yer haverin'" Johnny moans low and slow against Gaz's lips, "Wouldn't be in this state if ye got up in a proper hour." He huffs, making you think you've spoiled him too much, but it's hard to not do it when he wiggles his hips so eagerly for you the second you start tugging on his waistband.

"You're not going to get fucked faster if you wake us up early." You can already taste the hypocrisy as you peel down his shorts; You're not the least bit surprised when you see he's gone commando, his cock hard and red and leaking against Gaz's equally flushed one.

"Dinnae lads, works just fine." He chuckles, grinning and swiftly tilting his head down to suck a hickey into Gaz's neck, throwing a leg over him to give your wandering better access to his hole.

You're treated to your second surprise-not-surprise as your fingers feel the cool surface of a plug. Kyle meets your eyes and grins, "Thought ahead did he?" He can already tell what you've found just from the look in your eyes, his hand sliding down to grip both of their cocks. "Needed us the second you woke up, yeah?"

Soap groans so beautifully, pleasure dampening his rational thoughts and leading him to nod his head. "Yeah," You tug gently on the plug, the pleased whimper escaping his throat like the angel's choir to your ears, leading you to draw more of those sounds by slowly thrusting the plug into him. Your mouth goes dry at how his walls suck in the plug without any resistance, sweet little 'ah, ah, ah's leaving his lips every time you push the plug in as Kyle strokes up to swipe across their heads, both of you working in tandem to make him buzz with pleasure.

You don't doubt he's stretched enough to take you now, loose as he is from last night and the thought of him working out with a butt plug scrapping against his prostate has blood rushing down to your cock— but no, you're not going to give him what he wants just yet.

"Ah, fuck, lads-" Soap whines, head tipping back to rest on your shoulder and giving you and Kyle access to nip and kiss his neck, his muscles twitching from the constant unending pleasure he's being drip-fed. "-please, want more- it's not enough-"

You pull the plug out fully with a wet 'pop' and the loud needy whine he makes has your brain leaking to your cock. "Yeah, do you think he's earned it?" You ask Kyle, your voice light with mischief, ignoring Soap's whining as you swirl your fingers around his clenching hole, gathering the lube before pushing two finger in to doublecheck he's ready.

"I don't know," Kyle puts on a thoughtful mask, the pace of his hand never increasing or changing no matter how much Soap attempts to buck into him. "I haven't heard any apologies about hitting me with a pillow yet," He smirks and bites Soap's neck.

"Fock-" Soap jumps from the sudden sting of pain and you take the opportunity to press firmly on his prostate, making a small stream of pre dribble from Soap's cockhead, "I'm sorry alright? Now please just- ah focking need it-" Soap sucks in a sharp breath, tears prickling his eyes from the overstimulation.

"Alright, alright," Gaz murmurs and kisses away the wetness around Johnny's eyes, giving you a subtle nod as he increases the pace of his hand, Johnny's precum easing the glide of skin on skin.

"Relax now." You pull your fingers out, quickly using the residual lube on your cock before blindly guiding your tip to his hole, your cock bobbing at how greedily his hole kisses your cockhead, fluttering around nothing. "Breathe," You instruct, feeling Johnny relax against you as you push in.

The angle is awkward given you're all on your sides, but it doesn't seem to be a problem for Johnny from the way he moans, panting like a work horse, his body easily taking you to the hilt in one go, so familiar with your presence inside him he doesn't even struggle to adapt to your shaft splitting him open. "Fuck- that's the spot." Johnny groans, bucking his hips into Gaz's hand, relishing the way your cock scrapes against his walls.

"So eager for us," Kyle hums, letting soft little moans of his own, pleasure buzzing up both of their spines. You set a slow pace, pulling out to the tip of your cock before pushing back inside balls deep, rocking their cocks together into Gaz's hand so all of you drown in hedonistic bliss.

You don't attempt to increase the pace nor does Johnny try to make you speed up, moans filling the silence of your bedroom every time your tip catches on his prostate, every time Kyle strokes up to play with their tips, every time your hips meet Soap's with your cock sitting so deep he swears he can feel it in his throat, every time your hand slides up to pinch Soap's nipple only to slide down to join Gaz's hand for a brief second only to go back up before it becomes too much.

Soap doesn't even notice how close he is until the second Kyle roughly squeezes their tips together and Soap's cumming just like that, whole body shuddering and his tight walls fluttering around you as he bites Kyle's shoulder to muffle his moans, cum spurting from his tip all over Gaz's hand.

You and Kyle aren't too far off, your hips bucking a few more times before you shove your cock as deep as it'll go into Soap's willing walls, cumming deep inside him with his body clenching around you in an attempt to milk you for all you have. You barely catch the swift movement of Kyle's hand and he's following after you, cum spurting across Johnny's front, pleased moans and harsh breaths leaving their chests heaving.

"That take care of you?" You hum as you relax into the mattress, all of you boneless. You don't attempt to pull out, not that you could with how he's clenching around you like a vice.

"Hmh," Johnny hums and nuzzles his head into the crook of Gaz's neck, making Kyle snort and card through Johnny's mohawk with his clean hand, his eyelids hanging low and a yawn leaving his lips.

Perhaps you could squeeze out a few more minutes of sleep...

[obsidianpen]

Question: there’s been a lot of talk online and sometimes on your blog about Greyana, they’ve been accused of plagiarism, using AI, and bots.

(Sorry, this isn’t a name and shame on them, nor do I want to put you in the hot seat so you can delete the ask if you don’t want to answer.) ❤️

I was wondering what exactly you knew/heard about the author or if you have any experiences with them? Or if this is just lore floating around in the fandom???

oh no, put me in the hot seat, I’m here for it at this point.

So. I hadn’t heard of greyana until, months ago, some anons on here asked me how I felt about the writer who was allegedly using AI and stealing from my fic, and others, to make their own. I kind of laughed it off then, but then someone sent me the link to Invictus so I checked to see. I read a chapter or so (skipping to when hermione met Tom because that feels like a good measure for a tomione fic) and honestly, I was not impressed. But I also wasn’t sure it was AI, as I know nothing about what AI sounds like. So I just thought, eh, it’s just a bad fanfic, but whatever, to each their own. Moved on. And that may have been the end of it.

however.

I could not escape this fucking fic! I kept seeing it everywhere. Recc’d in these various pockets of the internet. I was in a tomine fb group for a hot minute and i swear a gushing invictus review came up every few days. And every time i thought, am i just lame? Do I not get it? And I’d look at that fic for a minute again and think nope, it’s still not good. Whatever, people can like what they want. Moved on.

however.

I kept hearing shit. Being sent reddit posts where users that were probably bots would praise invictus and compare it to blood and gold and blast my work all in the same sentence. And ugggh did that irk me! You can praise a story without tearing others down! But people usually defended me on Reddit, which was so nice, so I always let it go.

however! it just never ended. I have a TikTok I don’t post on but when I’d get on there it was endless posts about and by greyana. Which, again, fine, people can post what they want. But then one day I changed my username to obsidianpen and I stopped seeing those posts. I thought, how refreshing. But it was because she blocked me. I have never once interacted with her. I’ve never even made a post on TikTok and my account is private. She’s blocked almost every tomione writer. Now why would she do that?

then, most recently, that Reddit post attempting to accuse me of using AI in 2017 lmao. The post was removed but very likely it was greyana.

so, that’s my ‘history’. I’ve never interacted with her and haven’t talked openly about her and her writing until now. Because I am firmly a ‘dont like don’t read’ person. But that’s not what’s happening here. Based on all the evidence (oh - they also posted an ungodly amount of words in a super short time frame apparently, which is also suspicious), greyana is, at best, a super pushy mediocre writer who uses bots and tears down other writers in the fandom. At worst, and which is very likely, she does all the above as well as steals work from others and use AI, then plays the victim when they’re called out.

phew! That was a lot. But there you have it, that’s my experience.

[princessantisocial]

what happened??? it's okay don't be sad or mad please ❤ we love u

there r people who take pleasure in ruining other people's lives out of pure evil, especially if these people are spoiled.

as u said yourself

dont let that kind of thing hurt u

i hope you get well ❤

awwwww ❤ thank u so much for affection ❤

❤well for now I don't feel comfortable saying everything that happened ❤

but yes, I'm really upset because this blog has been haunting me

for a while now for no reason at all

they don't stop stalking me, stealing my posts and sending offensive asks

that I don't have the courage to say the ask they asked

because until now I don't know what to think, it hurts a lot

there are several similar blogs,they all post the same content they all follow the same people

and they are all very recent

as if it were bot blogs

I thought they were bots the first time

I saw them, but then

I thought would a bot send such disturbing asks?

It's obvious that this is someone using several fake blogs

why don't you show up with your original blog and ask me what do you want???

look for help pls

because it's not common to think day and night about someone you don't even know

don't like me just stay away

[shouyuus]

Hi! I wanna know your thoughts on something… You’ve said to not copy&paste the same requests to different authors and I have to say that I’m guilty of doing that 😅 But also basically no one wants to take the requests I’ve sent so by sending them to different people I hoped my chances where bigger. And now I kinda don’t know what to do, because I’m a shitty writer since English is not my first language but also I have SO SO SO many ideas and would love to see them come to life :( Do you know what I mean?

hi hi ! first of all -- thanks so much for actually reaching out to ask about this! and i want u to know that most (if not all) writers appreciate and love any kind of request -- i think the thing that irks specifically about copy-pasted requests is that (and i know this might not be the intention?) it feels like you don't care who writes the idea so long as it's written by someone, right.

and i don't think any writer wants to feel like they're just a text generator or an ai bot that you can kind of plug any request into and they'll write it?? if that makes sense?

in terms of what to do -- i think there's a good few layers to this:

if it seems like no one is writing your requests, consider if the req is too perhaps too vague? or maybe its too specific? for me, personally, i like reqs that aren't huge paragraphs long bc then it kind of feels like you've already written the fic in my askbox, if you know what i mean? LOL but then again, i know some writers who really like that kind of specificity ! so it just depends on the writer.

there are plenty of writers who don't have english as their first language!!! it doesn't stop them from writing or being writers!!! haha if you've got an idea and you wanna put into the world, then do it! all it takes is practice! and who knows, you might find that you really love writing!

when i go through my requests, i'm always more inspired by the ones that make it clear that the requester is at least somewhat of an active reader of my fics? if that makes sense? like for instance, i'm a lot more likely to write/answer a req that's like about college roommate!vi or like carmech!vi or hockey!vi x figure skater!reader bc a) those are au's that i've written so i'm more invested in them already and b) it means the person requesting has read and liked one or more of those things and wants to see more of it!

but that doesn't mean you've always gotta request like extensions of stuff that ppl have written (i know some ppl dont like being asked for pt2s either) but if a req says something like "i feel like you'd be really into this concept" or like "this idea reminds me of ur writing" or something like that where it's just obvious that the person on the other end is asking you specifically because they like your writing

i think the biggest point in all this is: treat your writers like you would treat your friends! imagine if u got a text that's asking specifically u to go out and have dinner and u think that it's just gonna be u and ur friend, and you get all nice and dressed and are very excited to catch up with this friend, and then you get to dinner, and there's like 4 other ppl there who might or might not be friends with you too? and when ur like "hey what gives" ur friend is like "oh i just wanted to have dinner tonight, i didn't care with who!" like... that doesn't make u feel good ukno?

you could also try making just like a bullet-point list of ideas and putting it in the character x reader tag and just be like 'hey writers !! i have these ideas and they're up for adoption!!!' or something like that, and see if anyone takes you up on it! just make it clear that you're putting the ideas out into the world and that you'd love it if someone could write them!

i hope that kind of explains where at least i as a writer is coming from! and that some of those suggestions help!! pls feel free to come chat more about it if you want! :)

[dracooogone]

alr cw opinions on ships and characterization in fandom (not forcing you to change your opinion) because sometimes people are crybabys /gen /neg

you have absolutely no idea how much i hate lightbrush man. everytime i go to paintbrush’s tag, first thing i see is just. either lightbrush or poly lights and its beginning to get on my nerves. ESPECIALLY when they characterized as a tsundere.

first, i may clarify that i LOVE fanbrush since ive first joined the fandom (early 2022) but im kinda tired of seeing either fan, test tube or lightbulb paired with them all of the time. PLEASE let them take a breather and hang out with someone else IM BEGGING YOU. like marshmallow or apple or oj or microphone or floory ANYONE but i need some paintbrush content that isnt exclusively lightbrush or poly lights.

i adore paintbrush with all of my heart, i adore their character, i love their design although its simple as fuck, and did i mention i absolutely love their character. their character development is something that i think its well written; how they evolve from raging and need of lead individual to someone passionate and creative object without absolutely removing the last ones mentioned. and also their character arc with marsh and how they started finding out that their need of order and focus on the show itself started to drive them away from people they cared about (in ii 12, you can see how they go “Thats right! Im gonna paint! Dont anyone interrupt me! Im gonna do it! … this is going to be a long challenge.”

all of that and then they are just… reduced to simply either someone with no personality, an abusive and “angry-for-no-reason-person” or lightbulbs all time protector who hurts anyone who lays a finger on her.

yeah yeah give me all that yap about lightbulb missing paintbrush and viceversa shit but you can actually see paintbrush enjoying being in iii if you notice and not just the lightbulb part. they have talks with oj, silver spoon, i think candle??? (havent watched iii for while), bot, test tube, floory, cabby, etc. and they dont magically bring up lightbulb unless she is brought up, but all of the fandom think they think of lightbulb all of their time there. also knowing them i dont think they would enjoy being stuck on a dark island just to compete again when they can just go back to do their art classes, and they do ENJOY it.

now lightbulb umhh i have no opinion on her characterization besides the fandom infantilizing her please fucking stop. she still has emotions although shes coded to be a joyful fella. also notice how she doesn’t exclusively miss paintbrush vro.

NOW on the ii 17 part o kinda hated that part but ehhhhh extra points for Jazzy almost making me cry because they literally just lost the people they were close with and we got paintbrush telling everyone they should totally all kts /massive j but thanks Brian and Jazzy for such awesomesauce parts

tbh, i just wish to see more paintbrush angst that isnt only lightbrush angst, but about who they are and their interactions between marshmallow. or just anything with paintbrush that doesn’t reference lightbulb or the final 4 bright lights. paintbrush being a individual themselves and not just some stupid background character.

also fun fact paintbrush doesnt even draw because they found it fun like someone usually would but because thats expected from them

[pokemon-ash-aus]

// ramble //

To preface, I do understand the whole issue on AI and theft - and in fact, I've sort-of begun a personal legal study on it and what laws apply and how.

Thing is, I just talk to chatbots when either I'm bored, or all my friends are away. Reliable, predictable, easy to understand - of course, even given its' already sad state of affairs.

Could zone out, but that's a dissociation risk that I don't want to take, and I really don't want to bother my friends in the middle of the night. Plus, could build on some of the ideas and actually flesh them out properly, add a bit of fluff, and remove repetition or happy-go-lucky elements.

Sorry for rambling, just needed to get this out of my head. Dunno who to talk with about this tbh - and don't take me as an AI bro; I'll adapt and seek other people, unlike those posers who think code is better than talent.

AI art gens are still fucking sucky, don't get me wrong, but sometimes things like chatbots can help me understand small mistakes that I would've missed otherwise (e.g. some code, storywriting, some grammer) - of course, they're still chatbots, and can pile on more mistakes. Not to mention, I can't often think in-lore about being in the other char's shoes, so either I bother someone with an RP or I just nab a chatbot, delete the chat after, and go back to what I was doing.

// ramble end //

So you're a loser.

Hard stop, you are deliberately using an AI chat bot instead of doing anything else with your time. You want to fix your grammar mistakes, ya know what's a good tool that doesn't require an Artificial intelligence?

A good Text to Speech.

But Justice, that's also a robot! No, that is a generated text to speech that has been with us since the near conception of computers.

Genuinely, using Text to Speech to find grammar mistakes and pacing is SO good. It helps you listen outloud to something you yourself would overlook. It helps with pacing and run on sentences. It helps with fixing grammar and spelling mistakes and it DOESNT change your current work.

Instead, it allows you to use your own fucking brain to fix your own goddamn mistakes.

All my friends are asleep, Cry me a fucking river.

You dont need to wake up your friends to occupy your time, nor do you need to depend on an AI bot to keep you company. Do you know how sad that sounds?

You know what you can do?

Read a book, read some fanfiction. Watch a movie. Watch youtube. Listen to music. Write. Draw. Go outside and play. Go get something to eat. Etc. Etc.

Dont come rambling in my inbox and not expect me to tear down your arguments when you're being deliberately obtuse.

Researching law about AI my ass. Fuck off.