#lilac yaps

[justalittlelilac]

What if I finished my Qiu fic and then the day after, post my Baxter x reader fic on CHRISTMAS??? What then? What then, huh?

[lilacmuffins]

i love a good excuse to talk about landline

[oc-tober (day 7/8) - likes/dislikes]

I DID MOODBOARDS FOR MY @landlineau (FNAF AU) CHARACTERS A LITTLE WHILE AGO THIS IS PERFECT .., (combining the two days because i wanna!)

>> Scott Caldwell & Azrael Moone

okay so maybe it isn't perfect and doesn't exactly fit the prompt but i wanna TALK ABOUT THEM!! so i will. ,... so scott technically isn't my oc, he's my landline au (that started as a crack fic) version of phone guy. but i've given him so much personality and backstory that he's BASICALLY my oc.. so i don't care!

these two have been bffs for YEARS btw, they're like siblings and i love them so very much

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scott's moodboard/prompt related explanation: [faceclaim is from the adriabun picrew!] scott has been working with freddy's for years, and he has gone through his fair share of terrible awful things with this company. he sorta likes his job, at least the part where he's able to be around the kids and animatronics. he and azrael both like coffee, and their maine coon cats (which were part of the same litter) are named after different drinks. he hates being called "phoney", a nickname that a lot of the staff has picked up since he did the training tapes and, as assistant manager, does interviews over the phone and things like that. he's always loved the animatronics, even after being witness to the "Bite of '87", something that (spoiler alert) someone he cared about was involved in. he LOVES foxy the pirate fox, and could rant about that thing for hours. also he really likes pizza, even though he's been eating the freddy's stuff for years! ... but he really hates blood. the smell of it reminds him too much of the bite.

azrael's moodboard/prompt related explanation: [faceclaim is addison grace (he/they), a music artist i listen to!] azrael (they/them) works at the prize counter at freddy's thanks to scott, and they really love their job there. they're also a type of person who just kinda "loves love", they're really friendly and don't like having things against people or anything like that. however, they do not like when you mess with their loved ones and they will probably at least hurt you socially by spreading around things that are true. crazy, lowkey. they're a big gossip and can keep a secret until they need to share it. they also aren't a huge fan of being neglected or talked over, it reminds them too much of being around their biological parents. as mentioned above, they really like coffee. they're a big collector of "kid's toys" and vintage items, which is a reason why working at the prize counter is so cool to them. very big fan of the color magenta and their best friend, scott.

,,, i could talk about them and their likes/dislikes for so long but then the post would be INSANE to look at soooo...... yeah! that's them.

(prompt list & more about the landline au below the cut, just to keep the post shorter!)

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Landline AU: It started as this big crack-fic thing; a joke with my friends about "a Phone Guy x Reader, how would that even work? he has no personality!" ... and then i got way too attached and this big story has become almost my whole life. some of my best writing, even. River is technically from this universe too, with her being Scott's daughter. It's a little nuts, if you ask me. I work on it,, ALL the time... Y/N is basically their own character at this point.. save me.

Prompt List:

... at this point was i even following the prompts? i tried but then i started rambling so who knows.

[landlineau]

landline restaurant layout

so i was trying to figure out where the HELL everything would even be in the restaurant, um.. i tried to use my extensive knowledge of old animatronic restaurants to set it up but like,, i have no idea what i'm doing.

in the landline au, i imagine that this is the original Freddy's location, like the first one. NOT the diner though, like... this is its own thing, this is the first specifically Freddy Fazbear's Pizza location. you know? (it explains the safe room and.. things within it)

[soft-likethesunset]

LILAC WIIIIINE IS SWEEEEET, AND HEADYYYYY LIKE MY LOOOOOOOVE LILAC WIIIIIIIINE, I FEEL, UNSTEADYYYYY, LIKE MY LOVEEEEEE

[averagetmntfan]

Merry Chrysler Mike :DD

TYYY!! I hope u had a nice Christmas:DD

[paperflowers115]

head in hands i wanna yap about my cuphead oc so bad but. but my moots don't really like it and idk if my friends/gf would wanna listen to that im gonna screeaaammmmm

[bigmeandragonlady]

it's so fun to think about how the admiral basically admits to running away from his problems

he gets in an argument and is gone the next day on an 'investigation' and the character i've created is skilled enough to quite literally hunt his down when they get to that point.

she jumps down from the trees and nearly gets stabbed

[sundewhasaudhd]

“What’s it calling when you stop zoning out? Zoning in?”

“We gotta lock in you guys”

Me and @lilacquintet a minute ago

[proffbon]

The Yappers

[justalittlelilac]

Did that "search your name and add 'core' on Pinterest" trend, but did it for my OC Lina. These are the results:

I wanna see yours!

[nyoxt-was-here]

Me, knowing pretty damn well that I'll never own a house with the yard: When I'll own a house with the yard I'll research all the blooming plants that can grow in the area, and plant them in the yard to have different flowers aaaall the time from spring 'till autumn!

[landlineau]

been working on landline/landline related stuff since literally like 6pm yesterday it has been 12 hours nearly non-stop (minus a few trips to my twitter for you page).. i am two monster energy drinks in; i have work at 1pm.

great news though: chapter 9: "See You on the Flipside!" is published!

(cross-posted on ao3, wattpad, and quotev)

[weneedhelp]

yk that thing. where you're either a listener or a storyteller/speaker - who's who?

storyteller : lilac (me)

listener : esa

storyteller : joy

listener : loki

storyteller/listener : niwa

[angelsdvsts]

as he disappears into the next room, lilac was left on the floor questioning his actions -- one moment he was saying hurtful things to her and the next he jumps into action to help her bleeding hand. when he comes back, she's impressed with how he's quick to assess her hand, "well, it's kinda stinging like non-stop," she admits knowing that it was her own fault. if she wasn't so caught up in her feelings, she would realize picking up glass with her barehands was the stupidest thing she ever done. lilac tries not to flinch every time he dabs against the wound, eyes couldn't help, but drift over his features watching as he so intently observes and clean her wounds, leaving her wondering how he knew what to do. her breath hitches at his confession, heartbeat rapidly at how he's opening up to her. "how many years did it go for?" she asks, concern wash over her features. their fight was the least of her worries now, all she wanted was for him to continue to open up to her. . . to finally understand why he acts the way he does.

        The stark contrast of his current concern compared to mere minutes before is entirely lost on him as he fixates on taking care of Lilac. His protective instinct is easily taking control over his usual restricted façade, and for once, being vulnerable is the least of his worries.  “ Okay, got it. ”  He quickly fetches the kit then returns to wash his hands before sitting on the floor beside her.  “ I'm gonna clean it, okay ? Tell me if it hurts. ”  He's quiet, face rigid as he carefully takes her hand into his. The situation hits far too close to home, and he's sure she's bound to be questioning his sudden change in attitude. As he's focused on dressing her wound, his mind wanders back to their argument and the things she accused him of. He doesn't know why it's affecting him so deeply when he's heard plenty of slander without a single care to defend himself before, but he does know that she deserves to know more than he's let on.  “ My dad hit me a lot growing up. ”  His voice is soft, strained, and he keeps his eyes on the wound to seem more unaffected than he actually feels. Maybe it's not the answer she's looking for, but for some reason it feels like the right time to give way to his past.  “ I had to learn how to fix myself up quickly and quietly. It's why I keep a first aid kit in my car. ”

[my-craft]

Since I was asked about it and I really love yapping about symbolism, here’s the breakdown of what flowers are in each bouquet and what they mean

(Disclaimer I’m not an expert on flowers and am going off of google and a Victorian flower language book, alright, disclaimer over, let’s go!)

Full explaination of the symbolism under the cut!

Desert Lily- overcoming challenges

Rue- regret (Grian immediately regretted killing Scar at the final duel)

Marigold- grief (same as above)

Desert rose- resiliency

Desert rose- resiliency

Cactus- they never left that ring

Amaryllis- pride, strength

Poppy and Lilacs- desert duo was such a big part of this series and I’m a sucker for a good overarching symbol

Scott:

Heather- protection/ luck (I was thinking with him and his axolotl, he protected the axolotl and it ended up being a bit of a good luck charm)

Violet- modesty (he started with only two hearts, a modest amount)

Magnolia- dignity

Jasmine- Amiability, Cheerfulness

Clematis- Ingenuity, Cleverness (he prepared well and thought out his endgame strategy, very clever)

Rosemary- remembrance, wisdom

Orchid- elegance (partially because I really wanted some pink in there for his axolotl but also it was a well played game)

Pearl:

Wattle- flower of Australia

Dogwood blossoms- for Tilly 💜 (it also means ‘our love will overcome adversity’)

Begonia- to repay a favor/ a warning

Nettle- revenge

Alyssum- literally translates to ‘without madness’ and also has ties to witchcraft and apparently was used to treat rabies

Anemone- forsaken love

Wormwood- bitterness/ grief

Primrose- luck, joy

Daffodils- unrequited love

Martyn:

(I was a little mean with his, I’m sorry Martyn)

Cherry blossom- symbol of time passing, and how short time is

Gladiolus- you pierce my heart (he killed the last two contestants with a sword, I think he’s the only winner to kill the opponent with a sword) (Grian-fists, Scott- arrows/zombie, Scar- fall damage, Cleo-zombie (ha) Joel- fall damage)

Bilbery- treachery (he backstabbed his former teammate)

Tansy- hostility

Laurel- victory

Orange Lily- good luck

Coral- homage to the mean gills

Fir- an evergreen tree, another symbol of time and a nod to him now having all the time in the world now he’s won

Petunia- resentment (it’s harsh but he kinda resented the idea of a fair fight between the three of them)

Scar:

Sunflower- false riches (it’s scars chosen flower and it fits so well for the trader that never had any good trades)

Foxglove- riddles, secrets (its called Secret Life, I thought it would be perfect)

Datura- deceitful charms (scar was incredibly shrewd, clever and charming, this is an excellent flower for him)

Crocus- cheerfulness

Dandelion- magic, transformation

Poppy and lilac- hey, I haven’t left the desert either

Fern- magic, secrecy

Cleo:

I didn’t have much for them because it was only one episode but I’ve got a few

Larkspur- levity (it was a fun session and they seemed to have fun with it

Sweet pea- ‘thank you for a lovely time’ (they had a lovely fun time!)

Chamomile- energy in adversity (they were having a tough time with the vr aspect and still kept up energy)

Cattail- peace and prosperity (they kept fairly peaceful with everyone until the end)

Joel:

Honeysuckle- devotion (he was incredibly loyal to his family

Yellow Azalea- friendship, family

Ivy- fidelity, attachment (once again, incredibly loyal and stayed true to his family)

Yarrow- love, strength, courage

Cornflower- hope in love

Zinnia- everlasting friendship (family is advanced friendship)

Blue hyacinth- sincerity (he kept true to his word)

[monarchberrysblog]

𝑼𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍

part one — nasty dog 🐕

An inspired baby daddy au from @yougavemeyourheartyouknow as I wanted to add my own spin to it!

🥏 summary: you and miguel meet for the first time…

🥏 content warning: suggestive content ahead! miguel is a little perv. (ooc miguel), poor dog training tips (I've never owned a pet, period, so don't take my word for it.) and slow ahh, character introduction, and lastly, cheesy rom-com layout.

🥏 word count: +2.0k words (I might have over done it....)

🥏 author’s notes: ive been so excited to post this! I hope you all enjoy and thank you for taking the time to read as well 💙 I do apologize for not posting as it has been a difficult time for a lot of people including myself other than that, thank you for reading 🥹

🛝 not proofread! 🛝

As the minutes passed, the little puppy unleashed an unrelenting chorus of barks and yaps, desperately seeking attention from its indifferent owner. With each eager yap, it yearned to escape the confines of the cramped apartment studio, dreaming of the wide-open spaces of Central Park.

The tiny puppy dashed energetically across the glossy laminated floor, its pink leash dangling playfully from its mouth. As it eagerly pranced about, it suddenly skidded to a halt, only to miscalculate its stop and bump gently into the corner of a nearby side table.

The impact drew a soft whine from the floppy-eared pup, adding a touch of vulnerability to its spirited spunk. With determination shining in its bright eyes, the little dog shook off the moment, its fur ruffling, and then set off at full speed toward a specific bedroom, its tiny paws pattering in excited rhythm.

The thought of stretching its tiny legs amidst the soft grass was nothing more than a distant hope, an innocent wish for freedom that seemed far too extravagant to fulfill. A fulfill that is a need than a want.

The puppy sneaks in between the open crevice between the door and the doorframe. Its little nails scrape against the wooden floor and stop at the bedside. The puppy drops the leash on the floor before confidently yapping its little barks to its owner.

The puppy whines in defeat before its dark eyes lock on the throw blanket, and a little idea forms. With a big bite, the puppy bites on the fabric and plays a round of tug-of-war against the blanket. The little idea finally works, as its owner wakes up and tugs the blanket back towards them.

“Bella, por favor!” You groan, firmly grasping the blanket and tug. The puppy, Bella, growls and yanks.

Despite the satin pink ribbons decorating her ears to give her an innocent look, the puppy was far from it. She growled lowly from her chest cavity, yanking on the lilac blanket.

“Let go!” You strain through gritted teeth but get a harsh bark from the puppy, causing you to drop the blanket quickly.

Bella yips and rolls around the blanket, losing her small figure in the fuzzy material. You sit on your bed now, looking at the hyperactive puppy rolling around your laminated floors like a piglet in a mud hole. You blow a heavy exhale, effectively blowing a strand of hair away from your face.

“The chick at the shelter wasn't kidding…” You exhale and rub your eyes. The tiny puppy continues to roll about before she stops as if she remembers why she wanted to raise chaos into the morning. She fetches her leash, wagging her tail.

You groan and nod. “Only for fifteen minutes. To pee and poop.” You drag yourself out of bed, taking your blankets down with you.

She does a victory lap around you as you muster the courage to step out of your apartment. “Give me a minute, Bella…”

“Hey, just to let you know, this pupper is active.” The young woman warns, mindlessly chewing on her gum while holding her clipboard. Her sharp eyeliner slices into your ego as she continues with the uncomfortable blank stare while mindlessly writing something on the adoption papers. “Yeah, don't worry.” You dismiss before sticking a testing finger into the cage. The cocker spaniel puppy eagerly licks your pointer finger before barking and running laps around her keddle.

“No, I'm for real. She lives to cause chaos.” The young woman shrugs and tugs at the sleeves of her sweater.

You dismiss her warnings with a shrug before standing up straight and nod. “I’ll take…”

“Bella.” The young woman finishes your sentence before handing you an pen and the clipboard with the adoption forms.

“Yes. Bella.”

“Congratulations, you adopted a friend.” She monotonously announces and hands you a package. “Puppy pads. You'll thank me.” She huffs, grabbing the clipboard and writing a couple things down on your documents.

And here you are. In Central Park in your Hello Kitty pajama bottoms with a loose sweatshirt that is too stretched out. Your hands rest on your hips while looking down at your puppy. She only looks up at you with small whimpers filling the space. “Did you pee or poop?” You exhales, putting your hands down in defeat. Bella only whines out a sound of distaste, tilting her head to the side.

“Isn't this what you wanted? You won't go on the puppy pads.” You question the tiny canine as if it could understand your words. She continued to look up at you with big eyes while whining.

“What could you possibly want?” You groan, covering your face in defeat. “You haven't pooped since yesterday!”

Through the crevices of your fingers, you look at Bella and see her back on her paws, her little tail wagging. A glint of mischief is in her eyes. “Don’t think about it” you mouth before her little legs bolt off. “Bella!” You exclaim and chase the small puppy immediately after. “Come back here!”

Bella races ahead, her excited barks shattering the tranquility of Central Park as she bounds through the autumn landscape. With each leap, she sends a cascade of crunchy, raked leaves spiraling into the air, creating a chaotic whirlwind around her. "Bella! No!" You shout, your voice mingling with the rustling leafage as you sprint after her, heart pounding against your ribs.

Her marathon comes to a close as Bella runs down a gentle slope in the park, captivated by the enticing aroma of sweet bananas wafting through the air. The puppy halts abruptly, her ears perked and her nose twitching with excitement as she nudges her damp, button-like nose against the young man's calf, eagerly pleading for a taste of the delicious snack he had at hand. The royal blue cap contrasted the grey sweatpants and sneakers he had on, making him stick out like a sore thumb, but it was enough to pinpoint where he was at the bottom of the steep hill.

“Hey, little one,” he chuckles, a warm smile spreading. He crouches down, extending his hand toward the playful pup. Bella's tail, wagging furiously, responds enthusiastically. She licks his fingers clean from the banana residue and lets out cheerful yaps before darting around him in joyful circles.

“Bella!” You shout, shuffling down the steep slope towards your pup and man. “You are in so much trouble, missy—” You exhale. Your words are immediately muted as you barrel into the man at full speed.

Almost out of a cartoon, you roll down and crash land on each other, leaving your puppy and personal belongings behind. Bella yaps before the sound is muffled, still trailing behind you and the stranger down to the flat land.

“I am so sorry…” You stumble about, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “It's okay, nena.” He groans and props himself up on his elbows. “You okay?” He exhales. His trembling hands cups your cheek, brushing away any strands of baby hair away from your face. His touch is light, tracing your soft skin and brow. “I’m fine,” You pause and swallow dryly reducing the patchy spot in your throat. “Where’s Bella?”

The puppy's yaps filled the personal bubble between you as she jumped, her collars ringing from her name tag and leash.

“Does that answer your question?” he chuckles, his touch still gentle. But in all seriousness, no problems breathing or dizziness?” His tone is even and mellow, decompressing the chaotic mess you pushed him into. Quite literally. “I can breathe, but having two hundred-something pounds against my chest would be a counterintuitive statement. Please get off of me.” You exhale.

“Of course…” He scrambles off of you and pulls you up from the dead pile of leaves that cushioned the fall.

You dust off the brown and orange leaves that cling onto your pajama bottoms before squatting down to pick up Bella. “I am so sorry about that! Bella isn't used to the outdoors other than her potty time.”

He chuckles before scratching the back of her floppy ears. “Puppy training?” He questions before pulling his hand away and adjusting his baseball hat. “Yeah? The shelter says she has no self-control.” You again swallow and squat down to fish the end of the leash. “It's been delayed because I'm working two jobs now, and it's hard to squeeze it in.”

“Right…” He acknowledges. His eyes wander down, taking in your squat formation. The pajama bottoms didn't do any justice to conceal as they only amplified your figure more, more specifically, the swell of your rear. His eyes stay glued on “you” momentarily, and he looks away when you get back up from fishing the collar through the dead leaves on the grass.

“Once again, I am sorry.” Your cheeks flush a bright red, your ears joining your cheeks. His eyes dart around, looking at a tree from the distance instead of the swell of your rear begging to be looked at. "Right." He stops and clears his patchy throat, his mind running to think of another disinterested response. "I mean, I understand." He nods, shifting his weight on his two feet. "My dog, Apollo, was like that when he was a puppy." He nods, mindful of the pace.

You nervously laugh, attempting to save the conversation from being anything but awkward and suffocating. "That's so funny..." You mumble before hoisting the small puppy up into your arms more. "Well, I better get going, Bella needs to have breakfast."

"Wait," His voice is coarse and parched before he clears his throat and calls out again.

"Let's start over again. I'm Miguel." He stammers, a rosy tone in his cheeks appearing despite the lip of his cap barely hiding his features. You turn to face him again and smile, introducing yourself.

"I would like to get to know you better."

Seeing a German Shepherd smelling the cocker spaniel pulled your heartstrings before the small puppy barks at the giant dog, causing the canine to retreat—the puppy yaps before chasing the big dog around the mellow park. You giggle before crossing your arms over your chest. “You aren't wrong, Apollo is a gentle giant…” You sigh, seeing Bella continue the chase with her floppy ears bouncing.

“Told you,” Miguel chuckles, tilting the cap upwards. “He loves playing with puppies.”

His eyes move to you, lingering on you for a moment, and his gaze returns to the two canines playing. The giant canine returns to Miguel's side, with Bella yapping around the large canine. "Enough, Bella." You pick up the puppy, latch the pink leash on her collar, and place her gently on the grass. Bella looks up with pleading eyes, and a slight whine from the back of her throat is audible. "C'mon, it's time for breakfast. Say bye to Apollo." You demand the pup.

"I'll see you around, " you ask Miguel. Of course..." He exchanges a soft smile, a soft glisten in his eyes, seeking more. "C'mon..." You encourage the pup, tugging the leash. With a slight whine, she follows behind, her floppy ears bouncing with every step, leaving the two new companions behind in Central Park.

Bella turns around, her tiny body buzzing with excitement as she yaps joyfully. She barks a cheerful melody in the autumn air. She trots eagerly by your side, her fluffy tail wagging like a little flag, radiating pure happiness. Her moist button nose twitches as it delicately inhales the diverse scents drifting around, a mix of freshly cut grass and the tantalizing aroma of hot dogs sizzling on nearby grills.

Often, she glances up at you with wide, sparkling eyes, her expression a blend of playful mischief and undeniable affection. The park around her bustles with life, children’s giggles filling the air. The puppy's heart swells in excitement, anticipating the next unplanned playdate.

It wouldn't be the last time she saw Miguel or Apollo. There was going to be another next time. In her small conscious, she sensed an extended stay from the companions.

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