#lobely children au

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Lonely Children

@dire-kumori @lonelyfreddles

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Was thinking of the Little Things au while I had some time. And all I could think about was the differences between the way that Logan and Victor probably handle the newly small Reader. Also known as "VICTOR NO!"

(In the process of drawing this I realized I had no idea how to draw small children lmao) Decided to keep Reader pretty blank so it can be whoever people wanted. (Victor/Sabretooth design is kinda my take on a couple mashed together versions of him, not sure if I'm keeping it or not lol.) Victor can be a really good babysitter...once people remind him that he is caring for children, not actual animal cubs. He'll get the hang of it eventually.

Reader is trying to figure out why they're so small and why everyone else is so big,eanehile the adults are all trying to do a crash course on how to care for mutant babies and toddlers and five year olds.

(Spoilers: A few of them need to retake the class, and everyone is forced to pick a few kids to focus on... Take your guess which adults pick which kids, especially if this is X-Men Evolution AU...)

( @vivid-bun I lobe your art!!! Look at them! It's cool, and really sweet, seeing Logan and Victor take a crzck at parenting/babysitting a baby or toddler Reader, who I assume is just confused and rolling with it for now. They're so cute. The fluff. The colors. The designs. You did so great, @vivid-bun! I had a good break, amd I'm just going to take things a little slower. I hope you have a great day! Stay safe!)

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um i’m swamped with school but here’s some radiorose headcanons! i am probably gonna write little imagines (are those still a thing?) about them & the headcanons instead of full stories cus im a good writer- just not in the creative way… the boring research and report paper way….

- rosie does a lot of the grocery shopping because alastor is very frugal. i imagine he was pretty poor as a kid so it was a habit his mama passed onto him.

- same train of thought, but he makes a lot of struggle meals. 70% of the time out of habit, 30% of the time for nostalgia. old habits die hard. when he gets older the nostalgia reason becomes more often. in my au he’s very very early 20s. frontal lobe not finished. i see him dying at like 29-32 range.

-alastor is pretty thin, and rosie will make him model designs and he sits there feigning grumpiness but really he doesn’t care and likes to help her.

-constant playful war of who’s cooking because they both enjoy it. rosie can bake and she teaches alastor how to. he doesn’t like sweets but after he learns, he bakes little goodies for her.

-they both have similar m.o. and they leave little signatures on each victim. alastor draws or carves (depending on severity of how much he dislikes the person) a smiley face. rosie leaves little flower petals covering their face or heart.

-both alastor and rosie have similar motives. they will kill both men and women but will not harm children and nor will they orphan children. they target people who are abusers (in any form) and p3dos. they are sorta like vigilantes but they are a little too sadistic to be a vigilante in a way. they torment the victim psychologically and physically as revenge and take joy and are entertained by it.

-they are knowledgeable in different areas. alastor is very good at anatomy, rosie is very good with decay. they are both extremely intelligent, but these skills are only slightly more noticeable in each other.

-alastor manipulates through smooth talking, rosie manipulates through sweet talking. they manipulate people to gain more of a social status, manipulate victims into traps, and manipulate people who are not their target demographic, but incredibly arrogant and difficult. they both do not manipulate innocent people or people with equal or lesser power than them. they do not manipulate each other either.

- due to the vastly different parts of america they were raised in (alastor- new orleans, louisiana and rosie- boston, massachusetts) they sometimes have trouble interpreting words or understanding words through each others heavy accents. alastor may ask if rosie wants a “cold drink,” she may assume a literal drink that is cold, when he actually is referring to soda. rosie may ask the same thing but refers to soda as “pop.” for funsies, mimzy just calls it soda

-alastor is still very cold, suave, silent, and nonchalant. exception… rosie. he melts for her. she likes to have fun with that lol. he’s ace but rosie can definitely bring out a little bit more of a gray-asexual or favorable ace with just small little (but intimate) gestures. he’s not used to it but he likes it. he likes the genuine affection.

-rosie first saw his curls when he was escorting her home and it began to rain, not having an umbrella, alastors hair began to curl. he didn’t want her to see (cus yaknow… the 1920s…) but she loved it. she eventually learns and helps al take care of his curly hair or will help him straighten it. she prefers it curly but she understands the need and want for it to be straight in public/society at the time.

THANK YOU THAGS ALL!

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❝ Breathe through it ❞

Touya Todoroki x ftm!reader x Tomura Shigaraki | Taishiro Toyomitsu x ftm!reader x Shota Aizawa| AU, Dabi & Tomura works as a body piercer & tattoo artist | nsfw, smut, p**n with plot | sub. bttm. reader | wc: 4k

warnings: dub. con. (the reader is mostly being a brat), daddy kink, d. penetration (one hole), overstimulation, AFAB terminology (clit referred to as dick though)

masterlist: pt1; pt2; pt3

They want you without the commitment, so you decide to show them the roster full of people you could choose from.

There's an incessant buzzing on your bed. The screen of your phone lights up with 'Dick for Brains' as the caller ID and you watch as it eventually fades, casually drying off the nape of your neck as the wisps of steam from your bathroom whisper against the small of your back. The screen lights up again. You roll your eyes, reaching down to turn it over. You drop the towel around your waist onto the floor, stepping over the puddle of cloth to open your closet doors. Standing there in all your naked glory, you begin humming as you eye the array of clothing before you. A ruffle of fur brushes your fingers and you fight a scowl as you realize what jacket it was. "Fuck them" you mutter distastefully "Treating me like I'm some goddamn prostitute". You rummage with sudden vigour, reaching for your neglected articles of clothing.

You, out of all people, should know that when it came to fuckboys there's no time to feel regret at their lack of commitment. Most would call you a variation of a fuckboy yourself - though you don't regret being your flirtatious self, ever. You were transparent in your disinterest in a relationship (with someone you weren't attracted to outside of the bedroom). But Dabi and Tomura? They were slutty fucking bastards. Perhaps they knew how well you could fit into their lives, which scared them. It didn't take a genius to know the two of them had a particularly strong case of abandonment issues. Anyone could claim you were being an armchair psychologist but the way they act has you itching to make an appointment with a therapist. Conniving, shitty, man-children. It was one thing to turn your less-than-innocent rendezvous into just...three dudes hanging out (truly, your standards had lowered because why did Dabi and Tomura sharing food with you make your heart race when they've swapped cum in your mouth?). It was another to chase off potential bedmates from you when you three were out in a club — of which prior, you had expressed your annoyance at their want to have you exclusively while they had more flings.

A sheer material flutters by your knuckles. When you pull the garment out it's a beautiful, oversized, button-up shirt. The cutting of the shirt was nothing special, however, the design was breathtaking. Holding it up to the light, you chew on your lower lip with a gleeful twinkle in your eyes. It was see-through though the darker colour of the design was meant to mimic a cinched waist while the outer lavender hue nearly disappeared in the light. You lay it down on your bed, grab your still buzzing phone and reject the call from 'Daddy Issues Central' before calling up your friends. "Well, well, well".

You land on your bed with an 'oomph' stroking the chosen top with a giggle pouring from your lips. "Look who came crawling back, your new boy toys finally bored you?" "Something like that" Your bed creaks as you roll onto your back, touching your lobes as you ponder which piercings to decorate it with. A thrum of musing came from the phone.

"They lasted a while, did they shatter when you left? I need details" they sang and from the sound of movement, you figured they were getting ready as well. "Haven't dropped them" Your sigh makes the sounds halt then a series of 'nonono'. They groaned, "God - (Y/N), don't tell me this is going to be another repeat of Mirai Sasa- whatever the fuck that guy's name was". "He wasn't that bad" you defended. "He quite literally got on his knees and begged for you to 'return back to your rightful future' with him" They shift the phone from their hand to their shoulder and your giggle makes them snort. "Trust me, these guys are not the grovelling type" an idea of a full outfit pops into your head. Raising from the bed, you bounce towards your closet. "Where are you going?" you ask. "Why are you assuming I'm going out?" "It's a Saturday night and you," a grunt leaves your lips as you toss a pair of unworthy shorts over your shoulder, "Just posted something about your boss' son getting the promotion you wanted on your Instagram story". "...Fine, I'm going to the Boy Toy Club in like 25 fucking minutes. You think you can get all dolled up in time, (Y/N)?" Your chuckle makes them roll their eyes fondly. "30 minutes? Pleaseee" "You better be glad I fucking love you". "Who fucking doesn't?" your friend groans and you end the call with a smile. Though it disappears as Dabi's calling you for what feels like the 500th fucking time. "Ugh".

Tomura's seen Dabi irritated before. Despite his cool-headedness, he knows better than anyone that underneath is a simmering beast that bares its teeth at the slightest provocation.

Right now, Dabi's lower jaw is jutted forward and Tomura sees his cheeks being sucked in as he chews on it, brows centred and hooding his eyes with a brewing storm. Tomura doesn't fare any better. He's been scratching at his neck, sighs of displeasure escaping him while he bounces a knee. The store had long closed, the humming of the AC muffling the men's obvious annoyance as it thickens in the air. "You pissed him off" Tomura accuses "He was the perfect fucking lay and your stupid mouth pissed him off!"

"Oh, can it, Shiggy!" Dabi warned, pushing himself off the couch and running his fingers through his hair. "They're other sluts, other 'perfect lays' Just get the fuck up and wear your jacket" Tomura's face scrunches in an incredulous expression as he throws his hands in the air. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!" "It means we're going to a club, dick for brains" Dabi has his leather jacket over his shoulders, Tomura's jacket in his hand while the other was holding a box of cigarettes and a lighter. "You're a loser but you're still handsome" Tomura mocks him under his breath, eyes settling into a glare as Dabi holds firmly onto his chin to tilt his head up. Blue eyes flicker to his crotch and Tomura shoves Dabi away with his palm against his navel. "Cock's nice too - there'll be bitches slobbering all over it so come on." He turns to the entrance, lighting the cigarette and shouldering the door open while Tomura bounces the store's keys in one hand and slips the other in the arm of his jacket. "You're drivin' us there, we don't need him".

Dabi's sorely mistaken. Tomura's pressed against his side, cock being pleasured by a hand that's not yours while Dabi's was in a mouth that was, also, not yours. The only thing that was keeping both of them hard was the fact they were shoving each other's tongues down their throats.

"Shit" he hears Tomura hiss, peeking his eyes open to see him push the redhead away from his side. "What the fuck, dude?!" he exclaims. Tomura pants, pulling away from Dabi to stuff his dick back in his pants. "Who the fuck taught you how to give handjobs? A sheet of sandpaper?" Tomura sneered, making Dabi groan as he shoved the guy sucking his dick off, though keeping him drunk on its taste by letting their lips hover by the side with his thigh cushioning his cheek. "Fuck you, I've been jerking you off for 15 minutes — It's not my fault your dicks are broken!" Tomura tells him to fuck off and they do with a string of curses. Dabi taps the one on his lap, earning hazy eyes looking oh-so-sweetly at him. The problem is, they're not that fiery (E/C) colour framed by your pretty lashes and further complimented by your eyebrow shape that Dabi somehow finds attractive. As he looks at the tongue peeking out from lips that aren't yours he clicks his tongue at the lack of metal that's supposed to be there. "Get off" he pushes them onto the floor and Tomura only half-pities them as they yelp, wiping their wet lips and watching as Dabi coldly walks over them and towards the wall of windows. Seeing as Dabi's a regular and one that pays well, he's given privileges. These rooms, with a wall of windows that face each other in a circle and overlook the lower level of the dance floors, were a privilege he'd been given.

Tomura grabs the bottle of champagne and drinks a mouthful. They (Dabi) had been gifted this for free due to his long absence. The pale-haired man pretended not to see Dabi's cheek twitching while he suppressed the bitter taste of regret. The man leaves, scampering almost, and the only sounds left are the muffled bass of the song playing below. Tomura raises to stand next to Dabi who takes the bottle from his hand. "Your dick's still out" he comments. "So?" Tomura observes the clear views of the other VIP rooms around them. He sees bodies, bodies, bodies in all sorts of positions and if the lights weren't constantly shifting or so dim, he was sure they'd be able to lip-read their throes of pleasure.

"...Admit it" Tomura grunts. "You first" Dabi replies. "He put a fucking spell on our dicks" Dabi's eyes roll so far back it threatens to lose those striking blues. "M'not fuckin' joking. That boy sucking your dick was your exact type and you couldn't even get it up if I didn't suck you off first" Dabi turns to Tomura, whose brows are cocked up righteously. "That redhead was your type too, rubbed you fucking raw and for nothing". They stared at each other in silence but Tomura inched closer and soon their kissing. It turns steamier, with his pierced nipples now against the window as Dabi kicks his ankles apart.

This is good, this is great. They're familiar with each other, an unspoken bond stitching their lives together in a way that could never be undone. Both wouldn't say it but only because the words boyfriends didn't quite fit the bill — they were more. They didn't need others. Not in a way that would last. It just complicated things in the long run — so they'd have flings (the other fully knowing) and share their flings but never had trouble falling back into sync. Their sex was great. Their jagged pieces just fit. So Tomura groans and grasps at the smooth glass as Dabi's pierced dick finds a home inside of him. He lets his breath fogs the glass up, arches his back to meet Dabi halfway in his thrusts and kisses Dabi when he feels his breath on his cheek. But his dick only twitches when his red eyes catch the sight of you. You. You were across from them, in the same pose as Tomura was and in the same room but instead of Dabi behind you, it's a blondie with yellow eyes and a considerable size difference to you. He goddamn towers over you and with the way your eyes are squeezed shut he knows his dick is splitting you open just right. Another shadow lurks behind you and this time a guy with long black hair comes to your side, kneeling as he ties his hair into a bun and Tomura's tongue envies his when your eyes shoot open from his mouth. "You're distracted" Dabi gruffs, nibbling at Tomura's ear so he reaches to grab a fistful of Dabi's hair to let his eyes focus on you. His dick twitches inside of him. "Fuck" they moan.

They need you.

"Fuck, you're so fucking big," Taishiro chuckles at your whining which turns into a silent scream as Shota sucks your dick. Taishiro can feel Shota's fingers rubbing on whatever parts of his dick that still isn't sheathed inside of your writhing body. You've always known your body and soul were greedy creatures. A pair of hands weren't enough. You needed more love bites, more bruises; just more moremoremore — As Shota pushes the hood of your dick back to blow his hot breath on it your thighs twitch and Taishiro inches more of him inside of you. This is exactly what you need. These two were ever attentive — courteous despite the less-than-innocent club they were at. The cologne they had smelled expensive, and the watches they wore confirmed it.

You'd hit the jack-pot.

Taishiro and Shota were making you see stars with every flutter of your eyes. The sheer material of your top was now pushed up and bunched by Taishiro's fist as he used it to bring you back towards his hips. "Just like that, baby".

Shota whispers, voice deliciously gravely as he looks at you with his gunmetal grey eyes. It slips out of your moan before you can stop yourself.

"Dabi" Taishiro pauses as he thrusts in while Shota cocks a brow from below you.

"T-Tomura" your eyes are hazy, Shota recognizes it even if you try your hardest to ground back to them. Taishiro pulls out and your knees buckle. His large hands hold you up while Shota stands so you can lean on his chest, gently stroking your hair out of your face as you babble on his shirt.

"Why", you gulp as your thoughts finally slither between your ears. Peeking up at Shota you frown, then turn to look at Taishiro whose offering you a glass of cold water. "Why'd you stop?" Shota presses the rim of the glass to your lips and you petulantly gulp it down. Your legs were still shaky so Taishiro effortlessly picks you up so you could sit on the seats instead.

Between that and here, mortification runs down your spine like ice. You curse, hiding your face in your hands as you curl in on yourself.

"Fuck, I'm really — I'm really sorry, guys" Taishiro rubs your shoulder, his sunny smile making guilt swallow you whole. This was a guy that would actually take care of you. Not lead you on with false expectations or monopolize you.

"Don't sweat it," Shota says as he wipes his mouth with the napkins in the room. Look at him, so reliable. So...responsible. Those broad shoulders were more than just for show.

These two would've made every worry you had to fade off. Probably spoil you rotten — but you don't feel anything with them.

You craved sweltering heat, the taste of metal in your mouth and on your skin - calloused, inked, hands and red-rimmed eyes staring you down.

You craved for those assholes.

"Exes?" Taishiro asks as you huff and try to calm your racing heart. "No, I guess? I dunno!" He offers you a grimace and fixes the wrinkles on your shirt while Shota gives you another glass of cold water.

"I really am sorry" Taishiro assures you but the knock on the door makes all three of your heads turn. Shota wonders if either of you had ordered another bottle of champagne but the dubious looks in everyone's eyes make him stand to open the door — he was the only one still fully clothed after all.

"Can I help you?" You're squeezing into your pants when Tomura's voice echoes.

"(Y/N), is he here? Just need to...talk to him" Shota's grey eyes ask you a silent question but you nod and stand so he opens the door wider.

Dabi's leaning on the wall across the door. Moody, disgruntled and cock so hard the tent in his pants casts a shadow on the leather. His arms are crossed over his chest, his biceps on display.

Tomura's half-dressed. Their shirt falls off one shoulder as his low-waisted jeans unabashedly show the happy trail he has. His messy hair is somehow even messier, his red eyes hungry.

"...Hey, baby" you could almost cringe at Tomura's words. You offer Taishiro a kiss on his cheek along with Shota as a way to ease them and thank them for your failed rendezvous.

The act has Dabi and Tomura's brow twitch.

The door closes behind you, The three of you stand in the hallway — tense.

A guy stumbles on the three of you, the drunken giggles die as he eyes you before he bursts into another fit as he stumbles past. Embarrassment dust on your face and you sigh, scratching the back of your neck in irritation. "What the hell do you want?" Tomura replies; "Those two made you cum pretty fast, huh? Or did they even manage to?"

His eyes widen as you snarl in his face, looking equally as handsome as you were scary. "Ugh! Why do I even give you two the opportunity to try and be anything but a dick!" taken aback, Tomura blinks as you shove him back before turning on your heels to stomp away.

Dabi grips your wrist and your yell gets swallowed by his lips. Tomura watches as he wrestles you to the wall, cushioning the slam with his body as he grabs onto your wrists to keep them from smacking Dabi.

"You — Mphf! Motherfuckers!" you mumble between the kissing, breath hitching as Tomura's lips trace your neck. Your hips buck between theirs and since Dabi's are free he grips your waist and spreads your ankles apart to put his knee right between your legs. The friction it creates has your heart racing all over again.

"Tomura" you whisper, head tilted back to let his pierced tongue in your mouth. You squeeze your eyes closed, hoping to push away that whisper of floating off to pleasure so you could at least show them that you weren't easy.

But all that resolve disappears when Tomura's hands sneak to unbutton your pants and Dabi's unzipping them. Their inked hands working in tandem, like a well-oiled fuck machine intent on making you lose all your senses in the goddamn hallway of a gay club.

"Daddy's got ya'" Dabi groans as he feels your wetness drip on his fingers. "Ain't that right, Shiggy?" Tomura mumbles that Dabi's daddy kink is dumb but unbuttons your shirt next.

"Yeah, yeah, daddy's got you, baby" Tomura plays along anyways. You would scoff in his face at his denial that he was totally into the kink himself but he's tweaking your nipples between his fingers and you're feeling your eyes roll back as your back arches away from Tomura but into Dabi.

He's between feeling impressed and annoyed at how easy you take three of his fingers. You can see it in the way he licks his teeth —

"Taishiro...fuck, his dick is so big, Daddy". It makes Dabi's eyes shine brightly under the dim lights. He's staring at you from his furrowed brows and Tomura grumbles as his magenta eyes glow in jealousy.

No — not jealousy. Envy?

Not quite, you think (how you manage to do that surprises even yourself) but something more primal.

Dabi slips another finger in and you sigh, breath hitching as Tomura's pierced tongue trails spit down your neck.

"Left me gaping, Shota made me so fuckin' wet too — He's so fuckin' good with his tongue".

Dabi is quiet "Couldn't fit him all the way but Shota helped - Ah, oh fuck, Daddy" Tomura's cupping your chest in his hands and grinding his hard-on on your ass.

"They felt so good" you groan.

When Tomura clicks his tongue and switches you around to face him you finally put a word on the emotions in their eyes.

Possessiveness.

"Yeah? They felt good, baby?" Tomura is forcing your jaw open with his hand and Dabi is pulling your pants down. Drool is slipping past your smudged lips and Tomura thinks you look like some sort of modern art piece.

A modern day Achilles or something.

"They did such a good job making this cunt ready for us, Daddy," Dabi says to Tomura as he pulls out his cock, leaning down to grab your leg and lifting it to the side, and thrusts his hip forward which makes yours jerk forward.

Glistening cunt twitching and inviting.

"Both of us could fit no trouble," Your eyes widen at the very idea but before you could speak Dabi's filling you up and all you manage is a whorish yelp.

Tomura watches as Dabi unbuttons his pants, moaning out his name as he strokes his hard cock then adjusts his stance as Dabi lines up his dick to your sopping cunt.

"Rub his dick a little," Dabi chuckles but complies as he rubs Tomura's cockhead to your dick which makes you shudder.

When Tomura does slip in, tears prick your eyes. Dabi shushes you as you whine and try to move your hips away. He rubs your swollen dick while Tomura licks your tears away.

"Don't hold your breath" he grunts. "Breathe through it, yeah, that's it — S'fucking beautiful".

The pressure of them inside you has your thighs twitching.

Anyone could walk in on you. Could just see you taking their dicks like some sort of sex toy with diamond tears running down your cheeks just like the slick running between your thighs.

"Feel us here, (Y/N)?" Tomura asks as he presses on your navel but you're too gone to respond. Your eyes are blanketed with nothing but pleasure and sin leaking from them.

"Daddy" Dabi calls out, hips shifting. He's calling for Tomura, calling him daddy as he tells him to set the pace.

Footsteps briefly register in your head, and a few startled gasps come from the group of men that walked in. They speak, laugh, probably leer even but you're just angry that their cocks make you feel this fucking good.

Taishiro had made you feel good — his dick was huge.

Shota's tongue and fingers that worked you open for Taishiro had made you nearly rip his hair from his scalp.

But Dabi and Tomura?

"Fuck!" you moan as Dabi thrusts into you. He's talking to the group of men walking past, panting through his words but that asshole has the gall to act as if he wasn't fucking you within an inch of your life.

Why was that so hot?

As Tomura's dick slides in, Dabi's pulls out - a steady but harsh rhythm that has your cunt fluttering and your brain fogging even more.

The men walk past, laughing as they give you a last glance. Somehow, their thrusting gets harsher as Dabi lifts you off your feet while Tomura spits on your cunt and rubs circles on your dick.

"Cuh-Cummin'! M'cumming! I'm - Ah! Shit! Shitshitshit" Tomura muffles your cries by kissing you, sucking on your tongue while Dabi's thighs tense as he shoots thick ropes of cum inside of you. Tomura is not far behind, the patch of pubic hair flushed against you as he catches his breath.

They carried you from the hallway. Your ragged breathing was the only thing being shared safe from a few murmurs of 'you alright?' the few seconds after they came.

You're in their private room now, sweat making your clothes absolutely disgusting against your skin. Thankfully, Dabi's there to strip you and Tomura's naked body is between your legs just as he's done.

"Wha —" you throw your head back as Tomura's mouth is licking the globs of cum escaping your abused cunt, squealing as he teases your asshole with his tongue. "Daddy!' Tomura hums, barely paying attention as he makes sure to erase any trace of that Shota-whatever the fuck his name is - from his hole.

"Daddy!" Dabi answers this time, somehow always knowing who you're actually calling just from the way you whine so there's no confusion.

"He's makin' you feel good?"

"Too muchhh" You try to push Tomura's head away but Dabi shushes you and holds your wrist to pin them on his naked thigh and makes you grasp onto his pierced dick.

"Our good boy can take it — If his daddies say he can, he can, right?" You sob but merely squeeze your eyes as Tomura's tongue piercing teases your dick.

"Missed our baby so much" Tomura pants out, licking his lips as he stares at your winking hole.

"Mhm, never gonna let him go...he's all ours now". Your fiery (E/C) eyes look up at Dabi so sweetly as he speaks despite how your sinful hand is teasing his cockhead like a true professional.

"All yours? Promi — Fuccck" Dabi chuckles as Tomura meanly sucks on your dick but nods, leaning down to kiss you.

"Promise, baby." He reaches to interlace his fingers with Tomura with one hand while Tomura does the same with your empty hand.

"All ours baby".

The sensor going off tells you that you should get off of Dabi's lap and greet the customer but he tightens his grip which makes you roll your eyes.

"Shiggy!" he's in the break room but responds with a 'I got it!'

He peeks in the room as he passes by, shaking his head at the sight of your boyfriend, Dabi, sketching on his iPad with you in his lap. "He's making a tattoo design for us" you muse as you reach for your boyfriend, Tomura, to plant a kiss on his lips.

"He sucks at that — I can do it better" and although it is true, the evidence quite literally on Dabi's skin, Dabi scoffs haughtily.

"Shut the fuck up and see who walked in" Tomura does so but not without an eye-roll.

He greets the customers but freezes as his eyes land on their figures.

Taishiro and Shota's eyes widen as well.

"Oh," Taishiro says. The sound of giggles comes from the hallway and suddenly Dabi and you are spilling into the room as well.

Taishiro and Shota couldn't hide the way their eyes look you over as they drink you in. They couldn't forget about you — they could hear every moan and squelch from your impromptu fucking in the hallway right in front of the door of their room.

All five of you shuffle a bit, cheeks warm.

Dabi chuckles and everyone's eyes are on him.

"We could flip the Open sign to Close and get to know each other better" he purred and you squeeze your thighs together as all eyes land on you.

Oh fuck.

[passion-roses]

Ride The Cyclone x FNAF AU

now, i've been very hyperfixated on fnaf ever since it came out (but let's be real, its probably a special interest at this point), and you know, when you get a new interest, you can't help but merge it to your other ones and make a crazy au, so i've been thinking about assigning each animatronic with a ride the cyclone character, just for fun, but then i got to really think about it.

we all know that in five nights at freddy's we have the five missing children, and these children get killed by william afton, stuffed into the animatronic suits, and then they come and haunt the pizzeria because they're restless souls.

in ride the cyclone, we have six teenagers who die a tragic death, probably restless as well, as it seems like they haven't gone to the afterlife yet, at least not properly, as they've been "robbed of their individuality from a mass tragedy" as stated by karnak.

SO

of course, me being a noel gruber fanatic, i thought of who he'd be first, and well i was thinking, there's two parallel theories in these two medias that i like very much.

the deaths of them.

specifically, two kids dying at the same time, or well, with each other.

in fnaf, there's a well known theory/famous headcanon that freddy/gabriel and bonnie/jeremy were killed at about the same time and place, hence why there's a lot of imagery and stuff of the two together.

now, who else do we know have a certain theory in rtc that eludes to them dying with each other?

to be honest i just think freddy as misha is kinda funny..

but anyways, so we have two, how about the other four?

foxy as ricky.

idk, i just think it's neat. foxes are felines in a way. also him being a pirate (as stated by moni when i ws cooking this up) fits as well.

i also made a connection of foxy (animatronic) being out of order all the time because he keeps having malfunctions. with ricky having a degenerative disease.. you get it.

up next is chica.

well, this one's pretty obvious to me, constance!

ite the cupcakes, i swear. but also, chica's image has always been the bubbly one, this being more shown in security breach. she just fits

now, you might be wondering.. what about ocean? what about jane/penny?

hear me out on this

this one is the one comparison i am MOST confident about.

cassidy as ocean.

a vengeful spirit, one that is most restless, most determined, most mad about the murders.

don't you think that'd be fitting for ocean?

she'd be ambitious, she wouldn't just let go of william just like that. she wants to bring him hell.

also, as stated by ocean herself:

idk, just funny.

now, for the last one, you might be thinking oh, jane/penny must be the puppet then, because we're talking about the murdered children.

now, hear me out on this

the crying child.

"whyy in hell would penny be the crying child nymbus?"

you might be wondering

and i have one answer, a very definitive answer.

a kid, losing his head, or, well, getting his frontal lobe bitten off, but let's not get into the specifics here.

it would make sense, it makes the MOST sense, as equal of a sense as ocean being cassidy. GOD it fits so well.

so, we have the six main children now:

freddy - misha

bonnie - noel

chica - constance

foxy - ricky

golden freddy - ocean & jane/penny

(i also have a note about ezra being michael, and him being a human puppet to ennard, but yk)

soo, what do you guys think? :)

[dot-mp3]

A snippet from my current WIP, an 8th year AU titled 'When Memories Snow'

The room should not smell like rust, or copper. But Draco’s nose still picks it up, hanging low beneath the humid September air, mildew with a slice of something metallic. 

Five things he can see: 

Stone walls. Stone floors. Aisling preening her tawny feathers. Her cage, silver, free of rust. A homey canopy draped over his bed, the colour of fig. 

Four things he can touch:

The too-tight collar of his cloak. The clasp, as he wretches it open. His wand. Stone floors. 

Draco kneels beside his fallen cloak, and presses his right palm flat against cool rock. He bears down on it, giving the floor an opportunity to swing open like a trapdoor beneath his crouched figure, the thrum of Hogwarts’ wards against his fingers both familiar and needling. 

Three things he can hear:

Rain pit-patting against the window in an asynchronous rhythm. Aisling’s shakes and flitting as she preens. His own pointer finger taptaptapping against the solid stone floor. 

Two things he can smell:

Stone. Rust.

He can taste rust as well. It makes his mouth water like sour lollies, involuntary and wet. 

Draco spits on the floor. Once, and then again. His saliva bubbles, and then settles, and Draco rises slowly. He drags the toe of one black loafer through the small puddle, smearing the shine a little against matte stone. 

“Scourgify,” He casts, and his spit disappears, whisked away into the ether. His mother would have a conniption had she witnessed it. She would have seen to it that Draco scrubbed his mess on hands and knees, she would have forbid him from using magic or calling house-elves, she would have watched him clean with a straight back and her arms crossed tightly over her chest. A small mercy, Draco supposes, that they were both spared the indignity. 

Murmurs come bleeding through Draco’s door, light shifting at the gap between stone and wood. The shadows come to a halt, and a light knocking resounds in the silence. Draco runs a hand through his hair, banishing all thoughts of spit and rust with the scratch of his nails against his scalp, before opening the door.

“Oh, Draco.” Pansy speaks on an exhale, deflating slightly at the sight of him. 

“Hi, Pans.” She steps through the threshold of Draco’s dormitory without unnecessary spoken invitation, and gathers Draco in her arms as the door drops softly behind her.

“Draco,” She sighs, encircling his waist and resting her head against Draco’s chest, the shell of her ear pressed tight to his heart. Earl Grey and lavender. Pansy always smells like Earl Grey and lavender. Draco’s arms drape around her shoulders. His cheek comes to rest against her blunt fringe. 

They used to be the same height when they were children; when they would run together through the Manor’s rose gardens, looking for fallen petals not yet swept away by house-elves. Pansy would dip their petals in fountain water, and stick one against each of their ear lobes, like gaudy earrings in shades of buttercream, crimson, and peach. 

Then Pansy shot up like a mouthy little weed, and she spent third year telling Draco he was developing a bald spot at the crown of his head like a monk.

“You’re lying.” He would tell her.

“You would think that, considering your vantage point.” She’d retort.

In this little stone room, however, Pansy rises to the height of Draco’s collarbones, and she looks up at him when they step apart slightly, still within arms reach. Draco links their fingers together.

“I missed you.” He allows himself the honesty. 

“Of course you did,” She gives his hands a squeeze, her flat, unimpressed tone completely betrayed by the warmth in her manicured grip. “I’m a delight.”

[goosecastle41]

Anything For You, Doll

A little story inspired by @sims-fanatic-and-sprats-enjoyer for the coalecroux kid au, please enjoy

“Papa! What’s taking so long?!”

Gideon isn’t sure what’s worse here. The whines of a child, or what the child is asking him to do.

“Well-! I just-...! It’s not as easy as you think it is, Seren!” Gideon flounders, pulling his hands back from his daughters head. The needle Gideon had sterilized with his fire is pinched between his fingers, though to him it feels like a sword his daughter has asked him to run through her eat.

Seren, sweet little Seren, has gotten the idea of earrings into her head. She had seen many people before with dangly jewelry hanging from their ears in her eight years of life and had been fascinated each time. The way the gold or silver hangs from little holes in their ears, the way the gems or jewels would catch the suns light and make them sparkle, the beautiful or simple design of different peoples earrings. All of it just fascinated Seren.

For months, Seren has been green with envy at the sight of earrings. Seeing older women with beautiful and intricate gold wrapped around bright gems. Seeing men with silver rings going through their lobes or the cartilage. She’s even met some children with ear rings! And they’re all so pretty! Seren has been a fan of beautiful and shiny things her entire life, and the thought that she’s missing out on a facet of being shiny and pretty is devastating to her.

So, when Seren had dragged Gideon and Kremy over to a case of jewelry while in a shop a few days back, stars shining in her eyes as she points to a set of earrings, all Kremy could do was sigh and pull out his coin purse.

In the moment, Gideon had thought it was devastatingly adorable how excited Seren had gotten. She practically squealed as she tackle hugged Kremy’s legs while saying thank you a million times. Kremy’s gotten a lot better at letting Seren touch and hug him, seeing as he gives her a (still slightly awkward) hug back with a “Anything for you, doll.”

It was annoyingly cute how she took the earrings from the shop keep and held them like they were the most precious possessions Seren has ever owned. A set of silver earrings that dangle from small chains, a ruby wrapped in the center of the silver, shining brightly in the light. Seren held the box they came in out in her palms, staring at it almost the whole walk back to the inn.

But nothing about this situation is cute anymore, Gideon has decided.

The day before they decided to leave the town and head on to their next adventure- I.E. another con- Seren had come up to Gideon holding her new earrings and had asked the fated question.

“Would you pierce my ears and put these in for me?”

And so here they are, almost an hour after Seren had initially asked the question. She sits on a chair in their Inn room, her feet kicking impatiently as she almost glares up at Gideon. “It can’t be that hard!” She gripes, causing Gideon to scoff.

“Then why don’t you do it yourself if it ain’t that hard?” He asks, getting a loud groan from his daughter.

“‘Cause I can’t see in the mirror with my hands in the way! Uhg! This is taking forever!” She cries, kicking her feet harder before she falls limp in the chair, boneless. Gideon almost wants to throw a tantrum as well.

“Look, sweetheart, I’m sorry, alright?” He says instead, deciding to be the adult in this situation, “But.. Your ears are just.. They’re too small for me, alright? Maybe you just gotta grow some more.” Being the adult apparently means making up lame excuses because the thought of hurting his daughter makes him nauseous, Gideon thinks.

Gideon has never struggled with the idea of hurting something before. Sure, maybe he doesn’t want to hurt things sometimes, but he’s never felt physically sick because of it. His hands had never wavered before, never shaken before he delivered pain and agony to his target… But Gideons never had a daughter before. Gideons never had something that flipped his whole world upside down and then righted it again by calling him Papa. Gideons never tried to hurt something so precious to him before.

Instead of escalating her tantrum, Seren slumps further in her seat with defeat. Frustrated tears well in her eyes, bringing her hands up to wipe at them before they could begin to fall. “Okay…” She says, voice tight and devastated.

“Oh for gods sake!”

Gideon looks over to where Kremy had been sat and counting his coin at the table in the room. He watches as Kremy rises from his own chair, coin forgotten as he rubs a hand over his face and approaches Gideon and Seren.

“Gimmie that! You big god damn baby…” Kremy snaps as he snatches the needle from Gideons fingers. “Lemme show you how it’s done.”

At that, the complete devastation on Seren’s face wipes away immediately. She breaks into a smile, looking up at Kremy with unabashed excitement as she sits up in the chair again.

Gideon thinks he had been hiding his nerves well while he was the one holding the needle, but the moment it’s in Kremy’s hand, Gideons composure fully breaks.

“Hey, be careful, man.” He says quickly, fighting off the urge to grab the needle back and call off the whole thing. His face gives way to his nerves almost immediately, his eyebrows knitting together and a grimace working its way to his lips.

It’s not as if Gideon doesn’t trust Kremy. That’s not the case at all. Gideon would trust Kremy with his entire being and soul after how long they’ve been traveling and practically raising a kid together. He trusts Kremy more than he trusts himself. But just the thought of Seren being hurt-

“Hush.” Kremy says as he points a clawed finger at Gideon, cutting off his train of thought. All Gideon can do then is nod, lips pursing together. He trusts Kremy.. He trusts Kremy more than himself.

“Now. You know this is gonna hurt, right?” Kremy asks as he turns back to Seren, kneeling in front of her.

Seren, who had been warned by Gideon time and time and time again about how it will hurt, rolls her eyes at Kremy, some of her excitement washing away and quickly replaced by an annoyed worry that Kremy will be just as bad as Gideon. “Duh.” She says hotly, giving more of an attitude than she had meant in her annoyed state.

Kremy’s eyes squint as he points that same clawed finger at her, “Do. Not.” He says, his tone stern and no nonsense, “I’m sick of it. I’m sick of the whining and the attitude. I’m helpin’ ya out. Act like I’m doin’ somethin’ nice for ya.” Kremy admonishes her, his annoyance finally reaching its peak.

Seren immediately drops again, her eyes downcast and her shoulders slumped. “Sorry, Kremy.. Thank you for helping me out…” She says, her hands moving into her lap and fiddling with her fingers. Kremy sighs, finally falling to the other side of that peak.

“Gid, gimmie the earrings.” Kremy says, softening up his tone then.

Gideon can’t even really be annoyed at Kremy as he pulls the box out of his pocket. Gideon understands how overstimulated Kremy can get sometimes. Seren is a loud and excitable child and Gideon can be just as excitable if he isn’t careful. Kremy can’t always exactly help it when he snaps, just like Seren can’t help that she’s a child who hasn’t exactly learned to control her volume yet.

Gideon thinks about how far Kremy has come in little over a year with Seren. Kremy used to be unable to go ten minutes with Seren’s boisterous chatter when she was overly excited, and now Kremy went a whole hour of their annoying antics before he snapped. Gideon can’t be annoyed with Kremy after he’s made such strides in his progress.

Gideon places the earring box on the table and watches how Kremy turns back to Seren once more.

“Ser..” Kremy says, his tone softening up a even more, “Ser, look at me sweetie.”

Seren looks up again, hope in her eyes. Kremy reaches forward with his free hand and takes her earlobe in his fingers. The other hand with the needle comes into her view and her eyes snap towards it, now going wide. Her shoulders tense, her mouth parting slightly in worry-

“Look at me, doll, not the needle.” Kremy says, getting Seren’s eyes back on his face. “Say… I don’t really remember what those earrings looked like.” He says after a moment.

Seren’s eyebrows knit together. “How could you forget, Kremy? They’s the prettiest earrings ever. They’re silver and got- OW!” She yelps, almost jerking her head back, but Kremy’s steady and gentle hands keep her in place.

Gideon nearly leaps through the fucking ceiling. Her pained cry wrenches his heart and makes his skin crawl. Gideon is more than sure if it wasn’t Kremy doing this, he’d have killed the person making his daughter cry like that in an instant. Instead, his hands clench at his sides, jaw tightening as he watches the scene in front of him.

“Take a deep breath doll.” He says quickly, “They’re silver? What else do they look like?” Kremy goes on as he distracts her, moving quickly as he pulls said earring from the box before slipping it through the needle hole.

Tears pool in Seren’s eyes, her lip quivering, “Sil-Silver with-with red g-gems…” She goes on, fighting back her tears and trying to stay strong. Her eyes flick to the needle again as it goes for her second ear, but without prompting she quickly fixes her eyes back onto Kremy’s face. “They-They’re pre-pretty and, and dangly and- ow! Ow!” She again cries out, but softer this time, knowing to expect the pain and what it feels like. She again tries to get away from Kremy but his hands keep her steady once more.

“There. Just about done babydoll. You’re almost finished, okay? You’re doin’ great.” Kremy’s voice is sweet and kind, hands gentle as he slips the second earring into its hole. “And done! All done!”

Kremy rests a hand on the side of Seren’s face gently, his scales smooth and almost cold on her skin as she leans into the touch. He turns her head to the side a bit before turning it the other way, a smile breaking onto his face. “Now look at you! Now ya got real sparkles on ya, princess.”

Kremy takes his hand back and stuffs it into his suit jacket pocket before pulling out his compact mirror. He flips it open before turning it to Seren.

Seren’s eyes sparkle with unshed tears and wonderment as she looks at herself in the little mirror. She reaches out slightly shaky hands and takes it for a better look. She turns her head side to side, eyeing the way the earrings swish back and forth, enjoying the slight tickle on her face where they brush up against her when she moves. A few tears roll down her cheeks as she grins brighter than the sun.

“I look so pretty.” She says, kicking her feet lightly. “They tickle!” She goes on, turning her head side to side quickly, the earrings flopping haphazardly. Kremy can’t help but to laugh a bit, reaching forward and grabbing the top of her head to stop her.

“Don’t do that. They’ll fly out and you’ll lose em.” He warns her, making her eyes blow wide and reach up to touch the earrings to make sure they’re secure. Kremy drops his hand from the top of her head, wiping the tears from his face before he stands up.

“Welp. Was it worth it, kid?” Kremy asks, watching as she hops up out of her chair. She claps the compact mirror closed and holds it up to Kremy,

“Yeah! Really worth it! Thank you so much Kremy!” She says, wrapping herself around Kremy in a tight hug after he’d taken the mirror back.

Gideon watches as Kremy barely hesitates to hug her back this time. It’s almost immediately the way Kremy’s arm goes to wrap around her, even pulling her in closer as he does so. Seren fully leans into Kremy, a giant smile overtaking her expression.

A moment later however, Seren pulls back from Kremy before she runs off to the attached bathroom to their inn room to look at herself in the big mirror, another quick, “Thanks Krem!” before she disappears inside.

Kremy watches her go, a look of fondness overtaking him.

“Thanks, pal…” Gideon says, placing a hand on Kremy’s shoulder. From the side, he can see the way Kremy’s expression softens up just a bit more before his own hand moves to rest over Gideons.

“Don’t mention it, Gid.”

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I say little story like this shit isn’t over 2000 words 😭

Also I didn’t beta read this or even put it in Grammarly so I apologize if it’s not written very well. I’m very tired and finished this 30 minutes before I gotta leave the house 😂😭

[elijahvolkovfrfr]

soooooooo..... about that fnaf au? Bx3

UAGHAJSJHXGSYAKBAGY:DDDDDD

William v afton was diagnosed with sociopathy very young as a child, Although his parents did not seek out treatment for him, When he was 12-14, he started taking an interest in animatronics, Seeing that as the only thing that actually started a spark. He met henry emily and [blank] in college, With [Blank] he simply started a relationship with her. since that was what most of people his age did, but with Henry? He liked henry a lot more.

Eventually, they graduated [blank] and william got married, Having three children, The oldest michael t afton, the middle Elizabeth afton, And the youngest evan c afton.

and he and henry started a business together. Fredbears family diner. Everything was going well, not that William really cared.

Although eventually, michael being a rebellious teen decides to play a prank. William knew that michael picked on evan quite a lot, but it was nothing more than scaring him and miner bruises

Although this time, Michael and his friends put evans head within fredbears mouth. Now, this would have been fine since there are safety locks, but yet, with the amounts of tears, It set the Springlocks off. Crunching evans frontal lobe. He obviously didn't make it!

William didn't really care that much, If anything, he found it funny. Just a good frustrated at now and needing to clean out the suit since Henry refused.

And that's when he found something. The fredbear animatronic didn't act normally anymore. Taking it apart, he found Remnant.

That is it for now because i'm sleepyXD

[morguemaw]

I decided that while the AU will be FNaF based ill loosely mirror FNaF to both avoid the critiques of me not following the already confusing asf lore but also so i can have alot more leg room with concepts!! Ill be mixing alot of the games together and ignoring alot of characters, theories, ect bc of this ( In this case questions are heavily welcomed and preferred instead of assumptions )

Small lore below! TW for death/murder ofc bc yknow FNaF

Willi was a family man who loved to tinker and create robotics ( Similar to OG FNaF Lore ), over time and multiple failures he stole the idea from a partner in the robotics field about creating family friendly idolized human robots, these robots would be a daunting task because of their size ( Willi is 4ft, robots are above average male height so abt 6 to even 9+ feet in some cases ) but because of the complexity he dreamed of how human these robots would be

he wanted them to have emotion and complex circuits that it started to overwork him and he got desperate, when he finally built slight prototypes for a test run ( Fredbear / Spring-bonnie ) his children fucked around and found out and one ended up getting killed in the hands of one, instead of the jaws ( again, large human robots, same way of dying just with a crushed frontal lobe instead of bitten one )

After this death he went basically insane and fled his family life to continue working on robots in secret, his insanity rose more to the point he figured the only way to give them the emotions he desired would be to kill and take remnant from the souls After the first gang ( Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, & Freddy ) were made with this way, however instead of him dying he gets locked into the stomach of a robot ( Spring-bonnie ) that he tried to hide in, inwhich it nearly crushed him and made him lose half a ear and because of this near death experience he is currently on the path to try and " Make amends "

But, of course, im not going to keep the story of just some poor old man on a path of redemption. He killed innocent children therefore now deals with the burden of them. There are still multiple vials of remnant hidden in his workshop ( this is very important because it will help me fill gaps in the story will certain robots/ideas ) However, because of him running away, his oldest son ended up finding his old stash of robots + vials, and overtime his son ( After being nearly killed by Ennard, a failed robot thats extremely spiteful towards Willi ) ended up filling the rest of the bots in, this is heavily based on / in reference to some robots having just a overly advanced data in them such as the Toy animatronics, robots that have no soul but are awfully sentient alot more will be clarified but this is already long HAGGHA

[foolishfoolsgold]

“In the marrow, I was friends with this eosinophil kid who never shut up about it.”

The spear-tailed cell arched their brow. “Y’know that’s funny, I was friends with a little T-stem girl back in the day, too.”

“Oh, hah! That’s nice. But I don’t think it was you, the one I knew was a dude,” said Joe.

The eosinophil froze and whipped around to look at Joe. They grabbed the center front of their jacket and yanked it open, not breaking eye contact. The inside of the jacket was padded with five stripes of pink, blue, and white, in the order of the transgender flag.

Joe caught her breath. “…L3?”

“Right outside the Southwest park?” they interrogated back.

“With class at 8:30 am?”

“And we met in the nurse’s office because you punched your tail into the drywall?”

“And you tried to build a tower up to the rafters?”

The two immune cells stared at each other with wide eyes for a few tense seconds.

Verdant could have never prepared for what came next: they both let out a keening, air-piercing shriek, like two giddy tea kettles. They lunged at each other for a forceful hug and jumped up and down awkwardly on the stairs. When the eosinophil swept Joe off of her feet, they lost balance, and the two of them tumbled down as a screaming mass of tails and limbs.

I don’t feel like finishing this but it was pretty experimental so idc lol.

[Start ID: Two panel comic showing Sid (AU eosinophil character with thick purple stripes, pale skin, blonde hair and tail with dorsal lobes, and violet eyes) and Joe (AU killer T cell character with stripes, a skinny tail, eyes and long hair that are all brown, and a Caucasian appearance). In the first panel, both are shown as children in a playground meeting each other for the first time. Joe is talking about something excitedly and has gray shorts, sneakers with pink socks, and a darker top with a green T design on it. Her hair is worn in pigtails and she has a bandage around the end of her tail. Sid is listening to Joe intently, holding a toy spear, and their tail has not yet grown a real “spearhead protein” that adults have. They’re wearing a blue and green tee shirt with a design loosely resembling a worm with a spear through it. They have bright green glasses and darker shorts and flip-flops. Their blond hair is short and they are masculine-presenting here. In the second panel, both reunite as adults, hugging happily with their eyes closed and huge smiles. The background is a rather abstract blurry view of a lit-up city. Joe is wearing a black uniform and “kill” cap, and wears her hair down now. Sid now wears more modest glasses, a pink uniform, and has a fully developed spearhead on their tail. They now present femininely and have grown their hair out, and have messily dyed it pink, purple and blue randomly, and the end of their tail now has some purple on it as well. End ID.]

[pines4thetwin]

Hi again! Rambling Soul eater anon again ^^ i cant stop thinking about this au! I love the idea of the two of them using insanity to overcome some resonance issues like the Maka crona fight 👀 may i possibly even suggest that in aftermath, ford possibly still reeling from the adrenaline and insanity kisses stan and stan (who's grappling with guilt for his feelings-NEEDS to just happy to have his brother back, he's selfish for wanting more) both has to shove it aside for the sake of taking care of ford in this moment but also blaming it on the black bloods influence- ford could never want him that way.....right.... 👀 miscommunication kings of new jersey fr

But also i was thinking like them being kids and switching off! Up until they didnt...of course stan and fords different devotions!! but i was thinking like maybe fords weapon form is a chain scythe vs stan the standard (haha) scythe? And stan thinks fords form is cool as hell!! And maybe ford at first finds solace in his weapon form- people cant stare at his hands now! But maybe the bullies just mock him for still being different "cant even manage to be a normal weapon! freak!" Type of way. So he transforms less and less despite stans desperate attempts to tell him he's cool as hell, but he could never say no to Ford's asking, just promises himself he'll become the sharpest blade for ford

i lobe you sm thank you for gibing me a reason to yap about this au!!!!!!!! Answering this one a lil backwards so bare with me!

I know i throw around the term death scythe alot but i dont think either stans would be a tradition scythe tbh. I havent quite settled on what they would be tho. Also the soul eater world is just weird enough that i dont think Fords six fingers would get much notice tbh. (not to say he couldn't still get bullied about them ya know. just that it's not something i would focus on tbh) Maybe as kids cause children are stupid but like even the teens of the soul eater verse are out there fighting for their lives so i dont think theyd care.

Maybe ford could be a cursed weapon like tsubaki but i really like the idea of him as stans miester tbh. But with them switching off and then suddenly not anymore: i think itd stem from his desire to be seen as separate from stan, like with the whole being twins then also being twin weapons... he'd slowly pull away. the only reason he doesnt stop using stan as his weapon entirely is cause he couldnt stand the idea of fully parting with stan/someone other that him using stan.

Regardless, stan would absolutely devote himself to becoming the best weapon Ford could ever ask for (and be entirely torn up to realize ford partnered with someone else in stans absence)

as for the other part I love that idea so much!!! I love a bit of miscom and yeah theyre the kings of it. Ford kissing stan mid insanity?!?!? Stan kissing him back with just as much if not more fervor?!?!? Theyre just covered in black blood gripping and cradling each other on the floor and full blown making out!! I dont think either of them would even realize/process what happened until way later when they're safe and the adrenaline has faded. And they wouldn't talk about it cause then'd they have to talk about all their other problems. And those two idiots have yet to have a proper convo about anything since they reunited.

And both of them think the kiss only happened because of the insanity. Like sure that might be what ignited it but the desire was always there. But yea they both believe that's the only reason the kiss was reciprocated.

Stan would definitely beat himself up over it because he was the one who was more sane in the moment (even though the were both affected ntm ford kissed him first.) I love the idea of stan patching ford up after their fight. Cause usually Ford is a meticulous fighter but under the effects of black blood? all that methodical-ness is throw out the window. And stan (both of them really) just playing that kiss on repeat while stan wraps fords wounds.

I just love the black blood scenes with maka and soul so much and imagining those with the stans is just *chefs kiss, mind explosion*

Ya know that scene where soul shields maka with his body? I just know that stan would have that kind of devotion to ford, even after all the years that have passed!!

And i know ford is happy to have his brother back too even if he's shitty at showing it. (It's not his fault guys, he's literally going insane)

(Feel free to ramble in my inbox whenever!! about this au or whatever else!!)

[philtstone]

for Spotify wrapped prompts: lotr characters of your choice + #11?? (trying my luck to see if I somehow don’t land on a Bollywood song but will be thrilled no matter what!)

#11 -- main hoon na (I'm here now) so funny story my spotify wrapped playlist does NOT include numbering. no numbers. god knows why. and i am not counting my way thru that list. which means i will simply be selecting an inspiration song from the list for each of these prompts, but that still is not saving u from the bollywood of it all. so, to really hard launch things, im splicing the goofiest most spy kids ass incredibly sweet movie of all time with -- of course -- the hippie camp counsellor au

Aragorn's headache has been building since well before lunch, but the relative absence of any sort of real amenities at this truck stop has only made it worse.

First: because outside of a measly bag of chips, which he insisted be shared by Arwen (prone to blood-sugar-related headaches), Eowyn (technically still growing her frontal lobe), Frodo (looking too solemn for a thirteen year old, also still growing), and Sam (who immediately offered his share to Frodo), Aragorn has not eaten anything since their stop at the forlorn Wendy's last night.

Second: because, in pursuit of something more sustaining than said measly bag of chips, Merry and Pippin went investigating. Alone. And now they've been misplaced.

“Under construction! To be replaced by what? A corporate behemoth without any soul?! Without a whit of warmth? Grand oak tables! The ambiance of a fine dining experience! My cousin Balin’s restaurant was no ordinary truck stop facility! The spaghetti bolognese alone made it worth the detour! How many a road trip did I take as a boy –”

Gimli is only twenty one, so this is not so significant as all that. 

“Do you think we wouldn’t have misplaced them if we tried to find another Wendy’s?” Legolas asks philosophically, as if Gimli is not standing beside him on the verge of tears.

“We haven’t misplaced them,” Aragorn says. They definitely have. “We must simply ask around – they couldn’t have gotten far. At worst, they have squirreled their way into one of these trucks, and we would definitely notice that.”

The obnoxious horn-blowing alone, Aragorn thinks.

“They could have been kidnapped,” says Legolas, all pragmatic cheer. “Or run over. Or they could be trapped in one of the toilet stalls – the locks stuck on Gimli for a good five minutes when we were in there.”

“Gone!” wails Gimli, who gets very theatrical when upset. “Erased! An institution of road-side relaxation! Oooh, how could Balin not have told me? And for it to be replaced by a barren Travel Center with nothing but a few vending machines! I wasn’t prepared for this kind of tragedy to happen in my lifetime …”

“Legolas,” Aragorn grits out, “some optimism, please.” Gimli is going through multiple stages of grief, so Aragorn lets him be. “Let us put our heads together and do something constructive.”

Canvassing the truckers seems as immediate a solution as any, so that is what they do.

“We’re looking for the cousins of my father’s friend’s nephew,” Gimli describes emotionally to a confused old woman in a cowboy hat and her somewhat tree-shaped husband. “If anyone would have appreciated the smoked smash burgers of my own cousin’s menu … but it’s all lost now! Could you’ve seen ‘em?”

“We’re looking for two very small children,” Legolas says solemnly to the biker gang Eomer had serendipitously known from university, but who eye them with suspicion nonetheless. “You know, the kind you look at and immediately think, oh God, small children, if you’re the sort to not like children much.”

“We’re looking for two pre-teen boys,” Aragorn clarifies at every interval, feeling desperate. “Aged twelve and eleven, with fair hair, coming up to no higher than my hip. You couldn’t miss them if you tried; one of them is wearing a Super Mario t-shirt.” 

“Oh, that will be Pippin,” Legolas confirms from behind him. “Terrible taste in video games.”

Gimli dabs tearfully at his eyes with a large checkered handkerchief he pulled from the back of his jeans.

It’s not that he’s truly worried Merry and Pippin have been kidnapped – they do have a rudimentary grasp of stranger danger – only Aragorn is supposed to be exercising leadership on this trip. He is the driver, after all. Even if he still isn't wholly confident in his grad school options.

“Maybe you could do MSF or something,” Legolas wonders aloud, as they look underneath a particularly rusty-looking sixteen-wheeler for their runaway tweens. “Next year I mean, in between things. I’m sure Uncle Elrond would consider that a viable career. You had the pamphlet in your backpack last month and everything.”

“You need a medical degree to do MSF, Legolas,” Aragorn says tiredly; it’s not that he hasn’t thought about it.

“What if you started your own version of MSF, with herbal medicine,” Legolas continues, undeterred. “I’m sure that would be popular amongst middle class white moms. And you’d be an entrepreneur.” 

It would somewhat defeat the whole point, but Aragorn appreciates the brainstorming. 

Back to Merry and Pippin – technically they are Gandalf’s responsibility – but Gandalf is in the bathroom, so they feel like his, and, furthermore, Aragorn’s getting a bit nervous about leaving Frodo and Sam in the van all alone for so long. Two days ago they found a feral possum in the trunk who they kept on because it has an uncanny sense of direction (it will scratch at random points on the map when it’s not screaming and hissing from the back seat), and though it won’t stop chewing on the hem of Frodo’s jeans, Frodo refuses to let them toss it out of the car; he insists he and the possum can communicate. Aragorn would think he was lying if not for Sam also insisting they can communicate – he has absolutely nothing good to say about the Possum’s personality – and, well, Sam’s a stoutly practical kid. So certainly they must be being truthful.

But the poor possum could bite them, left unattended.

Aragorn decides to try the biker gang one last time.

“Please,” Aragorn says, “they’re like our younger brothers; we can’t just leave them to fend for themselves.”

“Hmm,” says the gruffest of the lot, after a prolonged bout of contemplation. “There was a fist fight or something by the portapotties — I saw a kid’s backpack lying around afterward.”

Of course it had to be a fistfight, Aragorn thinks, as Gimli goes pale and Legolas places a delicate mourning hand flat upon his breast. They march over to the portapotties, accordingly. Sure enough, the backpack is there, but Merry and Pippin are nowhere to be found.

Aragorn kicks at the side of the nearest portable. His toe clips it awkwardly, so he has to sit down for a minute, limping, and resist the urge to bury his head in his hands.

“Oh,” he hears Legolas say. “Oh, alright. Yeah. Yeah. Uh huh.”

Aragorn looks up. 

“It's Eowyn,” Legolas says, holding his phone up somewhat unnecessarily. “She says they’re in the van.”

“This whole time?” asks Gimli, slow of voice.

“Well, no. They’ve got deli sandwiches with them. Real ones. Apparently the honey ham is pretty good.”

“Give me the phone,” Aragorn says; Legolas does.

“Hello,” it is not Eowyn, but Arwen’s musical voice on the other end of the line. Aragorn wonders if she perhaps anticipated his mood from the other end of the truck stop and so had the forethought to rescue an unwitting Eowyn from it. Arwen does occasionally demonstrate a telepathic sort of vibe when it comes to him. “We heard your yell from all the way over here – is everything alright?”

Oh. Right.

“Put Merry and Pippin on, please,” Aragorn says, because he couldn’t bear to be rude to his girlfriend and his toe really is throbbing, so he can’t trust himself. “Are they – there, yes. Yes. Well I can hear them in the background. Arwen –”

“Hullo Aragorn,” comes Pippin’s voice, after a staticy smartphone handover.

“I will leave you here next time,” Aragorn says.

“No he won’t,” says Legolas.

“No he won’t,” says Gimli.

“He’s just a little hungry,” chimes in Arwen, a muffled distance from the receiver.

“Well, that’s alright!” says Pippin, before Aragorn can protest. “We got you sandwiches, didn’t we?”

“Oh, yes,” adds Merry, just as close to the phone. “We picked one up just for you. Saved it and everything from that biker gang and Frodo’s possum.”

“Oh, he’s named it now. Calls it Smeagol.”

“I thought he said it introduced itself.”

“Oh, yes, it did do that. Sam disagrees though, says it’s named Gollum.”

“Terrible name for a possum.”

“Don’t you think so? But anyway, your sandwich is safe with us.”

And, despite it all, Aragorn finds that he can do absolutely nothing else but laugh loudly, fondly, and for a long while.

[most-tragic-character-tournament]

IM SCREAMING WHOEVER MADE THE CRYING CHILD THINGY DIDNT DO HIS STORY JUSTICE (im sorry if you see this im not trying to hate but theres just so much more to his story and its so fucking tragic and sad and GRRRRR) warning idk how coherant this is going to be im dyslexic and idk how to oragnize my thoughts el oh el okay for starters, the crying child's night terrors werent just night terrors that happen to him naturally. HIS DAD FUCKING GASSED HIM WITH THE INTENTIONS OF GIVING HIM THOSE HALLUCINATIONS!!! not only that but william afton (his dad, thats also tragic his dad is a cold blooded child serial killer and is the reason why the rest of his family and just other kids and people are fucking DEAD!! and SUFFERING!!! THEY CANT REST!!!) william is an abusive father as seen with elizabeth, no doubt he treats his other kids the same and therefor cc the same. (no good father would gas his kid. let alone hallucination gas.) and not only that but cc is tormented his whole short lived life by his older brother and the older brother's friends. and all of that horrible torment and abuse and zero comfort at all HIS WHOLE HEAD GETS CHOMPED!!! he was killed by his brother and the brother's friends as a "prank" despite his begging and pleading for them to not. LIKE THIS POOR KID GOT EATED :((( a lot of people also get it confused with the frontal lobe stuff. the bite of '87 was where it was just the frontal lobe. this was confirmed by phone guy in fnaf 1. jeremy (bite of '87 dude) was also confirmed to have lived after it just without a frontal lobe. crying child however who is the victim of the bite of '83 got his whole head crushed as seen in the little 8-bit scene. ALSO if you believe in the goldenduo theory which is really popular in the fandom the crying child possesses golden freddy (the yellow bear that eated his head) along with cassidy who is a murder victim OF HIS DAD!!!!! and now hes just stuck there with all of the missing children (other murder victims possessing the main crew) like bro's life sucked and now his afterlife is just a constant reflection on how his whole life is flawed and tragic. hes surrounded by constant suffering.

(also this little fella doesnt even have a name like all of these horrible things happen and all can be said about him is crying child or bite victim. [canonically hes never refered to with a name, no one in canon calls him cc or bv, just the fandom and in aus])

[Propaganda]

[that--unusual-person]

created a skinwalker type fnaf au for fun. bellow is a sneak peak

SPRINGTRAP/WILLIAM AFTON

              Human:          6

              Animal:           9

              Mechanical:  2

Before he entered the Spring Bonnie suit, he stole from Henry mounds and mounds of research and files on animals.  He continued to study in the woods, hunting animals and collecting their remains for his own experiments, this eventually led to the continued disappearances of children who have wandered deep into these woods.  William would use these children for his experiments, stuffing their remains into his creations of fur, machine, flesh and blood.  A total of four children have been presumed dead by locals after the search for them after years has ended, but deep within the woods their spirits lurk within the creations of William Afton in the form of a rabbit, bear, chicken, and fox.

When William found what he was after, he disregarded all other projects and made a suit especially designed for himself.  Unlike the others, his suit was made to be made mostly of animal remains and much less mechanical, quoted by William “- to feel more alive within new a mind and body.”  His goal was to become an apex predator, to create man-made evolution. Many have reportedly gone missing; several carcasses of human and animal remains were found.

WITHERED BONNIE

              Human:          4

              Animal:           7

              Mechanical:  8

One of the experiments created by William Afton after his first breakthrough.  He was prone to higher levels of violence due to his original nature to run from danger, his instincts were reversed by Afton through mental rehabilitation, exposing this new creature to multiple threats in the wild.  As rabid as it was, Afton proceeded into the final step, worried that this experiment would be terminated similarly to Mangle.  The remnant of the child was extracted and shoved into Bonnie, effectively ‘taming’ him.  But it made matters worse for Afton, as Bonnie began to fight back, forcing Afton to a last resort of destroying him.  After Bonnie began to break and realize his limit, he fled from Afton, burrowing himself into the woods.  Some reported seeing what could have been the shape of a skin walker and sounds of guttural howling throughout the night.

MXES

              Human:           5

              Animal:          10

              Mechanical:  10

A hyper intelligent creation of animals and machines.  Half completed, when Afton finished his work, MXES was left to pull himself together of what remains, which was not much, but enough to survive.  This creature learned and adapted from Afton’s habits and from watching his work.  The animal brain posted inside him was laced with neural technology, allowing MXES to evolve and learn as an alarming rate. Not much is known about this creature since it started to function on its own without proper research/track records. Some have claimed to see a giant snake-like creature moving through the waters at night when the moon is full.

MANGLE

              Human:           1

              Animal:         10

              Mechanical:  6

An abandoned project when Afton first began without using the souls of children.  Mangle was created out of pure animalistic instinct and some machinery to keep her alive.  Though, she was doomed to fail from the beginning.  Afton did not account for the rabid behavior she could possess when a second brain was attached to her skeleton, Mangle then proceeded to fight for dominance over her own body with the new attachment, resulting in her own body to be torn apart and bent at awkward angles.  A fatal attempt to fix her lasted months, her body becoming what is seen today.  Giving up, Afton gave her one last kick at life, and set her free.  It is reported that a hiker was found with his frontal lobe missing, and many others claiming to see what looked like a huge spider hanging in the trees.

[fenmere]

Who we are

We've written about this before, and we'll write about it again. We have slightly different words for it tonight, so we want to put them out there.

This is related to this post about the difference between the words Kepekapean and Ktletaccete.

OK.

We are Ktletaccete and Beshakete, and Jenifer and Eh. Ktletaccete means "descendants of Jenifer and Eh", but sometimes we'll get lazy and use the word to describe our two eldest members, too.

This is probably going to get lengthy.

Beshakete

Getting the Beshakete out of the way, because they're description is short. They are called Outsiders in English, and are basically spiritual walk-ins. There are thirteen of them that we know about. They are all elemental in nature, as far as we know. And not elemental as in like wind, earth, fire, and water. Nor as in the periodic table. But elemental as in Entropy, Interconnectedness, the Concept of Forward, Dirt (specifically), Container, Sphereness, etc.

Some of them have developed pretty complex personalities and life histories while in our system, while others have opted to remain as pure to their original selves as possible.

They are fractal in nature. The instance of any one of them, as they occur in our system, is not the whole, but it describes the whole, and contains infinite multitudes all the way down.

The Ktletaccete and Jenifer and Eh

We have three genders, which are our ways of relating to our body and the outer world through the sections of the brain that we each live in: dragons, girls, and id monsters. We're not going to talk much about those, but Jenifer is the eldest girl, Eh is the eldest dragon, and Phage (who is Beshakete) is the eldest id monster. Not all id monsters are Beshakete, and not all Beshakete are id monsters, but there's a large overlap.

But, anyway, we Ktletaccete and our parents seem to be this:

Dragons.

Real, live, shapeshifting dragons.

You might opt to call us spiritual dragons. We prefer the term "memetic entity" or even "storybook" or "mythical", though our myth is our own and comes from nowhere else but what we've experienced since our vessel was born.

We are not like other dragons, but no dragons are.

Dragons are an extremely diverse category of archetypal monster, and the original dragons were really just a collection of individual creatures, beasts, monsters, spirits, and gods created specifically for their unique roles in their unique stories of origin.

But, thanks to the evolution of language and memetics, all dragons are related now, too.

And things that existed long before the word dragon was invented are now dragons, including extant living species of animal and plant.

We dragons are, more or less, the children of humans. At least from a certain philosophical perspective (many spiritualities and cultures would say otherwise, and that's OK - we're talking about our own, here).

So, we Ktletaccete are a breed of dragon who are descended from humans, unique to ourselves. And when we say that we are not human, what we mean is that we've evolved to be incompatible with humans reproductively and socially and are basically a new species. But we are technically human in the same way that humans are lobe finned fish.

The ancestry is important and undeniable, and a thing that makes us terrestrial (despite how our fiction paints a picture of it being otherwise - we can daydream). But the distinction and difference is more important, practically speaking. So, we will insist, regularly, that we are not human.

How we Ktletaccete develop and function - our life cycle

Jenifer and Eh are both essentially walk-ins who entered our system before anybody else formed and took ownership of our vessel and brain, much like how many religions describe the way all souls work. This is according to their memories, and they basically have developed like any other sentient children (though Jenifer has spent most of her life dissociated and hidden in our subconscious, watching everything quietly like the nonverbal autistic she is).

So, we're not describing their conception or development.

When a Ktletaccete is conceived in our system, they start with the formation of a self schema.

All schemas of identity become self schemas in our brain. ALL of them.

If we learn about a person, enough that we understand them as a person, even if they're fictional or an anthropomorphized thing, that schema of identity is enough to become a self schema and gain consciousness. Almost immediately.

This can be as simple as a face, an expression, an emotion, and a motive. Names are not required. But, names can imply all of those things sometimes, so a name can spark a whole person if we focus on it the right way.

This means that we create so many introjects.

But, we can also create a new headmate by imagining an alternate version of one of us, like, "what would I be like if I had a different special interest or a different name?" And, every time we make a TTRPG character, we make a headmate if someone who already exists doesn't come forward to make the character a faceclaim.

Now, every new headmate gets associated with a member who becomes their parent. Their parent will help them form and grow, lending them memories and memetics, portions of identity either from themselves or from things they admire.

Most new headmates are either children of Akailea (the mother of all introjects) or Gnargrim (our brood guardian), but our older members will still occasionally have children, too. Sometimes, like in the case of Little Eh and Elle, it will be a classic split, usually caused by their parent (Eh in these two cases) trying to be someone they're not. Rarely having anything to do with trauma, but more likely ambition or curiosity.

However it happens that relationships form, our parents always give our children the identity of being Ktletaccete.

This happened even in the case of Phage giving birth to Ni'a, even though Phage is not Ktletaccete. Ni'a identifies as half Ktletaccete, really.

From our conceptions, we develop immediately into beings that would be autistic by human standards (our vessel is autistic after all), and with a special interest or Art. For the vast majority of us that Art is studying and imitating a subject, such as Venom or our toilet as an anthropomorphized semi-animate object. For the rest of us, it's often a skill or an area of study, or a neurological talent.

Morde's Art, for instance, is networking between all of our system members via our brain's neurology.

And then, after that, as we experience life, whether that's repeating the same dream over and over with minor variations in our inworld or fronting and doing stuff in the outworld, we grow into full fledged people.

Now, our inworld shapes are something interesting.

Most of us have humanoid forms, because we are factive introjects of humans. But we are not human, and being shapeshifters we can easily take other shapes.

Those of us who are directly related from Jenifer and Eh, however, do not have default human forms. We tend toward either the draconic or some other Terrestrial animal (though usually still with draconic traits).

Our wolves, for instance, have fully draconic forms that they can take, as well as fully lupine and humanoid forms.

Our biggest clue that we we have non-human forms is the dysphoria, dissociation, and phantom climbs we experience when we front. Which are strongest if we haven't fronted in a long time.

It's pretty clear from that that when we are inworld and disconnected from the front, we take our most comfortable non-human form and get used to it.

But, when our vessel is sleeping and we front in a dream, we unfortunately get such strong signals from our vessel that we usually take human form in the dream. Also, our nightly dreams are usually processing memories from our outworld experiences, so there's the association of being humanoid from those memories as well.

In this way we teach each other how to pretend to be human and try to pass as human when we're fronting.

Most of us, including most of our introjects, seem to dream of the day when we don't have to do that anymore.

Anyway, none of us die. Our vessel will, someday, and that will do something to us, but until then we're immortal and impervious to harm in the same way as a cartoon character. You can squish one of us flat, tear us apart, swallow and fully digest us, and we'll pop right back up an instant later.

Since we've learned that, we've moved all of our weirdest kink scenes entirely inworld. And we've become much, much less fearful of our horror movie style nightmares.

Nightmares about social situations involving our outworld parents still trigger us for days afterward, unfortunately.

[apatheticlexicographer]

BYLER FIC REC WEEK DAY 7: FREE DAY / SELF PROMO recs

When It’s Over by ikrannn

mike-centric; plot. this AU has so many layers that i don’t really know how to summarize them. it’s an aged-up S1 AU, but also an AU where mike lived in minnesota and didn’t meet the party until recently, but also an AU where mike went missing for a year, but also a werewolf mike AU, but ALSO AN IT CROSSOVER AU. it sounds insane and it is, but somehow it works??? anyway, u may or may not know that i am a little hashtag consumed with the need for more werewolf fics in this fandom so it’s not rlly a surprise i latched onto this one. multichapter, hasn’t updated in a while but not officially discontinued, u know the drill

Who's a Good Boy? by whisperingcorn

will-centric; some plot. now okay. this one isn't legally a byler fic, which is why i didn't rec it previously, but it's very good and it deserves it and in my defense the author said they're byler-favourable but aren't writing romance abt 12yos. mkay??? mkay. yeah so will spends almost a year in the upside down and raises his vomit slug children as his own pack hivemind of demodogs. good??? good. he's so feral i Lobe Him. multichapter, might be complete might continue

and for self promo... well i only have 2 published byler fics so far 💀💀 the WIP stack doesn't count

moth to a flame (or a lightbulb) by ApatheticLexicographer

mike-centric; some plot. post-s4 mike gets vecnaed fic except i ignore all the canon precedents set for how the vecnafication process works so that i can better psychologically torture my blorbo. featuring copious amounts of self loathing and the mortifying ordeal of being known... by yourself. also yes, the structure is inspired by a christmas carol. (a few ppl recced this this week and i am fuckin deased over that btw) oneshot, complete tho i may one day add a prequel and/or sequel

root rot by ApatheticLexicographer

will-centric; plot. MY HANAHAKI FIC!!! MY MALNOURISHED BUT BELOVED HANAHAKI FIC!!! I UPDATED IT!!! plot rewrite fic where will first experiences hanahaki at the snow ball, and it only goes downhill from there. if u like greek mythology (that tragic morbid shit particularly like orpheus & eurydice or hades & persephone) then congrats bc i'm gonna plagiarize the vibes and symbolism but not the narratives. it's a bit bloody and it's only gonna get bloodier bc i love me some tragic aesthetic gore, so mind if ur squeamish. multichapter, ongoing (for realsies like i pinkie promise-)