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amymaleneart · 5 months ago

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This was a whole lot of fun to read!!

@ravenwriter16, you did a wonderful job recreating my aus and how they would interact with the archivist. I was definitely surprise that you would pick a fight with Roxy! I'm guessing that's something you wanted to do for a while, right? 🤣

And the room is wonderful. Like a dream come true. 🤩

I feel honor to a part of your creative process and am I still enjoying the rpg asks you've been sending.

Now you better get back to peeling those alien potatoes. We still have many bags to get done before mealtime.

Creative Minds Think Alike!

Episode 1---Episode 2---Episode 3

Featuring the amazing: @amymaleneart

Reminder! If the content creator doesn't approve of how i represented them, or their AUs/OCs then I will edit my work or DELETE it. It's not my intention to mock or belittle anyone's work. This series is supposed to showcase amazing creators!

I do not beta read! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!

I hum a random Disney song to myself while I finish up preening my wings. I grunt when I untangle and pluck a few of my downy feathers. Holding the offending feathers up to my face I narrow my eyes at them.

I exam each one before selecting a couple to keep, tossing the rest into the bag hanging by a hook nailed into the side of my desk.

My hands smooth over my preened wing before the whole thing shifts back behind my back. I roll my shoulders, getting comfortable. I hold the smaller feathers in hand close to my chest as I lean back in my spot on the windowsill.

It was a very relaxing day today. A few complaints here and there from Residents, a couple certificates stating new worlds starting up, and some even came over and registered their OCs. Very easy paper work, so easy in fact that I had handed the reigns over to my little servants.

The robots handling the records after some sprites review them for any falsities or spelling errors. A small Mothman wearing reading glasses was signing documents in the corner. Whenever one of my servants finishes a document, record, or more commonly a letter, they wrap the parchment up, tie it with a strand or ribbon, then hand it off to my messenger ravens.

I open the door with a small smile as one of said ravens waddle up to me. I nod my head in courtesy as it takes to the skies. A small white roll of paper tied to its leg.

I hum and get to my feet, stretching while I suppress a yawn. “I should do some work to pass the time…”

Looking down at the feathers in my hand an idea comes to mind. Snapping my fingers, two plushies encased in a green light float over. They weren’t sewn shut yet, so it made it easier to deposit equal amount of the feathers into each of them.

I wave my hand and they seal with magical thread. I grin and hold out my palms. The green fades from them and they drop into my awaiting hands. Two Squishmellow-like plushies, with one looking like a cute frog the other a baby bat.

As I head to the door with the plushies in hand, a couple pixies fly over with my cloak, my Archivist coat of arms pin, and side satchel. I thank them, taking each object one by one.

They bow, giggling as they head back to their cleaning tasks.

I eye them suspiciously but end up just sighing and heading out. It was noon right now, and I take a few steps away from my mushroom before stretching my wings out fully. I hum in content before folding them back up and heading down the cobblestone path to the Castle.

I wave to castle workers, mainly gardeners currently, and to creators who happen to be out or were tidying up their houses. It was a peaceful day…

Which made it a very boring day…

I sigh and fold my hands behind my head as I walk, biting the side of my lip slightly. “I know I need to protect this place from thieves and assassins…But I could really go for anything like that right now…”

Hmmm…

When in doubt, head to the art room!

Now here’s something you must understand about the Castle’s Legendary Art Room. It is HUGE!!!

Of course it has to be, with all the creators here who uses this room and its materials for their own enjoyment. It was like a grand extravagant ballroom but with multiple floors connected by floating stepping stones. The room having enough space for canvases of any size. You can find whatever color paint you could think of and a plethora of brushes, paints, markers and pencils.

If you choose a spot to use and want privacy, you can even raise up walls that block everything out. There you could change your surroundings, add music to help you to focus, and even the smell to suit your tastes.

Already there were a bunch of creators, some taking a little snack break and sitting at the tables in the middle of the room. On either side of the walls were a few boxes and opening areas in use. The sunlight falls in through the glass ceiling, providing a comforting warmth.

A few people pass by me, either carrying their new creation out of the room, or hurrying into the room with a huge smile on their face that gave away their excitement to start on a new project.

I head into the room, arms falling to my sides and wings folding in closer to my back, not wanting to knock anything over.

I reach an open wall on the first floor. A small easel with a blank canvas is positioned in front of a simple wooden stool. On a small table near the canvas was a simple six well pallet, three already filled with simple green, red, and blue. Next to it was a small tin can, with paint splatters all over, which was filled with paint brushes.

I grunt softly as I take a seat on the stool, my wings draped behind me and on the floor. Lucky it the floor looked newly cleaned, so I didn’t worry too much about dirt getting on my freshly preened feathers.

I sigh and eye the brushes. A flat acrylic brush with white bristles stands out. The white wooden handle covered in splattered paint of various bright colors, most of yellow. I reach into my bag and pull out white fingerless gloves, making sure they stay tight around my palm as I slide them on. Then I snap my fingers and my wings melt into my shadow. My clothes turn white and my leather bag becomes a light beige, slightly fuzzy material.

Now prepared, I reach over and lift the brush I was looking at earlier. It feels rough and light in my hand.

I dip the brush in the green paint and lift it to the canvas. It’s sloppy and I think I made it too small, but I enjoy myself as I paint a simple door. I finish up with a small circle that made up the knob and then I set the brush down.

I can’t help but smile and wiggle un my seat in excitement as I lift my fist up to the canvas. I knock on my painted door, green staining my knuckles. I pull my hand back and wait.

I hear the sound of the keys jingling, then metal shifting against metal, then the door knob turns. The door slowly opens and a bright light greets me.

I laugh as the light becomes blinding. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I get tossed into a room, landing roughly on my bottom. I yelp and groan in pain while standing up and rubbing my back side.

“Oww~…Forgot about the rough landing…” I grumble.

The room I was in was white and bright. No shadows around expect for my own under my feet. I dust my pants off, making sure I still have everything on me. I straighten up and take a deep breath.

What happens next is going to be a tad difficult but nothing I haven’t managed to do before.

I plant my feet down fully and flex my hands into fists then relax them. I repeat this action while taking a deep breath.

It all happens so quickly. A bunch of bright and popping colors start splatting on the white walls, floor and ceilings. It was strange yet amazing to look at.

Though there was the usual itch at the front of my mind that told me to move, I knew it was better to just let it happen and go with the flow of colors.

Moving one foot in front of the other, the splatters start to actually form real illustrations.

Soon I was under a bright blue sky with a couple white clouds. I smile as a small breeze blows by, rustling a few trees nearby. A multitude of flowers surround me, scattered around these grassy hills that made up this strange painting-like world.

Everything seemed to be painted into existence. While I walk, paint squishes underfoot. Splattering on and staining my white clothing. Seeing some brighter flowers in the distance and up a small hill, I break off running.

Laughing as I’m covered in paint.

When I reach the top of the hill, I spread my arms out and take in this world’s sunlight. Covered in bright pinks, reds, yellows, blues, and greens.

A long and high whistle draws my attention. I look around, holding my hand over my eyes as I scan the fields.

I smile when I see a familiar yellow Fox Fae waving excitedly down the way. I wave back and start my descent down the hill. I lose my footing and start tumbling down instead of the graceful run that I had envisioned.

I hit the bottom in a face plant. Groaning in embarrassment when I hear the fae give a windchime like giggle. I hold up a finger, face still planted in the ground.

“Not…a word…”

More laughter than something poking my head. I look up and meet a green and blue gaze. Her yellow, gray, and black fur puffing out as She keeps trying to contain her laughter. She wears her usual blue overalls with the multi colored sleeves and legs.

A big bushy black tail, which had yellow paint coating most of the tip, swings happily behind her. Her ears pull back slightly as she covers her mouth.

“Oh ha, ha. Yeah, laugh it up.” I halfheartedly scold.

After getting back to my feet. I take in the giant colorful splatter all on my front and probably on my face as well. I gesture to my messy cheeks and raise a brow.

The fae giggles again, holding out both her paws. The yellow pads on her left paw turn white and she dips her right clawed index finger. It becomes coated in paint and she begins drawing in the air.

I watch and hold out my hand underneath the magical drawing. She pulls back with a smile and snaps her fingers. A handkerchief falls into my awaiting palm.

“Thanks, Color.” I wipe my face off with the offered cloth while the Fae nods her head happily before turning around and heading back to her easel and canvases.

I pull the handkerchief away enough to get a peek at the already completed sixty-four paintings. Yes, I counted them…I WAS JUST CURIOUS!!!

Anyway…Twenty-two of these canvases have the familiar blue and yellow aliens with their little human pet. I smile, laughing evilly but quietly so Color won’t hear me. Both Veterinarians were really nice and Stardust was so cute when they found out I could understand them.

Color scolded me though for teasing them…So of course I’m gonna do it again today!

Tucking the dirtied hanky into my satchel, I walk over to stand behind Color as she works on her newest painting. It was still in the beginning phase of her creative process, but I could already make out two VERY worried aliens and a very loopy looking Stardust.

“Painting #23 looks great, Color. Though, I expect nothing less from a talented Resident such as yourself!”

Color nods her head, claws flying over the canvas with such ease. She pulls back from the finished product and holds her chin, tiling her head. I watch as she turns her gaze to me and gestures to the painting.

I blink owlishly at her before something clicks. I smile and the feathers in my hair start to puff out in excitement. That’s all she needs as she grabs my arm, fur glowing a bright yellow as she jumps into her painting, with me screaming in confused delight behind her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The ship was pristine and busy. Species of all types in various uniforms pass by the two of us. To fit in better, I had allowed my wings to come out once more. Color walks next to me, leading the way.

A few people recognize the emblem pin on the strap of Color’s overalls. Color was not only the creator of this world, but she was also the Head Chef on this ship, making food for both Alien and Human alike. I watch as she smiles and waves at people she knows, my eyes wander to her new pair of arms that she made of paint.

I snicker and look down at my own arms, only the one pair. I was glad I could play my whole appearance on being from a distant planet. Color helped me with that when I first met her, letting me volunteer at a human shelter for a while so I could better integrate into this world.

“Miss Color!” I look up to find a white-feathered Cosmodian wearing a pink uniform walking towards us. She had a sash around her chest that was bulging with two wiggling bumps.

Color beams and waves at the ship’s head scientist. As Dr. Chica Cygnus walks up, Color starts doing her usual sign language. Luckily, with a little translation spell, I could understand her like everyone else on this ship…with some extra words that the signs couldn’t express.

-Hello Chica! How are you?-

“Just dandy! These two little sweeties are so well behaved!” She pats the sash and two cute little chubby faces pop out.

I gasp and try to keep my squeal to myself as I fish out the two plushies. Color smiles and pets the yellow and white/blue heads. The harpy toddler versions of Sun and Moon chirp, Sun’s blue eyes sparkling as he almost jumps out of the sash, while Moon’s red eyes only peak out from the fabric.

Color keeps Sun in the sash, Chica and her fussing and lightly scolding him, while I put the small plushies into the sash.

Sun immediately dives after the frog while Moon raises the bat and starts to chew on its head. I smile then look to Chica, “Giving their Caretaker a break?”

Chica nods, “Poor thing is working so hard. Thought ze might like a small breather!”

-That’s really sweet of you Chica! When I get back I’ll do a little check in with ze.- Color signs, giving one last scratch to both the harpy chicks, who purr in response.

“Miss Color?” a familiar voice calls out, drawing our attention down the hall.

There they were, Dr. Sunafetia Obqaurtz, Dr. Moontiedea Obquartz, and Captain Dawntitus Eclipseso. All looking profession in their uniforms, and looking very cute with their fluffy ears. I could just reach up and run my talons through the fluff all day—,

I clear my throat and look away while Color and Chica greet them. Chica gives a small bow before taking her leave, cooing at the two little bundles of feathers and happiness as they play with their new toys. I stop her subtly and place two more of my longer and softer feathers.

I say a quiet thank you before turning my attention back to the conversation color was having with the three boys.

Dr Sun was smiling, cradling a small form close to his chest, “It’s so good to see you again, is everything well?”

Color nods her head, ears happily twitching. -How’s little Stardust?-

“Not so good, I will admit,” Sun looks down at the little human in his arms with small pink, star-shaped scars all over their skin. They whine and nestle their nose deeper into his fur. “Poor thing got into Monty’s medicine. But after they sleep it off, everything will be fine.”

I snicker, very happy with the whole situation. Last time I was here , the little brat that Sun was holding, threw their lunch at me, bit me, and thought it would be funny to toss their toys at me in a nice game of catch…but only with my face.

Don’t get me wrong! I do hope they get better and I understand that they were forced into this. They were fun to hang out with and I…kind of deserved all their onslaughts…

Color and I can understand human speak as well as Cosmodian tongue. So, I might have…teased Stardust with it for a while…

…

IT WAS FUNNY!

Moon spares me a glance, raising a brow, “Miss Raven. Fancy seeing you out here.”

“Oh uh…Yes, I’m here because Ms. Color invited me over for…” I spare her a glance, “Tea?”

She snorts, covering her mouth, her ears shaking. She calms down and raises her arms, -I wanted to show her around the ship a bit more. Were’s the harm?-

The Captain rolls his eyes, all of his ears, folding back slightly as one of his canines peaks out from his lips. “The harm is, last time you brought this certain Cosmodian, it resulted in an all-out brawl with her and Private Lunesetia. Which ended with both of them in the infirmary.”

“Great job by the way.” Moon comments and I smirk. Sun was trying to hide his amusement by checking on Stardust.

“Not helping.” Eclipse growls.

I hold up my hands, “With all due respect, she had it coming.”

“Really?” He crosses his arms, “And why, in the great abyss, is that?”

I look to Color for help, eyes pleading.

She raises a brow, a mischievous smile splitting her lips as she takes a step back, her tail happily swishing to and fro behind her. Her yellow fur gaining a pinkish hue, reminding me if a sunrise. My wings puff up in surprise before my gaze darts back to Eclipse.

Sun was now standing to the side with Color, Moon joining them as well, leaving me alone to have a stare-off with Eclipse.

“Traitors…” I mumble, blowing some hair out of my eyes.

“I’m waiting.” Eclipse steadily taps a finger against his arm.

“Okay so uhm…funny story actually—,” I fidget with my hands, rubbing the leather of my gloves. Why was this feeling like I was getting scolded by a parent.

“YOU!” a shrill voice shrieks.

Color flinches, ears twitching irritably, in fact, all of the four Cosmodians present fold their ears back. My wings jolt up, spreading out and hitting a poor cleaning bot. Slamming the poor thing to the ground.

Before I offer my apologize, a gray blur charges towards me. I yelp and grab both the oncoming fists, making sure to keep a steady hold on them. I slide back a bit, the force almost knocking me off my feet. I grit my teeth and look up at the offender.

My green eyes meet burning yellow eyes. I grunt and take in a sharp inhale, “Heya Roxy! How’s it going? Lip feeling any better—,”

“SHUT UP!” She growls, spinning me around.

As I’m turning, I shoot a glare at Color, once again asking for help. But she was holding Stardust now, rubbing their hair while giving me a coy grin, her fur bristling.

“You’re evil!”

Moon raises a brow, “The Private or Ms. Color?”

“Both—?”

“I SAID SHUT UP!” Roxanne yanks one of her fist away from my grip. She rears it back before sending it hurtling towards my jaw.

I barely have time to dodge, releasing her other hand. She’s slams on the floor, face first. I shout as I tackle her, keeping my weight on her to pin her down. Ny wings were very helpful in that regard, adding more weight.

She growls as I grab her arms and pin them on her back. She twists and turns, trying to snap her giant teeth at me.

My chest rises and falls as I greedily gulp down air. Roxanne, though a jerk, was a worthy advisory in combat. I really need to brush up on my training.

“Yield?!” I ask.

“LIKE HELL I WILL—,”

“Enough! I will not have this on MY ship!” Eclipse’s booming voice causes both of us to still.

Moon and Color snicker while Sun, covers his mouth. But his flapping ears give away his real feelings towards all of this.

“Raven, get off the private, NOW.” Eclipse levels me with a hard stare as I climb off the gray Cosmodian.

Roxanna scrambles to her feet, giving me a stare that screamed murder. Then she dusts off her red uniform, growling slightly at the massive boot print I left on the side.

“Private, you were out of line—,”

“WHAT?! BUT SHE—,”

“Was doing NOTHING that warranted you charging at her.” Eclipse takes a step forward, his tall stature dwarfing both of us. “You’re already on thin ice already! I ordered you to stay in my office while we went to fetch human 411811*13112-8.”

“I received no such order from you, Captain.” She puffs out her chest in defiance, though I could see the slight tremor in her form as Eclipse flexes his hands in an attempt to calm himself.

I balk at her boldness, eyes darting between Eclipse and her while my mouth hanged open.

Before Roxanne can make her situation worse, Color steps in. Having handing calming blue to Moon, she was free to use her hands. Her colors changing to a calming mixture of blue and green.

-Captain…if I may be so bold?-

Eclipse looks down at her, eyes losing some of their fire now that they aren’t directed at me or the Private. He takes a deep breath, “You may.”

-I would like to be in charge of their punishment. I can assure you that this won’t happen again.-

“I’m not so sure…” Eclipse looks over her and straight at us. The wolf and I flinch, then shuffle away from each other.

-Trust me…-

Eclipse sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Fine…You’ve never steered me wrong before.”

He then waves to us, “Be my guest, Ms. Color.”

Sun chuckles while Moon grins. The oldest of the twins lets out a whistle, “You guys are in for it now~.”

She smiles and turns around. She spares a glance at me, and upon seeing the evil twinkle in her eye I’m suddenly very afraid. She turns all her attention to Roxanne.

-Private. You will help the cleaning crew with caring for uniforms for the rest of the day

“WHAT! ARE YOU SERIOUS—,”

“Private!” Eclipse warns, making her shrink into herself slightly.

Color just raises a brow, a small streak of red piercing through her calm greens and blues. -I hope this will help you reflect on the error of your actions today…-

Roxanne growls lowly, clenching her paws into fists. She turns tail and storms off, her stomps booming thanks to the sound echoing off the walls. Her tails swishes angrily behind her.

Color smiles then looks at me and I flinch, a shudder going down my spine.

As an Archivist I have a sort of…Spider Sense so to speak. I’m able to sense a Creator’s Aurora, a small pulse of otherworldly power that ebbs out of their body. Every Aurora feels different, unique to its user.

Color’s—Amymalenart’s Auora felt like invisible feathers flying through the wind, soft enough to tickle. Though as her stare continues to linger on me, I could feel the wing pick up, making the feathers slightly sharp as they fly over my skin.

My own feathers bristle at the feeling.

I swallow the lump in my throat. I wish they taught me how to deal with handling these type of things when I was back at the Academy.

-You…will help me in the kitchen!-

I blink, my wings stilling. “That…That’s it?”

“Boo…” Moon voices, yelping when Sun elbows him, reminding him to behave.

Sun steps up to Color, who gives him a warm smile. The yellow Cosmodian gives a small bow, “Moonie and I will take our leave now. It was nice seeing you again.”

Moon rolls his eyes, rubbing Stardust’s back as he begins walking away. When he reaches my side, he leans in slightly, “Next time, put more strength into your grip.”

I give him a pointed look. Of course he would want me to get into MORE trouble…

Sun pats my shoulder when he also passes me, giving me a reassuring smile. The brothers turn down the hall, removing themselves from view. Eclipse steps between me and Color.

He folds his hand behind his back, “Behave…BOTH of you.”

‘Fat chance…’

I roll my eyes mentally while I assure him I won’t and Color does the same. He gives us a look that said he didn’t believe us, but sighs tiredly before leaving, following after his younger brothers.

I let out a sigh myself, “That was a lot…”

-You’re not done yet~.-

I eye her, “Well I know I have to help you in the kitchen, but like…only as a taste tester right? Or helping you cook something?”

Color lets out her usual chime-like laughter. Her magic wavers and I see her human form. Blue hair framing pink glasses. Her black and yellow sweater having a few paint spells. She wipes a tear from her eye, her fae form returning.

-Hardly! I received a shipment of…We’ll say potatoes. AND THEY WON’T PEEL THEMSELVES!-

She snatches my arm and drags me to the kitchen. I groan which she ignores, laughing. I can’t help but laugh as well, Color’s joy contagious.

I shrug, resigned to my fate of peeling alien tubers with my colorful friend.

Guess I’ll have something to do today after all…

***

Episode Three is completed!

I want to say my most gracious thanks to @amymalenart! Thank you for letting me write your AUs and you amazing Fae-sona.

And thank you for roleplaying with you on your blog! I've been having so much fun!

Thank you all for reading! I hope you enjoyed it as much as i had writing it!

Have a Fantastic day or night!

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 2 years ago

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The Crazy Quartet Playing Crazy Chicks Song(2023)

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[Note: Do Not Reblog Without Permission.]

Credit for Crazy Chicks goes to Ken Ashcorp

Credit for Transformers goes to Hasbro & Takara

Credit for Transformers Animated goes to Sam Register & Matt Youngberg

Credit for FNAF goes to Scott Cawthon

Credit for FNAF Security Breach goes to Steel Wool Studios

Credit for Helluva Boss goes to Vivienne “Vivziepop” Medrano

Credit for Steven Universe goes to Rebecca Sugar

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Blitzwing becoming friends with those three....uh, technically four (because Moondrop counts as the fourth.) seems like a interesting idea.

and yeah I know I didn’t draw The Decepticon Insignia, I know I was going to, but I’m gonna be lazy and just leave it as is....

and yes, I like the song “Crazy Chicks”, it’s a good song....well I think it is, but it’s okay that not everyone likes it.

Spinel is holding a boombox that is playing the Crazy Chicks song.

Sundrop is on Blitzwing’s shoulders, Robo-Fizz is on Sundrop’s shoulders,

and Spinel is on Robo-Fizz’s shoulder.

like picture Blitzwing running all over the place with them like that, all while Spinel is holding the boombox playing that song.

Moondrop is still part of "The Crazy Quartet" since both he and Sundrop share the same body.

I am working a type of Crossover that has to do with Spinel being a Crossover with TFA and some other series as well...

but it would also be interesting, if Spinel is found by Blitzwing and Lugnut, like she could still look a mess when they find her, and before she poofs and reforms on how she looks when she meets Steven, Amethyst, Garnet and Pearl.

even if Spinel is suppose to ��stay perfectly still”, she ends up taking a “break”

and goes with the two, but takes that gem communicator in case Pink calls from Earth to tell her that the game is almost finished and she will be coming back to get her.....which if it’s been a thousand years, of course it wasn’t a game...

plus while on Earth, in Detroit...

Spinel could of been with both Lugnut and Blitzwing, or possibly both them, Megatron, Mixmaster, Scrapper and the Imprisoned Professor Isaac Sumdac,

when the transmission from Homeworld starts to play for all the Gem Colonies that have those Gem Communicator things....

so it wouldn’t just be Spinel watching and listening to what Steven was saying, it would also be The Decepticons and Isaac.

and possibly the Autobots if they just got there....

after listening to it, we all know what happens to Spinel like it had implied in the movie, in her heartbreak and extreme emotion after finding out she was tricked by Pink, who lied and abandoned her....

causes Spinel to poof...

and I guess if she formed a very close bond to Blitzwing, like they could be Binary-Bonded (which is a canon Transformers thing....)

then I guess after she goes poof and there is nothing left but just her heart shaped gem, I guess Blitzwing would run over to her and gently pick her gem up and hold it gently in his hands.

what Pink did to Spinel, wasn’t okay....even if she did become a better person over time, that still didn’t give her the right or excuse to lie to Spinel like that, and if you think about it, Spinel was like a little kid at the time when it happen, and even if she isn’t a little kid anymore, Pink still technically tricked a Gem-Child into playing a game that wasn’t really a game.

even Greg has no excuse on how he raised Steven, even though he was mostly raised by Garnet, Amethyst and Pearl, at least they had a better excuse than Greg, because those three wouldn’t know most of the needs of human children.....plus if some info about how Greg raised Steven is true, then he would of got in REALLY big trouble if a responsible adult found out much sooner.

even if Greg’s parents weren’t the best, but maybe there are reasons why they made him do half the stuff he didn’t like, and maybe if those three had sit down and talked about it, maybe they could of reached a compromise.

I still think it’s possible that Greg’s Mom or Dad or both of them, had suffered from sensitive hearing, where they couldn’t take very loud sounds, and that could be one of the reasons why they didn’t allow Greg to have any music, because of his habit of turning it up way too loud and it ending up causing his Mom or Dad some discomfort and pain.

the other theory I have is that back in Greg’s youth, it was really dangerous at night to be out alone, and that is why his parents wanted a curfew for him, and the reason why they made him take up wrestling for self-defense.

but because those two didn’t tell him, he ended up becoming well, a not so great father later in his life....

sure Greg has some good points about him, but it doesn’t excuse him for the other stuff that Steven had pointed out, that he is just like Steven’s Mom...

and even before we find out the truth in Steven Universe Future, we know that Greg did do some selfish actions when he was pretending to still be hurt...

yeah, it’s good he wanted to spend time with Steven, but he was also responsible for Steven’s self-doubt about his powers not working, which his own self-doubt might of caused him not to active his healing powers.

even if not all fans like Steven Universe Future, but the fact is that Steven’s emotional traumas had started away before Steven Universe Future, and it was going to end up reaching a breaking point that would be in that future series.

even the flash backs of past episodes, when Steven was being treated by Connie’s Mom, even proves this.

even if it can be good for Steven to learn about his Gem Powers and how to defend himself if should the need every happens...

but he was still a human kid, and if it were possible, I would of slap Greg over the head for how he spoke to Steven when Steven was driving...

yes Steven is part Gem, but he is also Human, and it wasn’t right for Greg to just refer to him as “Your a Gem” and that he’s “Not Like Other Kids”

I get that is how it was wrote, but still, if he had said “Your Half-Gem” that would of been not as bad...

even the moment between Greg and Connie, where they went all “Human Beings...” (didn’t they fist bump....?) and not considering how Steven might feel about it and maybe he might be feeling left out, he is still a human as well, even if he is a half-human & half-gem....

and if Sans is Steven Quartz Universe’s future self, it would be his Human side, and he could still have the light type soul of a gem that is a part of his now Monster-Soul, and his body could still have some form of minerals...?

that make up a Gem, so Sans would still technically be a Gem Hybrid.

Steven becoming Sans, could happen in different ways, either by reincarnation or a type of being brought back to life after both him and his gem were forcefully separated and Pink-Steven didn’t reform on time to re-fuse with his Human Half.....

both sides of Steven would share the same memories, since they are like the same but also kind of like siblings, which makes their fusion platonic that was born from the romantic love between Greg and Rose.

and we know what happens to the human half when their gem is forced from their body, and one of my theories are this...

that if the human-half isn’t rejoined with their gem-half, they will eventually die...

so if the Human Half of Steven didn’t re-fuse with the Gem Half of Steven, the human half would of ended up dying...

and if Gaster is Sans and Papyrus’s Dad...

Gaster could of brought Steven’s skeleton back to life, with his magic from his soul, which would end up causing Steven to become Gaster’s son.

Steven’s Soul could of already been a hybrid, and was a split half of his gem twin that is Pink-Steven, but instead of moving on to the afterlife right away...

Steven’s Soul was still in his lifeless body and not yet moved on yet when Gaster found him, and Gaster was able to infuse his soul’s magic into Steven’s Soul, that was still looked like a Human Soul, that takes the shape of a heart.

the change to Steven’s body, could end up having his age flux like how it did in one of the episodes in Steven Universe, but instead of going forward, he ages back to a baby, like he did on one of the other episodes...

Steven could of also have his full name in his jacket, which Gaster could of read when he uses the jacket to put around the now Baby Steven/Sans, to keep him warm....and after reading the name and finding the hidden “Sans” in there, Gaster decides to rename his new little son, Sans...

Steven or now “Sans” might end up not remembering his life as a half-human & half-gem, until he becomes the age where he and his gem half were forced apart....

if the reason why Pink-Steven took so long to reform from Steven’s Gem, might be that he was trying to look more like his Human Half, and even using some of the human DNA that they share to add to his reformed body, it could of taken much longer to recreate a type of “clone body” that was made up of both organic matter and physical manifestation of light.

but it would be because the Gem Half of Steven took too long, that would result in the Half Half of Steven losing his life.

if both halves are separated too long, it will result in the human half slowly dying.

and if Connie wasn’t there for Steven after White pulled his Gem out like she did, and if Pink-Steven didn’t go to him.....then the Human Half of Steven would of died maybe a few moments later if they didn’t re-fuse.

White, Yellow and Blue did feel bad for being the cause of Pink’s actions, and they are becoming better, and become like Mother Figures for Spinel.

both Steven and Spinel, were technically hurt by Pink in different ways, and Pink has no excuse for it, and even if it would just be Fanon, I still like the idea of Rose not being the same Pink Diamond, but another Pink Diamond that the other who actually left Spinel, had created to act as her double while she is away possibly colonizing other planets with another Pearl, and leaving her Pearl with Pink/Rose.

like in the flash backs where Pearl is telling Sapphire on why Rose started to rebel in the first place, it could turn out the Pink/Rose in the story is actually a new Pink Diamond that was made by the Original who did abandoned Spinel in the garden...

like the new Pink who would later be called Rose, had a fragment of the Original Pink’s light, that was placed into a new pink diamond gem.

and it was Pink/Rose that created the Rose Quartz Gems, NOT the Original Pink Diamond....this would also mean that Original Pink is Steven’s Grandmother....even if the idea would be Fanon...

even before traveling off Earth and to other Gem Worlds, Rose could of went back for Spinel at any time, but didn’t....

and in a Crossover Fanon Timeline, if there were two Pink Diamonds, the reason why Rose didn’t go get Spinel, was because she had no memories of her and didn’t know that the Original Pink Diamond had abandon her in a garden in space.

even when Rose was still being Pink Diamond II, she could of still went back to Homeworld to hang out with the other three, all while Pink Diamond I was secretly taking over other planets and making more gems in a far off space or universe, away from White, Blue and Yellow’s colonies, including Rose/Pink II’s Earth Colony.

Pink I could of gave Earth to Rose/Pink II to rule over, while she runs off to take over other planets and showing she is just as good at making colonies as White, Yellow and Blue.

we know that we loved the caring and kind Rose, and finding out she had did some ethereal heartless actions to gems that loved her, makes one wish that it wasn’t the same Pink Diamond, and it turning out there was two Pink Diamonds, and the one that is Pink II, was made by Pink I and left in charge of the Gem Colonization of Earth.

Pink I might of knew what was going to happen to the Earth, if the colonization was fully completed, but chose not to tell Rose/Pink II.

Pink II under the disguise of a Rose Quartz (but later after poofing, made that her new form when she had reformed and no longer looked like Pink I.)

had to find out on her own....

all the warps that let Gems leave the planet, could of been purposely broken, so not just Homeworld Gems couldn’t come to the planet, but also to keep Pink Diamond I from coming back....which Rose had secretly had made sure of.

if Pearl knew that Rose was just a second Pink Diamond that was created by Pink Diamond I, that could of been one of the promises Pearl made to never to speak of and not just the fake shattering.

Blitzwing and Spinel forming a type of bond with each other, just seem like a cute and interesting idea.

maybe Blitzwing could act like a big brother to her.

it be interesting if Robo-Fizz sang "Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You" by Frankie Valli. to Spinel.

Robo-Fizz might change the words a little, maybe saying “I Thank Goddess I’m alive.” I mean, even Imps could respect The Earthly Mother....right?

balance between The Masculine & Feminine energies are important, and we should be lucky that the Toxic-Feminine energy isn’t as bad as the Toxic-Masculine energy....and we all know how it can be when Toxic-Masculine ends up influencing someone or more people....some times it wont be pretty.

like I had pointed out before (and this would include the Fallen Angels...)

“if they are gonna act like children, then they will be treated as such.”

I’m talking about the Masculine ones....and if I was allowed to, I would grab both Jesus and Antichrist by their ears if they should ever cross lines they shouldn’t....

and I would do the same to both Cain and Abel, even flick both Cain & Abel on their foreheads.

and we all know that those Watcher Grandpas and Grunkles who fathered The Nephilim, had possibly gave into their temptations because of the Toxic-Masculine energy, and yeah it did end up giving birth to the Nephilim...

but in a way, there were good things that came out of it, like some people today who are Earth Angels are descendants of some Nephilim....

even though I’m not sure if all Earth Angels are descendants of Nephilim, I guess it is possible that some percent are.

this also might be a crazy theory, but I can’t help but think that Acephobia is connected to The Toxic-Masculine energy....it would make sense, given the stupidity of Acephobia and how it is..... like the song from Jem and The Holograms goes “You Will Never Win My Love” and “Your Going About It All Wrong.”

I think this is the only drawing I’m going to post up for tonight, I do have another one that I’m still working on, that has to do with FNAF...

also even if I would find some form of wanting to be in a relationship with someone in a romantic way, they would need to understand when I need time to be alone and have me time, to just relax, by just reading, drawing, listening to music and even playing video games.

and how I don’t like being touched at times, and I sure as heck don’t want to fall for the wrong type of guys like I did in the past....

which my falling for the wrong type of guys, might have to do with a mix of loneliness and being influence by certain energies being absorbed into my body, which lucky didn’t cause me seizures, but I guess the energies would have to be SUPER strong in order to cause seizures...

like being a large room with a lot of people, and you kind of leave your guard down, and the energy from all those people will end up flying around the room and then end up absorbed into your body, which would then make you go through a overload where the extra energies end up causing you go through a seizure.....of course because some Doctors aren’t open minded that not all seizures are gonna be the same, they will end misdiagnosing.

even though I haven’t had seizures since moving to the town I live at now, but that might be partly because the other places I had lived at before, were full of dangerous energies in most spots in it, from both a place and people who unknowingly cause the seizures from their energies.

and I’m glad that I figured out that my seizures were energy based, and not like what would be the normal type that isn’t energy based...

babies even when they aren’t born yet, are really sensitive to the supernatural, so they can sense if the said supernatural force is dangerous.

and it could be possible for babies to get seizures from a negative supernatural energy, even if most babies seizures have nothing to do with it, but in most cases it could be that....my first seizure was when I was a baby, if I remember right, I think I was told I was a year old when it happen...?

or maybe almost close to a year old...I will have to ask about it again sometime.

but the point is, that a baby who is sensitive to energies of both people and a place, can get seizures from supernatural energies.

once again, while not all seizures that some babies end up having, will be linked to energies of both people and a place, it might be possible that only some percent are.

anyway, even if Charlie’s Dad Lucifer is in charge and let’s the other kings of the other rings rule their own rings....they could be counterparts of some of their Masculine Fallen Angel Counterparts, who were part of the imbalance problem.....you can’t leave them alone for 5 minutes without them causing a Toxic-Rebellion, although they wouldn’t be the only problem....

and yeah in my weird point of view, I believe both sides are at fault, and if they stop and think for a minute, they would figure out they only acted that way, because they were infected by Toxic-Masculine energies.

and it’s been that way, since those humans from those Ancient Times during the age of the Indo-European Warriors had wrongfully dethroned the Goddess.

not sure there would be a Goddess in Helluva Boss or Hazbin Hotel, but I think in a Fanon Timeline version, they might be and she would be very supportive of Charlie and be very proud of her.

also don’t get me wrong, I can still believe in Jesus, but if he crosses lines he shouldn’t that end up hurting lives, then I will have to put my foot down and call him out on it, and still have thoughts of wanting to take him and even the Antichrist by the ears, that is if I was allowed to....

and yeah I get he is the Messiah, but he is also technically Family, since we both are descendants of King David, and like I said many times before, me being a descendant of King Solomon is more of a blessing than a curse, cause still not taking that throne.

I’m still gonna hope Jesus is only a distant cousin, and the french royal family I’m related to, aren’t his and Mary Magdalene’s descendants....

I know that I had found out that Charlemagne is my Ancestor, but I kind of forgot what number of Great-Grandpas that he is.....and I’m still confused about what I had read before that had talked about Jesus and Mary Magdalene’s descendants, like was it saying that Charlemagne is one of the descendants or not....plus even if that were true, you can’t just say your a descendant of those two, because there will need to be some form of evidence to back it up.

so I’m just okay with knowing that Jesus is a distant cousin who shares the same Ancestor like King David....and hopefully is only a distant cousin.

even if King David wasn’t the best dad, and should of punished his sicko of a son for what happen to Tamar....and let’s not forget that Noah wasn’t the best granddad either, who instead of giving a proper and fair punishment to his son, but instead of made his own grandson the scapegoat.

and like the song goes “it’s too late to apologize” Grandpas David & Noah...

you know that song by onerepublic.

I’m listening to “She’s a Rebel” by Green Day right now, I think after I finish listening to that song, I will listen to “Dark Horse” by Katy Perry.

anyway, hope some like this crossover drawing, and I hope some like the idea of those four being friends and doing crazy stuff together, like driving others crazy by having Spinel hold a boombox playing “Crazy Chicks” all while Blitzwing is running, sounds like a crazy, weird and interesting idea.

I’m weird, so of course I’m gonna have weird ideas....and this is gonna be one of them....I have no regrets. XD

#blitzwing tfa #sundrop fnaf #robo fizz helluva boss #spinel su #transformers animated fanart #fnaf security breach fanart #helluva boss fanart #steven universe fanart #crossover fanart #february 2023 #do not reblog without permission

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reaper-bloodmoon · 10 months ago

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My FNAFverse Lore: Security Breach; 10 Years Later

With 10 years later, our main cast tends to be these guys with their parents' plus the other Gator siblings and their conflicts happening on the side.

From left to right is Glamrock Katie(17), Roxas Wolf(16), Glamrock Franny(10), Montgomery Gator Jr/MJ(9), and Glamrock Chloe(6), who I've posted a little bit about before.

Glamrock Katie, like her oldest sibling Teek, is rather technologically adept and rather smart, though she's much more arrogant and full of herself when it comes to her intelligence and popularity, especially among edgy young teenagers who often see her as a big sister figure.

Roxas Wolf is like Roxanne in the sense of loving makeup and thinking he's the best, though he does get Glamrock Chica's monstrous appetite which doesn't help with his self image issues. Roxas was actually originally built as a female animatronic named Casey, but he absolutely hated the way he had been built and it took him until he was 14 to come out and tell Roxanne and Glamrock Chica that he's trans. Roxanne actually understands this as she was originally built as a male animatronic before being transferred into a body that matched her mind so to speak. Roxanne and Glamrock Chica were and still are supportive of Roxas and helped make Roxas' current body, transferring his AI into it just like Roxanne had transferred her AI into her current body in the past.

Glamrock Franny is more similar to canon Glamrock Freddy, being a very sweet kid who always wants to help out her friends. She's also quite playful like any kid her age and always tries to get MJ and Glamrock Chloe into playing games with her, which she always succeeds at. Though she gets a bit awkward trying to interact with Glamrock Katie at all because of Glamrock Katie's habit of bullying MJ, who she's best friends with. Glamrock Franny also tends to go by the nickname "Frankie".

With MJ, I rambled about most of his information in a separate post minus his personality traits. That post being this one:

The best way I can sum up his personality would be like any kid his age with his level of playfulness and rowdy behavior, mixed in with some shyer traits and a boiling temper he tries his best to control. Also a great curiosity for things and having an interest in space stuff.

Glamrock Chloe is considered the cutest and tooth-rotting sweetest kid of the group, being MJ's best friend and helping him out when he's overstimulated. She's also extremely exciteable and constantly makes baby chick peeping noises. MJ is the only one who understands what she's saying, which leaves everyone else extremely confused. Glamrock Chloe is also a fan of MyMelody and KiKi and Lala from Sanrio, having a lot of their merch in her room. Also she'll run around and stick Sanrio character stickers on anyone she passes by, even her moms.

When it comes to Sunrise and Moondrop, Glamrock Katie actually managed to figure out how to separate the two into their own bodies, Moondrop being the most excited because this meant he could be just as goofy and silly as Sunrise during the day as he wanted while also keeping a bit of a cheeky streak in him along with it. However Moondrop, while Sunrise was busy taking care of the Daycare duties with Teek to help out, ended up adopting a little BloodMoon bot named Grim.

[Pictured above is Grim, who's appearance is based off of BloodMoon's new design in TSAMS.]

Grim is a much younger animatronic and like the younger kids of 10 Year-Later, he actually ages up from being built as a baby animatronic. Grim's age is in the toddler range, so they're even younger than Glamrock Chloe which she absolutely loves and eats up.

When it come to Grim's creation, he was made by a vampire medic named Vincent as an experiment to what he could do. Grim ended up running away from Vincent two days after being awake and sentient since Vincent actually scared him a lot within those two days a.k.a. Grim ended up seeing how far Vincent would go in the name of medical science and getting his blood fix.

[Pictured above is Vincent who I made in picrew two years ago, unfortunately I don't have the link to the picrew maker itself anymore.]

Anyway Grim himself lives freely in the pizzaplex and tends to hang out around Glamrock Franny, MJ, and Glamrock Chloe. He also doesn't actually consume blood. Rather he's like Marceline the Vampire Queen where he'll consume the red out of things and will even eat red foods if he's given them, his favorite being red velvet cake.

#fnaf sb au #fnaf sb oc #gacha club #fnaf sb au lore #picrew #fnaf bloodmoon

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bloo-the-dragon · 3 years ago

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A few coloured sketches of my take on Cress and Flare alt outfit designs for @cyberstatic-fox who created these two lovelies!

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crazycatkatetrap · 2 years ago

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So @webzebs, I know some others have given you their help, but I figured I'd offer mine up as well☺️~

Before I do anything, I make little different sketches on a sticky note, trying to find a version/pose that I like them in (this isn't the best example, but it might help explain😅??) A lot of the poses will look like shit first off, but that's why you draw little sketches of multiple poses and see which one you'd like to work with/ is what you're trying to portray. I also use the stick figure method (that's why Sun looks so stiff🤣🤣) but if you look at Moon, I have lines outlining the position I want him in. They're a bit hard to spot, (sorry about that) but it's how I decided I wanted him slightly bent over, as if in pain, while Sun is standing up straight, not feeling anything (except arrogant maybe . . )

Then I take a picture of the sketch, move the transparency setting to 70% (you can still see the sketch, but it it makes it easier to see your digital lines as well) Then I start doing the outline.

Then I delete the sketch and I'm left with what I can only describe as a detailed coloring page🤣 During this time, you can correct anything you don't like, add or erase, etc. Then I add in the colors first, then after I'm satisfied with the colors I've used, then I get into the shading. (I should mention, this, I color them in on a separate layer, than collapse the outline onto the colored layer. Gives the piece a cleaner look in my opinion🙃)

This is the flat version without shading. So unlike others, I don't render my artwork. I've tried to in the past, but it just didn't look right.

When it comes to shading the cute scrunklies, I highlight the area I want to shade, outline it with an airbrush in a darker tone than the original color (not black, just a slightly darker color) and then extend the brushes settings to the limit, select a color slightly lighter than the original, then go over the selected area in one swipe. It sounds stupid, but it leaves a really clean and soft shading texture🥰 (you can see this effect on Moon's Scarf, giving it a softer look)

For the overall scene shading, I still wanted the flames to be the main beacon of light besides their eyes. Shading the night is difficult, but I usually just use the same airbrush I used for shading, create a separate layer, then extending it to it's limit again, select a dark grey (not completely black, but the closest you can get to it) and go over the whole piece. If you're lucky, one swipe should be enough, but if you want a darker night look, you may have to go over it 2 or 3 more times. For this screenshot scene, I went over it 3 times to try and create depth (I failed at this, but then again, I had never drawn a screenshot before this😅)

If you want to be really in depth with the night look though, get your largest brush, expand it, and on a separate layer, cover the whole frame in black, than adjust the transparency to your liking. For the version above, I put it at 40%

Sorry I rambled. I know you were only looking for ways to pose them, but I thought I might as well add in a way to shade them and give them some depth to their limbs.

Well, sorry for rambling, have one hell of a day/night dude✌️

Does anyone know some good tips on drawing poses for the Daycare Attendants that look more “alive” instead of me just making them stand rigid.

Like I want to draw them leaning over and scrunching down and stuff but I’m struggling lmao any help is appreciated

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sunshineistyping · 3 years ago

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The Angelic Lair

Use Me

This is a short three-part (roughly) series in which our reader meets a stripper and can't get enough of them!

I might make a few for various characters but for now, just Moon

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Pairings: Moondrop/Moon x GN!Reader

AU: Stripper AU

Human AU by default

Warnings for Series: Mature themes such as drinking, stripping, Mentions of sex of various kinds, prostitution

(it’s a stripper au but remember, just because someone is a stripper does not make them a prostitute. In this AU, some of them are both.)

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You’re not sure what had compelled you to come to Angelic Lair, perhaps the countless good reviews and recommendations? Was it that you knew one of the bouncers personally? You’re not completely satisfied with either answer. You're pretty sure that regardless of what little lie you came up with, you wouldn't be happy. The truth of the matter was rather simple. You had never been to a strip club and Angelic Lair was one of the best in the country. So why not take advantage of it's presence only an hour away? You weren't sure what you expected when you walked into the main lounge, but glowing golden signs and loud music weren’t on the list.

The room had dark wooden floors, black walls with various golden signage. As you looked around you saw the empty main stage, the two dance cages however were full. They didn't immediately catch your eye so you kept looking. The bars were white marble and stocked with various drinks, and dancers worked the ground floor amongst countless patrons. You assumed they were the dancers based on outfits alone, however, some could very well be scantily clad janitors. You shook your head and immediately made your way to one of the few empty stools at the rightmost bar. The seats themselves were also white, making the two bars pop against the darker room.

“Oh, hey, fresh meat.“ One of the two bartenders lock eyes with you. They make their way over while cleaning a mug, one hand holding a rag.

“O-Oh, you noticed. Yeah I've never been here before, do I really stick out that easily?”

“Not really, I just have a good eye for first-timers. The names Pann by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, uh, do you have any tips for enjoying this kind of scene?”

“Hm,” they pause for a moment and place the mug to the side. The rag being gently flicked over their shoulder in one loose toss.

“Id say just avoid spending your entire paycheck and watch out for Diva, she’ll tear all the money out of your wallet before you even know what hit ya.”

“Diva?”

“Oh yeah, she goes by Diva Wolf. See that girl over there? The one with split-colored hair?” You turn to where the bartender had looked. A tall girl with black and red hair sat flirting with a bunch of guys, drink in hand.

“Yeah?”

“Shes the meanest chick in the building aside from our boss. You really don't want to get on her bad side. That and spending all your money isn't good for you, so steer clear. She has her own little fan club so it's not like she needs the money anyway.”

“Youre not talking about Diva again, are you?”

“Ghost, you heard all that?” The second bartender's eyes were over to the both of you now.

“Course, now leave the newbie alone. We both know one of the hawks will scout them out soon enough.” They made their way to the other side of the bar. Despite this fact you listened in anyway.

“You think Sun will pick them up first?” You heard Ghost speaking over the loud music. They were far enough away that you really had to strain your ears to pick up anything they said.

“Doubt it, he’s working the VIP stage tonight. Maybe Mist?”

“Bunny never leaves his workroom this late, he’s probably with one of his regulars.”

“Venom? Actually, he’s with someone tonight right?”

“Yeah, him and Heaven got a duo show I think.” Your attention was quickly drawn to the stage as a few lights flickered on, music changing to something more slow and sensual. The air in the entire room changed, people growing closer to the main stage as a man with silver hair walked out. He was awfully pretty with his thick eyeliner and dark blue eyes. His top was of a deep metallic blue color that you could only describe as a crop top. A black corset and latex miniskirt clung to his form as well, both tight and intricately detailed. His platforms were rather large and laced up to about mid-thigh, the color was also black with what looked like silver wings on the back. He also had a thick silver choker with the word ‘Slut’ hanging from it.

You really couldn’t help yourself from staring, he was very much your type and had the same eye candy quality you had been looking for. You felt your cheeks warm as he stopped at the pole, eyes glancing around at his various admirers, and eventually, his eyes met yours. They had this siren-like pull and for a moment he eyed you up. He then winked as he carried on searching the crowd silently, his fingertips dancing against the cold metal as he walked in a slow circle. At last, he fully gripped the pole and swung his body around it with practiced ease. Only then did you tear your eyes away and back to the bar. You ordered a few shots and for a while, you just enjoyed the atmosphere, you’d take occasional glances up at the stage as well. You weren’t drunk just yet but you definitely felt slightly buzzed, the rooms heavy lighting and music helping to keep your energy alive.

“Hey there, I spotted you from the stage. You’re awfully cute so I definitely would’ve recognized you. You’re new here, right?” You turned, your gaze meeting the man who had once been on stage. You hadn’t expected his voice to sound so deep and seductive, his stare and his voice held an unspoken power to everyone who experienced it. There’s no way he didn’t know it. Now that you got a good look at him your heart fluttered even more, he had a deep blue eyeshadow on paired with a clear glittery gloss. It was simple but still made him shine. You’re sure the male strippers aren’t required to wear skirts or anything, perhaps this was just his preference? He looked hot regardless.

“Uh- yeah I am. How could you tell?”

“You’re got an innocence in your gaze not a lot of people in here have. It’s kind of like wearing your heart on your sleeve Darling.” He purred and slid into the seat beside you. You knew that flirting and trying to get private dances were a part of his job but fuck did he do it well. He’d barely talked and you were already considering buying his time out for an hour just to talk alone.

“I completely disagree, my gaze isn’t innocent in the slightest.”

“Oh really?” His eyes fell on yours once again as he gently leaned in. You hung off his every breath as though it would be his last. You have to keep reminding yourself that this is his job. He doesn’t care about anything else but your money.

“Really, I’m just good at seeming pure. Why would I come to this place if I was?” You shrugged and took the last of the shots you ordered. He watched with a lazy and sultry grin on his face, fuck he keeps getting hotter. He had sharp teeth like a vampire and it made your heart flutter wildly.

“Don’t know, why did you come here?”

“For fun.”

“Oh? Did my performance give you what you were looking for?”

“It did, you’re a lovely performer you know. I’m still not sure how you can dance in those things.” You glanced down at his platformers, they had to be at least four inches tall.

“You flatter me, you know there are better ways to...” He trailed off a bit, his manicured finger tracing the rim of your empty shot glass.

“Have fun. You know, aside from watching me dance with all these people around. In fact, why don’t you let me give you a private one.”

“I’m not so sure about that.”

“First ones free of charge?” He purred, hands on his thighs as he leaned closer. At this point you’re not sure if this was a business strategy or him actually flirting. You didn’t mind it either way, free is free. When it came to how hot this guy is? His ‘free’ may as well be paying you directly. You got more from the agreement of a dance and you both knew that.

“Alright, I’m down.” His grin widened as he slid off the stool. He extended a single hand that you grabbed without hesitation. You allowed him to lead you away from the main room to bring you upstairs to a set of doors. The more he held your hand the more your heart fluttered, it was a little cold but soft. He had no right to have skin this perfect when every other piece of him was just as good. Finally he reached a black door with the word ‘Moon’ written at the top. He opened it and gestured you inside, him following and flicking on the lights behind you. They were like fairy lights that glowed against the dark ceiling. Their was night sky-themed things like the glowing star patterns on the floor everywhere. There was a black canopy bed pushed against the back wall along with a velvety-looking blue chair. On the opposite side of the room was a small stage and a pole.

“What kind of dance would you like, I can give you anything your heart desires.” He shut the door behind him with a soft click. His grin suddenly felt more mischievous as he walked over, a heavy sway in his hips until he stood in front of you. He looked down at you with those same siren eyes as before. He was going to be the absolute death of you.

“Uh, well, what would you say to a simple conversation?”

“Hm, if that’s what you want. However I do have to let you know, I’ll do anything you ask. There’s no need to be so shy. You can ask for anything Sweetheart, any desire you have. I like to get a little messy anyway.” It’s his job, it’s his job. This is his job. He’s not attracted to you this is just a business strategy. Yet that heavy look in his eyes made you feel unsure. Is he just really good at his job or did he actually think you were attractive? Were you his type in the same way he was yours? Your cheeks grew red, eyes locking themselves to the ground. The man above you let out a little hum.

“You got something specific you want to do to me, huh? That’s alright. Just do me a favor, yeah?” You nodded in acknowledgement at his softer and less prodding tone. He wasn’t analyzing your reactions to look for weakness, he was allowing you to grow relaxed with him in your personal space. Your heart grew warm at the comforting tone he took, a single finger sliding under your chin as he tilted your face up to his.

“Let loose a little, alright? This is for your entertainment.” He got closer, his breath ghosting against the outer shell of your ear.

“Use me.”

Okay so maybe he was flirting.

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#fnaf x reader #security breach x reader #fnaf au #human au #moondrop x reader #gender neutral insert #gender neutral reader #sunkissedwritingstuff #mini series #x reader

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amymaleneart · 1 year ago

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I got inspired by @basyacriptid when they recreated the chicks in their art style, specifically their cute little fluff-butts. It's pretty quick for me cause I tend to do a 50/50 of human to bird, but I just did the owl with Moondrop's face.

Found this image of this lazy owl and thought I give it a try too!

#harpy au #sun and moon fnaf #moondrop #moondrop chick #fluff butt #winged dca #harpy dca

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movedtodykedvonte · 3 years ago

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What r your fnaf sb sexuality and hc's?

I don't know if you mean like general headcanons, cause there's a lot but I'll throw in one or two per bot.

Freddy is gay gay homosexual gay. Yeah, the company does the "Oh look at him and Chica!" But he is like "Bonnie my beloved."

Practices his dance moves in his green room when no one is able to see him. He fucks it up on the dance floor

Used to accidentally throw the bowling balls into the ceiling at Bonnie bowl cause he legitimately does not understand how to bowl

Chica is a lesbian with a big fat crush on Roxanne. Like you don't understand how happy she was another chick was gonna be in the band and even happier that she was cute~

Wasn't designed to have taste buds, so she can't taste what she's eating, but has scent tractors for things like smoke and like monoxide

Has the most limber endo compared to the rest of the band as she runs the fitness area and needs to be able to run the class and move fluidly like a person

Roxanne is bisexual. I feel like she was set up to be with Monty like Freddy and Chica but then was like "Chica's kinda hot ngl" and like let him down gently. This was fine as Monty had other things on his mind too

Watches the repair people who fixed the cars and learned how to do it herself. It's like surgery ig cause she's also a machine but she doesn't think about that. She just likes to modify her sweet ride

Gets the zoomies and challenges the others to on-foot races, only Monty accepts and he has never one but he's in good sport about it.

Monty is also bisexual. Again, was set up to be with Roxy but other things. Feel like he had a crush on both Bonnie and Freddy because "Woah, two cool rocker dudes like my golf course wow" but jealousy can change things can't it. Still has a slight crush on Roxy

Used to invite everyone to come to play on the course, until replacements happen and tamperings. Now it's just awkward when he tries to

Animatronics consider conception and the date your A.I to be programmed to be your "birthday" so technically he is the youngest even if he is technically the same program age as everyone else

Sunrise & Moondrop are pan. Like they probably get crushes a lot but it's like the fleeting ones where you see someone pretty and imagine what it'd be like with them. The type that's in love with love. Music Man is a consistent one tho (Freak loving Freak)

The daycare is full of sensors so they can tell where kids are the moment they step into the play area. They get uncomfortable when they can't sense where people are around them

Their mouth used to be able to frown but Sunrise would constantly flip between manically happy to manically sad during playtime so it was constantly made to smile in hopes kids would be scared less.

Bonnie just is gay but the most deceptive gay ever. Like he dresses and acts like a suburban fun dad who would say the BBQ community cause he genuinely thinks it's correct. Only know he's gay cause he's with Freddy

Literally refused to let kids beat him at bowling. Like not in a mean way but in a "They have to learn to be better guys". Still gave out the victory prizes to everyone. No one's a loser if everyone's having fun!

Would hang around Gator Golf because there were a lot of cozy places to relax and he like the repetitive sounds of the golf balls being hit. Monty didn't mind cause Bonnie respected the silence needed and was good at conversation.

Diversity win! The killer animatronics are queer!!!

#fnaf glamrock chica #fnaf glamrock freddy #fnaf glamrock bonnie #fnaf roxanne #roxanne wolf #fnaf montgomery #montgomery gator #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #fnaf security breach spoilers #ask #anon #fnaf headcanons

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jack-o-chica-the-spooky-chick · 2 years ago

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The sun has set and the porch lights are on-

Welcome to Jack-O-Treat 2022: A Tumblr Trick-or-Treat Event!!!

Don your costumes and set out into our neighborhood of participating ‘house’ blogs for a night of trick-or-treating that lasts until the clock strikes midnight on October 31st and November calls all the ghoulies and ghosties and long-legged beasties home!

🎃

As a trick-or-treater, you can visit the following blogs through the end of the month, send an ask/message/submit-a-post saying ‘trick or treat,’ and wait to see what treats –or tricks- they share! And hey, check all the blogs out and consider giving them a follow!!

Here’s our delightfully frightful neighborhood of current ‘house’ blogs as of October 15th, 2022:

@askfnafcast

@ask-the-second-chance-frights

@askvannybunny (New 10/16!)

@chaospenelope

@cuttletavioshipper

@diabolical-purple-devil (New 10/16!)

@eldritchdemonfox

@hekcle

@jack-o-chica-the-spooky-chick

@lonelyfreddyafton

@moondrop-official

@nightmarebonnie-official

@nyx-fnaf

@oliviackaotix-blog

@pizzaplexquest

@springledongle *

@springlockedfoxy

@the-feral-one

@the-night-trio

@toonfanstars

@weird-fnafaus-askblog

* NSFW/18+ blogs

🎃

It isn’t too late to sign up to be a house, either! Just send me an ask or message me and I’ll confirm your addition to the list! I’ll keep this post pinned to the top of my page, which will have the most up-to-date list of participating house blogs, as well as notices of any of the blogs that need to bow out early and put up the ‘out of candy’ sign (hey, life happens)! As a reminder, we’re going to try to keep the event PG-13. However, 18+ and NSFW blogs are welcome to sign up to be houses, just let me know so I can note it on our house list- still need the treats to be PG-13 though. Treats/tricks can be photos of a handful of candy, pre-made/on-the-fly art, short literary pieces, poems, or whatever the ‘house’ wants to give out as long as it sticks with the basic PG-13 rule. Oh, and no jump-scares as tricks/treats please!

Houses have anytime before Nov. 1st to respond to a knock at their door, so please be patient with the lovely folks who signed up to be our houses (though that deadline is pretty flexible because, again, life/delays happen). If you can, send your trick-or-treat greetings well before the end of the month to make sure the houses have time to get their treats ready.

This is a pretty relaxed event and there’s no sense in getting stressed out over something that’s supposed to be fun, so if anything comes up or you have any questions or concerns, please reach out to me.

A few additional notes:

You don’t have to be a FNAF blog to participate, nor do your tricks/treats have to be FNAF themed.

‘House’ blogs can also trick or treat!

All fandom/non-fandom blogs are welcome to join in!

You don’t need a muse to participate. You can just be your lovely offline self if you like!

Please only visit each ‘house’ once (unless the houses specifically encourage repeat visits, but that’s totally up to them).

🎃

Thank you everyone who joins us on our long Halloween night! Have fun, spread a little Halloween-y mischief if you want, be good to each other, and of course, happy haunting!!!

-The Poultrygeist 🧡

#Jack-O-Treat 2022 #Jack-O-Treat #Halloween #Trick or treat #FNAF #Reblogs are appreciated!#LET’S GOOOO!!#I’ll be slow getting treats out but I’ll do my best to reply to housekeeping inquiries as quickly as I can!#If you messaged me to join & I was a dingus & didn’t get you on here please let me know!

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drawingangel666 · 2 years ago

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Hii!so i found your blog right now while i was trying to find a good fic until i yours and it made happy so when will part 2 of "first meeting" ? Its the best fic i ever found! <<:

Hi! Sure thing <3 Here you go!

'First meeting' FNAF SB Headcanons Part Two

Part one

The glams and sun/moon reacting to first meeting the GN! Reader.

This part one includes: Glamrock Chica, Sundrop and Moondrop

Let's get into it!

🐣G L A M R O C K C H I C A🐣

🐣 She is really excited and energetic, so she might bump into you while you are looking around the Mega Pizza Plex

🐣 She will try to apologize but she will start 'following' you around

🐣Once you notice she will smile and walk away

🐣This little chick (pun intended) gets really flustered whenever you look at her

🐣 She goes to Glamrock Freddy for advice on how to approach you

🐣Overall, she is as nervous as energetic as ever, but her eyes are settled on you.

☀️S U N D R O P☀️

☀️I don't know what got you into the daycare, a new job as an assistant, a shift as a guard, the babysitter of someone's child or being the legal tutor or older sibling of a child, but you got to the daycare and he could see you right away.

☀️His bells would giggle when he skips all his way to you, smiling. ´Helloooooo new friend, what's your name?` he would ask in a sing-song tone.

☀️Smiling he would gracefully lift you up (idc about your weight, he is a 6-7 feet tall animatronic, he can lift anyone up)

☀️ He would be such an extrovert and talk with you about anything and everything, taking as much time as he can

☀️If you got to go, he is a little bit clingy but he will *eventually* let you go.

🌑 M O O N D R O P 🌑

🌑 He notices you easily enough, either you are lost or you are a new night guard. Either way, he'll have fun scaring you a little bit.

🌑 Once he is close to you, he'll see you and get considerably quiet.

🌑 He'll start following you around, either with his ceiling wires if you are at the daycare or crawling in the walls

🌑 If that freaks you out (as you should) he'll stop and will follow by two feet. (His bells will sound whenever he skips in he step, he won't admit it).

🌑 He'll glare at anyone who's close to you

🌑 Eventually, he'll go away when he has other things to do, but he'll remember your features precisely.

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf x reader #fnaf fanfic #fnaf sun x reader #fnaf moon #fnaf sundrop #fnaf glamrock chica

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imagine-darksiders · 3 years ago

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On the Ropes, chap. 6

Glass Heart

‘Your friend, Andy, discovers what Mick asked of you last night, and you pay Montgomery back for his help. Next chapter, Reader finally reunites with Moondrop.’

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January's icy chill has sunk her claws into the city with seemingly no intention of releasing her grip on the people living there.

It's the 'Month of misery,' as Andy eloquently puts it. The holidays are over, everyone has a full year of hard, laborious work ahead of them, and the bitter cold hounds you mercilessly as you step off the city bus and shrink down into the collar of your coat, not in the least bit pleased to see that there's a fresh dusting of snow gathered across the pavement.

Hiding a wide, obnoxious yawn behind a hand, you trudge wearily through the doors of the Pizzaplex before the sun has even deigned to raise its own, sleepy head over the horizon.

Andy shuffles briskly at your side, giving his shoulders a rough shrug that sends a flurry of snowflakes spiralling off his coat and onto the linoleum floor.

“Bastard weather,” he gripes as the pair of you amble for the maintenance tunnels, “Can't get nothin' done when it's cold like this.”

Glancing down at the mechanic's hands, you let your face twist into a grimace.

He hadn't had the wherewithal to wear gloves today, exposing his arthritic appendages to the harsh, winter elements. Pale-white knuckles stand swollen and pronounced, the thin flesh stretching taut over each, little bone. You'd admonish him for his lack of foresight if you weren't guilty of the exact same crime.

Your own hands are achingly numb from the cold, even stuffed as they are inside the pockets of your thick, winter coat.

The two of you arrive at the cloakroom to find a few of your fellow colleagues already mingling about, nursing flasks of coffee or peeling off layer upon layer of clothing to reveal their uniform underneath.

“Morning all!” you announce, earning a variety of responses that range from equally enthusiastic greetings to mere grunts of acknowledgement.

It's a familiar routine - predictable.

Safe.

A faithful start to each day.

Shrugging out of your coat, you unlock your cleaning cupboard and pull open the door, hanging the article on a hook nailed to the interior. As always, the photograph of you and Sunnydrop catches your eye and you find yourself smiling at it fondly.

“So,” Andy remarks from his locker next to you, haphazardly stuffing his own coat into the cramped space, “What's on your agenda today, missy?”

Your gaze lingers a moment longer on the photo before you shut and lock the cupboard once more and reply, “Same old, same old. Do a general sweep to see if the S.T.A.F.F missed anything, restock the bathrooms, see if Sunny needs any help at the daycare...”

It doesn't escape your notice that several people around you give a visceral shudder at the mention of the daycare attendant.

Straightening your name-tag, you shoot a playful glare out into the room. "Oh, what?"

“You're one weird chick,” the junior mechanic, Devon, mutters as he strides past you with a steaming mug of coffee in his hands, “Swear, you're the only person I know who doesn't find that thing creepy.”

You open your mouth to shoot back a response when one of the interns pipes up from a bench in the corner.

“Please,” she scoffs, “He is not creepy. I've dated creepy, and trust me, Sunny isn't it.”

Everyone turns to regard her curiously as she blows up a wad of bubblegum until it bursts with a loud 'pop,' and adds, “He's just, like, super peppy.”

“Peppy ain't the word I'd use,” Andy mumbles.

You ignore him in favour of sending the girl a grateful smile, “Thank you, Chelsea.”

“No prob,” she returns, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear and flashing you a wink, “You're not weird for liking him. I like him just fine, as well.”

“You like everyone,” Devon points out.

All at once, Chelsea's angular features twist into a sneer and she snaps waspishly, “He talked me down from a panic attack on my first day here. So, yeah, Devon, I think he's cool.”

Like a slow trickle, the cloak room begins to empty of staff members, all of whom drag themselves out into the tunnels beyond, stretching backs and trading quips with one another as they leave to attend their daily duties.

"See you, Chelsea. Devon," you call after the bickering pair, the former of whom spares you a brief wave over her shoulder before they disappear from sight.

Just as you try to make your escape at the back of the queue, a familiar face suddenly pushes into the room, small eyes darting around until they settle first on Andy, then on you.

“There you are, Doll! Glad I caught you!”

“Mick,” you greet the man politely, trying not to stare incredulously at the perspiration glistening on his forehead.

It isn't exactly warm in the tunnels...

His hands are, as always, clasped together as he shuffles right up to you, ignoring the older mechanic altogether. “I'm sorry I left unannounced last night!” he exclaims, “Freddy assured me he'd keep an eye on you after I went home. I just thought I'd swing by to ask if everything went...Erm...” He pauses and gives you a brief once-over. “...Smoothly.”

Slapping on a cheery smile, you reply, “Oh, sure! Everything was fine. He didn't give me any trouble at all. Actually-” Here, your bright disposition falters slightly and you lower your brows, fixing the mechanic with a decidedly chilly gaze. “-He was quite helpful.”

“Who was helpful?”

You and Mick turn your heads to stare at Andy, who's leaning back against his locker with his arms folded casually over his chest.

At once, the manager begins to fidget with the tie around his neck. “Well, I - that is to say – we-”

“-Monty was helpful,” you swiftly cut in, giving Andy a lackadaisical shrug, “Mick asked me to clean up his room for that party tonight. I'm actually about to swing by, I left my hoover in there...”

Beside you, Mick seems to shrink in on himself when the older mechanic's eyes slowly peel away from you to glare at his manager.

“You cleaned Montgomery Gator's room....” he drawls coolly, peering over his glasses at a now profusely-sweating Mick, “...by yourself.”

Casting a bemused glance between the pair of them, you quirk a brow and reply, “Uh, yeah?”

Andy finally looks back at you. “And he was helpful?”

“Yes,” you retort matter-of-factly, “He was.”

The man must have heard the rare flash of indignation that sparks behind your teeth, because he at once lowers his head in deference and mutters, “All right, just makin' sure these ears still work.”

Lifting your chin, you let out a small 'hmph,' and twist about to face Mick again. “Anyway, to answer your question, yes. Everything went fine.”

He's avoiding your gaze now, that much is clear, but he does manage to squeak out, “Well, good. Excellent! I know who to call when we have trouble in the future!”

It doesn't escape your notice that he says 'when' and not 'if.

“In any case,” Mick says, clearing his throat, “There is, ah, another matter to discuss.”

“...Oh?”

“It's nothing bad. Good, in fact! Your bonus. The Director had it approved this morning.”

Just like that, a veritable tidal wave of bewildered relief crashes down on top of you and you feel a weight lift right off your shoulders. “Really?” you ask, a little breathless.

“Oh yes,” Mick nods, “She said it'll be added to your paycheque at the end of the month.”

It's a challenge to refrain from letting out an elated shout, but you somehow manage to swallow it down and politely respond, “That's very kind, thank you, Mick.”

“No, I really ought to be the one thanking you, I think. You've done us a huge favour in time for the party! Why, if Miss Randall's lad thought he wasn't going to see Montgomery Gator,” he hesitates to let out a nervous chuckle and tug at the collar of his shirt, “I'd be dragged down to Parts and Services myself!”

“Oh,” you suddenly perk up, “That reminds me - If you've got a second, Mick, there's something I need to talk to you about.”

The man's strained grin changes to a look of intrigue, but before he can inquire as to the topic of conversation, Andy interrupts.

“Maybe you n' Mick can speak later, kid.”

You raise an eyebrow up at him, but he simply smiles back and juts his chin towards the ceiling. “Don't want you to miss clock-in time...”

Confused, you glance down at the time on your phone and knit your brows together at the numbers flashing back at you. There's still plenty of time before your shift officially begins, and you're about to say as much when Andy's hand lands upon your shoulder and he gives you a nudge towards the entrance.

It's only once you spare another look at him that you realise it probably would be better to leave. The grin he's pointing at Mick doesn't quite reach the pale, blue eyes sitting behind his glasses.

Evidently, you aren't the only one who needs to speak with the manager, and judging by the thunderous look on your friend's face, his issue must be fairly pressing.

“Well... all right,” you concede at last, “I suppose I'll catch you later then, Mick?”

“Sure, doll,” he gulps, staring down at the older mechanic's work boots, “Sure.”

Lifting your hand, you mutter, “Bye, Andy.”

“See you, kid,” the old man replies with a wave of his own, watching you trot out of the room.

For several long, painful seconds the mechanics remains utterly silent, listening raptly to the click of your heels as you venture further down the tunnel and out of earshot.

The instant your footsteps fade beneath the hum of the building's ambiance, Andy rounds on his manager, nostrils flared in unmitigated fury. “Mick-!”

Scrabbling backwards, the younger man's hands fly up placatingly. “N-Now, Mr Flowers, I understand you're upset, but try to -”

“-What in the God damn Hell were you thinkin'!?” Andy hisses sharply, throwing his arm out in the direction you'd disappeared, “Goddamn, Montgomery Gator?! She's a cleaner! She's got no trainin' if somethin' goes wrong! God - jeezus, shit, Mick! It could'a killed her!”

“But, it didn't!”

Andy ignores him, reaching up to roughly scrape his fingers through the wispy tufts of white hair that still cling to his head. “You've seen what it does to the S.T.A.F.F bots when it starts actin' up! What if that was her this time!?”

“Trust me, Mr Flowers. I understand better than most what that animatronic is capable of -”

“- and yet, you still sent a defenceless young woman in there anyway?” he counters, curling his lips, “Bet you didn't even have the goddamn courtesy to give her an electric prod, did you?”

Mick swallows, pressing his lips together into a thin line.

Throwing his hands up, the older mechanic lets out a bark of incredulous laughter. “Course not! Shit, that would'a been expectin' too much!”

Backed into a corner, both literally and figuratively, Mick's backbone finally begins to show, as if he's only just recalling that he's supposed to be in charge.

Sticking out his chest, his brows crawl together into a dark scowl and he draws himself up, briefly lamenting that Andy still towers over him by a good, couple of inches. “All right, Flowers, you've made your point. At least we now have proof that the gator won't necessarily harm the faculty. Not even when it's in one of its 'moods.”

He takes a bold step towards Andy, who glares down at him from behind his glasses, lips curled into a sneer. "So she was just a guinea pig, was she?"

Bristling like an angry cat, Mick jabs a finger into the older man's chest and seethes, "Last I checked, I make the decisions around here. Now, whether you like it or not, what's done is done. So you'd best can the hostility, or I'll can you. Is that understood?”

Andy's nostrils twitch in anger, but he bites his tongue and continues to glare the shorter man down.

Neither of them back off for some time, their chests rising and falling in tandem as the weight of Mick's threat sets in.

In the end, it's Andy – older and wiser – who steps back with a sharp 'tsk.'

“You're a coward, Matthews,” he growls, stepping around his manager and heading for the room's exit.

Determined to get the last word in, Mick puffs out his cheeks and shouts, “And you're not her father, Flowers.”

At that, Andy stops just shy of the main tunnel, slowly turning to throw him such a withering, world-weary stare that Mick's indignation falters and he deflates a little, struggling to maintain the facade of a stronger man.

Then, drawing in a long breath, the greying mechanic speaks, voice low and tired, “I don't care what that gator breaks next – you have a problem, you send me. Not her.” Turning away again, he adds, “That kid's been through enough shit, Mick. More shit than you or I've been through, I'd wager. Don't gotta be the girl's father to want her safe...”

And without another word, he reaches up to tug his cap down over his eyes and storms off into the tunnel, leaving his manager alone in the cloakroom to pick up the pieces of his tattered pride.

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You all but skip through the tunnels towards the lobby, heedless of the fact that your grin is earning you many a querying glance. You can hardly help it. Your heart far lighter than it has been for a long while.

A bonus.

At last.

It's been some time coming, of course, but you're just glad that it's come at all.

You'll put some of it aside, as always, in the little lockbox stashed between the floorboards under your bed. The rest will go to rent and food. But that precious extra....

You can finally afford a few of those little, niggling things that you've been saving up for.

A better lock on your front door, first and foremost. The one your landlord installed is about as useful as a glass hammer.

Maybe afterwards, you'll have someone come and fix the leak in your sink to stop it dripping all night long, and racking up your water bill.

You might even be able to patch that hole in the kitchen drywall.

You start to feel the worry trickle out of your body like steam, and as you continue to meander through the swinging doors and out into the lobby, it strikes you that you should probably use some of the money to get something for Montgomery, to thank him for his cooperation.

He did tidy the room up with you, and he saved you several trips to and from the maintenance tunnels by carrying most of your cleaning equipment.

Perhaps most importantly though, he hadn't ripped you in half like he had the dozen S.T.A.F.F. bots before you.

If nothing else, that's worth another 'thank you.'

Your footsteps trail to a stop in front of the barriers leading into the lobby proper and you turn your head to peer over the gates, catching sight of the bright, neon sign flickering to life above 'Glamrock Gifts.'

You can't imagine there'll be much in there that he would want...

But then again, what in the world does an animatronic alligator want?

Pointing your feet towards the gates, you spare a quick glance at the time and give your head a decisive nod.

'It's the thought that counts,' you remind yourself as you march towards the gift shop, 'Right?'

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Montgomery doesn't expect to hear the short, tentative knock on his door so early in the morning. The animatronic has draped himself across the couch on his stomach, tail dangling over its edge to slump on the carpet below. Peeling his plastic eyelids apart, he raises his head and swivels it around to glare suspiciously at the door, absentmindedly pulling his HUD up and glancing at the time.

'8:05am' flashes back at him, prompting him to dismiss the display with a huff.

The Plex doesn't open to the public until nine, so it can't be a kid wanting to take a picture with him, which means it must be a member of staff - but how many employees does he know who bother to knock on his door before barging straight in, unannounced?

Laying his head back down, he lets a churlish growl spill out of his throat. “Go. Away...”

A beat of silence follows.

Just as he starts to enter low-power mode once more, a muffled voice seeps in underneath his doorway, and it's familiarity has him scrabbling upright.

“Oh, I... okay! You're busy – I guess I can come back later.”

He's off the couch and across the room in three, loping strides.

The door flies open when it senses the gator's proximity and he barges through, almost barrelling right into a startled cleaning lady who freezes mid-retreat.

Your eyes burst open wide, pupils small and rife with uncertainty.

“Uh... hey...” Montgomery says, instantly giving himself an internal smack for such a clumsy greeting. Coughing into his fist, he tries, “I... didn't know it was you.”

Why are you here? Have you come to see him?

As soon as the thought pings across his CPU, he shuts it down with vicious haste.

The staff only ever arrive at his door for a handful of reasons...

Either to order him to Parts and Services, or to complain about him, to him.

Sometimes all they want to do is admonish him for a complaint they'd heard from another colleague or a highly-strung parent who doesn't think that alligators are 'child friendly.'

As if a bear and a wolf are.

He wonders if that why you're here. To give him a verbal lashing for how he'd behaved yesterday.

Alarm bells begin to ring in his processor at the revelation and he takes a step back, eyeing you warily. “What're you doin' here?” he mumbles, rolling his optics down to the linoleum underfoot.

You haven't even said a word and the gator can already recognise that unwarranted dejection nipping at his heels.

You gulp – a sound he's all too familiar with – and raise your finger to point at the door that leads to his back room, prying your lips apart to tell him, “I just... came to get my stuff?”

The words cycle through his processor a few times before they finally strike home.

Oh...

Oh!

In a flash, his dejection is shoved aside to make room for embarrassment.

The animatronic seems to wilt before you, losing his frown and rubbing awkwardly at the back of his neck. “Oh. Right. Yeah, uh, come on in. Forgot you left your stuff here.”

Swinging his bulk around to hide a self-deprecating grimace, he beckons you into his room, continuing, “Don't mind the attitude, lady. M'still recoverin' from Jazzercise...”

Although the transition between his moods is jarring and has you raising your brows high up on your forehead, you obediently trail after him as he plods towards the back room, feeling your heart return to a less worrisome pace.

“Oh, yeah,” you remark, “I was about to ask, how was it?”

He chuckles dryly, shaking his head. “Eh. Not really my scene. I don't think our bodies are meant to move like that.”

“That's a shame.” Chewing your lip for a moment, you point out, “Still, at least your friends were glad to see you, yeah?”

Monty is careful to hide his smile, but he can still recall the looks of shocked delight on his band's faceplates when their bassist shoved through the entrance to Mazercise.

“...Yeah...” he eventually agrees, coming to a halt beside the back door, “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

“Good. Good.” You give a satisfied nod as you throw a glance about the room, pleasantly surprised to find that it has remained damage-free since you left it.

You're so busy smiling at the tidy floor that you don't spot Monty peering down at you, tipping his chin proudly into the air.

He'd... tried.

For once, he'd actively tried not to ruin the hard work you'd both put into cleaning up his room. It felt like one of the only things he'd done right yesterday, and he wasn't eager to have that effort go to waste by destroying it all over again.

And besides, once he sees the smile that blooms across your face like sunlight through a cloud, he decides that exercising a little restraint from time to time might not be the most abhorrent thing he could do.

Slipping an eye shut, he leans his shoulder against the wall beside the door and gazes down his snout at you as you amble past him, disappearing into the back room.

Almost straight away, his audials pick up on the scrape of a heavy object being dragged across the ground and he chuckles when you let out a soft grunt.

“Need a hand?” he calls out.

He's admittedly a little disappointed to hear you reply, “No thanks! I've got it.”

Releasing a blast of air from his nostrils, Monty shrugs indifferently. “Suit yourself, lady.”

Seconds later, you reemerge from the back room with the box of products cradled in your arms.

The gator's eyebrows slowly creep up his forehead at the sight. He hadn't realised how much heavier it looks when you're the one carrying it.

“Thanks for letting me stash this,” you say, peering over the bottles of bleach and window cleaner to meet his eye, “Is it all right if I leave the hoover here until later? I promise I'll take it back downstairs before I go home tonight.”

Monty has to remember not to let his expression betray his surprise.

You'll... come back?

Again?

Willingly?

He realises with a blink that you're looking at him expectantly, so he quickly twists his head away from you, crossing his arms and leaning more heavily against the wall, exuding an air of what he hopes is total nonchalance. “Sure, yeah. Whatever.”

From the corner of an eye, he sees you grin at him, chirping, “You're the best! Thanks!”

A scraping sound at his back alerts the gator to his tail as it tries to swish from side to side across the carpet. Hastily, he disables a few subroutines and the movement abruptly stops.

Swinging his attention back towards you, he's relieved to find that you're distracted with balancing your plastic tub on one hip.

“Oh, and speaking of thanks...” Trailing off, you delve a hand into your skirt's pocket and fish out a small, black box, holding it up for the gator to see. “Here. I got you something.”

Monty's head whips around so fast, he almost slips off the wall. “You what?”

Shrugging one shoulder, you give a meek laugh and answer, “Don't get too excited, it isn't much.. I mean, what do you get the rockstar who has everything, right?”

He merely continues to stare at you as if you've grown an extra head.

Clearing your throat, you thrust the box in his direction again, and this time, Montgomery pries himself off the wall and steps closer, reaching out with a hesitant hand. His fingers alone are twice the length of yours, yet they're unexpectedly gentle as they take your proffered gift.

Suddenly anxious to see his reaction, you offer him a brief explanation. “I just wanted to get you something to say 'thank you' for yesterday. You helped me get my bonus, so...”

Tentatively, Monty holds the tiny box in his hands and peers quizzically down at it, his head tipped to one side.

“Just, uh.. don't drop it,” you suggest secretively, “It's fragile.”

Montgomery is no stranger to being careful with fragile things. Despite his surly appearance and reputation, he prides himself on being as gentle with children as any of the other animatronics.

Emitting a curious hum, he cradles the gift in one palm and lifts his opposite hand, pinching the lid between two, purple claws. Then, with more care than you expected of him, he slowly opens the box.

Peering up at the gator, you shift back and forth on your heels, watching his face apprehensively.

For some time, he doesn't move. Not a blink, nor a twitch.

The only way you can tell that he hasn't spontaneously shut down is because of the gentle click and whir of his pupils as they spin, enlarging like the lenses on a camera, focusing raptly on the contents of the box.

Sitting snugly on the white, silk lining inside is a tiny figurine that sports an all too familiar, toothy grin, staring back up at him through star-shaped sunglasses.

After another moment, the animatronic drags his optics off the figure and blinks down at you numbly. “It's... me,” he whispers.

Expertly hiding your surprise to learn that he's even capable of whispering, you nod encouragingly and reply, “It's you!”

Indeed, it is him. A very small Montgomery figurine that stands barely taller than your thumb, posed with head thrown back and its hands clasped around a tiny guitar. But perhaps most vexingly for the gator, is that you've handed him a gift that appears to be made entirely from-

“Glass?” he emphasises, stitching his brows together until they almost meet at the centre of his forehead.

Didn't you see his room yesterday?

Didn't you notice the mirror?

What would possess you to spend your money on something so delicate and beautiful, only to give it to him?

You must mistake his bewilderment for disdain because your hesitant smile starts to droop.

“Do you already have one?” you ask timidly, turning your eyes to search his room, “I didn't see one last night while we were cleaning. I thought -”

“-What if I break it?”

His quiet question ceases your rambling in its tracks.

Raising your brow at him, you say, “Pardon?”

“It's glass,” he reiterates, jostling the box at you gently as if you're missing a very crucial point, “What if I break it?”

Chewing pensively on your bottom lip, you consider an answer carefully before simply lifting your free hand into an indifferent shrug. “Well, if you break it, you break it. You wouldn't do it on purpose.” Pausing, you eye him tentatively. “Would you?”

Would he? Break the only gift he's ever received?

Numbly, the animatronic shakes his head, the eyes behind his glasses pinched in disbelief.

“Well then,” your face brightens once more, “It won't matter if you break it. Accidents happen, Monty, even if you're really careful. That's just life.”

Lowering his eyes to the little, glass version of himself posed with its hands clasped around an even tinier guitar, Monty works his jaw open and closed several times, speechless, for once.

'Accidents happen...'

You trust that he wouldn't break it on purpose, just like you trusted that he wouldn't lose his temper yesterday. You used your hard-earned money to buy him something that could shatter with little more than the faintest squeeze of his fingertips, but you were willing to take that risk.

The gator looks up at you and very slowly pulls the gift against his chest.

You really do trust him...

...

Is this how the children feel when he presents them with his autograph, or one of the stuffed toys that share his likeness?

Giddy?

Overwhelmed?

Undeserving?

“Right!” you announce, startling him from his reverie as you heave your plastic tub into both hands once more, “I'd better get back to work. Sunny gets all fidgety if I don't help him get ready for the nine o'clock rush”

Monty gives his head a rough shake, throwing on his internal fans to stop a creeping warmth from rising into his chest. Distractedly, he echoes, “Sunny? That daycare guy?”

He remembers the photograph pinned up inside your cupboard, of you and the gangly animatronic with his arms draped around you like a scarf, and the gator wonders whether you've ever gotten him a present.

“Oh, yeah, he's Sunnydrop in your system, isn't he?” you reply, oblivious to the gator's pensive frown.

As you begin to amble towards the front door, Monty finds his feet moving of their own accord, following after you with the figurine's box still clutched gingerly in his palm.

You're just about to juggle your tub into one hand so that you can scan your badge when there's a low, throaty rumble and suddenly, Montgomery steps up behind you, nearly pressing his chest against your spine.

Before you can wonder why in the world he's standing so close however, the door slides open and you take a quick step outside, distancing yourself and turning to give him a bemused glance.

“Heh, proximity sensors,” he chuckles, tapping the side of his snout with a claw, “All of us animatronics got 'em.”

Humming, you twist your face into a wry smile and reply, “Nifty. Thanks!”

Then, turning about, you throw a quick, 'See you soon!' over your shoulder and begin to haul your armful of products across the room with every intention of making it to the daycare before the Pizzaplex opens, though you only manage to make it a few metres before you hear the telltale thump of footsteps shadowing you.

You catch the eye of a fellow employee who seems to be expressly trying to give you a mile-wide berth, her gaze flipping rapidly between your face and something behind you.

The general hum of chatter dies and you start to feel eyes on you from every direction.

Slowing to a halt, you half twist yourself around, only to recoil at once, finding yourself nose to chest with Montgomery Gator.

A nervous peal of laughter bubbles out of you and you spare a brief glance around the room. “Ha, um... I know I said, 'see you soon,' but don't you think this is a bit extreme?”

Monty's optics stutter for a moment before he casts his eye out over the area as well, feeling the plating on his shoulders flare in agitation once he spots how many employees have stopped to gawk at the spectacle of Montgomery Gator looming over a cleaning lady.

'Whatever,' he grouses to himself, 'Let 'em stare.'

He's used to an audience.

Turning his attention back to you, he raises a hand and pinches the frame of his sunglasses, sliding them down his snout and peering at you over the top of them. “Figure'd you'd want an escort,” he shrugs lazily.

“An escort?” you blurt, “Monty, you understand I've worked here for the better part of a year.”

“Yeah, I know,” he mutters, fingers curling gently around the glass in his hand, “But, I just-”

He's cut off by a shrill whistle that cuts sharply through the air. You jump out of your skin and whirl about to seek out its source, whereas Monty merely lets out a low groan, swivelling his head around in the direction of Fazbear's green room.

One of the sound technicians stands there in front of the glass with his arm raised, impatiently beckoning towards the animatronic. “Hey, Monty!” he calls across the room, startling a trio of employees who happen to be strolling past him, “Get your tail over to the main stage! Rehearsal starts in fifteen!”

Movement has started up around you again as people bustle to and fro, heading for their respective stations to get ready for the day's first batch of guests.

The animatronic towering above you lifts his lips to snarl at the technician, but the man has already turned, marching away towards the end of the row and harping into the Fazwatch strapped around his wrist.

Watching the man leave, you snort softly and offer the ornery gator a sympathetic glance. “Looks like duty calls for both of us.”

“Looks like,” he grouches.

All of a sudden, his sensors alert him to a light touch that lands on his forearm, and he swings his head down to see your hand resting delicately against his metal casing.

You spare a moment to give him a quick, reassuring pat, but all too soon, your fingers are sliding from his arm, leaving behind that bizarre tingle in their wake as a good-natured chuckle slips through your teeth at the expression flitting across his features.

“Well, good luck with rehearsal,” you tell him, “And with that party later!”

You turn to leave, and this time, there are no lumbering footsteps trailing behind you, yet Montgomery's gravelly shout still chases you across the room.

“I don't need luck!” he boasts, thumping his free fist hard against his chest with a 'clunk,' “I'm Montgomery Gator!”

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