#post-ruin

[oveliagirlhaditright]

Lights

Summary: It's hard for Vanessa, knowing everything William Afton wanted her to be--and also what she failed to be--and even more: what she ended up becoming. But with Gregory and Glamrock Freddy by her side, somehow it's easier.

It was… difficult some days for Vanessa knowing that not only was she William Afton's daughter—something she still didn’t entirely understand, and she wasn't sure she wanted the details on how it was possible—but also that he hadn't even wanted her to be herself. No, he'd wanted her to replace the daughter that he'd lost, Elizabeth.

Vanessa was a misfit if there ever was one. But she wasn't alone. In some twist of fate, she had found her "siblings." The boy Gregory who had been meant to be her brother Evan in some way, and even the animatronic "Glamrock Freddy," that had somehow ended up with Michael's soul.

In many ways, Vanessa supposed she could have despised them… and maybe she should have—in an attempt to shout to the world that she wasn't just some piece to a puzzle. But the truth was that Vanessa loved these two with all her heart. And not because they were supposed to be from her family: Afton’s family, rather. Vanessa would have adored them if they had absolutely nothing to do with that part of her life at all, just for the fact that it was these two who had saved her.

"Do you think Cassie would like this one recipe I found in a cookbook?" Gregory asked now, pulling Vanessa out of her reverie. “It’s an orange cake, but it’s largely made with carrots! And somehow, it still tastes more orange than anything! But there’s still a tint of carrot, I guess,” Gregory said the last, with a thoughtful expression on his face, examining the recipe once more as the trio stood together in their new kitchen.

"I'd think that she would at that, since she loves carrot cake so much. What you're doing for her is really sweet, Gregory,” Vanessa beamed at her, for all intents and purposes, adopted son. But since that thought made her feel too old, she swiftly dashed it and amended it with “little brother,” in her head. Yes, that made her feel better all around. And she handed Gregory a mixing bowl for his endeavors, as she wondered how Freddy might help.

And it was by handing Gregory the sugar right away, which reminded Vanessa of what a sweet boy Gregory and Freddy both were: something she knew well. Because it was through them that she was no longer trapped in the darkness as Vanny, after all.

There were some days that Vanessa didn't think she'd ever be able to thank the boy and animatronic enough for what they'd done for her—she could still distantly remember what it felt like to be trapped in her own head, scratching to get out as the memory of Afton made her do thing she hated—but she knew she'd spend the rest of her life being there for the boys, to try and make it up to them.

But speaking of trying to make it up to someone: even though Gregory had had nothing to do with Cassie's getting hurt at the Pizza Plex—rather it had all been the damned Mimic's fault--since Cassie had been injured in trying to save who she thought had been Gregory, Vanessa knew this was why he going all out to try and show her just how much he appreciated her now.

"I think this is a great idea, Superstar," Freddy said smiling. "And you need butter for the recipe, right? Here, have some exotic butters."

"And next you have to use blood oranges; you can't forget about those. After all, they're the tastiest of oranges," Vanessa told Gregory with a wink, before going to the fridge to grab them for her vertically challenged friend. She had left them pretty high up in there when she'd gone shopping last, after all, since she had left the refrigerator had been pretty packed.

It was only when Vanessa turned back around with the bag of oranges in hand that she noticed that both Gregory and Glamrock Freddy were staring at her. "What-" she started. But then she looked at the sharply colored item in her hands and remembered what she had just said.

Blood red oranges. Yes, Vanessa might not have been Vanny anymore—or the intended Elizabeth replacement—nor was Freddy Michael, or Gregory Evan, but one wrong move was all it took to throw them back into that whirlwind, wasn't it?

As it happened, all three of them had far too many memories where blood was concerned. And those memories would always be childhood monsters in the closet, but they all knew how to turn on the lights now. Together.

"Err… How about clementines?" Gregory tried.

"Clementines sound lovely!" Freddy all but sang.

And as Vanessa set about helping Gregory, and Freddy, help make this cake for Cassie, she knew they were also gladly passing the torch to Cassie, too.

Author’s Note: Happy birthday, Liz! ^_^ Hope you’re having a great one so far, like you so rightly deserve. It just seemed right to me to do something FNAF related for you, since you did something FNAF for me last year. And I also know how much you love sibling relationships, of course.

Obviously, there are quite a few fan theories going on with this fic, and they’re some of my favorite ones—kind of like how these three might be my favorite relationship in FNAF.

I also genuinely don’t know where the “Crying Child’s name was Evan” thing came from, but I just decided to go with it here to simplify the writing of things. Yep!

Happy 10th anniversary of FNAF, everyone! May many good things come our way… but most importantly for me and this fic: happy birthday once again, Liz!

@bluerosesburnblue

[rustandruin]

the ghost of one specific homosexual cowboy regularly possesses Tumblr gays

[harperhug]

Video of a kitten at a vet’s office protesting loudly as it’s scooped from the floor. Another kitten turns around the corner and walks up to the camera, also protesting loudly for its friend. From here.

[thefallofruins]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

◈Sukuna who doesn't bother to even look at his concubines after he's done fucking them. He expects them to be gone immediately.

◈Sukuna who would love how they cower and tremble in fear and excitement, gaze turned down as they couldn't muster the courage to even look at him, reminding him of how powerful he is.

◈Sukuna who feels just the slightest of tingle in his heart when your pretty, innocent eyes meet his cold ones, and turn back down immediately, making him chuckle.

◈Sukuna who decides you're his favourite that day.

◈Sukuna who loves fucking you, watching you tremble in pleasure are he corrupts you, your innocent eyes looking at him so pleadingly, as if he is your god. Loves to see you covered in his marks, proudly claiming you.

◈Sukuna who hates it when his other concubines make noises. It's annoying, he thinks. But is greedy to hear your soft moans and noises that you make for him. Music to his ears.

◈Sukuna who fucks you till you're in tears, withering under him from pure pleasure, clinging onto his strong arms as you're stuffed full of him, making you squirt over and over on his cock till you can't anymore.

◈Sukuna who eats you out, spending hours between your plush thighs, licking, sucking on your puffy pussy, fucking you dumb with just his tongue, just to hear you moan out his name as he feasts.

◈Sukuna who raises an eyebrow when you gather your kimono and bow, signaling that you're leaving.

"Where do you think you're going?" He says gruffly and demands you to get back in his bed.

◈Sukuna who let's you sleep on his bed beside him, admiring how your lips part as a sweet slumber indulges you, who brushes bothersome strands of hair away from your face and doesn't understand why he does this.

◈Sukuna who let's you sit on his lap, your head resting against his broad chest as you trace the markings on his shoulder with gentleness unknown to him.

◈Sukuna who doesn't remember when he last saw the other concubines.

◈Sukuna who, even months later, doesn't find himself bored of you. Who swears his lips curl whenever he sees you smile. Who wants to see more of it instead.

◈Sukuna who swears he'll have the heads of the concubines who mocked you, bullied you out of envy, telling you that you'd be replaced one day. You never see them again after that day, but do see his the white of his kimono stained red.

◈Sukuna who brushes your tears away with his thumbs, holding you close to him. "My Queen," he says, watching your eyes widen at his words with a huge smirk.

◈Sukuna who captures your lips with his soon after. Who found his precious little Queen and intends keeps her safe at all costs.

[camilleflyingrotten]

[breegadey]

The Main 5 - Ryoko Kui Doodle Book Daydream Hour

[captainkirkk]

Concept: Peter actually got bitten by a totally normal spider. It's just a coincidence that his mutant powers were awakened around the same time

[spooksier]

me when the emotionally repressed character is revealed to have had something happen in their childhood that was completely out of their control but changed them in a way they can never come back from

[lotus-pear]

cringefail exes oh my god

[chloesimaginationthings]

There's doomed yuri... in my FNAF ruin?

[ruinedchildhood]

[ruins-posts]

Making You Cry [JJK Men]

Request: How would Gojo, Nanami, Toji and Sukuna react if they make their lover cry? Maybe they say something super mean to them during an argument (you don't have to write what they say, just how they react to seeing her cry because of them)

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji and Sukuna

── Gojo freezes as soon as that tear falls from your eye. God no, what has he done? He shuffles closer to you immediately, hands reaching to cup your face, his thumbs wiping the tears that roll down your cheeks.

"sssh, I'm so sorry, baby.." he says softly, brushing strands of your hair away from your face. "Please don't cry."

"Meanie," you sniffle as he hugs you, pulling you to his chest. He kisses the top of your head before letting out a soft chuckle.

"I know, so sorry, sweetheart."

── The last thing Geto wanted was to see you cry. He hated how the tears spilled past your eyes, how the poorly muffled sobs escapes your lips. He hated it with every fibre of his being.

"I..." he's unable to speak, fists clenching in anger. He's angry at himself. He was supposed to make you happy, not upset.

His hands grasp your face, thumbs wiping off your tears.

"S-Suguru..." the pained tone of your voice makes his gut wrench. How could he even do this to you?

"I'm sorry, my love." He pulls you into a gentle embrace, large hand supporting the back of your head as he comforts you. "Don't cry...I'm sorry."

── Had Nanami known his words would've caused you to cry, he would've done everything in his power to refrain himself from saying so. Now you're in pain. And it's because of him. He can't bear it.

"Please don't cry, love," he mumbles, guilt tugging at his heart. He sighs, taking your hands in his. "Please..."

"K-Kento.." he swears your trembling voice breaks his heart into two. He pulls you into a warm embrace, shushing you softly.

"So sorry, darling. I'm so sorry."

── Your crying would not follow and immediate apology from Toji. He's bad at apologising, but the sight of your tears, and the fact that his words were the reason for it, ate him up inside. He sighs, sitting you on his lap, brushing your tears away.

"Look at me, baby."

His expression softens as he sees your puffy eyes, eyes and ears red from crying. How could he possibly live with the fact knowing that he's the reason for it?

"I'm sorry," he grumbles, a hint of guilt evident in his tone. Pulling you closer to his chest, he holds you for a while to help ease you up. He'll never hurt you again.

── You must be an idiot if you believe Sukuna, the king of curses, would ever apologise. Sukuna's pride is much greater than his guilt- that is, if he felt any. He would never say sorry.

However, his apology lies in his actions. That night, he climbs into your bed and shuffles close to you as you sleep, studying your face. Then, he kisses your reddened nose (thanks to all the crying) and pulls you closer to him.

"Brat," he mutters to himself. But he never wants to see his brat cry again.

That's it. That's his apology. If you ever speak of how you ended up in his arms the next morning- he'll kill you.

[heartorbit]

searching for a star that's still unknown to anyone!

[whiskyarts]

so, ruin?

[thefallofruins]

Sukuna is amused by how reckless you can be in his presence. How is it that you are so carelessly sprawled in his bed, with him by your side, sleeping like a baby?

Your leg is casually wrapped around him, the daylight glow cascading from the windows onto your happily asleep form, your lips parted and a hand of yours rested across his chest. He sighs as he studies you, never has he seen a human so beautiful.

“Brat.” His voice follows a nudge, to which you don’t respond. He clicks his tongue and calls out again, “Brat.”

You shift a little, but no response. Others would’ve been shitting their pants in his presence, but you act as if you don’t care an ounce about his reputed cruelty or the fact that he was the strongest and the most monstrous being out there.

He sighs again, the fingers of the hand that was protectively wrapped around you beginning to twirl the strands of your hair.

“Wake up, brat.” He tugs on your hair, causing a soft whine to erupt from you.

“Noo…” you groan, snuggling sleepily against his chest, “one more minute…Suku…”

He huffs, hands drawing circles on your waist. He wonders why his heart can’t render its usual coldness when it comes to you. You’re starting to make a fool out of him….

“Stupid woman,” he says, as he pulls you close to make best of your warmth. You’re such a foolish, ridiculous little brat. And yet when you pull such antics, he can’t help but let out a little smile.

Oh, the things you do to him.

[pencilscratchins]

atla renaissance pt 3 calls to me like a siren