#rest easy big foxy

[desperate-gay]

emily fox fic about reader admiring her hand tattoos

Guilty Confession

Emily Fox x fem!reader

summary: your girlfriend wakes up noticing you doing something and she will do whatever it takes to get you to tell her what

“What are you doing?” A groggy voice breaks the morning silence, startling you out of your trance.

Emily’s arm lays lazily over your waist, placing her hand a little beneath your chest, making it easy for your hand to reach hers. Before the brunette woke up, you were fiddling with her fingers and veering them side to side, inspecting one of your favorite things on her.

Her hand tattoos.

You don’t know why you are so enamoured by them. Ever since you two began talking, your eyes always caught the small ink. To your knowledge, Emily has never caught on to your secret fondness of her hands.

“Nothing, baby. Go back to sleep.” You whisper, rubbing your hand, which was once tracing the ink on her skin, up and down her arm, trying to soothe her back to rest.

Emily, now curious, shifts up resting on her elbow to have a better view of you. “Don’t deflect. What were you doing with my hand before I woke up?”

You croak your head to the side to catch her eye and give her a sweet smile in hopes of avoiding the topic. Your attempts are quickly shut down with one quick eyebrow raise.

With a groan, your head falls back on your pillow with a loud plop. Your girlfriend watches your antics with an amused and curious eye.

“Emily, foxy, baby, love of my life, apple of my eye, please let it go. I was just touching you like I always do!” You plead, continuing to avoid your girlfriend’s persuading gaze by covering your face with the palms of your hands.

“Oh no you don’t. If it’s so normal, you wouldn’t be blushing as red as a tomato and avoiding me.” Emily states while grabbing your wrists and moving them onto your stomach so she can finally catch your attention without you avoiding it.

“It’s not a big deal.” You grumble with a pout on your face, telling Emily to leave it, but she just finds it incredibly adorable.

“C’mere.” The defender demands, gripping your wrists once again but now pulling you on top of her warm body.

Despite your fake dislike of the girl, you tuck your face in her neck while hugging her body. Her hand rubs your back, giving you time to hopefully admit what you’re hiding by soothing you to relax.

After a few minutes of silence, Emily can’t take the suspense any longer. “What are you hiding? What were you doing before I woke up? Were you sending morse code to your mistress on my hand?” Your girlfriend fake gasps, hand falling on her chest in phony hurt.

“Yes. I was telling her how much of a nuisance my current suitor is considering she can’t let the little things go!” You laugh as the girl beneath you gasps again in offense.

“Tell me or I will, hmm. I will hide all of my hoodies!”

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Wanna bet on it?”

Both you and Emily stare at each other with daring eyes, waiting for one to break, but once you catch the cocky smirk on the brunette’s face, you knew she wasn’t going to break.

With one last groan, you admit defeat.

“Fine.” You huff, arms crossed now that you're sitting in the girl’s lap, allowing you the new position to show your disdain.

“Go ahead, baby.” Emily says with the cocky smile plastered on her face growing twice the size.

With one last sigh, you cock your head backward to stare at the ceiling. “I was just looking and tracing your tattoos for a bit.”

“For a bit?”

“Okay fine, it’s been like an hour or two.” You admit, flushing red at the truth.

You finally look back at your girlfriend, noticing how her lip is between her teeth and a mischievous look in her eyes. Her large hands rub up and down your thighs, one hand, in particular, rubbing a bit higher than what is deemed appropriate.

The tattooed hand.

“Emily, what are you doing?” You ask in a warning tone, noticing the shift in her demeanor from sweet to cocky to desired.

“What? I’m just showing off the tattoos you like so much.” Her smirk widens when she sees you staring at said hand.

“No no no no no.” You shake your head, sliding off the girl’s lap and back to your side of the bed. Emily watches you with a frown as her hands fall onto her lap.

“Did I do something wrong?” Emily asks in a soft tone, making your heart melt which quickly goes away.

“I don’t want you making fun of me for finding your stupid hand tattoos hot!”

“You find them hot?” You throw her an irritated look at her honest but smug question.

“Of course I do! They’re hand tattoos, your hand tattoos.”

Emily guides her arms on each side of your head and shifts her body to hover over yours. Your heart begins to hammer in and out of your chest as you feel the soft lips of your girlfriend trail up your neck to your ear.

“I know you love looking at my hands but I’m sure you’ll love them even more inside you.”

At that statement, you wrap your hand behind her neck and force her lips to crash into yours in a sloppy and lustful kiss. You can feel her smile against your lips, stopping your movements to hover over her mouth.

“Yeah, whatever, I’m attracted to everything about you. Now will you please do something with your hands that involves me moaning your name?”

Emily quickly knocks her lopsided grin off her face and plasters a determined one. She is ready to make you love her fingers even more.

[sexyslut033]

Student Teaching

Callie had transferred to the school I taught at for her senior year. As soon as she arrived there were rumors swirling about why she'd had to change schools. I tried to avoid that kind of stuff, though. It wouldn't be the first time a pretty girl who was confident in her self got tarred with a sexually explicit brush. Still, there was no avoiding the fact that she didn't act like any of the students I'd had before. There was really no better way to say it than that she was seductive. She seemed almost to want to be sexualized; being the object of public desire and resentment, having people whispering behind her back. It all seemed to make her more powerful. Soon she started amassing her little band of followers. Girls started blowing off lessons like she did, sitting in the back of the class gossiping. Makeup got heavier, outfits got skimpier. The atmosphere in the halls seemed to get more sexual. Soon the boys started changing to meet the girls new desires. The school jocks had always been a tame bunch, more known for being friendly if not enormously bright. As they fell under this new energy, however, they started to feel more like alpha males. Muscles swelled for purely aesthetic reasons. Aggressiveness levels rose. They acted possessive in the halls, arguing and even fighting each other for the attention of one barely legal tart or another.

It was hard to deny that these changes seemed to stem from Callie's arrival. Our school was becoming two, with super foxy girls and alpha male boys gliding above the forgotten rest, who faced increasing scorn. The whole atmosphere felt increasingly toxic, and Callie was right at home in this new world. She manipulated like a master, encouraging girls to worship her and pursue shallow, bitchy femininity, and pushing boys to compete for her attention by clashing with other alphas or bullying betas. Those betas she determined below her notice became the carriers of homework loads for popular students more interested in their own looks. I finally decided to speak to Callie. I knew it was slightly crazy to suspect a student of having so much influence on their peers, and definitely crazy to assume it to be nefarious rather than just a result of popular dynamics amplified by a girl so in control of herself.

Nevertheless, I found myself nervously approaching the clique of slutty brats that surrounded her at all times after a particularly disruptive class where only the first row could even hear me over their loud, bitchy gossiping and giggling. When Callie met my eye, the girls shifted away, reacting subconsciously to the desires of their leader. I could have sworn I even saw the spark of triumph in the girl's eyes. After I started dancing around the subject of changing behaviors at school she just smirked.

"Well I'm glad someone has noticed." My shock at her admission was immediately overtaken by the sudden realization of how sexy this girl was. Her looks had become even more dramatic since her arrival had upended the school culture. Her plump, pouty lips turned every comment into a provocation.

"You mean you admit there's been a change?"

"Well duh. When I got here everyone was totally lame. Now this place is fitting for a queen bee like me."

"What did you do?"

"I just brought out everyone's true selves. It turns out most people enjoy giving in to temptation if you let them." As she said this she came closer to me. I couldn't stop focusing on the curve of her breasts. I knew they would feel so good in my hands. I didn't even really notice stepping forward myself as she continued to talk, lowering her voice to a seductive whisper. "I think you're just jealous, aren't you sir? You think I'm a hot little piece of ass, and you're tired of not being able to say it. I know you're only in teaching for the easy access to hot, easy sluts. A big strong man like you, teaching math? It's a joke. You just use your position to encourage girls to become increasingly vapid, bitchy bimbos, and boys to become alpha studs like you. Anyone who can't measure up doesn't deserve the attention of people like us." As she spoke I felt her acrylic nails caressing my cock through my pants. I could have sworn my cock wasn't that big the last time it got hard, if I could still remember anything before this moment totally clearly. Everything she said made perfect sense though, and totally jelled with the fact that I was about to fuck this girl into oblivion. I love this school.

[venus-haze]

Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? (Foxy Coltrane x Reader)

Summary: It’s Halloween, 1985, and your Little Red Riding Hood costume catches the attention of the Midnight Wolfman himself.

Note: Female (incredibly unhinged) reader. Foxy calls the reader “Red” because of the Halloween costume, not due to any physical descriptors. I've literally been working on this since February🫠 Anyway, this is for all the old man fuckers out there🖤 Except if you’re under 18, terf or radfem, or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: Discussions of canon typical violence. Sexually explicit content involving semi-public play, oral sex (m. receiving) and light roleplaying elements.

October 31, 1985

As soon as you walked into the bar up the road from your place, you immediately wanted to walk out. Having no other plans for Halloween night, you figured you could make the best of going solo. Wore a cute little costume to see where the night led you. Somehow you ended up in a bar where no one else was dressed up for the holiday that called for it. At least, not to the extent you were. Sure, it was a mass-produced Little Red Riding Hood costume you bought on your way home from work, but you made it your own with some makeup and cute heels you dug out of your closet.

You trudged over to the bar, soon nursing your drink and your hurt feelings. With your lip pouted in a slight sulk, you looked around, hoping to catch someone’s attention. Just when it seemed like all hope was lost, a man approached. Dark eyes locked on you. Sly grin on his face. Older, handsome in a scruffy way that your friends always teased you for being into.

You craned your neck to look up at him from your barstool. He sure as hell had that going for him too.

“I dig your costume, Little Red.”

You smiled. “Thanks. Seems like I’m the only one here who got the memo that it’s Halloween.”

“Hell, Halloween is everyday for me,” he said.

“You got a name?”

“You can call me the Midnight Wolfman.” He threw his head back and bellowed out a howl.

Your eyes widened. Heart might��ve skipped a beat. 

Shouts and cheers punctuated the sound, a few of the bar patrons following his lead with weak howls of their own. 

He was probably crazy. Or drunk. Likely both. But fuck, why else would you have gone out on Halloween?

“Buy me a drink, Wolfman?” 

“Glad to, Red.” 

He sat down at the stool next to you, long legs splayed out as one of his boots rested between your heels on your footrest. He claimed your space so easily, you nearly forgot you’d only just met him.

Two shared shots of whiskey later, your face was warm as he leaned in to talk. His easy drawl lured you closer, knees touching, close enough that you could see yourself in his steel blue gaze. You nearly suggested finding a booth to squeeze into. 

Your mind raced with visions of him pulling you onto his lap, his big hands all over you, lips attached to your neck while the other bar patrons were none the wiser.

“Most people call me Foxy, though,” he said.

You furrowed your brows, hoping you hadn’t been fantasizing through too much of the conversation. “Foxy?”

“That’s my name. Winslow Foxworth Coltrane.”

“I like it. Sounds like an F. Scott Fitzgerald character or something.”

“Who’s that?”

“He wrote The Great Gatsby.”

“Oh yeah, I saw that one, had Redford in it. Kind of a snoozefest if you ask me. I mean, hard to follow up Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid,” he said. “What kind of movies are you into, Red?”

“I love horror, especially the gory shit,” you said before you could think twice. 

He grinned, giving you a nod of approval. “Right on.”

“My favorite is probably The Texas Chain Saw Massacre. Have you seen that one?”

“Yeah, it was great. Reminds me of my family.”

You laughed. “No kidding.”

His smile wavered, and for the first time all night it felt like you two weren’t on the same wavelength. Had you missed something in your half-drunk stupor? Was there something he mentioned that you fantasized through?

“Um, how about you?” you asked, trying to salvage the connection. “Westerns?”

“I’m into the classics, like those old monster movies.”

“Well, you’re way more handsome than Lon Chaney, Wolfman.”

“That’s ‘cause I’m the real deal, baby.”

“I believe it.”

“Yeah?”

You licked your lips. “With a howl like yours? Makes a girl think you could eat her alive.”

“C’mere,” he growled, pulling you to him. 

His lips were on yours, wild and passionate that would keep you up the rest of the night even if nothing else happened. The way he had his hands on you, though, bringing you closer to him, deepening the kiss so you could taste the whiskey on his tongue, the very same he bought you, made you certain he wanted the night to end exactly the same way you did.

He pawed at your ass, his hands pushing up your short, red, satin skirt until your panties peaked out. You moaned when his fingers brushed the wet spot on the fabric, pushing against your clit. Fuck the notion of a getting busy in a back booth, you were ready to let him take you up against the bar if you weren’t so rudely interrupted.

“Hey, c’mon,” the bartender said, looking equally disturbed and exasperated. “You guys can’t—”

Foxy slammed his palm onto the bar, nearby glasses rattling on impact. “Motherfucker, if you don’t get out of my girl’s face I’ll crack your skull open.”

A smile twitched across your lips.

“Get out before I call the cops. Both of you.”

Foxy stood up. “Think I’m scared of some fuckin’ pigs?” Grabbed a nearby beer bottle and smashed it against the bar. Before you could blink, the jagged edge was pressed against the bartender’s throat. If anyone noticed what was going on, they sure as hell weren’t trying to intervene. “By the time they get here I could gut you like a fish.” 

A delirious thrill rolled down your spine at the gleam in Foxy’s eyes. 

“Look man, you—you don’t even have to pay for the drinks. Just go, alright?”

Deathly silence fell over the altercation, the bartender glancing between Foxy’s wild face and the broken bottle.

Do it, a dark, repressed part of you, ravenous for blood, hissed.

Foxy laughed, shaking his head. “You’re a fuckin’ pussy, man.” He threw his arm around you, letting the broken bottle shatter on the floor as he led you out.

“Don’t come back!”

“I wouldn’t shit here if I ate a gas station hot dog, asshole,” he shouted over his shoulder.

You pulled your polyester cloak a little tighter when you walked outside. Damn, you and Foxy probably looked like one hell of a pair to the people just getting to the bar.

The two of you stood in the middle of the parking lot while he lit a cigarette. “I don’t eat gas station hot dogs if I can help it. Give me indigestion. My ol’ man—well, adopted ol’ man—he used to make a mean fried chicken at his gas station,” he said, taking a drag. “Get a hankering for the stuff sometimes, and KFC sure as hell doesn’t cut it. Guess Colonel Sanders’ get-up is better than dressing like a clown, though.”

You interjected his rambling, “You would’ve done it, wouldn’t you? The bartender—”

“Wouldn’t have been the first time.” He stared you down, a predatory gleam in his eyes. He took a long drag, smoke rolling from his lips and circling above his head as he asked, “You afraid of the big bad Wolfman, Red?”

“Terrified.”

“You don’t know the half of it.”

“Then show me.”

“Mine or yours?”

“Mine. Yours. I don’t know—I need you, Foxy.” Your voice neared a whine. 

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Say that again.”

“I need you.” You tugged on his shirt. “Foxy, c’mon.”

“Yours. I can’t drive at night for shit.”

You grabbed him by the arm, practically pulling him over to your car. 

Jamming the key into the lock, you couldn’t open the driver’s side door fast enough, quickly unlocking the passenger door for him. Your hands would’ve been shaking if you weren’t gripping the steering wheel within an inch of your life as you peeled out of the parking lot the moment he finished adjusting the seat, moving it as far back as it could go to accommodate his long legs. 

“Mind if I turn on the radio?” Foxy asked.

“Sure. I don’t live far, though. Should only be ten minutes.”

He fiddled with the stations until a late night news broadcast mentioned the name Otis Driftwood. He paused before sitting back.

“‘Free the Three’ demonstrations in support of the notorious Devil’s Rejects death cult continue well into the night.”

The reporter detailed the Fireflys’ crimes, as if anyone could have missed them. Hundreds of gruesome murders to their names. You, just like everyone else in America, had been glued to the story when it broke. All work practically came to a halt when their trials were going on, obvious guilty verdicts amidst a media circus.

“What do you think of ‘em?” Foxy asked, breaking the silence.

“The Fireflys?”

“Yeah.”

You glanced at him, tearing your eyes off the road for a moment to gauge how he’d react to your answer. “I guess what they did is fucked up, but the police and military have done way worse. Like, Otis Driftwood never dropped nukes on entire cities,” you said. “Why?”

“That’s my family.”

“Really?”

“Well, Otis is my half-brother. The rest of ‘em are all adopted.”

You looked at him again. Then the road. Then him in disbelief. “Then you—“

“Told you I was the real deal, sweetheart.”

“Why didn’t you get caught?”

“I was already in the can. Crazy how that shit happens, huh?”

You hit the gas, accelerating from 50 to 85 in a flash. No cops. Didn’t matter. Foxy could handle them if there were. You pressed your thighs together. Almost considered pulling over and just fucking in the backseat. But where was the fun in that? The excitement? The vulnerability of letting a killer into your home, where you’re supposed to be safe, and hoping to god he wouldn’t see your kitchen knives and get some bright ideas? You moaned. Oh god. You moaned.

“Red?”

“I know, Foxy. I’m going as fast as I can.” Your voice was whiny, high-pitched, desperate. “Piece of shit car—”

He grinned, shaking his head. “You’re nuts.”

“Is that a turn off?”

“Hell no.”

——

You nearly dropped your keys by the time you unlocked the door to your apartment, Foxy feeling you up from behind while you fumbled with them, obviously amused by your racing pulse and trembling hands.

“Cool place,” he said when he walked inside. “You got any roommates or—”

You pushed him against the front door, your mouth on his, desperate, hungry for anything he’d give you. Slipping your hand between your bodies, you cupped the bulge in his jeans. He groaned into your mouth, and you squeezed gently, feeling his cock strain against the rough denim.

“Don’t tease,” he growled.

“It’s only teasing if you don’t follow through.” You kneeled in front of him, moving to untie your cloak while he unbuckled his belt, unzipping his jeans.

“Wait,” he said, “leave the costume on.”

“Whatever you want, Wolfman.”

He pulled his cock from his boxers, big enough to be intimidating at first glance. But he was a killer, part of the Firefly clan, for god's sake, you wouldn't falter, instead mustering up the courage you had to even invite him home in the first place.

“My, what a big cock you have,” you teased, taking it in your hand, spreading the precum at his tip with your thumb while slowly pumping his length.

“All the better to fuck that pretty mouth with, Red.”

You licked your lips, holding eye contact with him as you took him in your mouth. Something primal about him, inherently dangerous. He’d killed people before, probably done far worse. Could change his mind at any time and cause you a world of hell. You pressed your thighs together, trying to ignore the ache in your core for hopes he’d take care of it if you did a good enough job. With the way he dug his fingers into your scalp, loud curses and praises falling from his mouth, you weren’t doing half bad.

“Midnight Wolfman’s got you right where he wants you, huh, Red? Turned you into his little bitch?” he taunted. “C’mon, gimme a howl.”

You whined around his cock, choking a bit when he thrust in your mouth. You liked this version of the story a hell of a lot better. No one to save you. Just you, in your Little Red Riding Hood costume, and the wolf, his crooked teeth bared as he hissed through them, grinning down at you. And you brought him there. Invited him into your home knowing he could tear you apart if he wanted to—maybe you wanted him to.

“You’re a good slut, ain’t you?” He groaned. His cock twitched in your mouth, you could feel the salty taste of him on your tongue as he came with a howl. “Take it all, Red—fuck, take it.” As if you had much of a choice but to swallow, but his praise went to your head, to your pussy. “Fuck, you’re like a dream come true.”

Pulling back, sitting on your heels, you looked up at him with a newfound predatory gleam in your eye as he caught his breath.

“By the way,” you said, acutely aware of the wet ache between your thighs, “I live alone, if you wanna return the favor.”

[queenie-avenue]

Never Judge a Book by It's Cover.

💌 ⤻ THE COVER, VALERIO MARCHETTI

—> did you really think that he was the one?

⤻ reader is gender neutral, reader is an assassin, kidnapping, attempted murder, suggestive themes, talks of torture, mafia shenanigans, 1940s - 50s slang, valerio is a creep, reader gets shot

notes: thank you to @resident-cryptid who gave me this awesome idea for a mafia man, i hope you enjoy it. also, i'm not too sure where to set this time period but i do like the idea of them using slang from the old timey days.

💌 ⤻ archives.

A vial of poison rested in the hidden pockets of your clothes as you walked inside the venue event.

Everyone was dancing and laughing, bright looks on their faces. It was an antsville in here. How could they live with all the crimes they committed? How could they live their lives in splendour when people on the streets were starving to death?

Especially that man in the centre of it all.

The man who ran the Marchetti Syndicate.

Valerio Marchetti. The man you were assigned to kill.

Long gone were the days where you were anxious about the act of killing someone. No, for this victim, you felt excitement thrum in your bones as you approached the bar where he was seated, chatting with some men. People whom you recognised, a few judges, some corporate leaders and others, influential people in and out of the political realm. They were all wrapped around his tanned pinky finger.

"One martini, please." You ordered, sitting just beside the gaggle of men who talked on and on. You probably should have listened, but if you had to listen to someone talk about stock prices for more than a minute, you swore you might as well have just spiked everyone's giggle juice here.

Finally, Valerio noticed you and from the corner of your eye, you saw that he was hurriedly shooing away the rest of the men just to be able to talk to you, his eyes looking you up and down. "Well, hello there." He grinned at you as shivers ran down your spine. This... was a tad bit too easy, and your body immediately set into a cautious mode as you turned yourself over, giving him your best award-winning smile there was.

"Hello." You grinned as you leaned forward, grabbing your martini from the bartender.

"What a foxy little individual like you doing around these parts." He asked, running a hand through his gelled back hair, winking at you. On top of being the largest crime boss in the entirety of Italy, Valerio was also a known playboy; men and women alike were always photographed with him, but no one dared to say anything lest their entire family's blood be painted on the walls the next day. "I can see you're not around these parts." He smirked.

"Golly, is it that noticeable?" You chuckled as you took a sip of your martini before offering him a sip, establishing some trust between the two of you as you returned his smirk.

He took the martini glass gratefully from your hand before finishing it. Son of a bitch, you thought when you saw how rude he was despite having just met him.

"Trust me, baby, I can tell from a mile away when I see a deer lost in the wrong forest." He said as he called for the bartender. "Load us up with some good drinks. Shots, cocktails, whatever, just bring the big guns out." He gestured before turning back to you.

Yeah, definitely way too easy.

"What's the special occasion?" You flirted back, deciding to be bold and stroke a messy line down the clean seams of his suit.

"Seeing a hot piece of meat like you." He replied smoothly as he handed you a new drink to replace the one he had basically stolen from you.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

Valerio slammed you up against the wall of the dimly-lit hallway, propping you up with his muscular build as his hands roamed across your body with no restraint. His veiny arms were all exposed thanks to you asking him to roll up his sleeves, faking it as something that you had a thing for. "Oh, god. You're amazing." He whispered into your lips as he bit them, drawing out just the slightest bit of blood.

Even with love, he seemed to be sadistic.

His larger than life hands roamed across your body, squeezing your bum as you gasped, causing him to smirk. "Sensitive there, are we?" He questioned and despite your best efforts, you did blush. You nod your head, and he took that as indication that you were liking where this was going. Without warning, he hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his before moving you to a table.

Your hands scratched at his back for support and you took this as your chance. Slyly, your hands reached into your pocket to take out a syringe filled with poison.

And you stabbed it into his back, injecting it into his bloodstream as he let out a gasp. One not of pleasure but shock, he immediately got off you, gasping for air as you watched him tumble towards the ground. He shifted around, grabbing his coat pocket, attempting to fish out his pistol but you beat him to the punch, kicking his hands away. "Not so quick." You whispered.

"Not so quick, indeed." A female voice sounded from behind you, and before you knew it, a chloroform towel was placed over your nose, your gun kicked away as you fell into a deep sleep.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

With a groan, you jolted awake when you remembered the last few memories before you passed out. You hit your head against what you assume to be metal as your vision adjusts itself to the darkness you find yourself in. The only source of light being the one in front of you, illuminating the man you tried to kill tonight, and a woman at his side? An assistant? His lover?

"You're awake." Your suspicions were confirmed when you heard the woman speak; she was the one who knocked you out.

"Who are you?"

"My boss." Valerio said, wiping himself off with a towel, sweat pooling at his forehead as he panted for breath. It seemed he had gotten an antidote on time, but even then, the symptoms of the poison still affected him.

"What do you mean? Aren't you the head?" Your eyes narrowed as cogs began to shift in your head.

"He's a cover." The brunette woman stated without emotion in her voice as she turned away from you, as if she had not just dropped a bombshell of a fact at you, walking out of the room they kept you in. "Have fun with them, Valerio."

Valerio got up from his seat. "Trust me, I will." He smirked.

"Shit." You muttered.

"Don't worry, mi amore, this won't hurt at all."

[ikamigami]

I'm scared that the longer Sun's alcohol problem will be ignored the more reckless he'll act and it'll eventually lead to a drama..

"What reckless things he did?" You probably ask yourself now.

After he started drinking alcohol he became more aggressive when angry, he was flirting with Foxy when he seemed weirded out whenever ship was mentioned before, he gave Dazzle 5 boxes of Dum Dums (the smallest box that I found had 120 lollipops which is 780g of candy 😭 and he gave Dazzle 5 boxes which is 3,9 kg of candy.. 🫠) and he stole sushi for 100$.. it's a lot of money.. this restaurant lost close to 15 500 yen.. you can for yourself how much this amount is valuable but it's a lot..

So you can see that Sun acts more and more recklessly.. I'm betting that Moon's mental breakdown happened later then Sun teaching Dazzle because we know that Sun took care of Moon afterwards.. or that's what I think.. Sometimes it's really hard to tell when it comes to the timeline of events in these shows..

Anyway even if this may not seem as a big deal for you.. it may become a big problem sooner or later..

I'm afraid that Sun will do either something really dangerous or stupid and the drama will ensue..

He already broke a law because he stole something..

I'm slightly disappointed (I can't find better word) with Earth because while surprised at first that Sun wanted to give Dazzle 5 boxes of Dum Dums she let him do this eventually..

It doesn't matter that Dazzle is huge.. I think that no one should it almost 4 kg of candy.. 😕 (if human ate this amount of candy in one sitting they'd risk having cardiac problems which can end up with death)

Like I said in one of my posts I think that Earth ignores signs that Sun has some serious issues because she feels safe around her older brother and doesn't want to disrupt this. Even if it's understandable that she wants to rely on her older brother I think that she knows better than that and should at least recommend Sun going to a different therapist..

I like Earth and I'm sure that she wants to have some peace in her life after all these traumatic events that happened. Even if she was sharing most of her problems with Solar it's easy to see that she views Sun as a safe person, a safe place she can rest in..

The first person she went to after Lunar killed Eclipse was Sun. I bet that she feels comforted by the fact that Sun is the oldest and despite that he went through a lot he's still the same caring person. She views Sun as someone who is smart especially in regard to social and emotional matters..

Around Sun she lets herself act like a younger sister she is. She feels safe and lets herself act silly knowing that her older brother is right there for her..

That's why she can't be Sun's therapist. Because even if she cares about Sun deeply she favorizes their sibling relationship more than therapist - patient relation. It's because it's a conflict of interests. Sun is Earth's older brother so she seeks comfort in him so when he comes for therapy from her it completely switches their places, it flips their relationship totally..

Even if she tries her best to distance herself from being Sun's younger sister during therapy sessions it's impossible to completely eradicate the way she views him. Also it's way harder for Sun to open up to her because she's his younger sister - someone he takes care of, not the other way around..

So now when Earth is physically distanced from Sun due to him living in completely separated area from her and he's seemingly doing better - he seems more relaxed (due to alcohol intake), she ignores any signs that Sun has some serious issues because he's her older brother and she feels safe around him so naturally she doesn't want to disrupt it..

"He seems so happy. The happiest I've ever seen him. If he had a problem, he'd definitely tell me about it." - I can imagine that's what Earth is thinking to herself.

It's completely fine because it's normal that she wants her older brother to feel better.. but it's not okay that she tries to give him therapy when she clearly isn't suited to help him due to conflict of interests..

[littleclownopinions]

Why the Funtime Animatronics are terrifying

Content Warning: Mentions of child murder

My last post was a design analysis of Ballora in which I talked about all the reasons I find her so haunting. I had a lot of fun writing it and so I thought, why not do it for the rest of the Funtimes? Although I will be mentioning her, I wont be going into much detail, so if you want to check out the full post you can do so here. Otherwise, I want to take a look at each animatronic, going over their aesthetic design as well as their blueprints, voice lines and gameplay mechanics to explain why I love them and maybe share some theories too. I will be annotating the blueprints as I understand the small text could be hard to read. So, without further ado, let's get into it!

Funtime Foxy

"A performance was demanded of me, and now I have delivered! Encore!"

Keeping in mind the whole Circus theme, I think Foxy most closely resembles a Ringmaster. The shape of his torso, the red in his bowtie and the loud booming voice we hear in UCN sells that for me. I think my favourite thing about this iteration of Foxy is how alive he looks. It's not everyday we get a Foxy that is so shiny and new! Now, Funtime Foxy's blueprints are pretty easy to understand but there are two interesting things to note. The first is that section D directs the reader to "Circus Baby dir07" meaning the remote activation of his floor anchor is controlled by her. The second is his size, he is the shortest and the lightest of the four. All in all, Funtime Foxy isn't the most intimidating of the bunch, I'd say despite the sharp teeth he actually looks quite cute and friendly. However, there's a reason for that. Funtime Foxy wasn't made to kill, he was made to lure. He, like Ballora, was created to help keep guests entertained to distract them away from Funtime Freddy and/or Circus Baby, the two animatronics big enough to store the bodies of the victims, the two designed to kill. Although Funtime Foxy doesn't speak in SL, his UCN voice lines all relate to him performing. His UCN gameplay also sees the player keeping track of showtime, the player being jump scared if they aren't watching his stage once the time ticks over. Again, Funtime Foxy is an entertainer, luring guests to his stage to keep attention away from Circus Baby and Funtime Freddy when their.. other services are needed.

Funtime Freddy

"Bon-Bon, Say hi to our friends!"

Again with the Circus theme, I think Funtime Freddy resembles a Magician. He has the black bowtie, the top hat and he even has a little bunny friend, Bon-Bon! Although, I don't think Freddy can pull him out of his hat.. Honestly, I think he is kind of adorable, especially with his little hand puppet Bon-Bon at his side, but his blueprints are where things start to get more ominous. Ignoring the glaringly obvious child body inside Freddy's stomach, each section gives us something pretty intriguing. Bon-Bon allows him to essentially have eyes on the back of his head, while he himself can mimic voices and keep track of how close his victim is. As mentioned above, I think Funtime Freddy is one of the two killer animatronics, alongside Circus Baby. However, Funtime Freddy raises some questions. Why is he significantly smaller than Circus Baby? Does he have the same claw inside his stomach? Well, I believe that he probably does have the same claw, but because he doesn't need space for the internal ice cream dispenser or the air hose attachment like Circus Baby has, he has no need to be as big. Afterall, he has Bon-Bon and his voice mimicking feature to lure kids in! If you yourself have a different theory, please feel free to let me know!

Circus Baby

"You won't die, but you'll wish you could."

Everybody's favourite little (huge) Jester, Circus Baby, isn't really one that needs much explanation from me. We all know what she looks like and we all know what she's capable of. Despite her blueprints wanting you to believe she is totally innocent, her voice lines and minigame tell us a different story. What I want to explore is why she was designed to look like a Jester. For those who aren't aware, Jester's privilege is the ability and right of a Jester to talk and mock freely without being punished. In a way, Jesters were free to question and mock the King because of this privilege. We know Circus Baby was modelled after Elizabeth Afton, but maybe she was also designed as a Jester to signify Elizabeth's place beside her father, William Afton, and how she would often disobey (question/mock) her father's orders, the way she did when Circus Baby killed her. Her being the tallest, most powerful animatronic and having remote control over functions inside Funtime Foxy and Ballora also serves to remind us how important she is. Just food for thought. Anyway, I love Circus Baby because I think her lore is incredibly interesting, but I also simply love her design. She was so unlike anything we'd ever seen before in the franchise and she really breathed new life into the story.

Overall, I think the Funtimes are really fascinating because they were so unlike anything that came before them. The idea of Circus Baby's Pizza World was so different and this was the first time we saw animatronics that were undeniably created for the purpose of killing. By the time of Pizzeria Simulator we also found out about the scooper being used to experiment with Remnant. Sister Location is, to this day, one of my favourite FNAF games and I will never forget the feeling I got watching the opening cutscene, seeing the secret ending to Circus Baby's minigame or even seeing Ennard through the Scooping Room window. I am really excited to see what comes from the upcoming release of Five Nights at Freddy's: Help Wanted 2 and I can't wait to write more design analysis posts and theories of some of my other favourites from across the franchise!

[mama-qwerty]

I have officially walked across the stage.

I'm scared for the future

- 🦊 anon

First of all, congratulations Foxy!! 🎉🥳🥳

Finishing school and getting that diploma is a HUGE accomplishment, and you did it while scared and unsure of things. You're braver and stronger than you think to have stuck with it even though the prospect of what came after scared you so much.

I am so, so very proud of you.

Second, the future can be scary. The world in general seems to have no shortage of bad going on, and it sometimes feels like there's no point in even trying when there's so much greed and selfishness and hate. And, more specifically for your situation, when your parents seem to think that not having some iron clad plan for the rest of your life is something to be ashamed of.

It's not.

Take a moment to breathe. Focus on the now. You've gotten your diploma. Celebrate that accomplishment, as not everyone has gotten where you are. Seriously, be proud of yourself for where you are! You deserve some happiness for that!

As for what comes after? Take it one day at a time. Sit down with your boyfriend (if you haven't already) and really talk about what your hopes are, what your dreams are, and what worries and scares you. Be honest. With him and with yourself. Sometimes just giving voice to our fears helps us see them in a way that makes them not so scary. Or they can help those who love us understand us better.

Once you've verbalized what you're feeling, then maybe you can sit down with your parents and have a real, honest-to-goodness adult conversation about your future. Maybe they'll listen, maybe they won't. But your life is yours, and you need to do what makes you most comfortable and happy.

As I said in a previous response, sometimes people get stuck in their own history when it comes to expectations for others. Maybe your parents had a steady job with a good income and got married and a house and a kid at suchandsuch age, but the world is vastly different now than it was just 20 years ago. The economy is so, so different. Job hunting is much harder. Everything is so much harder now. And it's very possible they just won't see or admit that.

I don't have all the answers for you. I don't have an easy response to what you should do if your parents continue holding this need for a 'plan' over your head. It sucks, I know. I'm sorry.

Be gentle with yourself. Break things down into more manageable timeframes--what do you want to do in an hour? Tomorrow? Next week? Every journey starts with a single step, as the proverb goes. Focus on the next few steps, instead of staring at the horizon, worrying about how you'll get there in XX amount of time.

You'll get there. And even if you don't get to a specific point, maybe you'll find a detour along the way you'll enjoy more.

There is more to life than checking off a list of Things To Accomplish To Be A Success.

I don't have any specific over-arching goal I want to accomplish in my life. There's no big Thing that will make my life have meaning or purpose. I don't consider myself terribly special, or smart, or talented by any means. I'm just me, and I'll never be anything more than that.

I simply want to leave the world a little better than I found it. Maybe make someone's day a little brighter, if I can. Either by offering help and support, being the ear they need when they're having a hard day, or making people smile with a joke or silly stories about a cartoon echidna.

And maybe that means when I die my obituary won't be full of impressive achievements and acknowledgements and titles and successes. Maybe the only people who'll really miss me are my family.

But maybe I'm okay with that.

Because living your life following the expectations of others isn't living. Even if those others are your parents, or significant other, or friends, or whomever. If you're making decisions based on what other people think or expect you to, you're making the wrong ones.

Live for YOU, Foxy. Find your path. I believe in you, and I know you can do it.💗🧡💛💚💙💜

[eggrolls-and-fandoms]

Sunny hadn’t always been afraid of the animatronics. It just seemed as if one day he suddenly became terrified of them. As always, their parents did nothing about this. Didn’t care at all. It’s always Mari who has to comfort him, who has to get him up for school, who has to feed him, who has to keep track of him.

Mari squirms in excitement under the bed, finally having heard the tell-tale sound of feet scuffing across the floor. She secures her Foxy mask to her face again, getting ready to pounce. Wait for it, wait for it…

(Rest of fic under cut, ao3 link)

“AUGHHH!!” Mari jumps out and screams at Sunny. Immediately, he clutches his stupid little Fredbear closer to his chest and bursts into tears.

It was a little like aloe on the fire of Mari’s rage. Yeah, she wasn’t powerless. Look at that stupid kid, who thinks he has the right to be so sensitive. He always has it so easy. He has no idea what it’s really like.

She laughs mercilessly at him as he sobs into his plushie. It’s always Mari who has to comfort him, who has to make him shut up.

She takes off the mask, holding it by the straps. “Oh, come on.” She eventually says when the crying starts to make an uncomfortable twinge grow in her heart.

“Don’t be afraid, Sunny,” Mari rolls her eyes, tugging him into a hug. “It’s not as scary as you think.”

Not her fault he was so easy to scare. Really, he should be thanking her. Not just for being the only actual parent around, but for making him stronger. He’ll never survive in this world so soft. Mari never had the luxury of being that soft - why should he?

(2 days until the party.)

Fredbear’s Family Diner was like a second home to Mari. That was not a good thing whatsoever.

It was home in the way you resent that familiar spot of mold in the bathroom, home as in the cold locked door to Father’s study, home like crying and unwashed sheets, home like walking past a step on the stair and seeing the blood stain where you cut your foot on a nail that never really washed out. Horrible things, even delightful things, all becoming so familiar it’s just a place that exists and holds you within it. A place you will never escape.

Sunny’s been hiding for his whole stupid birthday party.

Father insisted on it, no matter what Mari said. He’s not even here. He didn’t care at all when Mari kept saying Sunny wouldn’t like it, that it’d be pointless, that he’d cry the whole time, that he was scared. Just got mad at her, acting like he knows everything. And of course, he couldn’t even bother to fucking show up. Not even watch over all these kids. No, that was Mari’s job. Like always.

There’s a new Spaceboy movie out. Her friends even got her a ticket. She’s had to skip it for this. This loud, greasy, obnoxious hell. She will smile today if it kills her. It’s a miracle she got some of her friends to come along.

“Why’s he so afraid of them, anyway?” Hero asks. Thank God for Hero, always by her side.

“No idea. He won’t talk about it. Just decided to be a coward one day, I guess. Maybe at least this’ll put an end to it. Now, put on that Bonnie mask, boy!”

Hero laughs, doing as he’s told. He’d been hesitant at first, but Mari has always been able to drag him into anything. Oh, she can’t wait!

Sunny’s always been so easy for her to pick up. She nuzzles her face to his crying cheek. “Awww, is baby scared? Don’t worry! Big sister Mari is always here! Oh, I know what’ll make you feel better… a visit to your very best friend!”

“Oh, what’s that? I think the little guy said he wants to give Fredbear a big ole kiss!”

Mari laughs, holding Sunny’s squirming, sobbing body. “Don’t be afraid, Sunny,” she says, placing him inside Fredbear’s gaping mouth. “It’s not as scary as you think!”

…

God, Mari hates this place. She stands stock still, barely breathing, blood frozen in her racing heart.

“Ballora, no, no,” says the voice. Achingly, terrifyingly familiar. “She’s a friend! She’s helping us! She’s going to get us out of here, she’s not like the others.”

It feels a little like home, this hell, dark and rancid and tense. Blueprints and dust, cold locks, hiding under a desk and waiting patiently for the tell-tale shuffle of inhuman feet. Shocks and eyes following her home.

“Yes, that’s it, that’s it,” encourages the voice. He had always sounded so distant, in a way, so stone-faced, except when he was crying. Crying and crying and crying and c- “Let her pass. She’s our friend.”

The mass of weirdly wet sounding wires slowly dances away. She can’t see in the dark, only guided by the voice she’d follow into Hell. Mari could cry. That’s the thing, she supposes. They’d both always been crybabies.

“She is right behind you, but she won’t follow. She is afraid,” whispers the voice. “The scooping room is right in front of you.”

Mari had sometimes hallucinated and dreamt of that voice. Had ever since the party. She’d wander the hall aimlessly, hearing far off crying and pleading. Never could find the source. She’d do anything to hug him again.

Mari’s hands aren’t shaking. They haven’t done that since night 3. Terror can become a home. Home was always terrifying, anyway. Her whole body is tense, and she feels like there’s a caged bird in her stomach trying to get out.

For Sunny. If not for anyone else, if not for anything else, for Sunny.

(It’s always Sunny.)

She walks forward steady, fast, silent, and opens the door. Something feels wrong. But something feels wrong constantly, so she just breathes through it.

It’s a little brighter here, but not by much. Dim light glints off the scooper, rust like dried blood on its edges. The door closes behind her with a damning thud.

“Don’t be afraid, Mari,” she whispers to herself, an empty, desperate comfort. She doesn’t notice the wires wrapping around her arms and legs, prepared to squeeze tight at a moment’s notice. “It’s not as scary as you think.”

[logbook99]

Home.

put under a readmore for sake of ease!

Fritz and the other kids greet Michael, the big guy in green and the little girl in pink; Fritz retracts his hook from Mike's neck and grins. 

"Did you enjoy hearing us chat? Is there anything you wanna add? You know, most people walk up and try to make conversation." Fritz says, looking his plastic hook over as the blonde girl steps forward.

"Hi, Mike - um... How are you feeling? it's been a bit since we saw you." Michael looks the girl over, with light skin, curled blonde hair in a ponytail, with pale blue eyes. He couldn't seem to name her until the tall guy rested a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, Susie, it's all good. He's here now, right?" he asked her. Susie nodded. Oh. Susie, Chica. Fritz, Susie... and he stares at the big guy, dark-skinned, flat top hairstyle, chubby stature, and mellow aura. "Yeah, It's just been two days, you know? Oh, Mike... do you think Gabriel and I can call your brother later when we get home?" Susie asks with a look of concern. Michael knows now. Fritz, Susie, and Gabriel. Foxy, Chica, and Freddy.

"Oh - uh. Of course, you can. Do you have the home phone?" Mike has yet to determine if the phone number he used to know would work here, but it's worth trying. Gabriel gave a simple thumbs up to confirm they had the number, oh good, he didn't have to give one that likely didn't exist here. Mike can feel a piercing stare being delivered, and he'll find Fritz is giving him the staredown.

"Are you okay, Fritz?" He finds it odd that the ginger boy gave him such heavy eyes. Did he do something? What are the relationships between them here? Fritz is silent momentarily, pockets his free hand, and lifts his hook. "Evan and Lizzy's birthday is a few weeks after Charlie's and Sammy's. I'm going to get him the best gift ever!" He suddenly declares, to which Michae'ls brow raises.

"Cool? Neat? I mean, I'm sure they'll appreciate any gift you give them." "Let's have a competition! whoever gets Evan the best gift is the better older brother!" Oh. Huh? That was unexpected, but Fritz did mention Evan... So that's all? A sibling friendship sounds nice. Michael shakes his head. "No need. I'm sure he wouldn't want us to fight over him." Mike tries, but Fritz swings the hook in the air with a 'Yar.' "No! It must be a competition! Maybe we'll even see who the number one Foxy fan is, too!" Oh, here he goes again.

Michael will sigh and offer his hand. Why not? It's a friendly competition anyway.

The children extend a few words; ultimately, they tell Mike about how Evan overate with Jerry, their friend Jeremy. He got sick and had to go home, Lizzie insisted.

Go home.

Michael wants to see them again. He wants to go home, too.

He gives a goodbye and hurries back toward Parts & Service when he sees his father exiting and talking with Henry; the two were always close, weren't they? William is smiling ear to ear; he hardly saw him genuinely smile when he was young, and seeing this was abysmal. This is a weird dream so far. Michael approaches the pair and gently speaks to his father; while he seems so friendly here, he's feeling himself shake slightly.

"Dad? Can we go home? I want to go home..." asked softly as William's silver eyes met Michael's and stared before he reached out - Michael flinched but didn't move and felt the man's large hand tousling his hair this way and that. "'Course we can! I just finished chatting some big stuff with Hen here. Want to pick up some Mc. Donald's on the way home, champ?"

Michael's about to respond when he feels arms wrap around him, and he's being clung onto. His head turning, he sees it's Charlie. "Going home? I'll see you later then, Mikey!" He feels William's hand remove itself from his hair, and he removes Charlie's arms from himself. "God, careful Charlie! What if we fell?" he questions her, which gets a big smile from the girl. "Then we'd be falling, easy!" Well, he can't argue with that.

Charlie stares at him before she tilts her head; it seems she has a question she wants to ask, and Michael wants to hear it - but Henry rests a hand on her shoulder. "Now, now, let's not keep Michael here any longer. You can see him tomorrow." He can tell she wants to argue for a moment but relents and steps back toward her father. "Bye, Mikey." "Bye, Charlie. See you."

The teen follows his father out of the diner, seeing Sammy peering from one of the arcade games, throwing a glare his way as he exits. What is that about?

William guides him to his Purple Imperial; getting into the driver's side, Michael takes the passenger seat. The car comes to life as William pulls out of the parking lot, and Michael's eye catches sight of the alleyway just as they pass by; he keeps his eyes on it as he remembers Charlie facedown, blood on the stone brick path beside the dumpsters. William's hand reaches and flicks the radio on, tuning it about until 'Heart of Glass' by Blondie begins to fill the car, the music swimming through the air and seeping into Michael's eardrums.

William's foot taps as he drives, mouthing along to the lyrics and looking his son's way momentarily but mainly focused on the road. "Don't you just love this song? It's always an energy booster despite the meaning!" "The meaning? What is the meaning?" "Oh, Heart of Glass's meaning? I thought you'd know by the lyrics, but it's okay," He'll come to a stop light. "The song, Mike, is about one's relationship going from 'divine' to 'sour.' It's just that! Listen to the lyrics and how it's sung - but it's also just a disco song." William laughs, to which Michael feels himself smile. It's weird. This isn't his dad, but so far? He liked him.

"Does mom like that song?" he isn't sure why he asked that; it just slipped out. He has no idea yet what happened to his mother - is she here? Alive? From red to green, the car takes off again and heads to Mc. Donald's, as William had intended, took to the drive-thru. "Your mother? Oh, she likes the song! She's the one who introduced it to me. She loves dancing." Oh, did she? Considering who he suspected to be in... her... Slowing to the menu, he hears William's window slide down; many prices and photos of food greet Michael. Wow, things were more affordable compared to the current day.

"One Big Mac meal with a large Coke, two Happy Meal burger meals, and one Quarter Pounder with cheese meal." Michael is amazed to see the prices being literal cents and dollars. He should cherish this while he can. As they retrieve the food and head home, he stares up at the big home, a two-story high, decently sized driveway with another car, which must be his mother's. They'll park, and William shuts the vehicle down to guide Michael inside with the food. From the driveway to the front door is a beautiful path of brick and flowers; his mom must have put those there again. It seemed like her, and it was stunning. When the front door opens, he's met with a slight ginger girl, hair tied half up and down with her big hair ribbon in.

"OH, woah! Mc. Donald's!" she cheers, excited. Michael shuts the door behind himself and carries the few bags that his father had him take to place them at the dining table. It's so weird.

Elizabeth. She's standing beside him and hip-bumping him aside to grab her Happy Meal box to open it, checking for her food; her nose scrunches as a pout comes to her lips. "Daddy! They put onions all over it!" She'll complain and show William the burger with the silvered onions inside; he tells her she should try it, and she may like it.  Michael can't stop watching.

[klirk-hammurton]

Eric Carr Appreciation

I don't post him enough and I really should. I'm always complaining that the media doesn't give him enough attention, yet I haven't posted much of him either. So I'm going to change that.

His sweet little smile. You can't tell me that smile doesn't at least make you want to smile even a little bit. Look at him. So sweet and wholesome.

Look at him go. He was always....ALWAYS fully committed to what he did with and for KISS. He put his everything into his drumming and I love that about him.

If you haven't watched the KISS takeover in Australia, you should. The outtakes are priceless. It always leaves me cackling.

I just love him and his quirkiness. I bet he was loads of fun to he around. The corny jokes and laughter

I mean.....just look how photogenic he is!!! He is definitely the best fox out there 🧡🧡🧡

Look. At. That. Smile. Need I say more??? His smile.....🥺🥺🥺

I just really like this pic of Eric. He's so proud and just....look at da fox baby!!!!

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female & ambiguous race reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading. Love ya! 

a/n: I loved writing this so much. Faith is one of those characters that are so easy to write for omg. 

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

ESTP

Slytherin

Sagittarius Sun, Scorpio Moon, Gemini Rising

SFW🌈

・She was wild, absolutely chaotic when you first met her

・Faith just wanted a quick one-night stand, no strings attached. 

・But you were someone she couldn’t get out of her head; you were so different from the rest of them. She could almost feel your kindness radiating from you. Like a warmth whenever she touched you. 

・Faith would show up to the same bar to see if you would be there. 

・After the 7th time, there you were. A group of friends pulling you onto the dancefloor. And all she could do was watch you. The way your hair swished and shone. Your eyes closed and body moving to the beat. 

・Usually Faith would strut onto the dancefloor and capture her prey but that night ... she was mesmerized. 

・It wasn’t until you stumbled from the floor, with an overwhelming thirst for water, that Faith shook an unopened bottle in front of you. 

   “Never thought I’d see you again.” Her ruby red lips glinted with glitter. Golden shimmer danced across her eyelids. 

   “Same here,” you took the bottle and heard the crack. (Important to note, never take drinks from strangers, even if you’ve had a one-night stand with them. That’s why reader is listening to the crack of the bottle lid.)

You drunk greedily but kept your eye on Faith. She did the same. A smirk played at her lips. 

・She got your number that night and waited a day before texting you. 

・You didn’t care about those silly games - how long to wait before messaging. If you like someone, then talk to them. You’re honest in that way. 

・She calls you every pet name under the sun. ‘My love,’ ‘Sweetcheeks (her favourite actually)’, ‘Honey,’ ‘Twinkle-toes,’ ‘Honey-buns,’ ‘Kid,’ ‘Bug,’ ‘Bunny,’ ‘Foxy.’

・You call her ‘My Darling,’ ‘Pumpkin,’ ‘Peanut,’ etc. Mostly food related because you find her so tasty...

・Doing each other’s makeup. You know that picture of a girl lying on her back with another girl sitting on top of her doing her makeup? Yeah, you guys would be the BLUEPRINT for that. 

・You guys getting a puppy together and it’s honestly the sweetest thing. It’s such a big milestone to Faith, because of her past relationships, she felt as if no one would truly love her. And actually want to be around her. 

・It would definitely be from the pound; and then there was this old dog. She had been there so long that she had forgotten the name her original owners gave her. They had scheduled her to be put down that very day. 

・With your puppy in hand, you turned to Faith and she was already smiling. 

  “But there is something you should know,” the volunteer interrupted. You both looked at them, a question already at your lips - 

“She doesn’t do well with men.” 

   And without missing a beat, Faith said, “We’ll take her.” 

・Faith loves sitting in the sun. You put heaps of sun-catcher stickers and trinkets around the windows so rainbows light up the room whenever the sun is out. She absolutely ADORES IT

・She always makes sure you’re hydrated 

・Faith isn’t the best at communication and you have to set some boundaries with her. She actually likes it, and has learnt a lot about herself because of it

・Helping her with big emotions

・She is SO PROTECTIVE. You find her so badass that you’ve kinda idolised her in that way. 

・Definitely think you have the coolest girlfriend 

・But she thinks the same about you

Relationship tropes/dynamics:

Morally questionable x Pure Bean

Cinnabon x Hot-headed

Fierce Devotion

And then they lived happily ever after <3

NSFW🔞minors dni!!!

・Sex with Faith is mind-blowing

・Faith is the best sex you’ve ever had 

・It’s like she has endless energy and barely anything slows her down

・It’s not a proper fuck until you’ve both cum three times 

・I think she would be open to anything, but you push the idea of what she likes. 

    “Tell me your fantasies Faith,” your hand caressed her cheek, your lips inches from her own. 

 “I want to please you,” she whispered and nipped at your bottom lip. 

     “And I want the same for you. Tell me what you want.” 

・Her favourite positions would be cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. Usually her topping

・SHE LIKES TO EAT PUSSY. She’s so goddamn good at it. And wouldn’t care if you were on your periods. I think she likes it messy. 

・Faith will pull you to the edge of the bed, push your legs apart and slowly tease you. Rubbing your clit through your panties, licking and nudging the edge to the side with her nose. 

・It’s almost cruel how much she teases you. But your whines are her favourite song. 

・I also think she would totally eat ass as well. 

・And she couldn’t choose between being an ass or tits person because both of them drive her crazy. 

・Shower sex - she will get on her knees and eat you out while the hot water falls onto your naked body. 

・Loves, loves, lOVES when you bite and suck on her nipples. She loves it when you’re rough, and pull/clamp them. 

・I do think she loves having her pussy eaten as well. And if you have the same vigor as her, then she will fall in love without question...

・Also Faith wouldn’t care if you shaved or not. I don’t think she would shave actually. 

・She LOVES bathing with you. Bubble baths feel like a luxury to her and when you moved in together, she was adamant about having a place with a bath. 

・Would like it when you call her mummy/daddy. 

[thatgrumpybxtch]

I loved the last one so I'm here again lol

General funtimes x reader hcs?

I'm glad you liked my last one! Thanks for requesting again :) I hope you don’t mind that I included a bit of Fnaf lore in this. I also went a bit over board 😅

TW: FNaF lore(?), Implied death of children, etc.

Funtime! Animatronics x Reader:

Freddy and Bon Bon are quite the pair

Freddy gets excited and pumped up easy which means that Bon Bon and you have to calm him down

Bon Bon can be an enabler sometimes tho

Though Freddy can be intimidating sometimes, he’s really just a big old softie

Give this bear a hug and he’ll love you forever

Ballora is a motherly figure to everyone in this group, even you, no matter how old you are

She is constantly checking up on you to make sure you have taken care of yourself and gotten the proper amount of sleep

Don’t be surprised when she asks you to read to her, due to the fact she has poor/zero eye sight

Circus Baby is more like a sister/best friend

She doesn’t ask for much, just that you pay attention and talk to her

Would love to play any kind of game with you, especially “childish” games

Funtime Foxy can and will comment on your choice of style, makeup, etc.

Whether you like it or not he’ll give you pointers on how to dress and look better

You and the rest of the animatronics 100% have game nights at least once a week

Just be warned Foxy is a sore loser and will pout when he loses

Whether you can sing or not, these guys will get you to sing with them at some point

They’ll even give you singing lessons if you’d like!

Free performances galore, they have so many songs, acts, and skits they’d love to get your honest opinion on

Most if not all of the performances are quite childish and filled with silly humor that you can’t help but giggle at

Though there are goofy and soft moments you have with these guys they would go into moods where they are better off left alone

These moods often happen after they came back from a private birthday party or event

At first you’re not sure why they are acting so distant, off, and guilty after parties

At least you were until you were asked by your boss to clean out one of the animatronics one night after a birthday party…

You were horrified to say the very least

The animatronics were then forced to tell you the truth about everything. About how they are programmed and forced to “take care” of children

You knew they truly didn’t want to do those things so you tried to helped them

You ended up making up lies to your boss to prevent the animatronics from going to parties

“Sorry boss, Freddy and BonBon have just been acting up lately. I can stay late tonight to help fix them up.”

“Ballora’s been bumping into the walls a lot, I don’t think she should preform today.”

The nights where your lies didn’t prevent them from going out to parties, you stayed and comforted the animatronics

Which they deeply appreciate

These guys are great friends and just need a bit of comfort from time to time

And you’re happy to have these intimidating yet surprisingly soft animatronics as your friends

[klirk-hammurton]

Will probably do some celebrations of life posts for Eric after work. I've been too deep in my feels 🦊🧡🦊🧡🦊

These are probably the clearest versions of these photos I have ever seen

I’m gonna cry happy tears

[eclipse-arbiter]

Security Breach Headcannons No One Asked For

Pizzaplex

🎉 Everyone had forgotten about Afton and ended up under a new management.

🎉 Foxy hasn't been decommissioned. Like what happened with Mangle and original Foxy, the kids got a little to rough with him and ended up accidentally causing a very important part in his body to break.

🎉 Bonnie was the first "infected" animatronic. He had to be temporarily decommissioned to find where the error of the code was when he was found rampaging in Monty Golf.

🎉 They had multiple night guards as one person wandering alone in a big building would leave vulnerabilities in the security of the building.

Freddy

🌟 Freddy's favorite place to go during after show hours is actually the arcade. Sure hes played every game in the pizzaplex, but he likes to give kids pointers on how to get higher scores.

🌟 Freddy is manually programmed with dad jokes.

🌟 Freddy decided to refer to kids as superstar after feeling like it was an upgrade compared to juat calling them kids.

🌟 He hates the hourly recharge. If he didn't have to he probably wouldn't charge until he was laying on the floor at 1%.

🌟 He'll visit the daycare to view the little ones and bring them goodies.

🌟 He was on the watch for missing children in the pizzaplex since there had been an increase in missing cases over the last month.

🌟 He scanned Gregory because of two reasons. 1. Gregory could have been one of the missing kids and 2. He was trying to see who Gregory's parents were before the pizza plex closed to make sure he wasn't handing Gregory off to a stranger.

🌟 Freddy's is the only animatronic with a human soul. The soul happened to be Michael's after his spirit remained due to his father not being put to rest.

🌟 Glamrock Freddy didn't end up like the original anamatronics due to Michael's ghost not being born out of hatred or fear, but out of peace and satisfaction of the thought of ending his fathers reign of terror.

🌟 He feels no malice towards Gregory until he gets close to afton because Micheal felt like an actual parental figure and it won out against the virus Vanessa had implanted into him in the parts and service until he felt the presence of his father in the basement and the anger at his father not dying made the animatronic easy to control by his father.

Chica

🔫 Chica is the third animatronic to be corrupted. Her corruption took the longest to get rid of fully.

🔫 The staff have locked Chica out of every eatery from Chips to the Pizza kitchen. She'd only ever take food from Mazercize that people had left. When she became corrupted, no barrier or lock kept her out of either ones trash pile.

🔫 Chica's favorite go to place is actually her room! While she's there she can shred her guitar like all the famous guitarists she fans over through the pizzaplex's music library.

🔫 Chica is the most "techy" out of all the other animatronics. She'll gladly tell you all about her conspiracy theories, from how music was made because of food or how she thinks aliens took pictures of music man and took them back in time.

🔫 Chica ended up taking over Fazerblast due to her love of futuristic things. It was Freddy's idea. After all, she would find her way over the gate in fazerblast to join games and the staff was tired of taking her to parts and service to get a new coat of paint every week.

🔫 Chica has a hatch filled with guitar picks and leftovers from fazercize.

🔫 After Chica is corrupted kitchen staff would always have when they saw her just out of the corner of their eye.

🔫 She started taking fully made pizzas from the bots in the kitchen resulting in 17 staff bots needing repaired.

🔫 After being repaired effects from the virus would still plauge her making her feel the need to attempt to eat human food.

🔫 She ended up getting lost in mazercise when an annoying kid left pizza candies around the maze and needed to be directed out by a security guard.

Roxy

🏎 Roxy was the fourth corrupted animatronic.

🏎 Her ego is apart of her corrupted files.

🏎 She has a hatch like Freddy but for trophies for those who win at the raceway.

🏎 She's officially a driving companion for those too small to ride on their own and will typically ride with the birthday kid or kids who seem to be picked on.

🏎 If there's no kid small enough she has her own separate car parked in one of the garages. She'll drive slow enough that just about everyone is ahead of her and make it look like she was really trying.

🏎 uses her eyes to see any accidents on the track. If there are any she always has a first aid kit in her car and calls all medical staff bots nearby if the damage is bad enough.

🏎 Ends the races by telling all of those that were in front of her that they are the best. (Which she actually means)

🏎 When Roxanne isn't on stage or the raceway has been closed she likes to head over to Fazer Blast and plays with Chica and the kids.

🏎 After being corrupted she refuses to talk to Monty or Chica, and stays in her room all day except for shows and races where she beats everyone.

🏎 After Gregory takes her eyes, she's still corrupted and it takes until repairs that her files are completely wiped clean of any virus and her memory bank is left partially blank due to how far the virus had gone.

🏎 The other animatronics send her parts of their memory banks to help her remember some things, but refuse to send her any memories of her attacking Gregory knowing she'd probably never leave her room if she found out she almost mauled a child to death.

Monty

⛳ Monty is the newest animatronic and played the drums before Bonnie's accident.

⛳ Monty was the second corrupted animatronic back when the virus didn't take full effect. It happened a month and a half before the events of Security Breach.

⛳ Monty was friends with Foxy and Roxy when he first was shipped to the Pizzaplex. Roxy because she was the newest member of the band and greeted him with open arms.Foxy because the fox animatronic was popular enough to have a duplicate at Monty's old location and it made him feel a lot less homesick.

⛳ Monty used to go to pirates cove when Foxy was taken out to be repaired so it younger kids wouldn't get sad not seeing their favorite animatronic.

⛳ The only thing that Monty did to Bonnie was place a message in with parts and services as to why Bonnie was acting weirder than usual after a "random" maintenence check.

⛳ When Gregory breaks Monty, Monty's system does a wipe and the first thing he does is quickly view the logs of what happened before his programing becomes corrupted. He regrets his actions and doesn't blame Gregory for taking his claws away.

⛳ When Monty is repaired after security breach and declared virus free, the first thing he does is apologize to Freddy for being rude and attacking Gregory.

[amikoroyaiart]

Sorry if this has already been asked, but what are your total head canons about Foxy? :o

Hi Anon! I think I need to start tagging my posts with my headcanons so they will be easy to find but let's just write some of my fav Foxy headcanons:

1. He is the youngest from CC batch but when I say the youngest it means that the difference between the oldest and him is like 5mins. But of course CC batch likes to tease him about this.

2. He is the big brother to the rest for the Corries. 3. His brothers like to tease him that he went gray first. It's before they knew how bad the situation on Coruscant was and it was not a defect, just stress 4. He fights dirty, is very agile and runs very fast. That's why he mostly uses his two twin blasters and hand-to-hand combat. He and Cody love to spar in hand-to-hand because they are on the same level. 5. He says he doesn't have favourites but Thorn is definitely his favourite. I like to think of these two as platonic soulmates. They work and fight in sync despite their different characters 6. Before going to Coruscant he had fight with Cody. It was hard for Fox to get used to his new position as the Guard, especially with his character. He actually cares a lot but he doesn't know how to show this. And he is mean sometimes but never stops loving his brothers. He is learning slowly how to be more open. 7. He has a lot of scars on his hands from fights with bounty hunters. 8. He hates senators except Amidala, Chuchi and Bail. He and Bail work together sometimes and they become friends later. In my AU where order 66 didn't happen, he works for Chancellor Bail still as guard but Bail pays him and he can take days off. Bail becomes his closer friend or even someone close to a father figure. They get along very well.

[dmsden]

Questions of Battle - Applying the 5Ws when designing combat encounters

Hullo, Gentle Readers. Got a message from foxycipher, who’s asked questions here before. They wrote, “ Hello once again! While I haven't been able to run (or play in) any D&D campaigns since COVID started, I've been gleefully indulging myself in all sorts of cool homebrew and finally starting to flesh out some of the finer details of my own campaign ideas. Problem is, now that I'm actually looking at all of the plot lines that I've created for certain areas, I've discovered that writing a cohesive questline is a lot more difficult than I thought. Got any advice on how to make writing questlines that involve combat (planned encounters, boss fights, etc.) easier, or at least less intimidating? Or - perhaps more importantly - how do you write a combat encounter in the first place?”

Well, I’m going to start with the end question first, foxy. When I design a combat encounter, I look at the classic “5Ws” of writing - Who, What, Where, When, Why. I find that, by answering these five questions, you can create a solid combat encounter that will be satisfying for your players.

“Who” is who the PCs will be fighting. There’s already plenty of advice out there on how to choose what monsters you’ll be using. Personally, this is usually how I start. I come up with ideas for encounters based on what monsters I want to use, and I find the rest of the questions get answered pretty easily.

“Why” is usually what I tackle next. I want to know why the PCs will want to fight these monsters, or vice-versa. If it’s a monster like a hungry otyugh, then the why is easy - the otyugh wants to eat the PCs, and the PCs don’t want to be eaten. The PCs might need an item the monsters have, or the monsters might be defending their territory. Knowing “Why” helps me decide how the monsters will react, and under what circumstances they might surrender, call for reinforcements, retreat, or run away.

“Where” deals with where the encounter takes place. An encounter in a dungeon is going to feel totally different than one on a log bridge over a raging river. Consider where the combat will take place and any special considerations you might need to take into account. Will lighting be an issue? Is there any difficult or dangerous terrain that could effect PCs, monsters, or both? Are there terrain elements that PCs or monsters could take advantage of? Terrain alone can really change the feeling of a battle.

“When” is simply being aware of when the combat is likely to take place and if there are any considerations. There can be a big difference between a mountaintop encounter along dangerous cliffs at night vs during the day. Or if there are guards that patrol at regular intervals, you need to know if they might happen upon the combat you’re running and join in.

I think of “What” as what the party gets out of it if they succeed. It’s related to Why, but it can often be things the PCs aren’t aware of when the fight starts. What treasure do the monsters have? If one surrenders, is there information they might be able to give the PCs? Are the monsters guarding a prisoner who might be able to assist them?

Once you have your encounters, you should be able to see how they will affect your questline. Hopefully this article is helpful to you, and to other folks working on designing encounters.