#robot sickie

[danafeelingsick]

Give him some soda, see how he reacts to that.

not well, i assume

[srmthfgrimworld]

Game 1: Day 15

Mandarin and Nevil sat together that morning while eating breakfast, deep in conversation and brainstorming ways to enhance their shelter. Mandarin explained that they should fire-proof the trap tunnel to ensure safety. Additionally, it was high time to start constructing better sturdy walls for added protection.

As they continued their discussion, Nevil mentioned that there was something different in the walls of his room. 

To their delight, Mandarin discovered that the material hidden within the walls was made up of essential components. These components were exactly what they needed to build advanced devices and machines, especially for generating power. 

While Mandarin mined the components, Nevil built an automated machine at the end of their trap tunnel. It was simple, but its purpose was to shoot arrows at intruders entering the tunnel.

The two worked tirelessly throughout the day, continuously building. They had to dismantle the walls and replace them with steel. Mandarin envisioned the entire base being renovated in the same manner, but they knew it would require more than just a day's effort. They wanted to ensure the base was fire-resistant and more difficult for intruders to penetrate.

Next, they collaborated on constructing a wind turbine outside the northern section of their shelter, using some of the components Mandarin had mined. However, at present, they were unable to create batteries to store the power, posing a fire hazard if they were to start linking it to the devices within their shelter.

Considering the potential risks involved, Mandarin and Nevil made the joint decision not to connect it just yet. They concluded that the potential benefits did not outweigh the associated risks. But at least the wind turbine was ready to go, they tested it to make sure it worked and got back to their other tasks.

Later that evening, a group of slave traders happened to pass by their shelter. Mandarin and Nevil felt anxious upon seeing the multitude of aliens, some of whom resembled humans while a couple appeared distinctly different. Adding to their concerns, the traders had tamed wolves accompanying them, and the size of the group posed a potential threat to their small base. Fortunately, it turned out that the traders were solely focused on their business and had no intention of initiating a conflict.

Mandarin had no inclination to purchase any slaves, nor did he possess any money. However, one of the traders expressed interest in acquiring a beaver that had been lingering near their sheep flock. Willing to make an exchange, Mandarin handed over the beaver and received a small quantity of gold in return.

The two waited until the slavers left, peering out from their base occasionally until they could no longer see them; they didn’t feel comfortable going to sleep until they were gone. Once they were, they ate dinner and headed to bed.

Mandarin thought about the rest of the hyperforce as he laid in his bed. It had been over two weeks and there was still no sign of them. 

He was starting to adjust to life here, he still wanted to leave of-course, but he did admit it could have been a lot worse.

[monsoon-of-art]

Little rough (and not in the show's style in the slightest) but took a crack at turning giant robots into people. I was gonna do Prime and Ratchet but I feel kinda sicky and cringe so im gonna sleep.

[acidxinxwonderland]

you're bound to get burnt

18 plus smut shot! Minors DNI!!!

Pairing: Glamrock Freddy x F!Reader

Summary: On an outing to meet your friends for dinner with Freddy, you find yourself getting a bit frisky underneath the table. This inevitably leads you to a punishment from your lovely boyfriend.

Word Count: 6.8K

Tags: Size Difference, Size Kink, Robot/Human Relationships, Public Play (sorta), Female Reader, Top Freddy, bottom reader, Orgasm Denial, Light Bondage, Discipline, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Bratty Reader, Established Relationship, Blow Jobs, Vibrators, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Butt Plugs, you made feddy angy, Dom/sub, No Beta We Die Like Afton, Praise Kink, Large Cock A/N: Long time no see! I have brought you a meal right off the stove, it's a big one too!

This poor one shot has been sitting on the back burner for far too long, finally got the motivation to finish it.

It's not completely polished, I'm quite sicky and my head feels funny. I hope you enjoy nonetheless! <3

AO3 link if that's more of your style: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52475623

Tonight was the night to celebrate one of your friends, Emily, graduating from college. It was just a small get together, you, Freddy and a handful of others were heading to a nice restaurant to share some drinks and talk over good food. 

There was no denying you’re elated, a bounce in your step as the two of you walk hand in hand to the main entrance. Every time you frantically looked up at Freddy you could see his eyes laden with both adoration and amusement, he couldn’t blame you; it was only a few months ago Freddy’s sentience was proven and he gained rights. Since it was all so fresh, the two of you haven’t been out together very often, it was basically like dating a celebrity. 

Yet this was the night for you to dress up and spend time with your boyfriend, who can’t eat, but at least gains gratification for you enjoying a simple pleasure of life such as this one. You had a feeling this was going to be perfect.

The two of you walk into the restaurant and not to your surprise, heads turn. Freddy immediately stops in place once he notices all the eyes on the both of you, leaning down to talk quietly near your ear.

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright with…” His glowing optics dart around the room. “All these eyes?” 

You look around yourself, a heavy feeling settles on your chest at the people who were blatantly staring at the two of you or trying their best to avoid the sight. You almost regretted everything, wearing your prettiest dress and doing your makeup, helping Freddy pick out a nice button up and pants to wear. Although you feel a squeeze on your hand from the bear and all those strong feelings are pushed down as you look up to see kind optics. 

“We can turn around if need be.” He was confident in his words, showing that he was willing to do anything to keep you comfortable. 

You feel that familiar flutter in your heart, the kind that reminds you why you fell in love with Freddy in the first place.

“You know what? Fuck it.” You finally say, looking forward only to be brought right back to him with the squeeze of your hand that was clearly a warning. 

“Language, superstar.” His tone was mixed with both sternness and admiration, you give him an apologetic smile. “Although I am very proud of you for pushing through this. We got this.” 

You nod your head firmly. “Yeah we do. Let’s get in there and kill it!” 

“Yes! Although without killing anything, preferably.” 

You snort, rolling your eyes as the two of you finally make your way to the server. You couldn’t tell if he was doing a really good job at keeping it all together or if he truly just didn’t care less about Freddy’s presence. 

Once you give him your friend's name he leads you to the table. It was a bit secluded in the corner, your friends already sitting around the large, round table and looking down at their menus. 

“There you guys are!” Emily says with a big smile, rising from her seat to give you a warm embrace.

“Hey! Congratulations.” You reply, taking a step back to give her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“Thanks, couldn't have done it without your emotional support.” The ginger glances at Freddy, smiling warmly. “And you too big guy - get over here.” 

“We are always happy to help.” Freddy envelopes Emily into a hearty hug, leaving a big smile on your face from the heart warming sight.

After exchanging greetings with your three other friends, Freddy graciously pulls out a chair for you. As you take your seat he settles down beside you. 

There is a big smile on your face, you probably looked ridiculous despite the loving look the animatronic bear had on his features that told you otherwise. Part of you wishes it was just the two of you but you know this won’t be the last time you dine out with him. 

Drawing your chair closer to him, a pang of sympathy hits you—wishing he could partake in something as simple as enjoying a meal. He always insists he's content just watching you savor each bite, but you can't shake off the lingering thought in the back of your mind.

“What should I have?” You hum out, enjoying the way your arms brushed together. “All of this doesn’t seem very… Appetizing.”

“Of course it doesn’t, because it isn’t my cooking.” He says in this playful tone. “Hm… Why not the cheeseburger? You always seem to enjoy that!” 

“Mm, yeah, but only when you make it. You really did ruin other people making food for me.” 

He lets out a soft laugh, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to pull you closer towards his metal frame. “You’ll be alright.” 

You enjoy the closeness, his perfect mechanized laugh and the coolness of his metal that invigorates you. It was safe to say you’re utterly in love, with other relationships the honeymoon stage has never lasted this long. 

A waiter comes by to take your orders, he was close to asking what Freddy wanted but evidently stopped himself. It wasn’t long until your food came to the table, your cheese burger looked decent enough. Your friends immediately called you out for ordering something so simple but like always, Freddy went right on their cases, speaking in a matter of fact tone why you chose what you wanted. 

Conversation around the table flows seamlessly and you find yourself having a wonderful time, relishing in the company of others but especially Freddy’s. He was just so close to you, sometimes it made you frustrated how hard your heart still pounds whenever you’re near.

Irrevocably in love is what you are, nothing could hold a flame towards how you feel about him; of all of the people in the world you chose him to be your life partner. You appreciate him and everything he does, and now more than ever you have the desire to show him just how much you worshiped him.

An idea sparks in your mind, a very daring one. A plan that might catch Freddy off guard, yet welcome it all at the same time. With a mixture of excitement and anticipation, you prepare to turn this thought into action.

Your hand starts off by just laying on his large thigh, it was clear he thought nothing of it, but once you trailed up a little more his head snapped over to you. You look up at him to give him a soft smile only to be greeted with a look of warning in glowing blue eyes. A gaze you know all too well. 

There was something that always bubbled up whenever he looked at you like this, a feeling of pure defiance. You turn your attention back to your friends, acting as if you were doing nothing wrong as your hand nudged upwards just a little further. 

You’re getting close to what you desire to touch, feeling your thighs push together at the mere thought of his heavy cock. You are having a hard time keeping focus, your pinkie just about to brush against him until you hear a deep, gravelly voice whisper against your ear, “You know very well you’re playing with fire superstar. Are you looking to get burnt?” 

There is a hard shiver that runs up your spine, the dominance clear in his words. It was tantalizing, fueling your insatiable need to continue.

You give him an innocent look, not only to look inconspicuous for your friends but also to drag out that low growl that rumbled through Freddy’s metallic chest. You drag your hand up, biting back the gasp once you feel how hard he already was through his pants.   

He gives you a glare as your lips tug up into a smug smile. You give his growing bulge a small squeeze and his eyes widen, it was clear he wasn’t expecting you to be so forward.

Freddy’s giant metal paw wraps around your wrist tightly, instead of pushing it off he pushes your hand down. You bite down on your lower lip at the feeling of the outline of his cock, it took everything in your power to not leave right then and there so he can have his way with you.

The plan you had in mind keeps you in your seat, Freddy was easily sexually frustrated, it was understandable due to experiencing pleasure recently. Despite it being a bit fresh to him, he was practically a god in bed. It wasn’t easy for either of you when it came to keeping your hands off of each other. 

So you continue this process of teasing him throughout the entire dinner, you do good in acting as if nothing was happening. You talk to the others with ease, feeling a sense of confidence from your ministrations, it was one of the few times you had power over him. He couldn’t do anything, just sit there suppressing low groans that barely reach your eyes. 

You know you’re in for it later but right now it feels very much worth it. You teeter on the dangerous side, giving him firm squeezes when he converses with your friends, sometimes his words come out strangled, having to apologize and blaming it on a voice box error. 

You keep up this sweet torture till the very end of your dinner, you can feel Freddy’s frustration with you as he gives a short goodbye to the others. You give Emily one last hug before taking his hand to guide him out of the restaurant. His grip around yours was tight, not enough to hurt but enough to tell you that you should be a bit worried about what will happen later on in the night. 

Once you are outside with the clear starry sky above your head you go towards the large van with Freddy. While you pull the keys out from your purse and go to open the door you feel his large hand placed firmly on your shoulder. Just as you look back at him you are spun around and pushed up against the side of the van.

You look up to see blue optics staring harshly down at you, a disgruntled look on Freddy’s features. 

“I should have known you were going to misbehave.” A low growl leaves him after, causing the hairs on your arms to stand up.

You feel giddy from his reaction, clearly your mission was a success but you weren’t done just yet. “What ever do you mean? I’d say I have been nothing but perfect.” You bat your lashes, wanting to fuel his frustrations.  

He pushes you harder up against the van, leaning in with a dangerous look in his eyes that was ever so enticing. 

“You know exactly what I mean. You do realize what’s going to happen right?” One of the hands on your shoulders trails up your neck tenderly before thick fingers enclosed around your throat. He gives a soft squeeze as his voice comes out in a low, dangerous tone. “You are going to be ruined once I’m done with you.” 

He uses enough pressure to restrict your airway, the feeling brings a sense of pleasure to wash over you. Your face grows red, your smile only widening as you reveled in his predatory stare. “Is that a p-promise?”  

“You know it is.” He lets go of your neck and you take in a small breath of air. “Get in, now. I do not want a word out of you until we are home.” 

Freddy’s dominant energy was always overpowering, it was easy for you to fall into obedience when he used a certain tone with you that brought you to your knees. You turn around, feeling your heart pounding in your chest as you get in the van and fasten your seatbelt. 

He gets in and grabs the keys from your hand, silently fuming as he starts the ignition and smoothly drives out of the parking lot. 

You begin to play with the end of your dress as a million scenarios go through your head. What was he going to do to you? It had to be good. You capture your bottom lip with your teeth as your eyes fall onto the large bulge in his pants, he was still just as hard as before. You yearned to touch it once again, to feel its outline and hear Freddy to let out the hottest noises. 

“Eyes forward.” His harsh tone pulls you out of your trance, you can’t help but give him a slight glare before looking straight ahead. He then lets out a hum of approval, taking one of his hands off the wheel to place it on your knee. The bear rubs circles into your skin, you know it was his way of telling you that he actually wasn’t mad at you, you already are very well aware he liked playing these types of games with you. 

So what was the harm in continuing it? Despite how good the silent praise you just got for obeying felt, you still had this need to keep pushing it. You keep your eyes trained on the windshield ahead of you, placing your hand on his. You start to guide him slowly up your thigh, he doesn’t move away despite knowing what you are doing. 

Out of the corner of your vision you see him glancing over at you as you inch his hand closer and closer to your aching cunt. 

“You really can’t help yourself, can you?” His tone was gruff, giving your thigh a tight squeeze that makes a small gasp escape your lips. “You’ve been such a bad girl… I’m trying my absolute best to not pull over and take you right now.” 

The mere thought of him deep inside of you made your thigh tense underneath his touch. You know even though he was speaking to you, it did not mean you were allowed to talk back, yet right now you just couldn’t help yourself. 

“What’s stopping you then?” As soon as you ask he squeezes your thigh again, harder this time, eliciting the smallest trace of pain.. 

“Superstar.” Freddy says dangerously. “Quiet. I am not telling you again, stop making this worse for yourself.” 

You let out a sigh, leaning back in your seat and crossing your arms. You finally do as you're told, not saying a thing as he continues to drive the two of you back home. You become more fidgety once he pulls into the driveway, taking off your seatbelt and immediately getting out of the van. You walk inside of the house with him trailing behind you, feeling exhilarated once you look back to see the fiery look on his face. 

“Bedroom.” He demands and you nod your head, turning around and going straight to the room the two of you share. 

As soon as the two of you enter, Freddys large hand wraps around the back of your neck, you shiver from the metal on your skin as he brings you to the bed. He pushes you down harshly, kicking your feet apart while growling out as he pulls your dress up. “I want your hands behind your back, and I want you to keep them there.” 

As soon as you move your hands in position you feel his hand coming down onto your ass. You let out a loud gasp from the impact, your body being pushed forward as you are left with a stinging sensation on your skin. 

“What were you thinking?” He asks, swatting your other cheek. “The few times we are out in public you decide to pull a stunt like this?” Another swat. 

“I-I just couldn’t help myself!” Freddy spanks you again after you speak, causing you to hiss out from the way it burned. 

“Oh? Is that your excuse?” He runs his hand over your now red skin. “That you have no self control?” 

“Y-yes!” You choke out, craning your neck to look back at him. “You just… Looked so nice tonight.” 

He gives you a stern look and you return it with a sheepish smile. He places your hand on your head, shoving your face back down onto the mattress, groping at your burning flesh. 

“Compliments are not going to get you anywhere. Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to not ravage you as soon as I saw you in this pretty, tight dress? Yet I was still able to show some restraint, to not risk getting in trouble at a restaurant.” Freddy spanks you again, making you yelp out. “Hold still.” 

You then hear the sound of his belt unbuckling behind you. You feel a sense of nervousness, not knowing what he was going to do with it until he began to wrap it around your wrist. He pulls tight, the leather biting into your skin and causing you to let out a grunt. 

“There we go…” His hand goes up and down your back soothingly, he never fails to give you loving gestures even in his ‘scary’ moments. “I do not want you moving an inch, you understand me?” 

“Y-yes.” You murmur out, feeling your face become unbearably warm as you shove it into the mattress below you. You don’t dare to look back as you hear him walking away for only a short moment, the sound of a cap opening and something squirting out hits your ears. 

Your eyes widen as he pulls your panties down to your knees, letting out a guttural groan just from the mere sight of you. 

“You’re going to take what’s given to you. Not a single complaint out of your pretty little mouth.” 

You nod your head, a small gasp emits from you once you feel something cold and wet push in between your ass. You only realized it was a butt plug once he began pushing it past your ring of muscles. You groan out against the sheets as it goes inside of you.

“There we go, that’s a good girl.” Freddy lets out a small hum, rubbing his hands along your ass before giving it another hard spank. “Oh, the things I’m going to do to you, superstar. To think we are just getting started.” 

He grabs a handful of your hair, guiding you to stand up and spinning you around. His other hand grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. Maybe you should be a little more scared but you can’t help but think he is unbelievably handsome with the way his optics bore into you. 

“Initially I was going to make your pretty bottom bright red until you were begging for mercy but I realize I need something to tide me over.” His thumb brushes over your bottom lip before dragging it downward. “So I’m going to put your bratty mouth to use.” With that he pushes you down to your knees, grabbing your hair again and shoving your face against the front of his pants. 

“This is what you were wanting, right? Wanted the big scary bear to come out and show you your place?” He hums out in a chilling tone, rubbing his bulge against you. “Take it off.” Your brows knit together, with your hands bound there was not much you could do. “With your teeth.” 

You look up, having to stop yourself from giving him a glare before nodding your head. Your face was a bright red, feeling a bit embarrassed as you used your mouth to get to his zipper. You bring the piece of metal in between your teeth, pulling it down to the bottom. Pulling your head back you stare at the red boxers, not knowing where to go from here.

You hear him chuckle above you. “How cute…” He murmurs, running a hand through your hair. “Is this part too hard for you? Need some of my help?” 

You timidly nod your head, breath hitching in your throat as you watch him unbutton his pants and slowly pull it down. His heavy cock springs out, a simulated sigh of relief escaping from him.

You giggle, knowing he was so relieved because of how long you’ve been teasing him. Freddy’s optics then zone in on you, his soft touch turning rough once again as he jerks your face towards him. He grabs the base, rubbing the head against your lips. 

“Open wide, tongue out.” 

You obey his orders, keeping your eyes on his as you lull your tongue out. He guides your head onto his cock, the textured underside sliding against your tongue as he pushes his length inch by inch. He was so big, the girth stretching your lips as he made you take as much as you can. 

His head hit the back of your throat, causing your gag reflex to be triggered. A low groan escapes him from the feeling, keeping you there for a few seconds that seemed to stretch on for eternity. 

“Mm… Your mouth feels so good around me, my precious star, the thought of destroying your throat until you could barely speak sounds like pure ecstasy.” His words cause your already wet cunt to pulsate, yearning to please him in any way possible. 

Just as you begin to feel light headed Freddy pulls and pushes you on his cock with the grip on your hair. He goes slowly, seemingly wanting to watch the way you take him.

Soft groans left his muzzle, although it was clear his patience was running thin as he gradually picked up the pace. 

“There we go, look at you, taking me so well.” The grip on your hair tightens, his hips beginning to rock back and forth. You sputter and gag around him, tears welling up in your eyes while he lets out a dark chuckle. “It’s not too much for you, is it? Mm… I thought this is what you were wanting?” 

He shoves himself as far as he can down your throat, your eyes widening as you feel yourself getting more dizzy by the second. Just as it was about to get too much he begins the motions of thrusting deep and hard, making you bop your head back and forth to meet him every single time. 

All you can do is sit there and take it as he grunts and growls, gripping harder at your hair till it is teetered on the edge of pain. He begins to become louder, one of the many signs that he was getting close. You feel a deep sense of excitement, desperately wanting him to spill his seed down your throat but before you get the chance he tugs you off his cock with a wet pop. 

You gasp out once you are able to properly breath, panting harshly as tears spill from your eyes and down your cheeks. 

His eyes darken at the sight of you, leaning down and wiping the tears away with his thumb. “Look at you ruining your makeup.” He lets out a deep chuckle. “I can’t wait to see how you look once I’m through with you.” 

“T-there’s more?” You rasp, your chest rising and falling.  

“Oh superstar… We are far from over.” His loving caress on your cheek turns into a rough hand around your throat, squeezing at the sides as he leads you to your feet. 

Once again you are pushed down on the bed, Freddy wastes not even a fraction of a second as he pushes up your legs until your knees are bent, keeping you nice and spread for him. There was a glint in his eyes as he looked down at the sight before him, looking at you as if you were a meal. 

“You’re soaking wet.” He lets out a low groan as his finger traces your slick folds, purposefully not going any further. “You poor thing… All of this torture without any form of stimulation, you must be so restless.” Your body squirms as his metal finger brushes against your slit, letting out a long whine from the teasing. You try to push your hips forward but just like clockwork Freddy’s free hand grabs your waist and pushes you back down onto the bed with a strong force. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” His tone becomes harsh, squeezing at your skin. “You know better.” 

“S-sorry.” You murmur timidly, feeling your cheeks heat up as he continues to play with your outer folds. “Just… Just need you so bad.” 

“Well you should have thought of that, hm?” He uses two fingers to spread your lips apart, getting a good view of your dripping wet hole. “God… You’re twitching.” He seems memorized by the sight below him, one of his fingers brushing against your engorged clit. 

A gasp falls from your lips at the small stimulation, the anticipation being too much to bear as he gives your aching clit feather light touches. 

“Such a pretty little thing… Do you know what I’m going to do with this sweet pussy of yours?” His finger finally presses down firmly, not moving an inch as you shake your head in response. “I’m going to bring you to the edge, over and over. Even when you’re crying and begging for release I won’t give in.” Freddy does the smallest of movements against your nub, sending pleasure shooting up your spine.

“Hopefully this will put you back in your place…” He leans forward, his eyes darkening. “Below me.” 

He withdraws his hands, a long whine of pure frustration leaving your lips from the sense of loss. You are getting more and more pent up by the second, watching him with needy eyes as he grabs the bottle of lube and a wand vibrator sitting beside you. 

“T-the vibrator?!” You frown, feeling a bit worried. “That's so strong…” 

Freddy lets out a chuckle of amusement as he opens the lube and pours it on his fingers. “Oh I know superstar, I know exactly how you’ll react to it.” 

He brings one of his thick metal fingers to your entrance, tracing the edges before prodding the tip against you. You bite down on your bottom lip, spreading your thighs further to encourage him. 

Finally he begins to push in inch by inch, making you let out a pleasurable sigh of relief. He keeps it still, wiggling it back and forth before beginning to push in and out at a slow pace. 

“The urge to skip the preparations and shove right into you is stronger than ever with the way you clench around me like this.” He adds a second finger in as he speaks, giving you a thorough stretch. 

“Mm.. P-please, I need your cock so bad.” You let out small whimpers, feeling yourself unravel from the thick fingers pumping into you at an agonizingly slow pace.

“You are insane if you think you have any sort of say in this.” 

You give him a small, cheeky smile. “Mm… I don’t think that’s true, you can give in pretty easily with the right amount of pressure.” 

Freddy’s fingers still inside of you, his gaze turning into a stern glare that made your blood run cold. 

“Of course, even now you have to push my buttons.” He presses his fingers into you hard, a small grunt emits from you. “I wasn’t going to go too hard on you but now…” He uses his free hand, grabbing the vibrator and turning it as high as it goes. “Now you’re in for it.” 

You feel your heart skip a beat as he begins to thrust his fingers once again, yet this time at a brutal pace. Your mouth falls open each time his fingers brushed up against your g-spot and once the vibrator was pressed up against your clit it was game over for you. 

Your back arches up against the mattress below you, an electric jolt cascading throughout your being while he firmly keeps the vibrator down onto you. Your limbs twitch uncontrollably, looking down at him with widened eyes. 

“Don’t have much to say now, do you?” His teasing tone made you want to bite back but the knot forming in your stomach was making you lose all train of thought. 

Your orchestra of moans only grows, feeling the muscles in your thighs grow taut. Just as you were about to be pushed over the edge Freddy stops his ministrations immediately, pulling off the vibrator and halting his fingers. 

He always knew when you were about to cum, he knew every single sign.

Your walls flutter around the intrusion, a groan of unadulterated frustration pushing past your lips. 

“Freddy!” You whine out, trying to sit up despite your binded hands. 

“You stay still.” His command makes you freeze, letting out a huff as you glare up at the ceiling. “You know very well you can take it.” Once he feels as though you’ve cooled down enough he begins to move inside of you again. “Don’t you want to be my good girl? To reap the rewards of obedience?” 

An unabashed moan is ripped from your throat as he brings the vibrator back down, your walls clench down instinctively around his thick digits, the feeling of an orgasm climbing once again. As soon as he recognizes you getting close he stops, leaving you feeling incredibly hot underneath your skin. 

You look at him with glazed eyes, a pout on your lips. “Please Freddy, I’m sorry- ah!” Your words were cut off once he placed the toy back on your engorged clit.

“You’re too late for that. If you wanted a sweet release you should have behaved during dinner.” He growls out in that low tone that drives you insane with desire. 

It was all getting so overwhelming, especially when he took it off once again, only giving you a few seconds to calm down before pressing it right back down. Tears begin to well up in your eyes, unable to keep yourself quiet and still. You didn’t know how much longer you could do this, you wanted to beg for more but you knew it would only make things worse. 

Just as you were about to reach your climax for the fourth time Freddy stops completely, pulling his fingers out of you with a wet pop.

You look up at him with watery eyes and a pout on your lips, shifting in place to feel your arms have fallen asleep behind you from being bound together by the belt. It was uncomfortable, becoming almost painful. 

“F-Freddy… I’m sorry but my arms…” You trail off, looking to the side. 

“Are they hurting?” You nod your head. “Alright, sit up.” 

No matter what Freddy always wanted to make sure you are comfortable, one of the many things you love about him. 

You struggle to sit upright, shuffling on the bed awkwardly to adjust your position to grant him better access. His actions are swift, nimble fingers unwrapping the belt. The moment your hands are released a sigh of relief escapes your lips, and you instinctively reach to massage your tender skin. However, he brings your wrists into his grip, encircling them once more with the binding belt.

A pout forms on your lips from your freedom being taken away, looking up at him to whine. Yet all words on your tongue became a forgotten memory as he pinned you back down with your arms above your head. 

“Did you truly think I would allow you such freedom?” Freddy purrs in a low tone, a deep chuckle admitting from him. “You really do think I’m soft, don’t you?” 

If it wasn’t for the fact you’ve been edged so many times and your brain was complete mush you would have said yes, but now the only thing you could think of was his cock filling you up and making you scream. 

You shake your head. “N-no! I don’t, I-I’m sorry for what I said earlier. Just, please…” You whimper out, giving him a pleading look. 

Freddy brushes his muzzle against your lips, a simulated sigh of satisfaction leaving his voice box. “There we go, that’s my good girl.” He leans back, using his free hand to grab the lube and slick up his heavy cock. “Looks like I finally broke you down, hm?” 

He removes his hand from your own, yet you knew that did not give you permission to move them. You stay still, not willing to risk the chances of getting it all taken away from you as he lines himself up with your entrance. His large hand encloses firmly around one of your hips, dragging the tip up and down your folds. 

“Are you ready superstar?” He rubs a circle into your skin with his thumb.

You give an eager nod of your head, never have you needed something so bad. You keep your glazed over eyes trained on him as his thick head pushed into your entrance, a sharp moan escapes your lips as he sinks inch by inch in. The stretch was just what you needed as his heavy cock pressed into you. Your body stretches and accommodates for his size, walls clenching possessively around him.

“Please.” You manage to beg through clenched teeth, caught in the storm of pleasure taking over your body. Freddy lets out a grunt in response, snapping his hips forward until he is balls deep. You let out a loud moan from the sensation, eyes widening from the feeling of his tip brushing against your cervix. 

“You’re so tight. So perfect.” He groans, pulling his hips back half way before shoving himself in again, keeping himself still. “Just look at you, such a needy, desperate little thing. Finally giving you what you’ve been begging for yet all you want is more.” 

You let out a whimper, a pout on your lips that makes Freddy chuckle with adoration. “You are just too precious. I’ll give you what you want, my little star, but on my terms, you’re going to let me use this perfect hole for how I see fit.” “Y-yes,” There was no more fighting from you, the blistering flames of submission and arousal were too high by now. “Please, use me as much as you need. I-I’m yours.” Freddy seems nothing but satisfied, as a reward he began to rock his hips back and forth. “Beg for it then, tell me how much you need this, how you are here to pleasure me and me alone.” 

“I need it so bad F-Freddy, your dick is all I think about. It’s all I n-need. I want you to use me like I’m your whore.” You were so caught up in it all, so desperate that you didn’t even realize the colorful language you used. To your luck it seemed like something snapped inside of Freddy once you called yourself such a name. 

Freddy withdraws his hips then slams himself right in, if it wasn’t for the hand on your hip you would have been pushed up the bed. His thrusts were sloppy and fast, forcing loud moans and gasps out of her throat. 

“You feel incredible. So… Incredible.” He groans out between thrusts, each one making your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

His free hand falls upon your clothed breast, giving it an eager squeeze as your moans mixed in with his. “Want to hear you scream for me, want the whole world to remember exactly who you belong to.” Your head spun, the way he dragged in and out of you at a breakneck speed brought tears to your eyes. “Oh, oh my god!” You gasp out, wishing your hands weren’t bound so you could grab on to anything, to have some sort of anchor amidst this storm of pleasure. “S-so… So much!” 

Freddy chuckles darkly at your words, his claws digging into your hip. “Is it too much for you superstar? This is what you were wanting, you made it very clear. There is no backing down now.” To make matters worse, he removed his paw from your breast and brought it down between your thighs. His thumb wasted no time finding your clit, expeditiously rubbing at the aching bud that made your limbs twitch. Every sensation became magnified - from the feeling of his hard cock filling your depths to the delicious friction of overstimulated nerves. 

Your back arches off the bed, sobs wracking through your body as you are consumed by the intensity of it all. You feel a knot in your stomach, tightening so quick that you couldn’t even warn him besides yelling out his name. Wave after wave hits you like a roaring sea, throwing your head back as you go through the most intense orgasm of your life. He rubs you through it, but of course, he wasn’t planning to stop there. 

“There you go, doesn’t that feel nice?” He grunts out, plunging inside of you with pure force. You writhe and whimper underneath him, staring into blue optics through blurry vision as overstimulation quickly takes over. “Freddy- ah! Freddy please!” You plead, not even knowing what you were begging for. Did you want more? Did you want him to slow down? In the end it didn’t matter what you wanted, you were only able to take what was given to you. Optics staring down at you with pure satisfaction while he quickly brought you to the brink of another orgasm. 

“Please wh-what?” His voice box glitched once he asked the question, a tell tale sign he was getting close. “Please make you cum again? Please fill you up?” He chuckles, snapping his hips into you and making you yelp. “Don’t worry babydoll, I’m going to give you my all.” He leaned in till his face was a mere inch away from yours, keeping that swift pace. “Who do you belong to?” 

His commanding tone reverberates in your ears, fueling the desire that made you yearn to obey him. “You, I-I belong to you! I’m yours, all yours.” You speak between loud cries, your own words not registering as that coil tightens in your stomach once again. “Ah!” You cum again, harsher than the last, your legs kicking in the air as your cunt convulses around him. 

“G-good- Good girl. That’s my good sta-ar.” He only manages to squeeze out his words of praise before a loud groan escapes him. He pushes himself all the way inside of you that causes you to gasp as rope after rope of his synthetic seed covers your walls. 

Your body goes lax against the bed once he stills, panting harshly as your limbs twitch and move on their own accord. It was as if time itself stopped, both of you stuck in the same position while recovering from the passionate moment.  

“Are you alright?” Freddy finally asks, pride in his tone. 

You open your eyes, not even realizing you’ve shut them as you manage to muster a weak smile. “A-amazing.” You breathe out. 

“Good, I was worried for a moment.” Large paws come up to your bound wrists, swiftly unwrapping the belt and tossing it to the side. He then takes your hands into his own, massaging the red imprints. “You did such a wonderful job taking your punishment. I am very proud of you.”

Your heart skips a beat, just like it always does when he says such sweet things. “You think so? I thought I was being pretty naughty.” He chuckles, “A bit, yes. But you caved a lot quicker than what I had calculated.” Thick arms then slide underneath you, pulling you up against his metal torso as his muzzle lightly brushed against your forehead. 

“Calculated… You calculated this?” You ask in disbelief, were you just completely out of it or did he really ‘crunch the numbers’? “Of course I did, on the way home. Although plans changed, I still knew what I had in mind.” While talking he lifted you up, swapping positions so he could sit down on the bed, his cock still embedded inside of you. “You’re unbelievable.” You laugh, leaning back to stare up at him. “I suppose, but so are you.” He places another kiss upon your forehead, running a hand through your hair. “You know I was never mad at you, right?” 

“Of course Freddy, I know this was all a part of our game.”  He always had to check in with you every time, you thought it was nothing short of sweet. “You were… Really hot.” “Yeah? Not as much as you.” He hums, pulling you even closer. “I believe you deserve a reward now, how about a nice bath and then I’ll make you some hot chocolate?” You are clearly pleased by this idea, melting into his embrace. “With a movie?” 

“Of course with a movie, my starlet.” 

[crystalsnow95z]

Sickie: Namjoon with stomach flu (vomit, fever)

Caretaker; mostly Yoongi and Jin

"Let's do one more run-through before the real thing tomorrow." J-hope's voice echos in the empty stadium. Namjoon was still trying to catch his breath from them doing idol, deciding where they would gather to do the chorus.

"Namjoon-ah are you okay?" Jin asks, rubbing the back of the rapper's neck. "You want some water? You seem really tired today."

Namjoon takes the water gratefully. "Yeah, I'm still jet lagged, that's all. I'll be fine by tomorrow. I'll just go to bed early tonight."

Namjoon struggles through the choreography, feeling nauseated. (I should've eaten something on the plane..) He was glad they weren't taking it seriously. Only trying to get the positions correctly, his smaller movements going unnoticed.

"Well done, everyone!" J-hope bows to the backup dancers, the other members doing the same, except for Namjoon who only bows his head.

"Are you okay, Joon-ah?" Yoongi asks. "You're looking pale."

"Yeah, I just need to eat. My stomach hurts." Namjoon rubs his gurgling stomach. "I didn't eat much before we left Korea, and I didn't eat on the plane."

"We'll eat soon. I'll ask staff to order us something while we're on our way." Yoongi leads Namjoon to one of the cars.

"What's wrong with Namjoonie hyung?" Jungkook asks when he notices Yoongi leading him.

"He did the practice on an empty stomach." Yoongi answers for him while Namjoon yawns.

"Aigoo, practicing on an empty stomach is the worst. Do you want to chew on some gum? It helps my stomach when I'm hungry." Taehyung takes out the some gum from his bag. He had made a habit of packing it when they travel to keep his ears from popping on planes and to have something on lengthy practice days.

Namjoon takes it, the mint gum helping to soothe his sour stomach. "That's actually a lot better, thanks."

Taehyung smiles. "No problem, hyung."

Back at the hotel, they all gathered in Namjoon's hotel room to eat, practicing their French for the upcoming concert.

"merci army.." J-hope does a fake head bow to the imaginary crowd, filling his stomach with local cuisine.

"Merci beaucoup." Taehyung makes a cheek heart.

"What's bea..ucoup..?" Jungkook asks.

"It's kinda just.. a more grateful, bigger thank you." Taehyung explains the best he can.

"You're just trying to show off your French skills." Jungkook pushed his shoulder playfully.

"I'm not." Taehyung says taking another bite of food.

Namjoon only ate about half as everyone else, but no one seemed to notice. He was sure to grab a piece of meat when Yoongi or Jin looked at him popping a piece in his mouth.

His stomach started to ache again after eating. (It might just be that I'm not used to the food, and it's on the greasy side.) Namjoon lies to himself. He couldn't admit he was sick. Not when he had three concerts to do.

"How do you say make some noise? Do you know?" Yoongi asks Taehyung.

"Ah.. I don't know.." Taehyung looks it up on his phone.

"faites du bruit."

The phone speaks in a robotic voice. Taehyung plays it again before trying to mimic it, Yoongi joining in.

While the others were distracted, Namjoon took his chance to go to the bathroom, his stomach trying to urgently push out his dinner, mouth pooling with sick.

He quickly turns on the sink to try to cover up the sound, gagging as quietly as he could into the tolietbowl, holding it tightly as another mouthful of mush splashes into the water.

Namjoon continued to try to handle the situation on his own, despite his desperate desire for Jin to rub his back or Yoongi to encourage him it'll be over soon.

When Namjoon finally finishes, he feels shaky on his feet. (That was awful..) He groans softly holding his sore abdomen, brushing his teeth to get the taste out of his mouth.

"Namjoon-ah." He heard the voice of Jungkook from the other side of the door. "Are you finished? I really need to use the bathroom.

"Uh..yeah, one second." (Sh*t..) Namjoon quickly flushed the toliet, opening the door for Jungkook, hoping the air vent got rid of enough of the sickly scent in the air.

Namjoon spits into the sink. "All yours Kook." He leaves to sit back by J-hope contemplating how he'd get the six out of his room so he could lay down without making them suspicious.

"Namjoon-ah you look pale, are you okay?" J-hope reaches for Namjoon, touching his forehead.

"I'll be fine. I'm just tired. We practiced for hours after a 11 hour flight.. We should all get to bed early." He tried the direct approach first.

"It's only 9:30." Jungkook points out with a pout.

"It'll take you at least an hour after laying down to go to sleep." Jin counters. "At least go lay down in your room."

"I'm tired too." Yoongi states with wide mouth yawn.

Jungkook doesn't argue, gathering his stuff. "Alright, hyung. I'll go to my room."

Everyone gathers their things to leave, going to their rooms, except Yoongi.

"Namjoon-ah here." Yoongi shoves a twin pack of medicine bottles into his hand one for day and one for night. "I asked staff to buy this for you.."

"Flu medicine? But i said-"

"Namjoon-ah I've known you for years. Cut the bullsh*t. I know you aren't feeling well, and your excuses won't work on me. Just take it."

Namjoon smiles softly. "Alright.. thank you Yoonie-hyung.."

"You need to tell me and Hoba if you're feeling up to this tomorrow. Don't try to push yourself harder than you can handle. Okay? We can figure this out together. Don't try to handle it all on your own." Yoongi squeezes Namjoon's shoulder.

"I just don't want to disappoint army. It's been five years since we performed here.." Namjoon couldn't promise he wouldn't try anyway, and thankfully Yoongi didn't ask him to.

Namjoon felt better after taking the medicine Yoongi gave him last night. He still felt nauseous when he moved, but it didn't feel like he needed to vomit. The stage check went perfectly, and he managed to convince Yoongi that he was fine. "I can do this.." He whispers to himself as he changes outfits, loosening the belt so it doesn't add pressure to his bloated middle.

"Is everyone ready?" Namjoon asks, rallying up the members. "Let's put on a good show.." He places his hand in the center, the boys hyping themselves up with their chant.

Yoongi led them to the lifts where they would appear, going right into Fire as soon as they reached the stage.

J-hope squeezes Namjoon's hand, wondering if Yoongi told him about last night or if he was suffering from nerves. (We can do this..)

As soon as the stage lights hit him and he started moving to the choreography, he felt like he was actually on fire, feeling his head spin, his jump slower than the other by a mere half second.

The crowd didn't notice that he messed up, but he knew J-hope did, but instead of his usual strict choreography leader look, it was with concern. (I'm sorry..) Namjoon mouthed the word.

As they switched into the next song the painful sloshing in his stomach worsened, relieved that he was holding a mic instead of having a headset to keep his wet burps from being heard. His body was starting to ache, his movements coming out stiff.

(One more song, then we'll do an introduction and change outfits, i just have to hold it until then..)

Namjoon's voice cracks when it comes to his verse, a painful ripple across his stomach making it hard to keep his voice under control. (Sh*t..I can't keep messing up..) Namjoon's guilt just made his stomach knot, amplifying the pain.

He felt his stomach lurch, pushing up the salad he had for breakfast, so he had at least something in his system. He swallows it back down, grimacing at the foul taste as it slides back down. (Not here.. please not here..)

Namjoon felt worse as he continued, already drenched in sweat without even being halfway through the concert. He pushed himself harder just to keep up with the others.(I need to take some more medicine..) the only thing that kept him going was the fans chanting his name..

"1..2..3.." Namjoon bows with the others, saying their hellos, working their way down the line.

"Hyung, you're already soaked in sweat, slow down.." Jimin whispers to him.

"I will..The next songs are slower. I'll be fine.."

Namjoon was far from fine.

(My head is splitting..) Namjoon swayed as he walked around the stage, unable to bring himself to bounce around like the others. Yoongi went up to him, hugging him from behind. "Namjoon you need to go off stage.. You're getting worse.."

Namjoon shakes his head, not thinking rationally. His mind was set on one thing and one thing only. Not disappointing the fans who screamed loudly for him when he sang his verse.

"You need to stop, i shouldn't have let you perform tonight." Yoongi tells him in a stern tone, like a father scolding theit child, mixed with worry."I mean it, Namjoon. Get off the stage. Now." Yoongi turns him to face the steps. (He's not looking well at all.. he's gonna vomit. I know it..)

Namjoon's eyes widen at Yoongi's tone, mistaking it for anger. He usually understood thats just the way he talked, but his mind was clouded from his rising fever. The movement made his stomach churn violently. Namjoon tried to calmly walk off stage, afraid if he moved too fast, he'd lose his breakfast in front of everyone. Seeing him leaving, Yoongi gets back to the song, just barely making it to his part before j-hope finishes his line.

Namjoon felt another wet burp come, the hot sick burning his throat as he runs off the stage swallowing it down once more, looking for anywhere that he could be sick in, but when he goes to the steps to leave the stage, his stomach had other plans, burping up its contents before he even got down two steps.

Yoongi quickly grabs his waist to keep him from falling forward, the pressure setting off Namjoon's stomach once more, spraying green all over the steps. (Fu*k.. sh*t.. I need to get him somewhere private..) Yoongi pulls Namjoon's arm around him, leaning heavily on the railing as he steps down, careful not to slip on the soiled stairs. He could feel the heat coming off of his body.

"Namjoon-ah you're an idiot, why did you continue when you were this sick? You told me you were okay.." Yoongi's scolding came out as a soft whine, feeling guilt for not telling the others. "I need help.. Namjoon got sick on the stairs.." Yoongi calls for help, several staff members coming to his call when they see Namjoon heaving they scatter to find a bin.

(I'm gonna be sick again..) Namjoon clamps his hand over his mouth, trying to stop himself from coloring the floor with more sick. (My heads spinning.. I don't even think I can stay sitting..)

Yoongi grips Namjoon tightly by the shoulder when he feels him falling forward. "I got you..I got you..it's alright Joon, if you make a mess, you make a mess. No one will care. I'll clean it up myself if I have to." Yoongi could feel Namjoon's spine tensing underneath his gentle rubs.

When he hears J-hope singing his verse the guilt sent his stomach over the edge, the sick coming out, dripping down his hand and into his lap.

"Just let it up Namjoon-ah, you'll feel better if you stop fighting it.." Yoongi grabs Namjoons wrist to move his hand from his face.

A staff member places a bin in Namjoon's lap. The sick rapper finally stop fighting it a proper place to throw up in, body trembling as it pushed out everything it had.

"I need water and some towels, please?" Yoongi asks, still holding the wrist of Namjoon.

"We can take care of him while you perform." The staff member offers.

"Yoongi go..I'll be okay.." Namjoon knew he'd regret it if he kept Yoongi down with him, making them two members short.

"I'll go back up after the VCR clip. Let me at least clean you up.. and I need to wait for the stairs to be clean anyway.." Yoongi takes the towel staff brought him, wetting it with the water bottle and wiping off Namjoon's hand, ignoring his stomach clenching. "You're so gross right now.."

"I'm sor..rupp..!" Namjoon's words were caught off by another mouthful of sick.

"I said it's fine. Don't apologize." Yoongi folds the towel up so the dirty side is folded in placing it on the floor. Yoongi lightly scratches down Namjoon's back.

The other members rush down as soon as the lights cut out on stage, searching for the two missing rappers.

"Is Joon okay?" Jin asks, rushing over to him.

"I don't think he can perform tonight.." Yoongi replies, moving away so Jin could take over. "The rap medley is next.. Jungkook-ah, Taehyung-ah? Do either of you know Namjoon's parts well enough to fill in for Namjoon?"

"I know Cypher pt 3 and Ugh! Really well.. but I'm not confident with Tear.." Taehyung answers.

"I'll do tear then. It's last on the list, right? I'll just quickly switch with Taehyungie-hyung. I'll reread it on my phone over and over. I can do it." Jungkook already started searching the lyrics, Taehyung doing the same. J-hope and Yoongi leave to get changed.

Namjoon gasps for breath as his body finally relents, putting an end to the dry heaves, rubbing his sore stomach. "Finally.." Namjoon sighs.

"Here, rinse your mouth Joonie." Jin gently moves the waste bin to the floor, holding the waterbottle to Namjoon's lips. Namjoon takes a mouthful, swishing it around, then spitting it out, taking a few drinks.

"One minute until the VCR ends." Staff alerts them."

"Careful hyung, you might upset your stomach again.." Jimin warns him. "Are you feeling any better?"

"I..I need to lay down.." Namjoon tried to stand, but vertigo hits hard, sending him back in the chair.

"Slow down Namjoonie-hyung, let me help you.." jimin takes both his hands, Jin grabbing him underneath his armpits, gently lifting him to his feet, leading him to his knees.

Jimin puts Namjoons head in his lap, moving the hair plastered from his forehead. "You're burning up Hyungie.. I don't think you'll be doing any more performing.."

"I can..I just need medicine..i..I was fine until it wore off.." Namjoons voice comes out hoarsely, coughing. "I..I have some in my bag.. please Hyung.." Namjoon whines to Jin.

"Alright.. if you're fever goes down before the concert ends you can perform, but the moment anyone suspects your getting worse, staff will escort you off the stage.." Jin couldn't be a hypocrite. He'd performed in terrible conditions plenty of times. He'll have to hear it from Yoongi and the others, but he knew they respected him too much to question his decision.

He could feel Jimin's concerned gaze on his back as he walked away to find Namjoons bag, bringing it to him, measuring out the medicine for Namjoon.

"I'll take full responsibility of him." Jimin promises to Jimin. "I'll even personally take him to the hospital.

"I'm sorry i can't dance for you.. I'm not in the best condition right now.." Namjoon tells the audience as he takes a seat in the chair of reflection. The crowd screams that it's okay. His stomach was still bloated and he still felt shivers running down his spine, but the sound of the crowd cheering his name gave him the strength he needed.

Namjoon pushed his way through the last part of the show, the members constantly coming up to him, squeezing his hand, hugging him from behind, serenading him. He found himself smiling as he rapped, feeling loved.

Jin and Jungkook supported Namjoon on both sides as they left the stage. "We should've told him to leave two songs ago, he's burning up again..poor hyungie.." Jungkook says sympathetically.

"He was doing fine, I'll stay with him tonight. Hoba and Yoongi are going to meet up with staff to see what we're going to do about the other concerts, there's no way he can do two more shows.."

(I can't miss anymore..) Namjoon coughs, unable to get any words out.

"You have to. Army will understand.." Jin tells him gently.

Namjoon didn't care. All he could think about was failing his team and his fans. His stomach tightened, muscles pushing nothing but slimely water gagging it up.

"Woah, Namjoonie!" Jin quickly gets him to his knees, Jungkook rubbing his back.

"It's okay..it's okay.." Jin finds a bin, placing in front as another round of sick pushes up, burning Namjoon's throat.

Tears fill the youngest rapper's eyes as he throws up everything he had left in him. "I fuc*ed it all up.." He sobs.

"Namjoon-ah, it's not your fault you're sick. Baby, don't cry.." Jin tries soothing him by stroking the back of his neck.

Jungkook blinks hard, quickly moving away from Namjoon before he starts crying, too going to the closest hyung for comfort.

"It's okay, Jungkookie. Joonie is just sick and frustrated. He'll get better.." J-hope hugs Jungkook close.

Namjoon's stopped just as suddenly as he started, having nothing left in him. Jin and Taehyung help him to his feet again, wanting to get him to the hotel to wash up and sleep as soon as possible.

As the leave the building, instead of hearing Army screaming their names, they hear them start singing..

"Let’s only walk on flower trails

I can’t say that

Let’s only see good things

I can’t say that either

Saying that there will only be good things from now on

Saying that you won’t get hurt

I can’t say that

I can’t lie like that..."

"That's...my part in 2!3!.. They're singing in korean.." Namjoon was astonished to hear them.

"They want you to know that you can't always have good days, Joon." Jin tells him, smiling when he hears Yoongi singing his verse when he heard them struggling. "They don't care if you can't perform for them. They just want you to be happy.."

Namjoon smiles through his tears, crying now from happiness, joining them for the chorus.

"You'll be okay, Joon.." Yoongi rubs his back, leading him into the car. "Thank you, army!" He shouts out the window, asking staff to stay until they at least make it through the song.

[tumbleweeds-go-by]

*techy was still around, trying to stall a bit before tunner maybe runs him off but, amidst his watching, he makes the mistake of leaning on one of the railings which, was a bit drizzled with some froth since jesus christ that stuff is getting everywhere* what the fu - aw GROSS - alright, gotta be fucking careful of touching... anything... I guess...

Hansen's ears perked hearing Techy's voice, a sudden surge of rage filling the Sheriff's body. "Thought I told you t' git outta 'ere." He growled, stepping over to get a good look at the robot. He looked a mess.. scraggly and matted fur, pale and cracked scales, the wound around his unbandaged shoulder looking sicky and smelling even worse... He was such a mess. He looked almost incoherent, too. "Git. Before I make you regret it." He barred his teeth, not reaching for his gun.

[swarmishstrangers]

Hey, do you think Mallek would be into dating sims? Specifically the ones that have robot characters? <- thinks about calculester from monster prom

(anyway, I hope you're getting better and I'm not bothering you with this silly little ask that ran into my head after reading your mallek headcanons and playing the game ever! Keep yourself warm and comfortable, please)

Bit late answering this ask! I am indeed much better and no longer sicky teehee

Also erm? You're SO right anon I literally am../j ofc! It makes me like. Stupid happy that people like how I write/see Mallek. UGHH him and Boldir are my fav trolls 5ever and I want to write them the best I can.

As for your your questionnn uhh? I'm honestly not sure? The type of games I can see Mallek playing ranges from casual games, multiplayers that he can get on calls with and talk with friends, sandbox style games, and ofc, if he's really wanting to use up his brain power, some pretty difficult and complicated RPGs that involve a lot of reading or remembering things. The last one interestingly, though, is, to no one's surprise, likes shitposty kind of games.

Mallek, on his own, I don't think seeks out to play dating sims, not the serious ones anyway. Sure, he hears about some popular ones (a lot of eastern Alternian dating sims are crazy popular) and he enjoys some eastern Alternian anime (not a lot to say he's a megafan or anything but, ya know, casually). But he doesn't seek those specific kind of games out himself.

In comes his dumbass friends that he plays online games with. Not a bunch of people. Honestly, it's only like. Five trolls at max he plays online games consistently and is one of his few bustling social groups. There used to be six..but. It brings a dull sadness to his pan if he thinks too much about him.

Anyways! His friends definitely like to pester Mallek and send him shitpost games disguised as other games to prank him. It's funny as fuck. Some of these they'd hide dating sims in them, serious or not, and Mallek would be like, "haha; oh no what do you have me playing this time;", download it, and. It's fucking dating sim. SO stupid but he thinks it's funny and humors them, playing the game on his off time.

He's. Greatly embarrassed to say he enjoyed some of them. Shitposty ones of course were great, but he finds himself shocked to enjoy some of the more serious ones in these prank hidden games his friends have him play. Not a lot of dating sims include alien type characters to romance because aliens are kill on sight on Alternia...but robots aren't. Yeah Mallek finds himself drawn to the more interesting characters in terms of looks or personalities. And that doesn't mean in terms of a character being hot or attractive. I point and laugh at Mallek, robot fucker ROBOT fucker!!

He replays some of these games sometimes, and THAT is why he keeps his friends from seeing when he does by hiding his game status online from them lmao. He still doesn't go out to purposefully play new ones, but he likes the handful of dating sims he does still play from time to time.

[morawcrumb]

I thought of some silly AU thing idea bc i got inspired by a convo with my friend!

so basically its just an au where Julian is a robot! its kinda dumb but i’m proud of it bc its the first time i actually drew a ref for a TOHC AU idea (Julian only for now…the idea is still being thought of…)

I wrote my ideas in a doc so i wouldn’t forget so if you see many typo’s i apologize

RoBOT!julian AU

OK so in this AU julian’s great grandfather was a famous inventor (/ref)and a hypnotist and his grandchild ran away from home and came to him. Sadly little did he know julian got sicky sick ill and sadly couldnt make it (:((() so in tribute he made a robot just likehim (hmmmm reminds me kinda like astro /hj) and he was suppose to be an entertainer just like a hypnotist, but since great grandpapa was ill too he also died so to give him to a safe place he gave these stagehands (omg i wonder who the stage hands are JK its laeticia and the others) custody for him and so he was used for cleaning. (He’s hydrophobic??? Mayb bc ykkk that two episode) anyway after the polar bear incident he had to get repaired but suddenly woke up at the eiffel tower!! In a closet, (apparenlt after the accident they gave him to someone else aka Mr. Chourinard which was skeptical at first but accepted him to also be a janitor)

Julian’s childhood is the same but the only thing changed is that he died and then got made into a robot

Kinda like astro? The first part at least

He meets coco the same way but coco is shell shocked that hes a talking working robot

He still has those ghost of the eiffel powers aswell

Bc since his great grandfather was also a hypnotist he hypnotized all of paris.

I might possibly change some things bc some leave to questional things where i don’t have answers to!

[sickiehugs]

So I saw you did "v3 Boys taking care of a sick reader" but how about you do the reverse; Reader taking care of the v3 boys

Oh my god tysm for the request, this is my first one!! I would love to :)

Skipping Keebo bc he robot

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V3 Boys Sickfic Headcanons

With sickie!V3 boys and caretaker!Reader

Shuichi Saihara

Poor guy would do everything to hide his illness from you, he really doesn't like people worrying about him.

He canonically skips breakfast a lot, so he honestly wouldn't get very far with the above plan. Either fainting at his desk, or just becoming very obviously weak.

You carry him to bed and turn the lights out. You wheel his desk chair to his bedside and sit down, open up your laptop, and adjust the brightness, making it the only dim light in the room.

He sleeps most of the time, but would try to stay awake for the interrogation analyses you'd put on for him (Speaking from experience: Interrogation analyses are actually really interesting and easy to focus on when you're sick. Consider this a sick tip from a pro).

OH AND HE LIKES ACE ATTORNEY!!!! Snuggle up next to him and play ace attorney,,,, he ships klapollo,,,,

He's really weak and fragile. Out like a light and rarely wakes up to do anything. He's really upset that he can't do any work while he's sick in bed, but you're good at assuring him that he deserves all the rest in the world and he can always catch up later.

Can't stomach a lot of food, he doesn't eat a lot to begin with and the added nausea makes it pretty much impossible to keep stuff down.

He hugs pillows,, he gives them hugs,, hug me instead pls

Very apologetic and says he's sorry every time he needs something from you. You'd eventually convince him that he's worth everything and you're happy to help him get better.

Delirious Shuichi would be either a nervous, hallucinating mess, or the only time in history where his anxiety would go poof and he could just stare blankly at the wall and smile like an idiot. Or both.

Kaito Momota

(Assume he doesn't have his canon illness here.)

At first you don't even notice a thing, he's the same loud and confident guy he always is. Well, it seems that way, at least.

Tiny little things start adding up to something bigger; his cheeks are pink, his voice is a little scratchy, his hand is warmer when you hold it...

Everything goes downhill when Kaito's voice crAcks and he finds himself unable to speak, therefore unable to convince you that he's fine (he ain't lol). One big coughing fit later, he's in his bed with the lights out, his arms crossed tight and his face flashing an angry, defeated pout.

He's all like "I'm the Kaito Momota, Luminary of the Stars! Some pesky illness is no match f- *COUGH* *HACK* *COUGH COUGH* *gasp* *COUGH*" bro needs a hug

Tired ramblings are all about space. They'd actually be pretty interesting if they were coherent. He won't stop talking even with the hoarseness of his voice.

He keeps trying to get out of bed to get stuff instead of asking you but he either kinda gives up halfway through and crawls back to bed or you catch him and give him a lecture.

He really really wants a hug but doesn't know how to ask D:

Before he falls asleep he just kinda looks at you and holds his arms out, you understand and give him the hug he's wanted all day... he yoinks you into bed with him and falls asleep with his arms around you

Kokichi Ouma

He'd mostly look fine at first but you notice he's a lot more careful physically, like walking a lot slower and protecting his stomach with his hands. If he had known it'd slowly get harder to hide his illness he wouldn't have come out of his room, but of course it's too late now.

He thinks he's doing a good job when... "Kokichi, you ok?"

The professional liar's mind would be too foggy to properly lie. A stupid guilty smile and two full minutes of tired stuttering go by.

Now normally if you tried to grab the small guy he would run away and you'd have to chase him for hours, but he just can't do that today. He's already getting tired despite not doing anything, his vision is slowly fading and his legs are starting to give out. He knows what's good for him deep down and, as much as he hates it, he'll let you scoop him up into your arms.

Once he accepts that he's sick, this man turns into the ultimate drama queen. I feel like he just wants people to care about him, though? And exaggerating his condition might be the only way to achieve that?

It doesn't take long for you to realize it's not as bad as he says it is. But he's still pretty sick, so nothing about how you take care of him really changes. Just ignore him when he claims to be dying.

Do something wrong and he's like "Do you want me to die? So rude, Reader-chan~!" in his messed-up, scratchy and seemingly painful voice.

Oh my god he will not stay in bed. He literally climbs all over you like a child. Sleeps anywhere but where he's supposed to. Hides in his closet. You're really strong for agreeing to take care of this gremlin and making it this far, you know that?

Delirious Kokichi is even more of a menace but he's twice as tired so it doesn't last too long.

So, say he does get worse. Would his playful façade start to slip, or would delirium make it 10x as strong?

Gonta Gokuhara

(Short since I'm not too familiar with Gonta as a person + I haven't played his FTE)

Everything is fine until he suddendy latches an arm around his stomach and doubles over, teeth clenched and eyes shut tight. You rush to his side and ask him what's wrong.

He tells you it wouldn't be gentlemanly to ask for help, you argue that it would be even less gentlemanly to puke on the floor. He lets you walk him to the bathroom.

He slep,, he sleps so cute,, somehow he manages to look small cuz he is curled up in a little blanket burrito and sleping

Korekiyo Shinguji

(Again, short, sorry D:)

I'm getting gothic whump vibes from him

HE is getting gothic whump vibes too

I think he reads whump stuff when he's not studying anthropology

Lights candles instead of the lamp on his nightstand, his sheets are all white, keeps his windows open, yeah the whole deal. Your Kiyo values aesthetic and that is VALID.

Homies I apologize but I don't know shit about Ryoma and Rantaro. Ever since I started this post two weeks ago I've been stuck on them. Feel free to reblog with HCs for them!! Anyways, super duper sorry for the wait, Anon! I really hope it was worth it D:

[antioceas]

STARTER MEME - Inspired by quotes from my friends' discord server

TRIGGER WARNING for suggestive wording, mention of bodily fluids, mention of drug use

[Change pronouns/tenses/etc to fit context]

"You goddamn bitch of a fucking hitch ... what did I just say??"

"They're showing you queer wizards?"

"He looks like a Robots (2005) reject"

"One time I was really worried because I had bright green poop but I realized, all I had eaten that day was blue fun dip and three pickles"

"He was a thee olde sicky bitch"

"All I could think was the f slur... French"

"I don't want all knives to be perfect! Just this one"

"I was hit by a baka blast when I was born"

"You can't tell my vengeful ghost what to do"

"Did this guy piss? Where's your piss, guy?"

"You know how most things taste?"

"There's something beautiful about lying on the floor in a pool of your own blood, your blood mingling with your friends', as you both slowly die from mutually inflected wound"

"I wonder what college degree I need to be a bear. Not the gay man bear, but the animal bear"

"When you talk, my regrets about being alive tend to go up"

"There is an elephant in the lake - Let me clarify, the elephant is dead"

"Wow, babies are dumb as fuck"

"Frodo Baggins would not fuck four of my friends in high school"

"Are you having an old man fight?"

"What if the song was like "Press Squiggle Squiggle Squonk on the Diggle Donk"?"

"Why are you so pointy today?"

"I think if you got air to the brain, it would help whatever you have"

"I wanna look up at the moon and see a [name]-shaped crevice"

"Your jaw is weak. It's a jaw for babies"

"I don't want to fuck it, but also can it fuck?"

"I might be a mess! ... I meant maestro..."

"If you BITE me, you get WET. Cause and effect, little BITCH"

"Oh shit, my tower to God is infested with zombies"

"I feel like you don't respect my work on the Tower to God"

"[Name] is doing drugs in the balloon room again"

"[Name] is proof Descartes is wrong. You cannot think and still am plenty"

[hazzasultimatekiwi]

Turquoise, rain, sea glass

hi kelly!!

turquoise: weirdest dream you’ve ever had?

i had this reoccurring dream as a child that every time i got sick a robot alien would come and murder my family one by one in front of me and that the only way to save them was by going to school every day. i’m genuinely not kidding when i say this dream haunted me for months and genuinely ruined my health and well-being

rain: if it were possible, what exotic animal would you keep as a pet?

an orangoutang idk why but they seem so cute to me when they’re not viciously powerful and could kill me

sea glass: what do you consider to be your best physical feature?

my hair??? i hate choosing something that’s so impermanent but my curls are literally my favorite thing ever when they actually make an appearance

ask game to ward off the stress and sickies

[danafeelingsick]

i've been having the worst writer's block, but i want to write sick b.illy so very much

[maestro-of-clockwork]

[Oh this is gonna be one long ride, then-/j Im gonna try doing a more fast list about the Ocs here and how i imagine they would interact with Antonio, And maybe in the future im gonna do a more detailed version in rp or ooc (Tw of manipulation mention and also longass text)

Also all of these versions are like "Au" almost because their og version is your normal DHMIS goofy ahh bois Laurence - I've already showed a bit how much of an asshole he is and how he would interact with Tony in rp but oH GOD THERES SO MUCH MORE ABOUT HIM- If Lesley is the equal of a "God" to the puppet world, Then Laurence is the equal of literal Lucifer to them- Cunning, Puts himself high asf in a pedestal because he KNOWS he has much, much more power than anyone else, Wants to see everyone bow to him and Will play with your sanity like how a cat plays with a toy. But even thought he acts more "Nicer" normally, He is a lot more cruel and direct to the point when acting more agressive (aka he would totally place his feet on someone's head and squish it out of spite) OH AND I DIDNT EVEN TOUCH ON THE PART ABOUT HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH LINNA- THAT'S A WHOLE PIECE BY ITSELF- But explaining quickly how it is; It's him dangling a little light of hope that the loop will stop some hour or another if she listens to him, Making her basically his servent while she doenst notice he is the cause of her entire suffering- Theo - Already mentioned in RP, But he is like- The equal of Colin ig because he is a computer too- but he is so much, much more fucking bitchy and horrible that makes Colin look like a angel beside him. Manipulative, Sadistic to the point of being the word "Schadenfreude" itself, And even if he doenst show it, He could hurt people out of pure spite or boredom all because he can- I can imagine him and Antonio probably talking about the people they manipulated for own benefit or about their enemies, But just if Antonio is able to handle someone with non-stop ADHD behaviour and loud asf robotic voice (also that loves angering people with anything because, again, he can) Marie - Oh hey, That one who gave Linna trauma about medical stuff! Anyways; Your standart mentally insane nurse/doctor type- Always having a extended creepy smile, Having a questionable interest about dissections and vivisections, Acting SICKY, DERANGEDLY sweet and cute in the WORST times possible, And also doenst help that she has hands like the other mother from coraline true form- So maybe her and Antonio would go along really well? Who knows Lucy & Lisa - One is the embodiment of the universe and the other is fucking dea- i mean a spirit/j Ok but- Maybe those two would not really be the type to talk to Antonio, Maybe Lucy would try because he already talked with Laurence and all, And both are togheter so manipulative bitch going to see manipulative hubby's frienb :> Overall, Lucy is the more colder, Snarky type around others, But also would do a amazing "Rapunzel's mother" type if she had the chance. (*cough* linna *cough*) She can really put on a nice talk for hours and hours, And with that, Can get people on her cosmic web pretty well until some day she'll feel like crushing someone's hope- Lisa in the other hand is just- Too quiet and nice i think; They just want to chill around blooming flowers before winter comes and they needs to go help Coffin with all the dying people in the cold, So pretty indiferent about life and death. Rosé & Sabrina - Not really having much about these two interacting with Antonio tbh- Rosé is a literal cult leader like shrignold but instead about love its about the fame world and stuff and Sabrina is snarky and acts more like a popular teenager girl who loves picking on people even thought she is already pretty much an really old adult- And Rosé is the type of old gossipy man who wants to see his enemies fall without having to move a finger- Im gonna end here for now because i have more of them to talk about but it's already so long mjnhbgabhsnjd SORRY FOR LONG TEXT I JUST LIKE U AND THIS BLOG VERY MUCH-]

[[ first off, sorry for not responding rp-wise for so long, sometimes longer writing takes more outta me BUT i have the writing power(tm) now!

& from the sound of it, i think he'd generally get along with all of them! but also want to see what makes them tick, but that's just an antonio thing ]]

[brookston]

Holidays 2.6

Holidays

Aldus Day

Alzheimer’s Disease Day (Florida)

Bob Marley Day (Jamaica)

International Day of Zero Tolerance to Female Genital Mutilation (UN)

International Translator Mug Appreciation Day

Lame Duck Day

Massachusetts Statehood Day (#6; 1788)

Monopoly Board Game Day

National Ashley Day

National Laplander’s Day (Sweden)

National Seaweed Day (Japan)

National Tinnitus Day

National Valentine Shopping Reminder Day

National Werewolf Day

Pay-a-Compliment Day

Reclaim Social Day

Reggae Day

Ronald Reagan Day (California)

Saamelaisten Kansallispäivä (Finland, Norway)

Sami National Day (Finland, Norway, Sweden)

Unity Day (Burundi)

Waitangi Day (New Zealand, Niue)

World Concertina Day

World Muaythai Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

International Day of the Bartender

International Frozen Yogurt Day

Maple Syrup Day (Canada)

National Chopsticks Day

1st Monday in February

Constitution Day (Mexico) [1st Monday]

Independence Day observed (Grenada; from UK, 1974) [Monday closest to 2.7]

Just Say No To PowerPoint Week begins [1st Monday]

Love a Mensch Week begins [1st Monday]

National Sickie Day (UK) [1st Monday]

Independence Days

Zenia (Declared; 2020) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Amand (Christian; Saint) [bar staff, bartenders]

Aphrodisia (The Feast of Aphrodite; Ancient Greece)

Barsanuphius of Palestine (Christian; Saint)

Bob Marley Day (Rastafari; Saint)

Dorothea of Caesarea (Christian; Saint) [brewers]

Feast of the 26 Martyrs (Japan)

Gamelia (Celebration of Marriage of Zeus & Hera; Ancient Greece)

Hadaka Matsuri (Naked Festival; Japan)

Hildegund, O.Praem (Christian; Saint)

Jacut (Christian; Saint)

Mateo Correa Magallanes (one of Saints of the Cristero War)

Mél of Ardagh (Christian; Saint)

Oto Matsuri (Fire Festival; Japan)

Paul Miki and Twenty-six Martyrs of Japan (Christian; Martyrs)

Peter Baptist (Christian; Saint)

Relindis (Renule) of Mosaic (Christian; Saint)

Self Stimulation Day (a.k.a. Self-Love Day; Pastafarian)

SKF Robot Smokestack (Muppetism)

Tlaloc Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint) 

Vedastus (Christian; Saint)

Zacchaeus Sunday (Orthodox Christian)

Zeuxis (Positivist; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Perilous Day (13th Century England) [8 of 32]

Prime Number Day: 37 [12 of 72]

Premieres

American Dad (Animated TV Series; 2005)

Barenaked Ladies Are Men, by Barenaked Ladies (Album; 2007)

The Big Wash (Disney Cartoon; 1928)

Black Widow (Film; 1987)

Blues Brothers 2000 (Film; 1998)

Bosch (TV Series; 2014)

Coraline (Animated Film; 2009)

Deep Night, by Rudy Valley (Song; 1929)

Get Rich or Die Tryin’, by 50 Cent (Album; 2003)

Infinity On High, by Fall Out Boy (Album; 2007)

Jupiter Ascending (Film; 2015)

The Kid (Silent Film; 1921)

Light of Day (Film; 1987)

Magician Mickey (Disney Cartoon; 1937)

Miracle (Sports Film; 2004)

Mozart in the Jungle (TV Series; 2014)

The Mission (Film; 1987)

Of Mice and Men (Novel; 1937)

The Ol’ Swimming Hole (Disney Cartoon; 1928)

Push (Film; 2009)

The Replacement Killers (Film; 1998)

Saludos Amigos (Animated Disney Film; 1943)

Spike, by Elvis Costello (Album; 1989)

Temple Grandin (Film; 2010)

Today’s Name Days

Doris, Dorothea, Paul (Austria)

Svetla, Svetlana, Svetlomir (Bulgaria)

Dorica, Doroteja, Pavao (Croatia)

Vanda (Czech Republic)

Dorothea (Denmark)

Doora, Doris, Dorotea, Tea, Thea (Estonia)

Tea, Teija, Terhi, Terhikki, Tiia (Finland)

Dorothée, Gaston (France)

Doris, Dorothea, Paul (Germany)

Fotis, Photis (Greece)

Dóra, Dorottya (Hungary)

Amando, Dorotea, Paolo (Italy)

Dace, Dārta, Dora, Dore (Latvia)

Alkis, Darata, Titas, Živilė (Lithuania)

Dorte, Dortea (Norway)

Angel, Angelus, Antoni, Bogdana, Bohdan, Bohdana, Dorota, Ksenia, Szymon, Tytus (Poland)

Fotie, Ioan, Varsanufie, Vucol (Romania)

Ksenia (Russia)

Dorota (Slovakia)

Dorotea, Pablo (Spain)

Doris, Dorotea (Sweden)

Teofil, Teofila (Ukraine)

Amanda, Dolly, Dora, Doreen, Dorothea, Dorothy, Dorthy, Dottie, Manda, Mandi, Mandy, Ron, Rona, Ronald, Ronalda, Ronaldo, Ronnie, Titus (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 37 of 2023; 328 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 1 of week 6 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Luis (Rowan) [Day 16 of 28]

Chinese: Month 1 (Jia-Yin), Day 16 (Yi-Wei)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 15 Shevat 5783

Islamic: 15 Rajab II 1444

J Cal: 7 Xin; Sevenday [7 of 30]

Julian: 24 January 2023

Moon: 99%: Waning Gibbous

Positivist: 9 Homer (2nd Month) [Zeuxis)

Runic Half Month: Elhaz (Elk) [Day 13 of 15]

Season: Winter (Day 48 of 90)

Zodiac: Aquarius (Day 17 of 30)

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 2.6

Holidays

Aldus Day

Alzheimer’s Disease Day (Florida)

Bob Marley Day (Jamaica)

International Day of Zero Tolerance to Female Genital Mutilation (UN)

International Translator Mug Appreciation Day

Lame Duck Day

Massachusetts Statehood Day (#6; 1788)

Monopoly Board Game Day

National Ashley Day

National Laplander’s Day (Sweden)

National Seaweed Day (Japan)

National Tinnitus Day

National Valentine Shopping Reminder Day

National Werewolf Day

Pay-a-Compliment Day

Reclaim Social Day

Reggae Day

Ronald Reagan Day (California)

Saamelaisten Kansallispäivä (Finland, Norway)

Sami National Day (Finland, Norway, Sweden)

Unity Day (Burundi)

Waitangi Day (New Zealand, Niue)

World Concertina Day

World Muaythai Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

International Day of the Bartender

International Frozen Yogurt Day

Maple Syrup Day (Canada)

National Chopsticks Day

1st Monday in February

Constitution Day (Mexico) [1st Monday]

Independence Day observed (Grenada; from UK, 1974) [Monday closest to 2.7]

Just Say No To PowerPoint Week begins [1st Monday]

Love a Mensch Week begins [1st Monday]

National Sickie Day (UK) [1st Monday]

Independence Days

Zenia (Declared; 2020) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Amand (Christian; Saint) [bar staff, bartenders]

Aphrodisia (The Feast of Aphrodite; Ancient Greece)

Barsanuphius of Palestine (Christian; Saint)

Bob Marley Day (Rastafari; Saint)

Dorothea of Caesarea (Christian; Saint) [brewers]

Feast of the 26 Martyrs (Japan)

Gamelia (Celebration of Marriage of Zeus & Hera; Ancient Greece)

Hadaka Matsuri (Naked Festival; Japan)

Hildegund, O.Praem (Christian; Saint)

Jacut (Christian; Saint)

Mateo Correa Magallanes (one of Saints of the Cristero War)

Mél of Ardagh (Christian; Saint)

Oto Matsuri (Fire Festival; Japan)

Paul Miki and Twenty-six Martyrs of Japan (Christian; Martyrs)

Peter Baptist (Christian; Saint)

Relindis (Renule) of Mosaic (Christian; Saint)

Self Stimulation Day (a.k.a. Self-Love Day; Pastafarian)

SKF Robot Smokestack (Muppetism)

Tlaloc Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint) 

Vedastus (Christian; Saint)

Zacchaeus Sunday (Orthodox Christian)

Zeuxis (Positivist; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Perilous Day (13th Century England) [8 of 32]

Prime Number Day: 37 [12 of 72]

Premieres

American Dad (Animated TV Series; 2005)

Barenaked Ladies Are Men, by Barenaked Ladies (Album; 2007)

The Big Wash (Disney Cartoon; 1928)

Black Widow (Film; 1987)

Blues Brothers 2000 (Film; 1998)

Bosch (TV Series; 2014)

Coraline (Animated Film; 2009)

Deep Night, by Rudy Valley (Song; 1929)

Get Rich or Die Tryin’, by 50 Cent (Album; 2003)

Infinity On High, by Fall Out Boy (Album; 2007)

Jupiter Ascending (Film; 2015)

The Kid (Silent Film; 1921)

Light of Day (Film; 1987)

Magician Mickey (Disney Cartoon; 1937)

Miracle (Sports Film; 2004)

Mozart in the Jungle (TV Series; 2014)

The Mission (Film; 1987)

Of Mice and Men (Novel; 1937)

The Ol’ Swimming Hole (Disney Cartoon; 1928)

Push (Film; 2009)

The Replacement Killers (Film; 1998)

Saludos Amigos (Animated Disney Film; 1943)

Spike, by Elvis Costello (Album; 1989)

Temple Grandin (Film; 2010)

Today’s Name Days

Doris, Dorothea, Paul (Austria)

Svetla, Svetlana, Svetlomir (Bulgaria)

Dorica, Doroteja, Pavao (Croatia)

Vanda (Czech Republic)

Dorothea (Denmark)

Doora, Doris, Dorotea, Tea, Thea (Estonia)

Tea, Teija, Terhi, Terhikki, Tiia (Finland)

Dorothée, Gaston (France)

Doris, Dorothea, Paul (Germany)

Fotis, Photis (Greece)

Dóra, Dorottya (Hungary)

Amando, Dorotea, Paolo (Italy)

Dace, Dārta, Dora, Dore (Latvia)

Alkis, Darata, Titas, Živilė (Lithuania)

Dorte, Dortea (Norway)

Angel, Angelus, Antoni, Bogdana, Bohdan, Bohdana, Dorota, Ksenia, Szymon, Tytus (Poland)

Fotie, Ioan, Varsanufie, Vucol (Romania)

Ksenia (Russia)

Dorota (Slovakia)

Dorotea, Pablo (Spain)

Doris, Dorotea (Sweden)

Teofil, Teofila (Ukraine)

Amanda, Dolly, Dora, Doreen, Dorothea, Dorothy, Dorthy, Dottie, Manda, Mandi, Mandy, Ron, Rona, Ronald, Ronalda, Ronaldo, Ronnie, Titus (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 37 of 2023; 328 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 1 of week 6 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Luis (Rowan) [Day 16 of 28]

Chinese: Month 1 (Jia-Yin), Day 16 (Yi-Wei)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 15 Shevat 5783

Islamic: 15 Rajab II 1444

J Cal: 7 Xin; Sevenday [7 of 30]

Julian: 24 January 2023

Moon: 99%: Waning Gibbous

Positivist: 9 Homer (2nd Month) [Zeuxis)

Runic Half Month: Elhaz (Elk) [Day 13 of 15]

Season: Winter (Day 48 of 90)

Zodiac: Aquarius (Day 17 of 30)

[moved-strabius-strawberry]

i have a lot of awful ideas that involve mettaton becoming robo-sick.