#roxie seemed fairly normal

[nintendont2502]

thinking about heirstuck again and im making it everyones problem (more thoughts + image transcripts under the cut:)

[Image ID: a series of discord messages from discord user 'new nintendont ds(i). the messages read:

okay actually im gonna rant abt it in here for a while youve been arned *warned okay so its like. u got two kingdoms yeah. derse and prospit we all know this this is like the most basic generic homestuck fantasy au you can get each kingdom has the same succession structure where there are two thrones - the king and the queen. the rulers of the kingdom are chosen from the royal family, who for the most part just live as normal people in the kingdom (they dont even have the royal names), although most of them do know that they have royal blood (it means basically nothing, though) the only way for someone to ascend to the throne is to display magic, which usually happens in their teenage years - legends dictate that only the royal family is blessed with the capability for magic and only those deemed worthy of the crown will ever 'earn' that magic and display it, at which time theyre taken off to the castle to become heirs both kingdoms do the same thing where they have the two thrones - one male, and one female. this means the king and queen arent married (since theyre. yk. related), and anyone they do marry won't have a royal title. theyre just kinda there yk each throne also has its own traditional last name that the ruler and heir to the throne take - in derse, all kings or male heirs are striders, and all queens or female heirs are lalondes, while in prospit all males are egberts all females are harleys derses a little different when it comes to heirs - traditionally, once theyre found, theyre hidden away from te public all together until its time for them to take the throne. thats mostly bc derse has an unfortunate habit of uh. killing their heirs! theyve mostly calmed down now (mostly) but old traditions die hard yk derses honestly the most chill rn compared to prospit so im gonna start with them bc prospit just has. so fucking much going on

so you got the king and queen - dirk strider and roxy lalonde, prince of heart and rogue of void (classpects function differently here in that theyre only loosely tied to the royals powers, and are instead more a ceremonial title (and in derses case an old holdover from when they had to keep the heirs identities secret) and can represent how the people feel about their rulers, or can even contain veiled hints about their futures thanks to some seer bullshit im still workshopping it) - dirk is prince of heart because hes. yk. the prince of their hearts. the old king seemed very attatched to him even if they never met and that kinda rubbed off on the people. roxys title is more mysterious and no ones really sure what it means (including her), but its probably finee right the old king and queen were actually their respective parents! which is cool until you realise they both presented their powers fairly young and so had to be completely hidden away from them (even before that, their contact with their parents was limited bc of the whole secrecy safety of themand the throne thing yk). so that sucks. l bozo the old royals actually both died on the same exact day as the prospitian royals which only made tensions worse (oh yeah theyre at war. did i mention that. theyre at war the entire time) and then you got the heirs! rose lalonde, heir to the dersite throne - she manifested her powers through a vision that predicted an attack on the kingdom, whcih is also how she earned her title. shes heir apparent to the dersite throne and then theres dave. dave… doesnt actually have any powers? despite constant brutal training from his father (who was lowkey upset he never got called up to the throne), he's never manifested any magical abilites, and really shouldnt be here at all. he only went with rose to the castle because hes basically her unofficial guard (and also he just wanted to get away from his dad), and rose 'conveniently' happened to have another vision while at the castle of dave totally manfiesting powers eventually. did dirk and roxy believe that? probably not! but fuck if they were just going to turn the kids away yk - especially after rose vaguely implied that if dave left she was going with him. dave is the heir presumptive to the dersite throne, and the knight of time, referencing both his status as rose's guard and a (maybe slightly cruel) reference to how theyre waiting for his supposed powers to manifest and then prospit. sure is a place theyre a fucking mess dude

okay so old king and queen. you got king egbert who was… nice but kinda just there yk. no one really cared too much either way about him and then queen crocker! she was adopted when she was a baby, and so never knew that she was part of the royal bloodline - when she manifested her powers and took the throne, she refused to give up her last name, claiming it was an important part of her. this was… divisive, but she was a pretty good queen! people really liked her eventually, and her work in attempting to defuse the war was admirable. when she and king egbert died (on the same day and time as those filthy dersite royals, in a meeting she helmed to call for a ceasefire), the kigndom damn near rioted and marched on prospit themselves. the heirs to the throne really liked her too! shed spend hours telling them stories and having private training meetings with jane to fully prepare her for taking the throne - almost as if shed known what would happen speaking of jane and jake - wow theyre fucking messes! jane did the same thing as the former queen, and took the name Jane Crocker, instead of the traditional Jane Harley, to honour her. this was just as divisive, but with the kigndoms on the brink of allout war, the people didnt really have much time to focus on that. and if jane seemed to act… differently once she took the throne, well - that was probably just the stresses of ruling, right? especially at such an intense time. shes probably fine :) yk who isnt fine? jake! because of course he fucking isnt when he took the throne and became king jake egbert, page of hope, he was seen as the. well. hope that the kingdom needed at such a dark time - surely he would be the one to lead the kingdom away from war and into the light, right? …right? haha nope. instead one day he just completely disappeared, and rumour has it hes leading a cult on the outskirts between the two kingdoms, recruiting people from both - although if you ask the prospitian royals, theyd completely deny that (and if you ask jake, hed also deny that, and then ask if you want to join his totally-not-a-cult) great job guys and then the heirs are just. theyre going through it man jade harley, witch of space, heir apparent to the prospitian throne is. shes fine. shes so so so fine, and shes not at all worried about jane and jake and john, and not at all terrified that the kingdom is veering ever closer to war and she cant do anything ot stop it. shes great! shes fantastic and then john is. he sure is! heir of breath, heir ascending to the prospititian throne - any day now, he'll have to ascend and become John Egbert, king of prospit and he just. he really doesnt want to do that. hell, half the time he isnt even in the castle itself - he has no goddamn clue why, but something about it just feels wrong (spoiler alert - its gender. that girl is trans as hell). anyway hey remember the og queen crocker. man she was cool. crazy how her heirs kinda respectively lost it after she died (along with every other ruling noble in both kingdoms at t he exact same time). man that sucks. too bad shes not around! …yeah shes the condesce disguise time baybeeee

her whole thing was trying to drive the human kingdoms to war with each other so alternia could take them both out and trigger the reckoning, which is absolutely a great decision for everyone involved probably. she spent years manipulating the poeple of both kigndoms to think she was totally helping while secretly actually driving them closer and closer to war, and priming her heirs to both kinda go crazy and be shit rulers (jake was fed story after story of some great god for his hope to cling to, which made himc ompletely abandon ship to try and resurrect it, and jane was just raised to think exactly like condy and hten given an enchanted crown just in case. sucks to suck). killing the other nobles and faking her own death was basically the fuse that set everything off and everything continues to get worse! so whats jake doing with his silly little cult that absolutely wont have serious repercussions later on? trying to raise a dead god, of course! he spent years hearing stories about this powerful 'Lord English', who could only be summoned by a powerful figure of light oly known as 'Doc Scratch' - once LE was summoned, he would cleanse the world of darkness with his pure and cleansing light which totally isnt ominous at all nooo jake took on the name Jake English in honour of his god, and his followers keep calling him Doc Scratch or just Scratch, which he at first told them to stop doing bc smth smth sacriliege but eventually he kinda got into it - maybe he could be the Scratch that brings light to the kingdoms! he was meant to be the hope that saves them, after all - maybe he could end the war!! pro tip: never tell a hope guy about an all powerful god he will hyperfixate on it and lose his mind a lil so derses missing a heir, prospits missing a king and their queen is making… questionable decisions, and theyre both on the brink of war and being lead by a bunch of teenagers (oh yeah the royals are like. 19. and the heirs are 16) surely things cant get worse!!!! and then dirkjake happens

tfw some mysterious charismatic (hot as hell) guy that kinda sorta looks like the missing king but youre too distracted by his everything else shows up, tells you about all these issues youre facing that he really shouldnt know about, and then tells you he has the solution (and also hes hot and youre gay and aaa-) it takes a while, but eventually dirk (desperate to live up to his father and fix everything, and also gay as hell and talking to a cute guy), agrees to help the cult worshippers - and he has the highest honour! he gets to become the human host for their all powerful lord until they can fully channel him onto this plane of existence! isnt that incredible!!! so now derses also missing a king and theres a rogue god in a royals body running around that absoultely doesnt have the best intentions lets be real 'dirk' resurfaces for long enough to try and kill roxy (since the royals are the only one who can stop LE smth smth prophecy bullshit) so she fortifies the castle, tells the heirs to stay the fuck there and not leave, and then completely dips (rogue of void baybee shes going rogue to try and fix everything), and janes acting more and more off, and now four 16 year olds are effectively in charge of two kingdoms at the brink of war man that sucks"

discord user new nintendont ds(i) replies to a message from discord user The DPetter that says 'you love creating chaos' with 'i do !', before continuing their unhinged rant:

"anyway while all this is going on alternia is like. surpirsingly chill? probably because condys gone lets be real

like yeah they still have the caste structure, but its not as rigidly enforced right. the empress is gone, but since she isnt officially declared dead her heir (feferi) cant ascend to the throne, and so alternia is just kinda left drifting leaderless for. a while. eventually the enforced intercaste violence and culling and hatred slowly fades away - sure its still there, but its far less intense yk this is where karkat grows up, and weirdly kinda. hes not thriving yk but he doesnt have to wake up thinking hes gonna die. when his mutation eventually gets revealed, he gets a lot of shit for it, and some people treat him like shit (he gets ignored at stores or midlly attacked fairly freeuqently), but theyre past the point of just. killing on sight. yeah sure hes a freak with weird blood but thats not their business yk. theyre not just gonna kill him on the street for it. this is all tolerable and surviveable and fine - until condy randomly comes back one day! and suddenly everythings in full force - the caste structure is just as violently enforced as it once was, if not more so as the kingdom prepares for war, and now everyone knows about karkat being a mutant. so he just. leaves. hauls ass out of there before they can catch him, and heads to derse - either of the human kingdoms were probably his best bet, and condy knows the least about and has the least control over derse so. off he goes. he runs into dave and they have some davekat bullshit (alternias magical structure is different in that everyone has abilites because theyre trained to harness whatever latent magic they have - everyone except karkat, who doesnt have shit! he blames his mutation. everyone else blames his mutation. either of htose on their own would be a death sentence but with both hes fucked).

so yeah you got yaoi with the two powerless freaks bonding and also dave trying to hide a civilian from an enemy kingdom in the castle while its locked down, you got fucked up yaoi with dirkjake (tfw your boyfriend is also hosting your god youve been worshipping for years). you got yaoi eventually with rosemary because im love htem. you got trans june harley my fucking beloved. you got jane eventually getting over her brainwashing and kicking condys ass. you got three kingdoms about to kill each other and the complete wildcard of a rogue god also trying to kill everyone. no ones having a good time rn oh yeah also alternias big on the child soldier thing every troll is raised to be a potential soldier which is why they all have training for powers and titles that determine their role in society vs the human kingdoms which only allow the few selected royals to have magic (i think most humans could have magic if they were trained for it from birth oevr generations just like the trolls were (although culling non magical trolls definitely helps)) and then the themes etc etc hang on im gonna steal these from the doc 'not being able to live up to your percieved role/what you 'should' be - dirk looks up to the former king and tries his best to emulate him, dave is meant to be (and wants to be) heir to the derse throne but just cant do it, john is becoming (and really doesnt want to be) the king of prospit, karkat not manifesting powers like hes supposed to, jane not following the prospitian naming tradition like shes supposed to - hell even the kingdoms themselves cant live up to waht theyre supposed to be god idk theres something there. i just. a world where everyone is literally assigned a title describing what theyre supposed to be, and a theme of rejecting identities/assumptions imposed on you or failing to live up to those identites,,,, im too tired for this shit but its gonna haunt me for a while i think' thanks past me theres a big thing with the false dichotomy between the kingdoms too -theyre each more like w hat the other tries to pretned they are yk derse is all secrecy and backstabbing and logic but they allow a false heir simply because they dont want to seperate family and they all stay together even though they really shouldnt. prospit is warmth and openness and kindness but the royals barely talk to each other, and theyre all so blinded and divided by their own shit (and/or leaving to start cults) that most of them have no clue what the others hve going on anyway i think thats everything jesus christ its been 50 minutes"

the screenshots under the cut are from the same user in a different sever, now with the username 'technicalGraphicist [TG]', who says:

"i have a lot of thoughts abt the alternians actually!! theyre almost the complete opposites of the human kingdoms when it comes to classpects - im still trying to figure out how exactly they work, but while for the human royals your title is changed/created to suit who you are, for alternians your title is what you are - its given to you when you reach a certain age, and it dictates your role in society (obviously theres some grey areas there when it comes to how your caste interacts with your role - a bronzeblood is never going to be heir yk. its probably just a coincidence that the more important roles always go to the highbloods haha yeah definitely) im still trying to figure out how exactly alternian society is structured/how some of the roles work but very roughly its like: feferi - witch of life. official heir to the alternian throne, even if her title doesnt reflect that (fuschia overrules title - maybe theyre some controversy with her not having the correct title? hm. condy isnt a heir either shes a thief,, does she steal the throne? does anyone even remember the old queen? does this even matter?) eridan - prince. second in command (or would be, if feferi was queen, or kinda is since she kinda is?). imagining theres a. idk how to describe this without comparing it to aus' political structure - you got the queen (condy/feferi) and then the prime minister (eridan) that actually runs the place? smth smth that roles there for when the queen is off doing military shit or whatever equius - heir. second in command to the second in command. if eridan died hed be the prince. not sure which would be worse gamzee - bard. hes just. hes the court jester. he probably has some other role in how he ties into court functioning but im too tired to think about it rn yk vriska - thief. assigned criminal at birth /j intersting to think abt roles like this being government assigned and enforced, though - if the alternian military system was in full swing, i think shed probably be a spy for alternia (thief of light - stealing knowledge yk. not entirely sure how aspects tie into the titles but they definitely do) terezi - seer. seers are probably the most diverse when it comes to how their aspect impacts their class - like seers of heart are definitely the ppl to give classpect titles out yk. terezi again would probably be a spy role? or interrogating prisoners for information or smth yk. non militarised alternia terezis just chilling fucking around with vriska rn

kanaya - sylph. i dont. i dont actually know what a sylph is. google says its an imaginary spirit of the air whcih really doesnt help. smth smth the information division? similar to vrisrezi rk (actually kind works for a general structure - highbloods are court/command, midbloods are information and lowbloods are soldiers/physical work. hm) nepeta - rogue. same as vriska! definitely a lower tier though,, she probably just steals stuff instead of infiltrates for information. catburglar,,,,, karkat - knight. fancy title for soldier. kinda mirrors canon karkats thing with being obsessed with being a good soldier for the empress. lmao thats not gonna save you bud youre doubleculled (mutant and no powers). sollux - mage. rare exception to the 'lowbloods are gruntwork' rule. either in the nerdy information gathering section or its similar to canon where powerful psiionics are living batteries/weapons ( i dont think theyd have the tech to battery them so hes probably like. magic battery? hmmm. torn on this guy actually (fits the duality hteme. god i hate him)). potentially leaves after akrkat does when he realises that hes just gonna get batteried after alternia goes all military again tavros - page. serves knight. lesser soldier? would work under any knights (implies karkat actually had a decent role in the military which is interesting) aradia - maid. works in the castle. arafef friendship is real and true and amazing and equius continues to be weird to her."

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[starfallen-selfshipper]

🎶i'm a creep i'm a weirdo🎶

here's an introductory post (also i apologize in advance to anyone interact with who is uncomfortable sharing any F/Os or if i fit in your DNI i check people's bio/pinned/card i just didn't see it)

i'm orion i am proship and this is a selfship blog i made because i think there are to many antis in the tmnt fandom (i am obsessed with raph. i've been in this fandom since i was 12 someone help/j)

edit third round:

i am a very forgotful person so expect me to edit this post a lot as i remember things and my whims

i don't really have a dni because the people i would put in one wouldn't respect it anyway. well aside from minors i don't want minors interacting with me

nsfw post will be under the nsft tag as well as a community label (you will be warned of kinks on top of the read more)

on a similar note look out for these tags:

cw: age gap

yandere

cw: grooming

cw: pokephilia

cw: noncon

cw: drugs

cw: drugging

i don't know how active i will be i have pretty bad chronic fatigue so i might fall off of the face of the earth sometimes

while this blog will most likely be mostly about tmnt i might post other fandoms too

while i have a gaint obsession with raph i also like donnie too so expect to see him as well

I am fairly political so a warning for that as well because i do not fuck around with people's lives (i wish caring about genocides wasn't political fuck the government)

one more thing i should mention is i am a therian/otherkin so you might see post about it from time to time

edit part two electric boogaloo:

list of my kins/theriotypes

animal:

spider (black widow, regal jumper and diving bell),

firefly,

moth (luna moth, and deaths head hawk moth),

celestial:

bee (honey bee, bumble bee, and vulter bee),

cat (just a normal old black cat),

star,

moon,

comet,

black-hole,

object:

ball jointed doll

edit:

i've seen some other self shippers do this so...

here's an ever expanding F/O list and the emojis i will be using for them from now on: (note: i don't mind doubles and all F/Os are romantic unless it is stated otherwise) edit: yandere F/Os will have this 🔪 emoji at the beginning of there names

2012 tmnt:

🔪raph 😡🐢

donnie 🟣🐢

rottmnt:

raph 🧸❤️ (again lol)

🔪donnie 🕺💜 (i have an odd attachment to these two turtles it seems)

Pokemon:

🔪piers 🤍🖤 (sword/sheild)

allister 🎭👻 (sword/shield)

🔪guzma 🪲🐛 (sun/moon)

🔪nanu 🐈‍⬛️🚨 (sun/moon)

🔪larry 💼🐦 (scarlet/violet)

midnight lycanroc name: eclipse⚧️ (shiny) 🐺✨️

goodra⚧️ name: gumdrop 🐌☂️

lowkey toxtricity⚧️ name: roxy⚡️🎸

garchomp♂️ name: treasure🐉💎

umbreon⚧️ name: silver (shiny) ✨️🌙

Gardevoir♂️ name:wisp 🌌🩰

Feraligatr♀️ name: pearl 🐊💧

ceruledge♀️ name: sapphire ⚔️🔷️

minecraft:

🔪piglin brute♂️ name: bruce 🐷🪓

🔪enderman♀️ name: tulip 🔮⚫️

hazbin hotel:

valentino 🚬❣️

helluva boss:

mammon 💵💰

asmodeus 🐓💙

fnaf:

🔪sun 🌞🎭

🔪moon 🌜🎭

eclipse 🌑🃏

glamrock freddy 🎤🐻

fallout:

hancock 🍃🚬 (fallout 4)

nick ❤️🤖 (fallout 4)

bnha/mha:

fatgum 🟠🍜

legends of zelda:

sidon ❤️🦈 (breath of the wild)

rune factory:

murakumo 🐺💜 (rune factory 5)

ludmila 💗🌹 (rune factory 5)

ryker 🌑⚔️ (rune factory 5)

S/I ages and emoji list: (note none of my S/Is are or ever will be my actual age i wish to remain as ambiguous as possible)

mars 22 🪐🕸 (2012tmnt)

mars 22 🦋🌙 (rottmnt also there's no moth emoji rip)

nova 13 🌠☠️ (pokemon)

atlas 24 🐝🏡(minecraft)

aster ☄️🥁 (fnaf security breach)

lunar 22 🌘😈 (helluva boss)

celeste 🔥🖤 (hazbin hotel)

cosmo 24 🦈🩺 (fallout 4)

stellan 18 🌑✨️ (bnha/mha)

i don't have S/Is for rune factory or legends of zelda at this point

[hskinhome]

hey, i’m karl crocker. i’m looking for really anyone from my timeline. my memories are currently as follows:

alex and i were best friends. i had a crush on him, but didn’t say anything about it.

i was REALLY obsessed with being “normal”. like, i needed the white picket fences and to seem like your average joe, even though i really wasn’t. once we met, i envied jake for actually getting to be just some guy.

the trolls actually had access to both the beta and alpha kids, but it was split on who had access to who. callie, jaynes, deeruk, dayveh, johnny, and roseta had access to the alpha session, and tavros, gamzee, kanaya, equius, aradia, and feferi had access to the beta session.

i became close to johnny, because i thought he was a human, a human who survived somehow. of course when we met in the new session, i freaked out on him. it was enough to make him think i was pitch flirting with him, and i think kanaya had to step in to keep me from actually attacking him.

the batterwitch, roseta’s ancestor, still existed, but i’m fairly certain she was a condesce-swapped mindfang? when i found out, it made me freak out even more. alex chose the worst time to tell me, when i was already freaking out about johnny being an alien.

gamzee ended up raising eridanus and nepetala. eridanus had a grudge against him for a while, but ended up understanding that gamzee didn’t really have much of a choice but to leave them, for timeline reasons.

my swaps were these

jake egbert

teri (terezi) lalonde (rose-ways)

cali (caliborn) strider (dave-ways)

vris (vriska) harley

karl (karkat) crocker

alex (sollux) lalonde (roxy-ways)

roxy strider (dirk-ways)

jade english

callie (calliope) megido

jaynes (jane) nitram

tavros captor

gamzee vantas

kanaya leijon

equius maryam

deeruk (dirk) pyrope

aradia serket

dayveh (dave) zahhak

johnny (john) makara

feferi ampora

roseta (rose) peixes

eridanus (caliborn-ways)

nepetala (calliope-ways)

if this sounds familiar or for more information, please contact me! 

[shrimplymoray]

I've been itching to talk about my humanstuck au for a while, but no one i know is really that into homestuck to remotely be interested. But now that my 2 homestuck posts seemed to go fairly well (to the number of people i have following me n all that jazz, i think i can info dump a bit lmao

So without further ado, let me present you all with

My Humanstuck AU, made by a nerd, shipper and simp

First and foremost, all canonical trolls we know of (excluding the 2 canon fantrolls) are in this AU. Yes this includes hiveswap, but it excludes the epilogues and Homestuck^2 since those are "beyond canon"

This is also true for the humans. All canonical humans are here, including Joey and Jude. And in this AU we don't have John, I am a June Egbert supporter and appreciator.

Hiveswap characters are not the focus in here, so they are more so background characters that we see on occasion on the city.

Talking bout it, everyone lives in a big city which i'm in between calling Alternia or naming it Lemopolis as an homage to the city i grew up, but making it american like.

All the originally troll characters bloods are coherent to a social class, and that is a topic that is discussed and treated with respect. Other important and somewhat heavy themes are also acknowledged and talked between characters, such as abusive relationships, toxic friendships, addiction, violence, racism, mysoginy, lgbtphobia, ableism, mental health and others more. Have in mind most of these topics I have dealt or seen close people deal with, so this comes from research, talking with people who had those issues or my own experiences.

I, right in the beginning, made some decisions on the families, mostly of the humans and the Vantas, Maryams and Leijons. So let's enter this topic for a bit.

While I know the genealogic families of the humans in homestuck are messed up due to ectobiology and the multiple universes and timelines, I didn't want to make them confusing, so i separated them in the normal families we see EXCEPT for the stridelondes, as i made them one big family. The families we have are The Crocker-Egbert family, which everyone has this as their surname, and it consists of Poppop Crocker, Nanna Egbert, Dad Crocker-Egbert and his two children, Jane and June Crocker-Egbert.

The Harley-English family, which consists of Grandma English, Grandpa Harley, their two children (a man and a woman), and these childrens child, from which the woman had Jade Harley and the man had Jake English, which makes Jade and Jake cousins.

The Strider-Lalonde family is a big one, so bear with me. We have Derek Strider (on Homestuck, dave's bro) who has a on and off relationship with Roxanne Lalonde (Rose's mom on canon). These two had 5 children, Dirk and Hal (twins), Roxy, Rose and Dave. Derek also had other two children, Crowley (davesprite) and Veppie (davepeta), while Roxanne had another daughtar name Jasperie (Jasprose). AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF Roxanne has a sister named Rosalyn and Derek has a brother named David.

Finally the last of the complicated relationships on families are from the Vantas, the Leijons and the Maryams. On canon, Dolorosa is the mother figure and the guardian for Signless, but in this au that is not the case, they are just besties and she is the mom friend. But i still kept the Disciple and Signless relationship.

Mr Vantas had with his ex wife (who is dead), Karkat and Kankri. While the Mrs. Leijon had two daughters with a boyfriend she had, who left her when she was pregnant of Nepeta and Meulin was 6. When Nepeta and Karkat were 18, their parents ended up marrying each other, and at this point Nepeta didn't have a crush on Karkat, she was more obsessed with matchmaking him with people. It was weird on the first couple of months, but soon everyone was cool with living together, and though Karkat and Kankri still have just their dad's last name, and the Leijons have only her mother's last name, they agree on being Vantas-Leijon.

And imma leave at this for now, this is the first of some info dumps imma do. Hope whoever read all of this finds it fun, it sure was fun to write.

[muse-hodgepodge]

Moon is grateful for the help that the three provide, silently amazed by the powers that Leni is using. It doesn't fully repair the damage due to the complexity of his wiring and circuits but it's enough to keep him from losing oil or hydraulic fluids. He gives an audible sigh of relief as his body untenses once the pain receptors are turned off. "Thank you all, starlights. I'm sorry we were caught off guard." Normally he was the sneaky animatronic but damn if Roxy wasn't quiet when she wanted to be. "We should go catch up with Slane. Looks like he left us a trail too." He stands up only a little shakily before steadying and heading off towards where the dragon knight ran off too.

The shadowed figure doesn't reply and just keeps running. Once it did its vanishing trick there is almost no sign of where it vanished to. Almost. On the floor lies a couple of screws that are under a vent grate. Seems that whatever it was had vanished into the vents which are fairly small so only a thin person or child could fit.

It isn't long after that Moon arrives with Slane's siblings, "there you are Slane." There's relief in his voice that they found the knight. Sure, he trusted the other to be very capable of handling himself but his programming still recognized them as children in his care and he couldn't ignore all of it. "I take it whoever it was got away then?"

Rezna and Pendro help Moon's body staying up right. Leni meanwhile uses his Geomancy mixed with Aerothurgy to help repair a bit of damage. It's not much, as he's still a beginner, but his raw power and practice helps him to heal up the body of the animatronic. With that, he decides to turn off the pain simulators, following the instructions dutifully.

Meanwhile Slane is actually keeping up pretty well. "You're not doing a good job as is!" He calls back as he follows them through the maze. His training has helped teach him how to stop on a dime around sharp turns and keep his momentum going. But when they seem to vanish behind a wall, he growls. He begins looking around it, knocking around for a secret switch, or even to see if it was really there or not.

[cocksuckingcarcinogen]

Wet Dream:

It was so warm, so wet. The room was hazy as Roxy bounced on his cock and sucked on his tongue, wisps of red drool spiralling through her like galaxies. Her pussy squeezed him, her inner slime stroking and sucking him deeper, milking him for all the bliss he has. She pops her lips away, letting him suck in a breath laced with sweet, slimey spit. As ahe drips down onto him endlessly, she presses down to his base and he gets to warch as he pumps his color into her, shifting her to fully match his crimson shade... And then he's awake, in a mess of his own making.

*Karkat groggily wakes up in a pool of his own crimson cum, his gigantic tentacle dick, slick, throbbing and leaking even more cum, coating his body and surroundings. This is fairly normal for him. The dream he just had, though, wasn't.*

THAT WAS NEW... SHE SEEMED FAMILIAR...

[gsmattingly]

Review "To Live and Die In L.A."

I watched "To Live and Die In L.A." directed by William Friedkin. It stars Willem Dafoe as Eric Masters, a counterfeiter, William Petersen as Richard Chance, a secret service agent, John Pankow, as John Vukovich, also a secret service agent who becomes the second partner in the film to Richard Chance, Darlanne Fluegel, as Ruth Lanier, an informant to Chance who basically abuses his power (as wikipedia puts it, his "sexual-extortion relationship with parolee/informant ") and threatens to turn her into her parole officer in order to gain intimacy and information from her, Debra Feuer as Bianca Torres, girlfriend to Masters who also seems to aid him in his criminal endeavors, Dean Stockwell as Bob Grimes, lawyer for Eric Masters, Michael Greene as Jim Hart, Chance's first Secret Service partner, and numerous others. Debra Feuer also seems to have been one of the stunt coordinators for the film, according to wikipedia. The very brief summary from IMDb, "A fearless Secret Service agent will stop at nothing to bring down the counterfeiter who killed his partner. " Richard Chance is the agent who will stop at nothing. Jim (Jimmy) Hart is the initial partner who gets killed relatively early in the film. There is an amazing car chase on the freeways, streets and alleys of L.A. Chance turns to crime to get money for a deal to buy counterfeit money from Masters in order to arrest him, since Chance's boss won't approve the amount, $30,000. Chance verbally and mentally coerces Vukovich to aid him in the crime.. A lot of the film centers on the relationships between people and also the abuse of power. There is also a certain eroticism in the actions of the main characters, both figuratively and literally. There's quite a bit of action, violence with fists and guns, and a fairly entertainng soundtrack to go along with it all. The music for the film is by Wang Chung.

I thought this film was good but I didn't really enjoy it that much. It seemed that there was a lot of surface action but that it wasn't a particularly deep movie. It was a grimy neo-noir that didn't really involve a lot of character development. Oh, there was some but not enough to be particularly interesting to me. I suppose I was also put off by the up front sexuality and abuse of sex or use of it as power. Willem Dafoe was certainly good at getting me to not like his character.

I thought the cinematography was good and well thought out but I thought the lighting, overall, was a bit bright for its attempts at being noir. Maybe that is just because the setting was LA and, well, L.A. is known for being quite sunny and bright. There were dark scenes in bars and such but I thought at least some of the office and room scenes were a bit bright and didn't really use light and dark, brightness and shadows, to the extent it could have, and, which I think, would have made it better.

Member supporters of the Roxie get to choose a film to be shown at the Roxie once a year and this was the one chosen for this year. I did not immediately RSVP that I was going to get my ticket. My first reason was that it was to be shown on a Saturday night and I didn't really want to go into San Francisco and a theater on Saturday night, due to crowds and normal Saturday night activities in the city. However after watching the film here at home, it did not enamor me to an extent that I would want to go to the theater to see it at any time. As the Roxie release email puts it, "To Live and Die in L.A. is William Friedkin at his pedal-to-the-metal best, from its pumped-up overture opening which depicts the counterfeiter’s art over Wang Chung’s slammin’ synth soundtrack to its still-shocking last act shift of narrative focus." The film's ending certainly had a number of mind-wrenching twists and shifts, and not everything was that predictable in that ending. It just is not my favorite film and it certainly wasn't my choice on voting on a film to be shown. My first choice for the film to be shown was "Stalker"

I think my opinion of the film is far closer to that of Paul Attanasio who reviewed it for the Washington Post in 1985, ""To Live and Die in L.A." will live briefly and die quickly in L.A., where God hath no wrath like a studio executive with bad grosses. Then again, perhaps it's unfair to hold this overheated and recklessly violent movie to the high standard established by "Starsky and Hutch.""

In the classic films list, They Shoot Pictures Don't They, this is number 1360.

[productsreviewings]

Particulars of canceled Netflix reveals ship followers wild, down a rabbit gap so deep it makes folks slightly determined to save lots of their reveals. So, after checking the headlines we considered probably the most black mirror method to deal with this case.What if Chat GPT and the brand new Bing itemizing together with ChatGPT will make up for a few of our favourite packages? These text-driven AI instruments have delivered all types of untamed leads to their preliminary assessments, and when ChatGPT first got here out, we had to make use of Bing's model as a result of ChatGPT wasn't in a position to entry more moderen particulars.We picked three of our favorites — GLOW, Inside Job, and Teenage Bounty Hunters — so we may choose these bots' output for accuracy. Here is what occurred:Bing went wild to convey Job againAfter some technical difficulties (they do not need us to know the reality!) we managed to get Bing to provide a possible new season of the deep-state animated comedy that Netflix cruelly canceled after one season (in two elements). The 2-part construction confused each Bing and ChatGPT, and it didn't acknowledge the second half of the primary season. Bing offers us a quick description of the present after which issues begin to get bizarre. And will get bizarre contained in the work not within the common method. (Picture credit score: Netflix)Bing added “a brand new character named Greta Thunberg (voiced by herself), who seems to be an alien spy despatched by an intergalactic council to observe Earth's environmental circumstances. He befriended Reagan and helped him expose a few of Cognito Inc.'s schemes."It additionally mentions rival teams of conspiracy theorists, name-checking Alex Jones because the chief of the "Truthers" and Tom Cruise and Beyoncé main the Illuminati. It virtually likes to recycle Bing, akin to a parody of Alex Jones in Inside Job Half 2, in addition to an Illuminati that included Beyoncé.ChatGPT itself, when requested to "write season 2 of Inside Job" supplied a imprecise and normal plot however notably described the goofy Brett as "tech-savvy" and the "sensible however unpredictable Doc, and the fashionable and crafty Sam" who Most likely referring to Andre and Gigi respectively.Bing's glow revival could be very predictableGLOW was controversially canceled after simply 3 seasons after being renewed for a fourth season that was closed on account of Covid-related delays. Bing appeared to have a reasonably good deal with on what occurred on the finish of GLOW and gave us some concepts.It advised "a potential storyline for season 4 could possibly be about Debbie's battle to run her personal community as a girl in a male-dominated business, whereas additionally making an attempt to stability her friendship with Ruth and her romance with Tex." Which, sure, we will see that occuring.(Picture credit score: Netflix)Bing additionally advised that "one other potential storyline for season 4 could possibly be about Ruth's journey as an actress in Hollywood, the place she could face rejection, discrimination and harassment. She may additionally miss working with Sam, who's busy making his daughter. Films with Justin." Though pretty imprecise, these appear to be affordable instructions for GLOW. Bing even created storylines for facet characters like Bash and Carmen that once more appeared fairly potential. Issues began to go awry when ChatGPT was requested to "write GLOW Season 4." AI gave me an episode-by-episode breakdown of a wrestling-centric plot and even added "a brand new wrestler named Roxy (performed by Laverne Cox)," however there have been some key inconsistencies. The largest mistake was when it mentioned that Alison Brie's Ruth and Betty Gilpin's Debbie have been a pair, which seems like chatgpt is sourcing an excessive amount of from fanfic boards to do justice to their emphasis on the present. Nearly each episode ends with primarily the identical description: "In the meantime,

Ruth struggles to come back to phrases together with her emotions for Debbie and the path of her profession." Or "Sam finds himself at a crossroads in his profession and should make a troublesome choice."How about getting Glow Season 4 concepts from Bing with ChatGPT. (Picture credit score: Future)If GLOW is to get the revival it deserves, let's persist with human writers.ChatGPT supplied flaws in Teenage Bounty Hunter FundamentalsOne of many scariest cancellations of the Netflix period, Teenage Bounty Hunters ran for simply 10 episodes, ending with a twist that by no means obtained an opportunity to develop. Teenage Bounty Hunters was humorous, candy, and kick-ass unexpectedly, not phrases normally used to explain AI.Bing really confirmed little or no creativeness in his response and as a substitute gave us a abstract of the primary season after which a quote from one Leisure Weekly (opens in new tab) Interview with collection creator Kathleen Jordan concerning the potential path of season two. ChatGPT is nonetheless comfortable to oblige us.ChatGPT even follows some steps from the primary season, believing that Sterling continues to be going out with Luke though they broke up halfway by the primary season. By way of plot, ChatGPT saved issues super-vague and promised us that "because the season progresses, the stakes get greater and better for all of the characters, resulting in a climactic showdown that can take a look at their bonds and alter their lives eternally."As with Glow, some notable errors have been made. It begins with 'Season Two' "Sterling and Blair are nonetheless uncovering that their mom, Debbie, just isn't solely alive, but in addition a prison who's utilizing them to assist them of their unlawful actions" which, as a notable omission, is definitely Debbie's twin Dana who Offender, it's also revealed within the season one finale that Debbie just isn't Sterling's mom. ChatGPT even follows some steps again to the primary season, believing that Sterling continues to be going out with Luke though they broke up halfway by the primary season. Outlook: ChatGPT and Bing aren't changing skilled (or novice) writers anytime quickly.We went into this experiment interested in how bizarre issues would get if we supplied ChatGPT and Bing's model a seat within the writer's room. Clearly, they aren't prepared in any respect.That mentioned, it is fascinating to see that AI really delivers a artistic thought right here and there, even when it simply scrambles and regurgitates concepts to us the remainder of the time. So, Netflix, when you're pondering of bringing these reveals again, do not attempt to minimize corners through the use of AI writers. (Not that you just ... would you?) You reply goals by giving nightmares.Right this moment's Greatest Roku Streaming Stick 4K (2021) Offers (opens in new tab) (opens in new tab) (opens in new tab)

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wait thats a auper interesting point! i didnt even think about the fact that freddy crashes and gets rebooted in sb, good catch! eclipse even says “safety mode active” - and we know freddy was booted up into “safe mode” after he crashed on stage. mostly i see that brought up to say freddy never got the virus, but given that roxy and eclipse become fairly normal after some type of reset? hmmm….

and freddy saw someone, before he crashed. he had a little icon of a person pointing at someone circled - some people think he saw vanny, but some think he saw gregory. which seems farfetched, why would he detect gregory and crash? ..but in ruin, roxy hears cassies voice, and it literally makes her let go and stumble back, she has some sort of error in response to cassies yell. “oh! im sorry. i.. error.”

which actually, looking at that line - if you compare eclipses line when he reboots to roxys there, theyre actually kinda similar.

eclipse, just after the reboot, straightens up as a confetti sound plays and says “happy birthday!” then, his tune changes, and he says “warning! warning! child in danger! safety mode active - little girl, you cant be in here, its dangerous!”

they both take a second to process whatevers happening. eclipse’s whole thing is longer, and definitely a little strange, given that he doesnt seem to be aware the place is closed, but he does seem aware that the daycare is dangerous, in some way. i mean, the whole plex is dangerous - but still. he reboots, and he treats cassie kindly, and tries to remove her from the danger. roxy experiences some kind of error, apologizes to cassie, and acknowledges that something is wrong. later, she speaks kindly to cassie, and, you guessed it, protects her from danger after very possibly getting rebooted. (interesting that deactivating the node and rebooting an animatronic apparently use the same device, and the same hand motion? and that reboot earlier put a robot in a mode to protect others? isnt that fascinating?)

also, i didnt remember the pq3 error message but i looked it up, huh :0 it could very well be something to do with these errors affecting glitchtraps, or whoever’s, contro! 👀

interesting thing: roxy isnt the only animatronic to experience an error. moon, when shone with the bright lights, also says “error! error!” (as opposed to roxys “i.. error.” later in the game, after cassie yells for her to let go)

both of them become nice after the error, …sort of. moons error allows us to reboot the attendant to eclipse, who is nice. roxys we dont know what exactly happens, because we leave, but shes nice when we run into her again.

[terryboot]

These girls are all on the himym hot crazy scale tbh

[l0v3lyr0ses]

Can i ask for oneshot when Monty and Freddy are competing for human her y/n but in the end she has to choose one of them. It's up to you who she would choose.

i lowkey started writing for a different anon I forgot to read which request this is djsk I'mI so dumb but sure thing!

uh this is a difficult decision for a simple-minded human like me fjsk we'll see when I, finish writing!

Characters: Montgomery gator and Glamrock! Freddy

type: Fluff,

TW: mentions of blood and injury

summary: Monty and Freddy are competing to win over a security guard a fairly new one that has only been working for a few months. but since monty has taken a liking to her, she is in charge of him making sure he does not harm anyone. however she likes freddy too and sneaks away to talk to him. she isn't aware that there's two animatronics wrapped around her finger.

y/n glanced at the time, 01:21. it was still quite early, but she should head down to check on Monty. Y/n walks over to the golf area, it was where she was most likely to find him. however no one seemed to be here, it was completely empty and it seemed tidy too. which was a bit odd with um, Monty's habits. "Monty?" She called out, seemingly nobody there. Everything looked normal to her except for Monty not being there, when Monty hasn't trashed it at least. "I should probably look for him in his dressing room.." y/n was about to turn back when she was interrupted. someone had their arms around her waist and reeled her closer to their chest. it was Montgomery, it'd be weird for Chica or Roxy to want anything to do with her frankly, and Freddy was in his dressing room. besides, it felt solid, like metal. "No need, pretty girl." Monty had snuck up behind her, surprisingly she felt hot air against her neck, it must've been some sort of air fan built on him. 'pretty girl' that one was new but she wouldn't admit it to him but it sent her heart flying. "Monty! I was going to check on you but you seem alright." Y/n gives a big smile, but right now at least he seemed fine. "Good to know you have my back!" "wanna play mini-golf with me?" Monty asks, his body close to hers for a moment too long. "Unless ya wanna head straight to Freddy" Monty said the seeming to struggle to say Freddy's name, yet the tone he was using was bitter and cold. they surely hadn't been arguing? she hoped not, because an argument between Monty and Freddy would certainly not end well. however it was odd, it didn't seem like Monty frequently went to Freddy to start conflicts. they seemed on good terms, why was he acting like this? "Sure, Monty. I don't mind playing mini-golf with you" She responds, it's always fun doing anything with Montgomery. and she had been ill last week and couldn't go to work. she missed somewhat slacking on the job. "Alright toots, yknow I won't go easy on ya!" The alligator animatronic chuckles affectionately, taking her hand. Leading the human security guard to the mini-golf. "yknow, I'm gonna win again," Monty said with a toothy, cocky grin. "Hah! in your dreams alligator." "Hey! I've told ya to quit callin' me that!" he growled mildly annoyed, as y/n laughed in the background. The two played a few rounds of mini-golf before she realized y/n needed to check on Freddy. "Hey Monty. I gotta go, Vanessa is requesting my presence" y/n sighed, before packing up her bag. "Ugh, I hate that you can't spend all day with me." He said, crossing his arms. It was a bit funny how upset was. "and that bear is not worth your fuckin' time" he mumbled, again with bitterness towards Freddy. "Unfortunately I do not want Vanessa to yell at me again", "it'll have to be in your dreams, I'm afraid." Y/n giggles, "bye, monty." She reluctantly left for Freddy, it was just always fun with Monty. - She was at Freddy's door and knocked, she didn't want to intrude, many employees didn't bother knocking because they're robots and possibly couldn't from time to time want privacy "Who is it?" Freddy responded, slightly surprised this time of night, anyone would be here. "It's me, y/n." She grinned softly before the door opens. "Hey, superstar! What a pleasant surprise." Freddy said, his gaze affectionate. "I'm glad you feel that way! Um, can I come in?" Y/n asked, nervously looking down at her feet, she wouldn't say y/n is afraid of Freddy but every time she was at his dressing room. she felt this weird nervousness but it didn't necessarily feel bad. "Sure, starlight. You're always welcome here, no need to be polite and knock each time either" Freddy smiles encouragingly at her, 'starlight' had become one of the new nicknames he's started using. it made her heart race. Freddy led her to the couch to sit down like the two usually did, often they'd talk about anything. somehow she always found herself, talking to him for hours at a time. she knew this was slacking on the job but something about Freddy and Monty made her want to spend

so much time with them and luckily she had methods that had it go unnoticed. besides it wasn't like she was completely ignoring her work duties, it was possible to give her a call and she'd pick it up, and she did have the tablet with the cameras on her to glance at every now and then. "Superstar, did meeting Montgomery go as planned?" Freddy was acting resentful towards Monty, in the same sense that Monty was. it seemed so odd, they may not be best friends but right now it seems like they don't tolerate each other at all. "Yeah! Monty actually invited me to play mini-golf with him for a while!" y/n smiled fondly, yet Freddy seemed to glare at the door, despite that Monty was not present. "I see," he grumbled, Freddy didn't seem pleased by that. y/n thought this was weird, she eyed him confused with his resentment and bitterness towards Montgomery. "Well, a child gave me a bag of candy. but I can't exactly eat, I believe they are f/c-" Freddy said in a sudden warm manner. he remembered, her favorite candies, f/c always made her happy. ever since y/n was little, and she had found herself having less money and less time to buy self-indulgent treats. y/n's eyes crinkled in excitement and gave him a friendly smile. "Thank you." "You're welcome, y/n." Freddy reached out for her hand and took it, surprisingly his hand wasn't as hard as y/n imagined it would be. her cheeks flushed bright red, it was a simple gesture. it still sent butterflies to her stomach, - y/n had stepped in the pizza plex for another shift when she hears loud arguing between two people in a distant hallway. yet she could hear it, the two involved were yelling over each other, y/n headed over to investigate what in the world was going on over there. it was Montgomery and Freddy fighting, things seemed heated, both of them seemed to have an iron grip on each other. while screaming on top of each other "I don't give two fucks Freddy! besides, she clearly likes me the best! so the winner of the bet is obviously me" "You and your overconfidence, Montgomery. she's clearly more romantically interested in me, the way she flusters when i call her starlight!" "what the fuck?! she can barely fuckin' speak when i call her 'pretty girl' you best fuck off and leave this to the experienced!" "She obviously wants a mature and responsible lover, you are definitely not that. look at you losing your temper." "I'm gonna tear you to bits for tryna take what's mine!" y/n spoke before things escalated even further, she was worried one of them would get seriously injured and decommissioned! and she'd never forgiven herself if that happened "Hold your horses, this entire thing was because of a bet, and your fighting over me?" y/n spoke up, the two animatronics abruptly stopped what they were doing. "Uh, yes," Freddy said somewhat shamefully, then glaring at the alligator animatronic. "yes! tell this fuckin' idiot that I've won!" Monty stated cockily, right now that was beside the point "You could've just asked me out and see who I say yes to, right? much less risky than an argument and a bet?" y/n scolded the two for creating this chaotic mess. "then pick, doll!" Monty smirks, "The choice is yours, little star." it was a difficult choice since both have good points, Monty always makes her laugh and it's always fun around him, and he can be serious in certain situations too. but he was so overconfident, especially right now. Freddy is a true gentleman, he'd take care of you. No one listens better than Freddy, he always makes her feel wanted and needed. Freddy does have trouble initiating things though, "I pick.." "Freddy, you were my first friend here. I couldn't help but like you very very much"

[tilta-whirl]

Howdy! I was wondering if you'd be willing to write Platonic Roxanne Wolf please? I would love to see your work on her. Thank you for your time and have a nice day!

Did I write this while waiting in line for McDonald’s? Mayhaps.

You might be teenager acting on some stupid dare, or a regular party goer that got lost, but somehow you find yourself walking through the construction zone of Roxy Raceway.

The loud noise from the atrium is nothing more than a quiet buzz as you step out into the Roxy Raceway.

It’s definitely bigger than you thought.

There’s a few security bots patrolling but they’re easy enough to slip by.

You’re just wandering around when you hear what sounds like someone crying. Did someone else get lost in here?

Thinking it might’ve been a little kid who got lost, you speedwalk closer to the sound and carefully peer around a stack of sandbags to find the source.

Well it’s not a kid. No, it’s Roxanne Wolf.

The usually boisterous and confident animatronic is sat with her head between her legs as she sobs loudly.

“Hello?” You call out and she jerks up, quickly wiping at the nonexistent tears on her face, and stands up.

“This place is off limits, you shouldn’t be here kid.” She huffs like you didn’t just walk in on her having a mental breakdown.

“Uh- sorry I just got lost and are you okay? You sounded pretty upset..?” You take a hesitant step toward her and she scoffs. “Of course I’m fine! Some stupid brats just got some sauce in my eye sockets.”

“Right...” you shift nervously. “So, uhm, it’s nice to meet you Miss. Roxanne.”

Roxanne just looks at you and bursts out laughing. “Miss Roxanne?! Do I look like some old librarian to you- BAHA-“

She continues laughing even as you scoot closer until you’re just arms length away.

Once Roxanne finally calms down she places a large metal paw on your shoulder. “Let’s get you back to the atrium.”

That’s the story of how you met Roxanne Wolf, fairly normal and unassuming at first glance.

But that is not where it ends.

On the way back to the atrium, you manage to get Roxanne invested in your ramblings so much so that she continues to follow you even after returning to the atrium.

Actually she ends up following you for the rest of the day.

You going to the DJ’s Arcade? Roxanne convinces you to party with her on the dance floor.

Going to Monty Golf and she’s right behind, barely hiding her excitement.

At one point Roxanne starts to get riled up again, after hearing some kids talk about how they preferred Foxy over her, and she ended up storming off.

You ran after her, finding her in the same spot at Roxy Raceway, and talked to her.

Turns out Roxanne had some inferiority complex from being Foxy’s replacement.

“I think you’re perfect just the way you are! I’m sure Foxy was good guy but nothing can ever replace you.” You had said comfortingly.

That’s probably where it all started. If you could go back in time you never would’ve followed her back there.

Turns out while you were giving Roxanne a little pep talk, the pizzaplex closed for the night, locking you inside for the next six hours.

You considered going to the roaming security lady for help but uh- frankly she looked one problem away from losing it so you decided against it.

Roxanne started acting a bit... odd. Actually so did the other animatronics.

Maybe they had some weird nighttime protocol? Whatever it was, the way Roxanne followed you around was starting to get annoying.

You couldn’t even go to the bathroom without getting jumpscared by her waiting outside.

When you confronted her about this Roxanne just shrugged, saying “Relax! No need to get so jumpy.”

Oh you would get so much more than jumpy.

That weird Moon animatronic that appeared when the pizzaplex’s lights went out nearly gave you a heart attack the first time you saw them.

Thankfully Roxanne sucker punched them in the face and they’d left you alone for the rest of the night.

In fact Roxanne didn’t seem to like you being around any of the other animatronics.

“They’re not worth your time!” Is the excuse she gives. But you can see how antsy she gets when you talk about another one of the Glamrocks.

It’s as if... she’s afraid you’ll like them more than her.

This goes on until you visited her with a Montgomery Gator shirt on, to which she promptly lost her shit.

“THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING?!” She screams even as you backtrack away. “DID HE GIVE THAT TO YOU!?!”

“No! Nobody gave me anything it was just on clearance!” You shout back.

Roxanne doesn’t believe you and storms out of her room, luckily it was night so there were no other guests and...

... they had to permanently decommission Monty and replaced him with Mr. Hippo.

Of course, Monty was still around, crawling about the lower levels on what remained of his arms and legs. Not that you knew that with how you were locked in Roxanne’s room.

Guests where no longer allowed in her room and she spent all the time she wasn’t performing with you, playing you songs or just... crying.

Turns out she cried a lot more than you thought she did.

Whenever she had a particularly bad day you had to comfort her, telling her how cool she was, how she was irreplaceable and special.

Nothing you said was a lie but it never felt.. genuine with how you had to comfort her and in payment she would bring you food.

Roxanne eventually managed to call you a friend, even after months of keeping you isolated from anyone else, and all you could do was smile sadly.

“You’re my friend too, Roxy.”

[v4nnyzzz]

I just finished watching playthroughs of Security Breach and all(?) its known endings, and I wasn't planning to even say much about it because I thought I had nothing to say. But I thought about something, and now I feel it'd be nice to put it here.

It's only been like, what, one day since its release? So obviously I'm putting this analysis of the animatronics and their respective motifs under a read-more because that's just etiquette.

FNAF: SECURITY BREACH SPOILERS BELOW

It feels so fucked up to me(in a good way) that roxanne just. sobs so hard? like it was the most impactful thing out of this entire game. the whole time i knew it was a game as i was watching playthroughs from start to end and it's pretty routine, just smack robot, avoid robot, etc. but then there came the roxy raceway part where you destroy her and take her eyes and she screams and cries??? and she even says at some point that she can't see?? and that line along w/ the crying made me think. it actually made me remember that she's a character with emotions, not just a robot. these guys have emotions as far as i'm aware, and it's. sad.

Especially with the symbolism of her eyes and chica's beak. i'm not sure about how montgomery's demise ties into my interpretation of his end, though. i do not really like associating western concepts to stuff i consume, but i look at these three and their personalities and i think about how perfectly they fit the Seven Deadly Sins; Roxanne with Pride, Chica with Gluttony, Montgomery with Wrath. I mean these in ways that legitimately do hurt other people/animatronics, considering the impact of their personalities throughout the pizzaplex. But I won't get into that, it seems fairly obvious.

It just hits me so hard that with Roxanne's characteristic vain nature - though whether or not these personality traits are actually singled out and exacerbated because they're under Vanny's control and that ends up being what Gregory sees - is tied to her sight. It's clear from the very moment you meet her and her quips that she's unbelievably conceited. Seen in "I bet I'm your favourite?", "You think you're better than me?!", "You're the best, you will find him first.", and of course the "Everyone wants to be you. I am the best. I am the best." lines. And in those lines from the first encounter, I wonder if this is her normal personality or if it's the Vanny-brings-out-the-worst scenario I mentioned.

These lines don't sound like much on their own, but with narcissists, stroking one's ego is essential. Narcs enjoy being in the company of people who'll feed their ego and they don't show their bad sides till later, generally. It's fascinating to think of how her own appearance is ESSENTIAL to her ego. Without her eyes, she can't notice her appearance, and without her appearance, she can't brag and boast. It would've made her extremely distraught, which is why the screaming and crying and desperation in hunting down gregory(the whole on-all-fours-and-lunging schtick) feels so frighteningly human. It's amazing how she feels, to me, the most human and impactful out of the three antagonists within the band. With Chica's beak, it obviously alludes to her gluttony. Rummaging around in the kitchen(as seen in the notes) and getting workers' pays docked because of her insatiable appetite, her obsessive love for pizza and even her being lured into the kitchen compactor with monty mix. Seems like she'll devour anything and everything. So of course, her beak symbolises and enables her action - though I think even without her beak she can still "eat". I'm not sure why she needs to eat though, considering she's an animatronic with an endoskeleton. It's one thing to be programmed to be "hungry" and to want to "eat", but if that food goes in, what happens? Not a nitpick, just an observation! Anatomy aside, she still functions even after getting her entire head crushed if I'm not wrong.

With montgomery, I don't really have an argument for him, I can't quite tell you how his lower half being ripped off and him dragging himself to the spiral staircase has anything to do with his wrath.

I was partial towards the animatronics, especially Roxanne, but after hearing her lines so much throughout the videos I've watched and how much more in-depth she feels than chica and montgomery because of her characterization via quips... I dunno, I think I like her the most now. It used to be glamrock chica because I have a soft spot for birds and have loved quite a lot of the chicas in this series, but damn am I a sucker for characters to project on and to pick apart like no tomorrow like Roxanne.

Vanny will forever be my favourite like she was from the start but, if anybody asks for my favourite animatronic it's definitely Roxy.

EDIT: I finally got to see some of the Messages in the in-game watch, something about Chica's circuits or whatever getting messed up after consuming Monty Mix or whatever it's called. Huh!

[ohnopoe]

Pride | Roxy Morton

Ship: Roxy Morton x female!Reader Summary: Your first Pride march with your girlfriend is your first Pride march in general, and it’s a little more overwhelming than you expected Word Count: 917 Warnings: Anxiety, overwhelming crowds Author’s Note: I’ve loved this beautiful character for so long and yet this is my first time attempting to write for her... yikes. Also the fact she’s brunette in this gif annoys me so much but I’m so tired so I just- I’m sorry. This is for @autumnleaves1991-blog​​‘s writer Wednesday and @flightlessangelwings​‘s 2k21 Pride Month… 

Colours, vibrant and ranging, seemed to explode before your very eyes, dousing everything they touched in all the shades of the rainbow. It was as if they bled from the flags that waved high above, painting their surroundings with joy and excitement like nothing you had ever felt before.

The street was loud, a cacophony of music and voices, chants and laughter, each sound a reminder of the person behind it. Thousands of strangers, all brought together, all sharing one moment in time and space.

Excitement melded with something unexpected, something so overwhelming that you couldn’t quite place it.

You were used to the noise, to the chaos of too many people to truly notice every detail. Years of training had you ready for just about any situation, and being surrounded by a mass of people should have been easy, and yet… it wasn’t.

Your first Pride march, and you couldn’t get out of your head for long enough to simply enjoy yourself.

Was it the uncertainty? The fact that you didn’t have Merlin watching your back through endless cameras? Was it the never dulling readiness that lay in the back of your mind, always prepared for the worst? Or was it something darker, a fear that you didn’t belong, a fear that even now, out and proud, you weren’t sure you belonged amongst those who had fought to belong?

Gulping, you did your best to push that thought down. Now wasn’t the time to doubt your place, to let those fears get the better of you.

Closing your eyes and doing your best to rid yourself of your doubts, to do a mental refresh, you tried to focus on the positives. Focus on the joy that was practically tangible as it did its best to soak through you. Focus on the way the group behind you attempted to sing along to the boom box they had brought along, shouting rather than finding anything near the actual tune of the old cassette that was working its hardest to blast Bronski Beat into the crowd. Focus on the feel of a soft hand slipping into your own.

The smile that slipped onto your lips was so natural, so normal, that you couldn’t help but open your eyes in response, seeking out the woman who never ceased to calm you.

Blonde hair framing her face, and a dress that was bought for fun, and completely ignoring the existence of the term ‘practicality’, Roxy Morton looked nothing like what you were used to seeing when you were in the field. Gone was the proper agent who could take down her foe in a mere matter of seconds, and in her place was a side of her that never ceased to amaze you.

Her smile grew with every second that you stared, happiness and pride mixing as she succeeded to steal you from the thoughts that were threatening to take over your mind.

It had been her idea to come, to enjoy your first Pride as a couple amongst the masses, and take a well earned day off in the process. She hadn’t realised at first that you’d never actually attended any Pride march, but from the moment she found out she had been nothing but supportive.

“You doing alright?” she asked with a raised brow, not letting her gaze fall from you for a second as she watched for your response.

It was always a little intimidating, knowing just how well she could read you. At first you thought it simply came with being a Kingsman agent, after all, you had been taught to read others fairly well in your own training. But Roxy didn’t have to read you, she never had to search for the truth hidden in your features, no, she knew you, seemingly from the moment you met.

With a small squeeze of her hand, you offered a reassuring nod. “Yeah, I just…” it would be so much easier if you could explain, but you could hardly figure it out yourself, let alone put it into words.

Leaning forwards, Roxy’s expression softened, her free hand reaching over to cup your cheek ever so gently.

Her forehead met your tenderly, and the chaos of the crowd still surrounding you suddenly didn’t feel so bad. The sound felt muffled, as if it were trying and failing to break through an invisible barrier that soaked up all that was trying to overwhelm you.

“I know,” she spoke softly, and even though the words were loud simply to be heard, they felt like a gentle caress, a whisper against your skin as you felt them hit you.

It hardly felt like a conscious decision as you moved forwards, breaking the already infinitesimal space between you. There was just something about her that drew you in, that had you craving her even when she was right there before you.

Your lips met slowly, as if your every movement was in slow motion. It was soft and tender, and surprisingly innocent. Neither made a move to deepen the kiss or seek out something more, each simply enjoying the tender love that lay in your kiss.

With another squeeze of your joint hands, Roxy watched, waiting until you met her gaze before speaking again.

“Hey,” she smiled so genuinely that you could see the gesture in every detail of her face, from the way her eyes twinkled, to the way her brow relaxed as she simply stared at you patiently. “I’m proud of you.”

[agerefandom]

Little Brother, Big Brother

Fandom: Homestuck

Characters: Regressor!Dave Strider & his mom Roxy Lalonde, regressor!Dirk Strider & daddy!John Egbert

Words: 5,400

Summary: Dirk and Dave are both age regressors, but they have never regressed in the same space. After almost a year of consideration, they’re finally getting together for a playdate with their two caregivers. Everyone’s a little nervous and a little excited.

Content Warnings: Brief mention of diapers. Parental caregiver names. One brief tantrum/bout of separation anxiety. (Important Note: Dirk and John’s caregiver/regressor relationship is a little blurry between non-sexual kink and regression. For example, they have rules and safewords, which I don’t typically write as part of age regression. This is only briefly mentioned in the fanfiction, and both of them still characterize their relationship as sfw agere, separate from their romantic relationship as adults. Nevertheless, I wanted to mention it in the content warnings!)

There was a knock at the door and Roxy perked up, tossing aside the phone she had been anxiously fiddling with. She made her way around the scattered toys on the floor to the front door, opening it to reveal a familiar smiling face.

“John!” Roxy exclaimed, pulling him in for a hug. He happily returned it, wrapping his arms around Roxy’s shoulders and laughing into her hair. John had been a gangly teen, but he had grown into it now, with broad shoulders and a soft stomach that Roxy loved to lean against while they played video games. “It’s been forever!”

“Too long,” John agreed, then stepped back to reveal the other visitor who had been half-hiding behind him. Dirk had his hands shoved deep in his pockets, and he moved with John as if he was tempted to dive right back behind him.

Roxy fixed Dirk with a Look and opened her arms for a hug. He stepped forwards to oblige, ducking his head so the edges of his shades weren’t a threat to Roxy’s perfect face. His hugs had become familiar over the years, brittle but genuine, all long limbs and restless fingers. Roxy squeezed him once, pressing her cheek against his hair, before she let him step back. He didn’t look like he was inclined to talk, which was fair enough. Roxy could guess that they were all nervous about their evening plans.

“Come on in, you guys. Don’t mind the mess, it’s been a busy day.” Roxy showed them in, ushering them to the couch.

“Oh, I understand,” John laughed. He had a backpack over one shoulder, patterned with little red robots. Roxy guessed that it was the supplies for Dirk, who was currently dressed in his usual outfits: unassuming, plain clothes from the newest brand that cost an arm and a leg. Roxy didn’t keep up with that sort of thing, but she could admit that Dirk always looked nice. “It’s hard to keep track of everything when someone’s over-excited.”

“You can say that again,” Roxy sighed. She and John had been good friends over the years since the game had ended, and one regular part of their relationship was chatting about their forays into caregiving. It was different, of course, because Dave and Roxy weren’t dating, but John and Roxy were still two members of the friend-group who dealt with regressors in some form or another. They had found each other a valuable resource to share ideas, tips, questions, and just to vent about their exhaustion occasionally.

“Alright, so we’re getting set up in here?” John asked, looking around the room. “Is that still the plan?”

“Yep, I think it’s the best way to do things,” Roxy said. “Help yourself to snacks, toys, anything apart from the stuffed dinosaurs. Dave’s a little protective of those guys, but everything else is fair game. Do you need anything before I head out?”

“Nope! I think I can work with this,” John said, rubbing one hand across Dirk’s shoulders. Dirk hadn’t taken a single step away from John since they entered, almost pressed against his side. “Give us about fifteen?”

“No rush,” Roxy told them. “We’re happy to watch some TV in the bedroom.”

“I’ll let you know.” John seemed pretty confident, something that Roxy had always envied. She was never sure if she was doing things right with Dave: his younger self was so different from his older self, and he was resistant to talking about it openly when he wasn’t regressed. John and Dirk had much more communication set up, and many stricter rules. Maybe it was part of their relationship, but maybe it was just what Dirk needed. Roxy knew that Dirk’s headspace was more consciously constructed that Dave’s, and he preferred to structure it with safewords and rules, while Dave wouldn’t be able to set good boundaries when he regressed.

“Cool, we’ll be around!” Roxy brushed a hand against Dirk’s arm on her way out, smiling at him over her shoulder. She was excited to see him smaller, excited to see John taking care of him first-hand. It wasn’t that she couldn’t picture it, she just couldn’t picture herself in the situation with them. She fiercely hoped that it would all go well, but of course her priority was…

“Dave!” she called as a soft warning before opening the door.

Her son/not-son was sitting on the floor of her bedroom, working on a puzzle she had bought for him. It was a little more complicated than a normal four-year-old could handle, but Dave’s hand-eye coordination wasn’t quite as bad as a bio-toddler, and Roxy tried to err on the side of something too hard instead of something that would take him five seconds.

Dave looked up at Roxy with wide eyes, his lips pressed together in an expression dangerously close to a pout.  

“Oh, baby, are you nervous?” Roxy closed the door and swept down to kneel beside Dave, pushing a hand through his hair.

“Don’t wanna do this,” Dave muttered, hands clenched into fists. Roxy put her hands over his, easing them apart and revealing the puzzle pieces he had been crushing in his palms.

“If you don’t want to, we don’t have to.” Roxy watched Dave carefully. She was excited about their plans, but Dave’s comfort came first. She knew that this was a risky situation for everyone involved, something that she’d been thinking about for over a year, but pushing it wasn’t going to help. “Little brothers are a lot of work.”

Dave visibly perked up at the reminder that he would be the big brother in this situation. The difference in age was one reason why John and Roxy found it so interesting to compare their experiences: Dave was a fairly active toddler, with a lot of curiosity and energy, while Dirk’s headspace was closer to an infant, and he was a largely reactive child, easily entertained by simple toys or a TV show.

“Do we have to play?” Dave’s question took Roxy a moment to put together.

“You mean, play with each other?” Dave nodded. “I don’t think you need to play together if you don’t want to! Dirk is pretty tiny, I don’t know if he does much playing. It’s mostly going to be you and me just like normal.”

“But John?” Dave covered his face, nerves and embarrassment making their way through his regression. His voice came back to his adult voice as he curled inward. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

Roxy hummed sympathetically, giving Dave his space. “Like I said, we can back out at any time. But I know that John is really excited about this, just like I am. He wants to meet you, little one. He already knows he’s going to love you.”

Dave made an incoherent sound of protest, flapping his hands in front of his curled-in knees.

“Anyone would be lucky to spend time with you, honey.” Roxy curled up beside Dave, mirroring his position with a bit of space between them. “I’m so lucky to be your mom. And John loves you a whole lot, he won’t stop talking about it! He’s going to be over the moon that you trust him with this. Even if it only lasts a little while, he’s going to be excited for months. You know him.”

Dave laughed, clearly still out of regression. “John’s a nerd.”

“Oh, that’s not up for debate,” Roxy smiled. “But he’s also a very good daddy when he needs to be.”

“Weird.” Dave shook his head. “Can’t picture him as a dad.”

“I don’t think I knew what I’d be like as a mom,” Roxy mused. “I’m sure that Dirk is just as nervous about it all. I don’t think anyone knows what’s going to happen with the four of us, really. I can’t imagine how much Dirk is struggling with the lack of structure.” Dave chuckled at that. He and Dirk had a mixed but friendly relationship as adults, so he knew exactly what Roxy was talking about. Whenever things didn’t go exactly to plan, Dirk tended to fly off without a single word. Roxy knew that it was his way of trying to stop himself from making everyone stick to the original plan, but it didn’t stop it from being a kind of disorienting response.

“Okay.” Roxy watched Dave as he uncurled from his little ball and took a deep breath. “I do want to do this.”

“Yeah?” Roxy stretched out her arm in an invitation, and Dave scooted over to press against her side. His breaths were long and slow, trying to calm himself down. “It’s up to you.”

“No, I really do. I was excited about it.”

“Alright, then we’ll do it.” Roxy set her hands on Dave’s waist, pulling him gently up to sit on her lap. He was a little bigger than her, but very light. He was the perfect weight when she held him in her lap like this, her arms wrapped around his waist and her cheek pressed against his shoulder blade. “I’m excited too.”

--

Getting Dave back into regression was a process, but some cuddles, a bit of calculated tickling, and an episode of Loony Toons did the trick, and soon they were both laughing on the bed, Dave’s laughter that free and louder sound that Roxy only got to hear when he was regressed.

Both of them were startled by the knock on the door, but Roxy reacted first, pausing the show and rubbing Dave’s back to calm him down.

“What’s up?” Roxy called towards the door.

“We’re all ready in the living room whenever you want to come out!” John informed them.

“Alright!” Roxy said loudly, then turned to Dave as John’s footsteps retreated down the hallway. “Do you want to finish our episode before we go play in the living room? I brought out your lego.” Dave’s duplo lego collection was a bit ridiculous, but it meant that he could build a house big enough for him to fit into. Roxy stored them in a little void-pocket in one of her drawers, and pulled out the huge rubberneck containers whenever there was a special occasion. This definitely qualified.

“Lego,” Dave nodded, already moving off the bed.

“Okay,” Roxy said. “Now, remember not to shout around Dirk, okay? He’s very small.”

“No shouting for the baby!” Dave repeated at a very high volume. Roxy shrugged internally. There was only so much she could do, and Dave would probably be alright once he was actually in the same room as his older-younger-not-brother.

“That’s right, no shouting around the baby,” Roxy said encouragingly. She opened the door to the hallway, leading the way out. “Do you think you could build a house for him?”

“For both of us!” Dave said.

“Well, I don’t know if we have enough for something that big,” Roxy laughed.

“Gonna make a big house!” Dave wasn’t willing to be discouraged.  

“Okay, you can see how big you can make it,” Roxy allowed. Dave was bouncing on each step, clearly mixing nerves and excitement into a desire to run into the room as quickly as possible. Roxy kept their pace slow and her footsteps audible, letting both John and Dirk adjust to the idea that they were entering the room.

As they stepped into the living room, John looked up with a smile. Dirk was huddled against his side, eyes closed and a plain white pacifier hiding his mouth.

“Dirk is sleepy, but he can doze through anything,” John told them softly. “I thought it might be nice for him to wake up to you, when he wakes up properly.” Roxy could tell that Dirk wasn’t really asleep, but it made sense that he would want to lay quietly for a while, adjusting to their presence and the way that they interacted.

“I hope he sleeps well,” Roxy said, and gave Dave a gentle nudge towards the boxes of lego that were stacked in the corner. “Do you think you can play quietly, sweetheart?”

Dave nodded and soundlessly glided over to the lego boxes. That wasn’t exactly what Roxy had meant, but he didn’t seem to have been jostled out of regression by the request, so it was probably alright. Triggering requests usually made Dave age up faster than anything, so his calm unpacking of the lego was a sign that he was still regressed, despite the absolutely silent movements that usually showed his discomfort as an adult.

“Dave is determined to make a big house for him and the baby,” Roxy told John. “He’s very good at lego.”

“Oh, that sounds like a lot of fun!” John swivelled his head to watch Dave start sorting the pieces from the box, quiet and methodical, glancing over to Roxy every few moments. Roxy kept her eye on him and offered a proud smile every time he checked in with her. “Dave, do you think I could help with that? I’m a big fan of lego myself.”

“If you’re quiet,” Dave said in a hushed voice.

“We don’t need to be too quiet,” John laughed. “Dirk really can sleep through anything.” He placed a fond kiss on the top of Dirk’s hair, and then carefully extracted himself, guiding Dirk’s head to rest on one of the couch cushions. John murmured something against his cheek and then moved away, letting Dirk curl up into himself a bit more, the pacifier shifting in his mouth. “I think you’re doing a good job so far, though.” He squeezed Roxy’s shoulder on his way by, kneeling down beside Dave’s boxes of lego when he reached them. “You give the orders! What can I do to help?”

Dave scanned John up and down, the only sign of his discomfort the pattern of his fingers tapping against each other over and over again. “You can get all the big blue pieces and make them into a wall,” he said eventually, pushing the box between them. “No holes.”

“Can do!” John said enthusiastically, diving into the box with gusto. Roxy chuckled, moving over to sit in one of the chairs and watch. Some things never changed, and one of them was John’s adoration for Dave, clearly. She watched them build together, Dave eventually falling into John’s rhythms and becoming louder, laughing and even knocking over one of the walls on purpose to make John fake a pout at having to start again.

“Play nice, Dave!” she called over, when it was clear that he was considering doing it again. Dave aimed a little frown at her, but settled down and continued his own building.

Roxy settled back in her chair, considering picking up some water from the kitchen. Dave always forgot to keep hydrated as an adult, so Roxy tried to keep a sippy cup always in his reach when he was regressing at her house, but she had left it in the bedroom. She shifted, ready to offer John a drink while she was going to the kitchen, when she noticed that Dirk’s eyes were open and fixed on her.

Roxy froze. She could see the swirling orange of his eyes, the way his long lashes framed them, the angles of his face somehow softer without the sunglasses he wore every day. She felt afraid of the intimacy in meeting those eyes, overwhelmed by a surge of panic that she couldn’t trace to a concrete thought.

“John,” she called, trying to hide her panic. “Dirk is awake.” John immediately extracted himself from the lego with Dave, leaving the regressor with an affectionate hair-tousle that made Dave scowl. He trotted over to the couch and knelt down beside Dirk to give him an over-dramatic set of kisses on his cheek.

“Did you enjoy your nap?” John asked, nuzzling his nose against Dirk’s. Dirk’s eyes fell closed as he laughed, the pacifier garbling the sound. He wrapped his arms around John’s neck, pulling him closer, and John obediently scooped Dirk into his arms.

Roxy found she couldn’t watch the display, feeling too much like an intruder. She bounced to her feet as quietly as she could, trying not to interrupt, and made her way over to Dave, who was entirely focused on the lego house he was making. It was coming along quickly, the bigger lego blocks fitting together into simple blocky structures. Two walls of the house were almost finished, with one featuring a gap for a window. It looked like each wall was going to be a different colour, and the one that Dave was finishing was a bright green.

“I’m fetching your sippy from my room,” Roxy told Dave. “Do you want me to get Rexatorius while I’m in there?” Rexatorius was not in fact a t-rex, but a brontosaur: both of them enjoyed the name anyways.

“Yes, please.” Dave was very polite as a child, his southern accent stretching the words out. “Can I have more juice?”

“You can! Coming right up,” Roxy told him, and headed off to the bedroom without another look at the two on the couch. She collected the dinosaur plushie and the sippy cup, tucking Rexatorius under her arm as she navigated through the living room on her way to the kitchen.

“John, do you want some water or some apple juice?” she called back into the other room.

“I’m good, thank you.”

It still shocked Roxy sometimes, how much they had all grown up. Collecting water for herself in her own kitchen, with glasses she had chosen, offering drinks to guests, having people over for a dinner party… it still felt so foreign. Being twenty-three hadn’t been something that Roxy had ever considered, always focused on making it to sixteen, always focused on making it to the game that would change everything, would save the world, would save her from the empty echoing rooms of the mansion she’d spent her childhood inside.

And here she was, a part-time mother, a part-time host, a full-time adult who was involved in politics, of all things, as well as going into her Masters in ecto-biology with multiple offers for a full-time job afterwards (thanks to their fame, all of the planet-founders were highly desired as a source of publicity and funding for whatever career they wanted to pursue). Roxy, in short, had somehow become an adult.

Roxy shook the reverie away as she rinsed the sippy cup between servings of apple juice, filled a cup of water for herself, and grabbed a bag of chips just in case anyone wanted a snack. Back in the living room, John was settled on the couch and Dirk was on the floor, playing with a wooden puzzle that was made to look like a circuit board.

“One serving of juice!” Roxy dropped it off next to Dave with a kiss and Rexatorius, patting the dino on the back before retreating. Dave could handle his own lego building, and it had never been one of Roxy’s interests. She would happily come to ooh and ahh when the building was all done.

Roxy approached John and Dirk cautiously, and John looked up to give her a smile and a wave to come join them.

“Roxy! Do you want to meet the baby?”

“I would love to.” Roxy pushed away the anticipation she had been feeling and focused on Dirk on the floor, trying to push away all the past experiences they’d had, the fights and the two am vent sessions and the ill-conceived projects they’d come up with together. She knew what regression meant to Dave, but she didn’t know what it meant to Dirk, and she needed to keep an open mind.

“Hey Dirk,” John said, getting down on his level on his hands and knees. “I want you to meet Daddy’s friend, Roxy. She’s Dave’s mom, remember? We came to visit her and Dave.” Dirk glanced up from his puzzle at Roxy, and Roxy was taken aback again by the sharpness of his eyes. There was none of the hazy contentedness of Dave’s regression. Dirk stared directly and piercingly towards Roxy’s face.

“Hi,” Roxy managed. “It’s good to meet you.” She almost held out her hand, and jerked it back. Dirk’s eyes followed the movement.

“Can you say hi to Roxy?” John prompted Dirk. Dirk shook his head, and dropped his eyes back to his puzzle. Roxy tried not to feel rejected, but her heart spasmed. “That’s okay,” John said softly, and smiled up at Roxy from the floor. “Dirk’s not so good at words,” he explained. “What about sharing your puzzle?” John asked, pointing to the piece that Dirk was holding in his hand. “Can Roxy help you?”

Dirk hesitated, nodded, and then held the piece out in Roxy’s direction without looking at her.

Somehow this motion reassured Roxy, something more akin to a shy child than Dirk’s own mannerisms when he was on edge.

“Thank you,” she said gently, accepting the piece and kneeling down. “Did your daddy get you this puzzle?” It was easy enough to find where the piece went, but she took her time looking. Dirk nodded, sucking on his pacifier with a soft sound. “He’s a pretty good daddy, huh?” Roxy smiled at John as Dirk nodded more enthusiastically.

Dirk picked up another piece and held it close as he surveyed the puzzle. Roxy gave him the time to figure it out, and he eventually pushed it into the right place. He picked up another piece and pushed it into Roxy’s hands again.

“Thank you!” She took the piece from him and hummed thoughtfully as she pretended to search for the right place. “Does it go here?” She put it in the wrong place, and nodded with satisfaction. Dirk laughed and shook his head. “No? Are you sure?” Dirk picked up the puzzle piece and slotted it into the right place, still laughing.

“Oh!” Roxy hit her forehead. “Why didn’t I see that?”

Dirk rolled his eyes at her, but he was still laughing.

“I know,” Roxy nodded. “I’m a silly mom, I can’t help it.”

“G’d mmm,” Dirk muttered, his voice quiet and slurred by the pacifier.

“Sorry, sweetheart, what?” Roxy leaned closer, trying to hear him, but Dirk only shook his head emphatically and picked up a new piece of the puzzle, fitting it into place with none of his earlier hesitation.

“He said you’re a good mom,” John interpreted, rubbing Dirk’s back with a calming motion that Roxy recognized from using it with Dave herself.

“Aww!” Roxy pressed her palms to her cheeks, grinning. “I hope that Dave agrees with you.”

Dave’s voice came as if on cue, from over the couch. “Moooom!”

“On my way!” Roxy called back, more softly. She didn’t want to scare Dirk, who was leaning into John’s touch and closing his eyes. She rose to her feet, automatically helping herself with her god-tier weightlessness as she pushed herself upwards. Dave was standing by his house, which had three walls finished. “What’s wrong, baby?” Roxy drew closer, and Dave threw himself into her arms, wrapping his arms around her.

“Don’t go,” he whispered into her shoulder, and Roxy could feel him shaking slightly.

“Oh, no, honey.” Roxy wrapped her arms back around Dave, squeezing him against her. “I’m not going anywhere, I’m your mom. I wouldn’t leave you for the world.”

“I could hear you and you were gone,” Dave protested, curling tighter into her arms.

“I was just visiting the others, over by the couch,” Roxy told him, rocking slightly to comfort him. “Not gone, never gone.”

“I thought…” Dave trailed off, derailing into a mumble that Roxy couldn’t make out, despite her experience with Dave’s rambles.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Roxy soothed. “I love you so much, and I always will. I’ll always be your mom.”

“My mom?” Dave echoed.

“Yes, honey, your mom.” She cupped Dave’s cheek to tilt his face up for a forehead kiss. “No one else’s.”

“Okay.” Dave seemed to have calmed down quite a bit, but he was still holding tight to Roxy.

“Do you want to work more on your house?” Roxy cast an eye over the work Dave had done so far. “Or do you want to meet Dirk?”

“Dunno.” Dave rocked back and forth slightly in Roxy’s lap.

“Well, why don’t you come say hi? You can go straight back to your lego after that, if you’d like.” Dave nodded.

“Okay.”

Roxy helped Dave to his feet, keeping her hands on his and helping him stay upright when he was standing. He wasn’t always clumsy when he regressed, but it was usually a surprise to both of them when he had trouble walking, so she tried to be careful.

“Follow me, sweetheart.” She led Dave over to the carpet, glancing over to see that Dirk was twirling his fingers into the mane of a horse plushie, John singing a soft lullaby. John looked up when they walked in, but Dirk kept his eyes on his twirling fingers.

“Dirk?” Dave said quietly.

Dirk’s back stiffened and then he let out a breath and turned, blinking up at Dave.

Dave’s eyes widened and Roxy could practically see his excitement take over from nerves. Dirk looked quieter and unthreatening without his glasses, his plain white onesie and his long lanky pale limbs curled up against John’s chest.

“Hi!” Dave gushed, dropping to sit beside John and Dirk before glancing up at John and Roxy for approval. Roxy smiled warmly at him, and John nodded and shifted his grip on Dirk so that he was facing out towards Dave more. “I’m Dave!”

“…” Dirk looked at him for a long second, then hid his face behind the horse plushie he was holding.

“You’re a baby, but I’m really old,” Dave told Dirk seriously. “I’m gonna build us a lego house to live in.” Dirk raised his head again, smiling around the pacifier, and Dave smiled back. It was strange for Roxy, to see the instinct-driven space that Dave lived in, that she understood so well, and the difference between him and Dirk. Dirk was so clearly not as regressed, still cautious and deliberate. Maybe this was just him getting used to a new space? Or maybe this really was how he regressed. Or maybe this was how he’d been when he was a baby, making his way around his home in the middle of the ocean.

“Good job, Dave,” Roxy praised, resting a hand on his head. “Be gentle with your little brother.” She knew from talking with John that Dirk reacted well to being reminded that he was supposed to be small, regressed, a baby without responsibilities. Dave was very passionate about being a ‘big boy’ and pushed his limits further than Roxy would like. Another difference between them.

“Do you want to hold him?” John offered, cradling Dirk’s head against his shoulder gently.

Dave glanced back at Roxy, eyes wide. She could tell that he was intrigued but uncertain.

“I would love to,” Roxy said, knowing the question had been directed at both of them. “Why don’t I carry him to the couch, and you can sit with us, Dave? I can read you both a story, how about that?”

“Yeah.” Dave bobbed his head, subdued.

Roxy knelt in front of her two friends, smiling fondly at John and the tender way he handled Dirk. “May I?”

“Of course.” John guided her hands, one under Dirk’s knees and the other cradling his neck. Roxy had carried Dirk before, mostly out of his workshop before John had started taking over the task of disrupting Dirk’s manic work episodes. He had never been so unclothed, her skin touching his as she lifted him into her arms and settled him against her chest.

Dirk wasn’t light, thin but muscled. The only reason Roxy could lift him with ease was because she was taller than him, much to his ill-hidden annoyance when he’d first met her in person. He was the shortest of the eight of them, with Rose a close second.

Roxy looked down at Dirk as she carried him carefully towards the couch, and was surprised again to find him watching her. She smiled gently, even though his eyes were piercing.

“Hello,” she cooed. “Did you like meeting Dave?” The boy in question was following behind them, craning his neck to look at Dirk over Roxy’s shoulder. “He was so excited to have a baby brother.” Roxy shifted her weight back and forth, bouncing Dirk slightly in her arms as she reached the couch. “You are very sweet, I see why your daddy talks about you so much.”

That got a reaction: Dirk’s eyes crinkled, and an unfamiliar burbling laugh came from behind his pacifier.

Roxy gasped. “And adorable too! I should have known your daddy wouldn’t lie about that.” She turned around and settled on the couch, making sure Dirk wasn’t jostled by the movement as she settled him in her lap. Dave climbed up beside her and clung to her arm, wrapping both hands around her left hand and trying to pull it off Dirk’s back.

“Careful, Dave,” Roxy said. “Dirk needs a lot of support when I’m holding him, he’s only a baby.” Dave frowned, but let go of her hand and let Roxy arrange Dirk more properly, his head leaning against her chest and leaving her left hand free to hold Dave’s hand.

“John,” Roxy called. John had been sitting on the floor with Dirk’s toys, beaming quietly as he watched them move to the couch.  

“Yes, Roxy?” he called back.

“I think these boys have my hands occupied, would you mind reading us a story?”

“But of course!” John got to his feet and came over, standing in front of them with his hands on his hips. He really did have some proper dad energy, especially with the light stubble that he’d allowed to grow on his cheeks and chin. “What kind of book should we read?”

“Pigeon!” Dave shouted.

Roxy could feel Dirk flinch in her arms.

“Indoor voice, sweetheart,” Roxy told Dave quietly, stroking Dave’s arm and rocking Dirk back and forth to sooth them both. Two kids was a lot of work: she was very glad that she wasn’t a mother to both of them. Even if Dirk was very sweet, and she wouldn’t mind babysitting once in a while. She was sure that John felt the same about Dave: the two of them seemed to have had a lot of fun building the lego together. “Don’t scare the baby.”

Dirk relaxed again at those words, and Roxy held him a little closer. It was unexpectedly intimate, this age. John had talked about diapers and how they both felt like it brought them closer together, but even the experience of holding Dirk while he was this vulnerable felt dangerous, like touching a live wire, yet insanely comfortable at the same time. Where the two feelings met was what Roxy thought of as intimacy.

John was still standing in front of them, and Roxy realized that she would have to tell him what Dave meant.

“It’s on the second shelf under the TV, far right,” she said. “Don’t let the pigeon drive the bus. Have you read it?”

“We don’t read very much,” John shrugged as he went for the shelf and started flipping through kid’s books. “We have a couple board books and Dr. Seuss but Dirk prefers TV before bed instead of a story.”

“I’m not allowed TV before bed,” Dave said accusatorily, and John glanced at Roxy with clear panic.

“That’s because Dirk’s daddy doesn’t take care of you,” Roxy said. “I wouldn’t allow Dirk any TV before bed either, but his daddy gets to decide that.”

Dave thought that over for a bit.

“Can John be my babysitter maybe?” he suggested. “And then I could watch TV before bed?”

“We’ll talk about it sometime,” Roxy laughed. “He’s got his own little one to look after, just like I have you. But if you’re having a good time, we’ll try to get together more.”

“Yeah!” Dave settled onto the couch properly as John came back with the requested book held in both hands. “More time with Dirk and John is good.”

“I agree,” said Roxy, resting her cheek against Dirk’s soft hair as John flipped to the first page and prepared to start reading. “It’s nice to have a bit of company.”

[fellintotartarus]

midnight eyes (ralvez)

(gif by the incredible @zhuzhubii <3 )

Summary: On a late night, Spencer thinks about Luke. 1.7k words.

A/N: Ralvez absolutely owns my ass thanks for coming

Warnings: I can’t think of any .. ? Lmk if you see anything please!

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It’s late. They’re all exhausted beyond belief and it seemed even the plane made a tired landing, jolting them with unpleasant bouts of adrenaline in their sleepy states. Matt gently shakes Emily awake and they all trudge off the plane in the silence that only red-eye flights can produce.

Spencer’s head feels full of cotton as he clambers down the stairs and into FBI headquarters. It’s been days--even before the case started--since he’s gotten more than four hours of sleep in a row and he feels it strongly behind his eyes. The world feels dim and heavy as he walks the final few steps across the tarmac and into the building.

Then Luke passes from behind him, placing his hand gently on Spencer’s back as he navigates the tight hallway and Spencer suddenly doesn’t feel so tired. Luke glances back at him, flashing him a small smile before turning back and Spencer thinks he might not need sleep so urgently anymore. As long as he replays this moment in his head, he can make it home to pass out on his bed.

Luke remains a few steps ahead of him all the way to the sixth floor and into their offices, where everyone quickly throws down their case files and turns around to leave. Spencer drops into the chair at his desk, his head falling onto the surface. He knows he should get up, pick up his head and go home because he’s in imminent danger of falling asleep. He knows if he doesn’t get up now, the three AM jetlag will catch up to him quickly and--

He lifts his head. The whole office has gone, only the dim power-saving lights illuminating the personal effects and case files littering the numerous desks. Spencer looks around. It’s so peaceful. He knows, logically, what lies in all these case files, that it shouldn’t feel peaceful, but he can’t help but relax at the altered state of the room where he spends most of his life.

His eyes drift over to Luke’s desk, lingering on the single picture of Roxy that seems almost out of place on the clean-cut, nearly bare desk. He blushes at the thought of the man who occupies the desk, not even noticing a smile creep onto his face.

Luke was a breath of fresh air to the BAU. When he joined from the fugitive task force, everyone found solace in the newness he brought to the team. Spencer noticed people smiling more. Penelope found a new hobby in giving him a hard time. He was a change of pace for the tight-knit group of tired, jaded agents.

Spencer remembers the first time he noticed Luke, like, really noticed him. He was explaining something for a case. He was used to being brushed off--his quirks were conditional, only to be appreciated when he served a purpose. But as he sat there, explaining a tangent to a room full of people the rambling would be lost on, he turned his head and saw Luke. He was looking at Spencer with the utmost interest that Spencer’s speech sputtered and stalled like an old car. He hadn’t even noticed he had stopped talking until Luke had said “What were you saying, Dr. Reid?”

From that point on, Spencer had a hard time not noticing Luke. It never actively bothered him that people brushed him off and gave him a hard time. It was just a fact of life. But he supposed he never really knew how much he was missing. Now, whenever he found himself rambling past the point of no return, his eyes would drift over to Luke, who consistently looked delighted to hear more about whatever it was Spencer was talking about.

Spencer knew he was in trouble when he found himself rambling more and more just to see if Luke was really interested. In his head, there was no way Luke actually enjoyed Spencer and his infodumps. There had to be a breaking point.

But it never came. No matter how uninteresting or gross or frequent he made his speeches, Luke’s gaze never faltered. During one particularly terrible rant about flies and their reproductive cycle when Luke still looked at Spencer like he was revealing the secrets of life, Spencer thought he must be seeing things. It was only after Penelope gave him a knowing smile that Spencer came to realize it might not be in his head.

So he reveled in it. He let his eyes flit over to Luke’s clandestinely when he spoke, his breath always hitching imperceptibly at Luke’s returning gaze. He ignored Penelope’s pointed looks and settled for seeing Luke’s enraptured face when he closed his eyes at night.

A sound coming from the break room snaps Spencer out of his reverie. He turns to look at the offending noise with heavy eyes and finds the object of his thoughts stumbling sleepily out of the break room. He’s so tired it somehow surprises him when Luke walks over to him, almost as if he thought he would’ve been invisible.

Spencer jumps slightly in his seat and, to get rid of the nervous energy that suddenly overcomes him (and seems to everytime Luke approaches him), meaninglessly shuffles papers around on his desk. 

Luke smiles, pulling up a chair next to him, not knowing that just his proximity would give Spencer a giddiness that would last until next Friday.

“What are you still doing here, genius?” Luke asks, sighing and settling into his chair. He gives Spencer a warm smile when he clears his throat and shakes his head instead of answering.

What is Spencer still doing here? He’s been sitting at his desk for so long without even realizing it. Everyone else went home at least 10 minutes ago while Spencer sat at his desk daydreaming sleepily. About the man next to him.

Spencer is, and he knows this, terrible at having a crush. It practically consumes him. He acts so weird around them, spouting god-awful facts at terrible times, not picking up on any cues, and never doing absolutely anything about it.

So when Luke looks like he’s about to say something, Spencer jumps to fill the silence first. He shoots into a rant about the first thing his sleep-deprived brain can think of, standing in the process.

“You know, a study recently came out that showed that fist bumps transfer half the bacteria that handshakes do and that people should start employing that as a go-to greeting rather than--”

“I thought you were a proponent of kissing,” Luke jokes softly, rising from his chair.

Spencer blushes furiously. “Well, it’s not so much that I’m a proponent of kissing, it’s more that--”

He’s cut off by Luke’s face a mere inches from his, his breath ghosting Spencer’s face. Luke’s eyes land squarely on his, turning his brain absolutely useless. Even more surprising is the look on Luke’s face. A look Spencer had only seen in front of other people, at work, and that he (seemingly mistakenly) assumed had been a front.

“Not a proponent of kissing, huh?” Luke teases, his voice a mere breath.

Spencer’s voice is stuck in his throat. There is no way this is happening, he thinks, so he breathes lightly through his nose so Luke won’t disappear. He hopelessly stutters out a few syllables--none of them make sense--before Luke takes his hand in his.

A touch that would normally send him into mental hysterics now seems to ground him. Why had he never realized he was taller than Luke? Spencer’s eyes meet Luke’s and flicker down to his lips--the lips that were so soft-looking and pillowy he had found himself dreaming of kissing them more than once--before he realizes his mistake and quickly lowers his gaze to his feet.

“Spencer. Hey,” Luke says, using a finger to lift Spencer’s chin back up to a slightly mismatched gaze. Spencer can barely let the eye contact hold out of embarrassment; he’s sure Luke’s gonna tell him off or reject him before he’s ever said anything. He can feel himself tensing and freezing up.

“How many bacteria are transferred in a kiss?” Luke says softly, and Spencer finds himself relaxing at the opportunity to think about something else for a second. It takes him longer than usual, but he remembers the number fairly quickly. 

“80 million bacteria. More if it’s longer, less if it’s shorter, and, obviously one would have to take into account--”

He’s cut off by Luke’s lips pressing firmly against his. Spencer nearly falls over in shock, but once Luke’s bottom lip slides against his, he’s done for. The warmth in his stomach burns, his eyes flutter shut, and he melts into the floor, leaning down the slightest amount and sighing. Luke smiles against Spencer’s mouth and kisses back deeper, bringing his hand up to Spencer’s neck, leaving him stumbling over himself to get closer to Luke.

They remain like that for some time (honestly neither one of them could tell you how long if they tried) before Luke pulls away, out of breath and lips just barely swollen. Spencer almost doesn’t want to open his eyes to face the aftermath of what he’s sure is the best thing that’s happened to him, but the urge to see Luke’s eyes lit up wins over and slowly opens them, shyly creeping his gaze up to Luke’s face.

Luke’s beaming, running his fingers through the curls at the back of Spencer’s head. Spencer smiles back, letting his head fall to Luke’s shoulder.

“You know, for a genius, that sure took you a long time. I thought I would have to hit you over the head or something,” Luke said, his mouth pressed onto Spencer’s ear. 

Spencer feels his face heat against the fabric of Luke’s dress shirt. It took him a long time? Did that mean--

“I mean, I don’t know how many times I thought I had given myself away. When Garcia let it slip that she thought you liked me, I thought she was playing a prank on me because of how I looked at you,” he continued.

Spencer picked his head up. “No way,” he said softly.

Luke chuckled, “What, like it’s so hard to believe? Didn’t Morgan call you Pretty Boy?”

Spencer blushed redder and rolled his eyes.

“I just didn’t think… you know,” he replied.

Luke smiled. “Obviously.”

And, this time, Spencer kissed him.

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