#the nonexistenent being

[orchid-151]

Cora approaches the village cautiously with the intent to get shelter from the rain, she appreciates one of the village houses and knocks on the door. Uh h hey... would it be okay for me to stay here until the rain stops... It's r really cold...

"Of course you can come in~" the Illager in blue greeted her "We were just about to eat supper."

[papayatori]

Fall away (p2)

Inumaki Toge x fem!reader

The night was full of loud, uninterrupted visions of humanoid creatures. Screams that weren’t my own filled my ears endlessly. I could feel the fear radiating from my bones, from my core. My entire body shook relentlessly, as if seizing without content. I knew it wasn’t real, I had felt this and seen these things before, but it all felt new and different, stronger and more powerful.

In a cold sweat, I awoke with a start, a soft knock echoing on the door. Terror had subsided for the most part, remaining purely for its own enjoyment and thrill. Shaking, I stood to open the door.

I was met with crazy brown eyes staring back at me. Itadori’s piercing gaze threw off my mental balance just enough to bring the fear I had tucked away boiling back over.

“I felt some serious energy coming from down here, I was worried something had come after you.” He invited himself in, giving me no other warning. He studied the room thoroughly, the gaze that had just held mine scanned the room intently to make sure it was safe for me to reside.

“Are you alright, y/l/n?” He sent me a confused but worried look. I nodded.

“I’m alright, sorry to startle you, Itadori.” He ran his hands through his pink hair.

“I could’ve sworn I felt something in here.” He mumbled to himself. “Didn’t you feel anything?” I only shrugged.

“I think I was having another nightmare.” I answered, hoping to give him some sort of relief.

“Do you mind me asking of what?” He had sat on my bed now, watching me as I slowly shut the door.

“I’m assuming of those cursed spirits Satoru had explained to me earlier. I’m not too sure what was happening if I’m being honest.” I shoved my hand behind my neck, rubbing it anxiously as if it would fix the awkward situation I had been forced into. He snapped his fingers in one swift motion, smiling slightly as his eyes lit up. He patted a spat next to him, beckoning me to sit. Reluctantly I did so, hoping this didn’t look as terrible to an outsider as it felt.

“That’s probably what I felt. You did seem terrified when I opened the door. I’m sorry if I made it worse.” He sheepishly grinned.

“You didn’t, I can promise that.” He smiled at me further before continuing.

“It feels different being taken from your home and forced into an environment you aren’t used to. It probably triggered your cursed energy without you realizing it.” I was suddenly aware of the cold air around me, the sweat clinging to my body as the boy next to me continued to speak. He eyed me curiously.

“You speak as if you know from experience.” He laughed lightly, playing with his hands.

“You’d be correct. I’m still new to a lot of this stuff, but I don’t think I’d trade it for the world.” His eyes had become glossy, his body stiff.

“How’d you get here, Itadori?” I asked, hearing the silence ring in my ears afterwards. He took a deep breath before continuing.

“I ate a finger.” I gasped, forgetting to let out my breath after. “It’s not as terrible as it sounds, believe me.”

“It sounds pretty terrible.” I said, giving him a deadpanned look.

“After my grandpa died, I had an incident with a school club. It was alright once I got here, but I remember the helpless feeling I got when I shut my eyes every night. Sometimes even the strongest people can’t hold back their own haunting memories.” The first genuine smile Itadori had ever given me radiated from his features. I felt my heart crack at his words.

“I’m sorry, Itadori.” I said, taking his hand and squeezing it gently. He looked surprised I had done so, his iris’s growing slightly as he smiled down at me.

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. You’re going through a similar situation. If anything, I should be comforting you.” He squeezed my hand back, causing me to smile as he did so. “Your parents really never mentioned anything about jujutsu sorcery? How’d they know to send you here and not to the Tokyo institution?”

My brain rattled at his question. My eyes scanning a nonexistent folder of my recollections on the subject.

“Now that you mention it, I think my parents used to talk about it when I was younger.”

I remembered my parents leaving me a lot when I was young, equipped with weapons of all sorts. I don’t remember any conversations well enough to tell Itadori about them specifically, but I told him of these faint memories. I tore through my past, attempting to find anything that could be of significance. I remembered talk of danger towards others in Tokyo and other cities alike, small towns that I hardly recognized the name of.

“I think your parents were sorcerers like us, y/n.” I believed him, but it was hard to come to terms with.

“I’m just not sure I’m ready to put two and two together, Yuji.” He nodded in understanding, pulling his hand from mine after squeezing it one last reassuring time.

“I think you should sleep on it, or at least try your best to. I know how difficult things like this can be to process.”

Yuji waved before exiting my room, leaving me in my same seated position on a bed that felt foreign to me. I felt a tear fall from my eye, wiping it just as fast as I let it slip free. Crying about it would get me nowhere, and Yuji had a point, even the strongest of people couldn’t face their own past within their dreams.

Before I knew it, the alarm on my nightstand was ringing and the day was beginning. I wasn’t sure what to make of last nights encounter, and I hardly slept because of it. The thought of my parents being like Yuji and the others threw my mind into a frantic tizzy.

Had my life always been destined to start here? Had my parents set me up for torment all of these years or had they simply been trying to shield me from the truth? I shook my head to rid the thought. I hadn’t received word from my parents since my departure at the school gates. They had refused entry and allowed me to walk in free of their presence. I thought they had been trying to allow me a sense of freedom and maturity, but maybe there was more to that than I had foreseen before?

I walked into the classroom full of commotion. Gojo had yet to make an appearance and the others were caught up in conversation. Yuji sent me a greeting that I happily returned. I felt eyes on me as I walked over to reclaim my seat from yesterday, looking over to see who’s they belonged to.

My eyes were met with the raging violet of Inumki’s stare. They smiled at my own, softening with kindness as he waved at me. I smiled back happily, hoping he hadn’t sensed my fear last night as Yuji had. I watched him stand from his seat, Yuta nowhere in sight. He walked over to me and crouched beside my desk.

“Kelp.” He said to me, his hand extending for me to shake as the others had done yesterday. I was confused but shook his hand anyway. His warmth surrounded my smaller hand as he did so, shocking me still in my seat.

“Are you hungry?” I asked, confused still. I heard a snort from somewhere behind me before the conversation continued. Inumaki shook his head.

“Bonito flakes.” He stated confidently. I deadpanned, not sure how to respond. Seemingly frustrated, Inumkai pulled his phone from his pocket, anxiously typing away as I sat and stared at him. His eyes were fixed on the screen, giving me a chance to study his seemingly flawless features without interruption from the violet orbs that radiated thoroughly. His bangs fell perfectly to shield the top of his eyes, his collar hiding the rest of his face without effort that made me almost disappointed.

“I’m a cursed speech user. I have certain things I can say that don’t affect me much, it’s mostly why I speak in ingredients rather than words themselves. I greeted you before, then denied your question afterwards. I apologize for the confusion, but im sure Satoru will explain further later today.” It read. I smiled at the boy in front of me. He unzipped his collar, sticking his tongue out to reveal the markings that bound him to the curse.

“I’m not sure I would’ve ever caught on had you not explained it. Thank you.” He smiled brightly at me before zipping his collar and taking his phone back, tapping around on the screen once more. He handed it back to me with a questioning gleam in his violet eyes. He wanted my phone number.

I felt my face flush as well as hearing some snickers behind me. Inumaki glared at the source of the laughter while waiting patiently for me to fill out the information. I did so quickly, my heart beating slightly faster than before as he quickly went back to his seat when Yuta entered the room.

I almost immediately got a text from Inumaki, just letting me know it was him. At that time, however, Gojo stalked into the room with a cocky smirk.

“Hello everybody.” He said, dragging out the ‘o’ slightly. Maki facepalmed. “How do we feel about only training today?” He said, looking around at the others. My mind went blank. I’d never done that before. He seemed to notice my panic and lifted his finger. “With exceptions, of course.”

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. I was scrawny, not built for the physical just yet. I wasn’t even sure what they did out there that qualified as training. As the others mumbled their agreements and started to file out of the room, Nobara stopped in front of Gojo, not moving.

“I’m staying too, I feel like you might need a demonstration at some point.” She grinned at me with two thumbs up. Gojo didn’t object, only pushing her lightly back towards her seat. Inumaki spared me one last glance before stalking out the door with the others and shutting it behind him.

I giggled at Gojo and Nobara, they were bickering back and forth about who was really the teacher here.

“Anyways, Even if Nobara is right, im still your teacher, meaning I know best.” Nobara rolled her eyes, huffing out a breath.

“So, what exactly is happening?” I asked, their attention returning to me. Nobara smiled at me slightly.

“I’m teaching you the art of cursed energy!” She exclaimed, happy to get the point across. Gojo sent her another small glare with his lip puffed out slightly.

“She means WE are going to teach you the art of cursed energy.”

The two continued to bicker for about thirty minutes before I finally stepped in and decided to ask some questions of my own. I figured I’d never get a word in edgewise, but I suppose asking the burning questions I knew they’d love to answer would allow them to put their differences behind them, even though they continued to one up each other like siblings.

“So, how can somebody manipulate cursed energy? I thought it was just to scare children growing up.” I asked. Both stopped arguing almost immediately before Nobara grinned wildly.

“Cursed energy comes in many forms, y/l/n.” Gojo spoke, gaining a somewhat serious attitude. “You can’t just ‘manipulate’ it. My students have trained to harness the power of their cursed energy, something I can only hope you’d work for as well.” He finished.

“My cursed energy is focused through my hammer.” Nobara spoke, pulling the hammer from her back. That was odd, I’d never noticed it before. She smiled smugly.

“We believe you have potential to do these sort of things, y/l/n, we just aren’t exactly sure to what extent.”

Nobara continued to explain her technique, Gojo watching from the sidelines. The two thought it would be a good idea to show me how it worked, though I found it quite frightening as they took me out to the training yard to watch the others train for a while.

The beauty of the courtyard was breathtaking. The breeze felt nice compared to the stuffy classroom I’d been in all morning, and getting to watch Nobara in action against Maki was something I’d probably never forget. The two danced with elegance in their battle, neither holding back on the other. As we continued, Gojo would explain to me what was happening.

“Maki uses cursed weapons to her advantage. She can’t exactly see cursed spirits the way we can, y/n; that’s what her glasses are for. She possesses no real cursed energy of her own, meaning she doesn’t manipulate it the way Nobara can.” He rambled for a while, I listening intently in the background. I would occasionally nod and try to understand what he was explaining to keep him entertained.

My eyes were fixed on Maki and her diligent grace in battle. Nobara seemed to gain an upper hand, launching her cursed nails at Maki and damaging her to the point I thought she would resign, though she never did. Maki seemed to heal quickly and learn Nobara’s moves almost instantly after being wounded. She summoned a weapon from almost thin air, which Gojo explained was her technique. The two fought wordlessly and breathlessly without as much as a blink towards the other. I was astonished by the ending.

The two walked towards us, not worried about the others training behind them.

“Interested, y/n?” Maki chided with a cool smirk. It’s almost as if she hadn’t been touched by Nobara at all.

“Quite.” I said with a smile. She handed me the spear she had been using against Nobara. I inspected it, feeling the writhing energy within it seeping into my skin. Was it supposed to react this way? Gojo chuckled from beside me.

“You’ve never come into close proximity with a real cursed object, have you?” He asked coolly. I deadpanned, letting the look sink in before dropping my gaze back to the spear.

“I use it to channel energy I cannot manipulate myself as Nobara can. I’m sure Gojo explained that to you?” She questioned. I nodded.

I looked up, handing back the spear and feeling the release of the energy. Its presence, however, left a weird tingling residue on my hands where I’d touched it.

I saw the others in the background, throwing punches and jabs and kicks to their opponents. I heard a yell from somewhere behind them.

“Don’t move!” It sounded calm, smooth. I saw Panda standing still in the courtyard as a punch was thrown his way by the person who hid behind the voice I had heard. I watched intently as he fell to the ground, still stuck in position as Inumaki hovered over his body. His collar was unzipped. He had spoken something other than ingredients?

He caught my gaze, giving a sheepish smile as the markings on his face rose with his dimples. Panda had slowly regained his movement, angrily shouting something at Inumaki that went unheard by my ears. He moved to see the direction Inumaki was facing and caught my gaze as well. He smirked before waving in my direction.

“Cursed speech works like that of Nobara, though entirely different. The user can manipulate words in ways like no other, causing their opponent to stun temporarily depending on the power of the manipulator.” Gojo spoke beside me once more. It seems as though he had followed my eyes to reach Inumaki’s brawl with Panda.

They walked over to our position in the grass beside the courtyard, sitting next to us without a word.

“That was impressive, Toge. Panda couldn’t move for several seconds even after falling to the ground. Your strength has improved. “ Inumaki nodded in thanks to Gojo, who seemed to be in a good mood if he was offering praise. “Have you been meditating?”

“Salmon.” He replied enthusiastically. Panda was rubbing the side of his face where Inumaki had punched him earlier.

“This is going to bruise later.” Panda said, leaving us all staring in his direction.

“Panda’s don’t bruise.” Nobara retorted, voicing what the rest of us were thinking.

“Salmon.”

“Just because I’m not human, doesn’t mean I don’t bruise.” He yelled playfully. Maki rolled her eyes, not keen on being the referee in another argument. Inumaki’s stomach growled next to me, I giggled as his cheeks reddened slightly when we made eye contact.

“Hungry this time?” I asked playfully, slightly elbowing his arm. He smiled a toothy grin.

“Salmon.” He replied. This was definitely going to take some getting used to.

“On that note, who wants lunch?”

We returned to the classroom, Inumaki staying beside me until we entered. He pulled out a small bag that held what I was assuming some sort of food inside. His smile made my face redden. He hadn’t zipped his collar back since the fight and I was able to see his facial expressions clearer than I could before. He walked to his spot in the back, motioning for me to follow him. I obliged, intrigued by the silent blonde male.

I sat beside him, allowing for Yuta to take my seat up front. Inumaki pulled a box out of the bag he had been holding. Looking around, I saw everyone had had some sort of food with them. I had felt singled out, being the only one unprepared.

“Tuna.” I heard from beside me. My attention returned to Inumaki who was holding out a small onigiri in his hand. He pushed it towards me, offering it to me. My cheeks flushed at his kindness. I shook my head slowly.

“Im really not hungry, Inumaki, but thank you.” I smiled, not wanting to take food from the person who suggested we eat lunch in the first place. Like the traitor it was, my stomach growled loudly. He chuckled, shoving the onigiri into my hands. His fingertips grazed my palm, sending a shock of what I wanted to call cursed energy through my skin. I flushed red, taking a bite as I did so. I moaned as I tasted the onigiri. I must’ve been hungrier than I had anticipated.

“Did you make these?” He nodded, offering me another. I eagerly took it as I finished the other.

He pulled out his phone, typing away as he had done this morning. I felt my phone vibrate from my pocket.

“I enjoy cooking, I like to think I’m rather good at it 😊.” I smiled at the text he had sent me.

“I think you are too, Toge.” His face reddened slightly. He averted his attention to the onigiri, eating one himself and smiling at his own culinary abilities.

“Salmon?” He asked, i assumed he was asking for my approval. I nodded eagerly in his direction.

“They’re amazing.” We smiled at each other once more.

As the day had come to an end and we all retired to our rooms, I had a small frown lingering on my face. I turned the lights on in my room, hoping to keep the darkness at bay for a while longer before my attempt to sleep. I decided to shower and hopefully clear my mind a little.

My thoughts lingered on the darkness for the majority of my shower. As I scrubbed myself clean of the dirt from the courtyard and the invisible germs I had started to wonder more about my own cursed energy. Was I really able to do the things these students had been doing earlier? Or was there some sort of mix up and I was just a normal human being. The incomparable strength they had in order to fight in hand to hand combat was one thing, but the stamina to concentrate cursed energy and fight all at the same time was something I couldn’t entirely wrap my mind around.

I ran my hands through my hair as I dried it, detangling it and staring into the mirror in front of me. My thoughts wandered further until I heard a small ding from my phone. It was Yuji.

If you need me tonight don’t hesitate to call me, you probably don’t know where my room is yet, I’ll come to you. I’m turning in for the night, but I mean it. Sleep good, y/n!

I smiled at his message, sending a quick thank you before shutting off my phone and returning to the mirror in front of me to do my skin care.

Another ding interrupted my thoughts once again, thinking it might have been Yuji, I unlocked my phone to see what the commotion was about. To my surprise, Inumaki had sent me a waving emoji. I smiled, my stomach fluttering and leaving my mind blank.

Inumaki 🍙! : 👋

y/n: Hi Toge!

Inumaki 🍙! : Do you usually eat breakfast?

His question threw me off, it wasn’t what I was expecting whatsoever, but I went along with it.

y/n: not usually no, but I probably should 😅

Inumaki 🍙!: okay! Sleep good, y/l/n, im headed to bed.

I tapped my chin, grinning about the conversation but being just as perplexed about it. Why would he ask me something so random? Especially as I was about to sleep.

I turned out the lights, trying not to think about the things that lingered in the shadows that I was unaware of. I shook my head, focusing on the comforting warmth of the sheets that surrounded me.

I stared blankly into the darkness, deciphering the shapes that I was still not completely familiar with. I find it hard to tell what things are real and how much of the black I was hallucinating because of my horrid imagination. I knew outside cursed spirits couldn’t enter Jujutsu high, Gojo had explained that yesterday, but something Yuji had said didn’t sit right with me

I wanted to make sure nothing came after you.

Was it possible for such a thing to happen here? Should it be something to worry about? Or should I simply just prepare myself in case the time arises.

My thoughts lingered for a while, I knew my mother had been widowed before I was born, but I wasn’t sure the situation completely. My step dad had always been my father, I didn’t consider him anything other than that, but was it possible I had been born into one of the Jujutsu clans and been completely unaware of it? I just couldn’t understand why they hadn’t told me or bothered to reach out to me after dumping me off here.

The room had started to spin, I felt a hot tear roll down my cheek without my consent. Why had all of this happened so suddenly? I thought I would’ve been happier here than back in Tokyo, and while I am happy with my new friends, why had my entire life been flipped so mercilessly so quickly. It felt like the door had been ripped from the hinges, or my home had been pulled from the foundations and placed in a new spot.

Ding!

Was that my phone? I had forgotten it was there.

I thought I told you to call me if you needed anything, at this rate you’re going to wake the whole school up. I’m coming over.

Before I could respond, my door was opened frantically by Yuji.

“Y/n, are you crying?” He hurried over to my bed to wipe the tears from my face. I sat up, attempting to compose myself in front of Itadori. He stopped me, sitting on the foot of the bed.

“What are you thinking about y/n?” He asked. I suddenly felt like a therapy patient.

“Everything, Yuji.” I let another tear fall as I pulled my legs to my chest. He smiled at me slightly.

“I know it’s hard to process, you’re going to struggle with that for a while.” Silence rang loudly after he said that. I allowed myself a shallow breath.

“Do you think I’m going to fit in here? I haven’t figured out anything about my parents, about my past. I don’t even feel like I fit in with them very well anymore. I don’t even feel like I know them. I dont really feel much of anything other than that if you want me to be honest.” He looked at me genuinely, sweeping over my features.

“I think you’ll be just fine. I’m sure they don’t mean any harm by it.”

“But do you think they care anymore? Do you think they ever did? Why would you dump your own kid in a place like this with no guidance, not even a word of affirmation after the ordeal-“ before I could finish my sentence I was being crushed by Yuji’s embrace. He held me there, letting me cry on his shoulder without release.

“I don’t know the situation, y/n, but I do know that you’ve made friends here and we all care for you, even if it is your second day.” He pulled away from me, smirking a bit. “I’m sure Inumaki would argue with you if he heard you speaking such nonsense.” My heart thudded at the mention of Inumaki. I wasn’t sure why my pulse increased or my cheeks heated, and I wasn’t exactly sure why I didn’t argue with my body’s decisions to do so.

“What does Toge have to do with this?” He smirked harder at me, wiping the remaining tears and poking my cheek.

“If you haven’t already noticed, he seems quite fond of you. He never offered any of us his number except Yuta, and that was an exciting encounter for sure. Toge doesn’t do social interaction with other people, y/n, much less willing sit beside them after a training session.” My gaze settled on his face, he was being genuine. I figured Toge was only being nice to me, but here I was being proven wrong again.

“It’s only my second day, Yuji.” He glared at me, puffing out his bottom lip.

“We’ll just have to see then. But you seem to like the thought of being on his mind. Either way, I got you to stop crying so I see this as a win in my book” he flashed his teeth at me. I grimaced.

The rest of the night was spent with me tossing and turning with Inumaki on the back of my mind. I hated the thought of someone already being fond of me, I hated it so much that I found myself enjoying the thought. I hated the way my cheeks reddened when he touched me, when he spoke to me. I hated the way that I wanted to text him in the middle of the night when I needed guidance for these sort of things. I also hated the fact that he was surprisingly a good cook.

I glared a hole in my door, someone was knocking on it in the earlier hours of the morning. Thinking it was Yuji, as it usually was, I went to open it and was met with a fragrant smelling Inumaki. I let out a gasp.

He had a small box in his hand with a smile on his face. He was in his pajamas, not bothering with the uniform yet, so his face was completely uncovered and visible to my eye. My face flushed completely as he motioned for me to take the box.

“Tuna, tuna.” He said, waving it in front of me. Reluctantly I took the box, eyeing him carefully. He started at me expectantly, waiting for me to open it. I did so, smelling the contents before seeing it. I covered my mouth with my hands to stifle another gasp from escaping my lips.

“T-toge you didn’t need to-“ he grabbed my hand, earning my attention once more. He shook his head vigorously to show me that he wanted to, I didn’t need to worry.

My eyes trailed back down into the box, it continued a few croissants inside with a small note that had a smiley face on it. I smiled back up at Inumaki, who smiled happily back at me.

“You need to eat.” He mouthed to me, keeping me focused on the way his lips moved when he did so. His violet eyes seemed to glow as he looked at me. I couldn’t help but blush further, he still hadn’t let go of my hand and I was overly aware of it.

“Thank you, Toge.” His face reddened and his eyes darted to the side. He nodded slightly before dropping my hand and giving me a wave. He then darted back down the hallway, leaving me speechless with my door wide open.

The day continued something like that. Toge also made me lunch, forcing me to take it regardless of how I felt about it. One thing was for certain, and that was that he knew what he was doing in the kitchen; but why had he bothered to do so much for me? His eyes had dark circles under them, leading me to believe that he had stayed up to do this for me. I couldn’t help but feel guilty regardless of how generous he was being.

Yuji continued to give me smirks throughout the day, as well, which didn’t help the way I felt towards Inumaki’s kindness. Though, it left me wondering, maybe Yuji had a point. Maybe I liked being on Toge’s mind.

[riahlynn101]

Whumptober 2024 - Originally for Day Twenty-two, but I'm using it for Day Eleven: "Oh, That's Not Good."

Word count: 1,325

Trigger warnings: blood, major character injury, and implied past trauma.

Fandom: FNAF movie (post-canon, Alternative universe - FNAF 2 movie).

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Footsteps thundered down the hall in hot pursuit of two intruders. 

Vanessa did her best to support Mike, but her side still hadn’t completely healed from her last altercation with her father. He slumps against her, blood pouring from the head wound he sustained from Mangle swinging down. It bleeds sluggishly, staining her police blazer. 

“C’mon,” she said, both to encourage herself to move faster and to rouse Mike just the tiniest bit. “Almost there.”

Mike muttered something under his breath, but she couldn’t hear him. Not over the metallic bang, bang, bang hurrying down the hall, and certainly not over her own racing heart. 

They sound so close now. 

If they head to the front entrance, one of the many animatronics will capture them. She bit her bottom lip, considering. Vanessa really, really doesn’t want to spend a minute more here. But Mike’s in no condition to fight off animatronics or do anything, actually, other than trying to fight unconsciousness. 

She made her decision, ducking into the girl’s restroom. Mike grunted, falling to his knees. Not a second later, footsteps pass the bathroom, still in pursuit. 

The bathroom is dark, only lit by the lights in the hallway, and she has to squint to make out Mike’s face. 

Vanessa sighed. She held her side. They removed the stitches a little over a week ago, but it still aches whenever she bends wrong, or in this case, has a grown man reliant on her to keep him standing. 

Mike looked up at her. He held a hand over his wound, trying to prevent any more blood from falling in his eyes. “Got a plan?” Though, with the amount of blood he lost, he came out as less coherent, “plan got?”

She shook her head. “Not really. The best I got is waiting until six, but that plan comes with it’s own problems. Namely,” she motioned to Mike’s forehead, “your injury. We can’t wait around and hope it’ll stop bleeding.”

“‘M fine!” Mike declared, a little too loudly for her tastes. 

She hushed him, putting a finger to her lips. “Shhh….do you want to attract more attention?” If he answered ‘yes’ she wouldn’t be surprised. Especially in his state, but even before that. 

Mike stared at her, oddly serious for his answer of, “nuh, uh.”

“Then keep your voice down.”

It’s hard to say which one of their decisions led to this, but Vanessa would point to Mike’s insistence on applying for the so-called “new and improved” Freddy Fazbear’s pizzeria. He wouldn’t tell her why, and the uncertainty of not knowing drove her to “babysit” him during his first couple shifts.

The first day went by without a hitch. A couple animatronics meandered down the hall, stopped by a mask or flash, and the music box almost stopped playing a few times when Mike got too deep in conversation with her and the other night guard (an apparent former co-worker of Mike’s named Jeremiah or “Jeremy” for short). 

The second day Jeremy called in, so they found themselves alone. The quiet of the pizzeria only made the loud movements of the animatronics much more obvious, and the lack of another person made it so much more clear that Mike’s motivations in returning ran deeper. Much, much deeper. 

She tried to press him, but he remained adamant that he needed extra money because hours were being cut at his construction job. A lie that would have sold a lot better if not for the fact it’s the middle of summer.

Not long after that Mangle descended from the ceiling and hit Mike square in the forehead. Thankfully, its large teeth didn’t get him, but Vanessa found herself wincing at the clang sound that rang out. 

In the present, Vanessa pulled out her phone. After the encounter at the last Freddy’s, she never goes anywhere without it. Unfortunately, though, her bars are nonexistent. 

“I have no service.”

Mike said nothing, and for a second, she feared he might have finally passed out. 

“Mike?” Vanessa worried. “Are you still awake?”

“Barely,” he complained. 

“Oh, that’s not good. That’s really not great.” Being a police officer, you see and hear so many different things. Some good, others neutral, and a fair amount bad. And a head wound with no first aid in sight is on the bad list. 

“I’ll be okay,” Mike assured her, even though his speech continued to slur. 

She ignored him. “We need to get out. Now.” Pressing her ear against the door, she listened for more footsteps, or weird radio noise. Except she heard nothing. “C’mon,” she said, getting to her feet. “The coast is clear.”

Mike groaned. She could only imagine the raging headache he must have. 

Carefully, she helped him lean against her better side. You know, the one that didn’t get stabbed by her immortality-obsessed father. 

Opening the door, she peeked outside. Still nothing.  

She hurried from the room, not wanting to try their luck by waiting. The front entrance shouldn’t be too much further. Vanessa did her best to support Mike, and he helped her by holding himself up somewhat. Not that it helped the ache in her opposite side, but it did help her move faster. 

By the time they got to the lobby sunlight started streaming in through the large windows facing the parking lot. From where she stood, Vanessa could see Mike’s car. She never thought she would be so happy to see that old rust bucket. 

“Almost there,” she muttered. “Just have to keep…” Vanessa trailed off, distracted by the sound of rustling fabric. It stopped just as soon as it had started, and when she looked in the direction of the noise, nothing was there. 

“Wha- happening?” Mike sounded worse than ever. His words were slurred and his body sagged against her. 

“Nuh…uh…nothing. Keep moving.” Whatever it was coming from she didn’t care. All she wanted to do was escape. 

They moved across the lobby, slightly crouched because she feared Mangle making another swipe at them. Mike wouldn’t survive another one, and if she got hit it would make it harder for them to move. 

But every so often, like whatever was making the noise was doing so on purpose, the sound of rustling fabric filled the lobby. She did everything in her power to move them faster. If she strained her neck, she could see the front door. Almost there. 

Footsteps clambered somewhere within the pizzeria. She didn’t care, as long as they stayed away. Mike was practically dead weight at this point, head lolling forward. Only the constant movement kept him from falling unconscious.

The rustling fabric grew louder, sounding much more closer. She didn’t dare glance back in fear of what would be waiting there. 

But she didn’t need to worry about it for much longer. She touched the front door, leaning into it like a security blanket. With a trembling hand, she pulled on the door…..

….and pulled….

….and pulled some more….

“No!” She leaned Mike against the door. “Come. On!” Vanessa yanked on the handle, unwilling to accept defeat so easily. 

A shrill high-pitched robotic voice sounded out. Out of instinct she held her hands over her ears. “Eck!” She turned. The marionette stared at her, simultaneously having no expression but conveying so much to her without a single word. 

Vanessa gasped. She stumbled to the side, temporarily forgetting Mike who had slid down the length of the door. The fear of what this thing could do to her overrode her need to help Mike. She ran away, clutching her side. 

What she didn’t notice as she ran away, however, was that the puppet didn’t chase after her. Its vacant gaze locked on Mike’s unconscious form. Long, claw-like fingers brushed over the still bleeding wound.

A softer robotic noise sounded from its mouth, and it locked its hands around one of Mike’s arms, dragging him to the prize corner. 

[pikachu78109]

If Turo and Sada were alive

Okay, so this is just a quick post on this ‘what-if’ thought that I’ve been thinking about lately. I played through Violet (and about to do it again twice), so the whole twist of Turo (or Sada) being dead and instead having this AI in their place has kind of stuck with me.

After a couple of months of sinking into this Gen, I couldn’t help but wonder what would’ve happened if Turo or Sada were still alive in like a sort of AU. An alternate universe where both professors are still alive yet still committed to their work. It’s a small (though major) change where Arven knows that his parents are around, though not enough since they would be into their research, somewhere in Paldea.

In any case, both would be different in the topic of parenthood yet both are completely equal in terms of mediocre parenting.

With Sada, since she’s more of an adventurous type of gal, I don’t see her nearly as present to take care of Arven. She’d be off in Paldea doing research, possibly journeying down to the Great Crater at some point to build the Time Machine. Despite her being away constantly, she might manage a phone call or two to check in with Arven, though their conversations barely last an hour, let alone ten minutes. It’s usually just small talk.

Whenever Sada comes home, which is very rare, there’s a bit of a reunion of sorts. Sada would be so open about her travels to Arven and Arven doesn’t mind at all. In a way, Arven is a bit like Sada. He loves the outdoors, he loves adventuring, and likes to discover new things (that is, related to cooking). As for physical affection, Sada would more likely give warm side hugs and maybe ruffle Arven’s hair playfully. Sada’s form of affection isn’t coddling but borders on being friendly, like she and Arven are acquaintances rather than mother and son.

Does Arven wish that Sada would act more like a mom? Sometimes, but he’s learned to just accept that Sada isn’t the mother that he wants her to be. As for Sada, while part of her wants to stay with Arven, the other part of herself yearns to keep adventuring and researching, pursuing her goals and dreams. She knows that she’s not the best mom, but that doesn’t stop her from doing what she has always done. Her and Arven might not have a close relationship, but despite that, they maintain a bit of a connection that appears here and there.

Now as for Turo, well….

The best way to describe the relationship between Turo and Arven is that there’s no relationship whatsoever. Sada has the decency to acknowledge Arven, even talk to him and show affection here and there. Turo, on the other hand, is the epitome of a dead beat dad who more focused on his work and prioritizes his time to his job. Whenever these two cross paths, it’s an awkward and frustrating experience for both of them, but mainly for Arven.

Turo doesn’t always express his interests to Arven, thinking that he wouldn’t understand or at the very least care. He doesn’t think that Arven would share his fascination with the future and other progression in technology that he studies. To be truthful, Turo doesn’t really know who Arven is as a person. He knows that Arven is his son, but him taking on a parental role never crossed his mind at all. He’d been around at the Lab in the lighthouse and raised Arven for a few years. But after that, the parental role sputtered out and Turo longed to get back to his work.

To be clear, Turo does not resent his son. It may seem like it, but in actuality, Turo doesn’t seem interested. Arven rarely speaks to his dad, knowing full well that he’ll never pick up the phone when he calls or reply to his email. As sad as it is, Arven knows that his dad prefers to spend time doing work than be with him. Sometimes Arven would ask questions about his work, but Turo would give short replies that are vague at best.

If anything, Turo just leaves and doesn’t come back unless he absolutely has to. And whenever he returns, the welcome back is nonexistent and Arven just knows that it’s routine.

As far as I know, this idea doesn’t deviate too much in terms of Sada and Turo’s actual character and their relationship with Arven. They are two people consumed by their goals and perhaps fleshing them out a bit more to explore more of that parental side (or lack thereof) would be interesting in an AU where both professors are alive.

I don’t know. Again, it’s just a silly thought.

[etrefurieuse]

you  guys  remember  the  time  where  some  people  asked  to  send  them  a  password  hidden  in  their  rules  as  proof  to  have  read  everything  ?

[lesbianelinordashwood]

3. rant. Just do it

Ok sorry this took me 5 billion years to answer but I just didn't have the spoons to rant about what I wanted to rant about nor did I think it was the time for me to do so but here we go. I originally thought about doing my issue with The Untamed but you still haven't finished lol and it is pride month. So I decides to do my issue with the in general lack of WLW rep especially the lack of diversity in it. Like there is a problem with the fact that the very limited amount of content is like 4 categories IMO Good light-hearted (the smallest category), Good but Sad(like I love films that fall into this category but like its hard when most of your good rep falls into this category its mentally draining), Fetishized and just Bad(think B99, The Fosters, Gentleman Jack, anything by Ryan Murphy, etc). And like its just sad to me the state of wlw content like so much of it is blatant copaganda or abuse or just other problematic stuff. But even outside of the bad there is a lack of diversity in wlw content like yes we got The Handmaiden, The Half of It and Rafiki which are all amazing but no where near enough. We also lack trans rep in wlw content outside of Euphoria(which has a whole lot of problems its self) I have never seen anything with a trans wlw in it which is a huge problem. Really any non Christian religion wlw rep is almost nonexisten and when we do get rep its very obviously not written by people in our communities cough the bold type cough. Also just so much else is missing like disability rep. Then just getting into the lack of variety in the stories its like white women period dramas (like I love a good period drama everyone knows I love a good period drama but like they leave out so many potential great movies due to racism and biphobia  like how have we not gotten a Josephine Baker anything but they have a whole series kissing the ass of Ann Lister who was a classist awful person who irl is awful, manipulative and abusive towards her partner including her romantic partner in the show) CW trash and like very little else. I just hate watching stuff and being like I wish I had something like this but wlw. And I never feel like I see me in most of the small rep we have.

[jiminfthearts-blog]

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[redacrechorus]

[CHORUS MEMO]

Wayward Children

We have been recieveing a huge influx of reports on, “wayward children with mystical powers that can alter reality.” (Yes, thats the actual report). These special children have been witnessed as, “being able to run for ridiculous periods of time, taking huge falls and shrugging them off, and hilarious and/or silly antics.” Other have stated that, “Although the kids do not appear to be evil, their respect for other peoples property is nonexisten and their reckless abandon knows no bounds.” Please be aware of these children and continue to send reports if you witness such an event.

Remain vigilant. We speak as one.

[camillelafaye]

closed for @nastyass

The days passing now, despite even the minor pleasantness of it at least being warm, all wound up in themselves, and churned out into nothing over  g r u e l i n g  exercises in her temper’s patience. Camille’s fuse was so easily ignited, her tethers were far too taught and frayed, her inferno never was the slightest spark away from roaring up and out of her to consume any in her path of destruction. But the progress that she’d made was showing her steps forward exponentially improved.

This didn’t mean, however, that relapse was nonexistent: as was proven by this latest shoulder collision with another nameless, suited woman... who evidently harbored no intention of even pardoning herself.

“Bitch--!” Camille barely gnawed out this scathing curse, her own rendition of what would have been another’s ‘how dare you!’, before her own shove came to the other’s back. The power of her biceps and thighs alone was enough to LAUNCH the woman forward, and off of her balance enough to send her stumbling well into the traffic pole she’d been hastily making toward.

“Yeah--you damn right, I did it!” Camille responded verbally to what only an accosted look in her direction had translated from her target, daring the woman to provoke her further. The notion was absolutely welcome, so far as Camille were concerned. “SAY som’. I wantchu to.”

Though, fear and better judgement on the woman’s end dictated her hurrying away, rather than accepting the offer, and leaving Camille alone (or in unseen company) to hiss her grievances of this entire state’s population to herself for release.

[orchid-151]

35. What are they like as a friend?

36. What are they like as a partner?

Jay, Mason, Orchid, Smith

As a friend, all four are loyal... However...

Smith is that one friend who will try to talk you out of doing something stupid...

Orchid would try to comfort you...

Mason would grab you and drag you away from doing something stupid...

Jay would tell you to do a flip...

As partners...

Smith would cuddle you and tell you things would be alright...

Orchid would still tell you when your wrong but would let you do the stupid thing and remind you that you should listen more...

Mason would fight with you, only to hold you close and (depending on who was right/wrong) would comfort/apologize...

Jay would murder... And tell no one.

[fiftythreecrimes]

The days of the USWNT relying on individual skill to get by and win are slowly coming to an end. The program is not short of talent - but other teams and their development programs are catching up. Women’s football is getting more competitive. Look no further than Canada in another Algarve Cup final, producing talent like Fleming, Buchanan and Lawrence. Spain being in that final, too. England getting better. France not underachieving for once with this group of talent. Netherlands, Sweden, Australia, etc are all threatening in a tournament. The USWNT often win in spite of Jill’s nonexistent tactics. Nobody on the team played with a purpose in this tournament because they looked lost thanks to Jill’s mediocrity. I don’t expect her to get fired anytime soon but let’s not forget that Sermanni got fired for a lot less. It’s not good enough to say “it’s a process” when Jill has no plan and hasn’t since the WC win.

[ayabaopensky]

Emotions

Just another lost voice amidst the masses. Trying to catch up to a future that has already past us I hit pause on life but the pain continued. All the pain ever did was try to silence me I went from being awkwardly shy to fully embracing the silence to thinking about a silence so deep my existence was nonexisten. Those days are not far behind me. those days still come some days And i familiarize myself with them only to realize that this old friend was never a friend Silence i was dying and even asi write this so many parts of me have yet to be ignited Discouragement sits upon my shoulder and cracks through silence Speaking of the impossibility I'll face if i just try to speak. The magical reality that i use to have has been burnt down to ashes And I'm building from nothing Nothing like i have nothing Nothing like i can't spend nothing to but something Nothing like i am nothing trying to become something And right now all that i feel is hurt. this is the worse pain i have ever felt because right now in this moment i have nothing top live for at all😭😢

[orchid-151]

1. Age, Birthday, Star Sign

2. Gender Identity

Mason, Jay, Orchid, Smith

Mason

Age: 26 (mental Age: 52)

Birthday: ??? (Revived: October 25)

Star Sign: Scorpio ♏ (acts with hints of Leo ♌)

Gender Identity: He/Him (Male)

Smith

Age: 25

Birthday: April 21

Star Sign: Taurus ♉

Gender Identity: He/Him (Male)

Jay

Age: 25

Birthday: April 20

Star Sign: Taurus ♉ (acts like a Gemini ♊)

Gender Identity: ??? (You can call them she/he, they will answer you regardless... They don't care.)

Orchid

Age: 24 (Mental Age: 49)

Birthday: February 9th

Star Sign: Aquarius ♒

Gender Identity: She/her (Female)

[orchid-151]

⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?

For orchid, jay, smith and mason

Orchid: Trends to try and think about a way out...

Jay: Headlong with a smile... If the situation gets worse, immediately regrets it... Repeats.

Smith: critical thinker... PANIK!

Mason: Talk, think, plan... Doesn't work, smash with Hammer.

[orchid-151]

🥰 - Is your muse good at telling when others have feelings for them? Jay, Orchid, Smith, Mason

Jay: tends to not pay too much attention... Mostly oblivious until you tell him...

Orchid: she can pick up on possible hints unless you are really careful to not let her notice...

Smith: he's the easiest one to pick up on your affection for him. He would try to act normal but would easily get flustered.... Funny because he can be suave when it comes from him showing you affection.

Smooth when giving, flustered when receiving.

Mason: used to be he would act a little like Mason when it came to receiving affection once he picked up on it, it would take him a while.... But now, he would catch on quickly and act like he didn't notice...

[orchid-151]

💐 - What small things go a long way for your muse? What small favors can someone do to get on their good side?

💝-What's their love language?

For mason uwu

For Mason... Well...

In his original concept by CrescentTrinity (Twitter) he is an artist, so I think that he would appreciate it when you bring/sell cheaply him clay. He is a Stonemason so I want to keep that part intact from his original self.

Love language... (I don't know how to answer that question 😭) umm... Holding hands... If you're talking about an actual language I would think Spanish....