#the writing in me go brrr

[majorproblems77]

Well, now I have to make a Zelda puzzle....

I dont think I'm experienced enough of a Zelda player for this

Whoops?

Does anyone have any fave dungeons I can get some references from?

[xisadorapurlowx]

[hearts4lilith]

currently thinking about how tommy said that ctommy waking up underwater every day in exile was a metaphor for his mental health, and that the further and further out to sea he got and the further he was sinking the more deteriorated he became and eventually he would end up unable to resurface had they not done something about cdream.

currently thinking about how if ctommy couldn't resurface, he'd drown in his own thoughts, believing his friends and family all hated him. nobody would see the kid they once knew in him anymore. maybe he'd never be seen again at all.

currently thinking about how ctommy saw one anxious, forgetful enderman lad, roped him into a crime, and took 100% of the fall when they didn't get away with it. ctommy could have ignored the situation. he didnt have to go to ctubbo and say "it was just me, man". as cranboo said, he could have said it was all him. there was evidence it was him.

but i think that after everything, ctommy would still be unable to live with himself if it'd been cranboo in exile instead of him. on the surface, he's a child. a soldier and a veteran and a criminal, yes, but still a child.

but beneath that, he's learnt. he's decided he'd rather throw himself into trouble than let his friends go through any amount of suffering.

i think that if cranboo were to ask, "why did you do that?" ctommy would sigh, that familiar shaky sigh we all know, and he'd speak quietly in reply, "i know what some of those bastards are capable of. i'd rather go through all that than have you do it for me. plus, it wasn't your fault."

or maybe that's just me.

[holy--milk]

people be like "stop calling mxtx a genius, she's not even the best author in her particular niche",

and i'm like "but have you considered that i don't care if she's not objectively the best author as long as she's able to write characters and stories that make me go Insane for literal years?"

[godnectar]

showered, getting sleepy + entering chilling mode, and now 'm somehow fighting the urge to ramble + shitpost abt yandere santa, dilf ver. 🥴

[good-beansdraws]

Mutual left this tag on one of my Fuuta analyses and yeah...

Part two of "Fuuta’s central theme is invasion of privacy and he has extreme anxiety over being watched, so it's interesting that we get to pick him apart and see all his worst, most private thoughts" :(

[lawva-girl]

A Taste of Her

Nami x fem!Reader

Happy pride month :D

Warnings: cunnilingus, fingering

WOMEN omfg women! Also Nami?!??? I just know you two would have nightly catch ups, the two of you just sitting with eachother talking about nonsense, staring into each others eyes in a straight way.

WC: 2764 (I went crazy i fear)

Nami looked like an angel. She was sat in the bathtub, bubbles surrounding her. It looked like she had just finished her shower in the Sunny’s large bathroom. It has been a hot and miserable day. There were two storms Nami had to navigate the crew through, and zoro was sick on top of that. The whole crew was tired and scared for him.

You decided to care for Nami instead.

“Hey, do you want me to braid your hair?” You asked her, through the slightly cracked door.

“Uh okay… you aren’t charging me right?” Nami asked back.

You opened the door, closed it, then made your way to the shower. Before stepping in to rinse off you shed your towel and call out to her, “I wouldn’t dream of it!”

The shower water was cool, something you needed. Nami (and you for that matter) usually took incredibly hot showers and baths. After a day like today? It was nice to have the cold wake you up before you relaxed in the bath.

You rubbed soap onto your body with a portion of netting, making sure to scrub and lather. Once you finished you turned the water off, and took a deep breath.

You liked Nami, a little too much. Ever since you had joined the crew you felt like you two were magnets. Always sitting together during meals, often going the same places once on an island. You liked to say it was to protect her. You almost always had two guns on you, and you could use them incredibly well.

If anyone would protect her it would be you. It just felt like you two were very fast friends. But there were moments. Undeniable and quick, Nami would say something and you suddenly forgot how to breathe.

If it was a quick “your eyes are beautiful” or if it was her running her hand up your inner thigh, it didn’t matter. You were sure they meant something to her, like what they meant to you.

“Hey! Are you doing it or not!?” Nami yanked you from your thoughts.

Finally leaving the shower you strolled over to her, grateful she wasn’t glancing behind her to see your fully exposed form.

“Sorry sorry, here move forward so I can braid it.”

Nami slid forward smoothly, and you slipped into the water directly behind her. Thankfully you had a hair tie left on from your own ponytail. Looking at it you wondered if it would have Nami’s red hair left on it when she was done with it. You wondered if your own hair would tangle with hers, on the hair tie.

“Okay I’m gonna do one, look up.” You spoke while running your fingers through her hair.

“Okay… random question, when was the last time you got fucked?” Nami looked up and you saw the top of her eyebrows, they were lifted with curiosity.

“Uhhh probably a while before I joined. How about you?”

“No way! You don’t get any?”

“No not really… it’s hard to find my type.”

Nami paused, letting you braid a bit more.

“Wait what is your type?” She essentially threw the question and ran, she spoke it so fast.

“I’d say women who… well I guess just women honestly.” You said, mainly focused on making sure the braid came out well, “like there’s not a woman I wouldn’t love to be with? They are all just so, lovable.”

Nami grimaced, most likely due to the braid.

"how is that hard to find?" Nami asked, using a tone between disbelief and anger. you knew the anger wasnt directed toward you, more towards the world, on your behalf

"well most women are into men, nami." Your tone matched hers, and the two of you laughed. You figured she realized once you said it, and got less angry.

The silence washed over the two of you, Nami was relaxing onto your hands and under the water, onto your thighs. You felt her soft skin brush against you, and the water move around the two of you.

Her hair slightly curled around your fingers, you would probably make a journal entry about it later. But in that moment? You were happy.

Just braiding her hair made you happy, feeling her slowly rest more of her weight onto you. Seeing her slightly fall asleep, due to you braiding her hair.

You tied the hair tie around the end of the braid, her orange hairs curling around it. It was like they knew the tie belonged to you.

“Okay, now you tell me why you asked” you spoke with a playful tone, trying to cover up the fact that you were dying to know.

“Well it’s just that today made me so stressed and I swear I’m gonna kill sanji, I just need like some type of physical contact you know?” She laughed then sighed, you couldn’t look away, “like I just need something to tide me over till the next island. I’ll probably use my hairbrush or something.”

You were blushing, embarrassed at the thought that instantly flooded your head.

“Yeahh.” You looked awkwardly to the side.

“What? You seem like you want to say something.” Nami moved a little closer to you, the bubbles were clinging to her thankfully.

“Nothing. It’s embarrassing!” You turned to look her in the eyes and she was much closer than you thought.

Startled, you lowered yourself into the water more, now covered up to your lips.

“Tell me!! You can trust me!” Nami copied you, using the water to level the ground between you.

“Okay, okay! I basically thought that if you really wanted I could help you.” You raised just to speak, then immediately hid under the water again.

Nami did not seem like she wanted to joke anymore. “Oh yeah? How exactly would you help me?” She stood up and was almost entirely exposed to you, her tone was deeper and unmistakably flirty.

“Oh uhm like I could do things, physical things," pause... "to help you relax! Like a massage, or maybe I could force franky into building a massage chair! Or like I could find you a guy to fuck! Haha so many things!”

This was pathetic.

Sure you realized she was being flirty, but she did that with guys she had no intention of sleeping with too.

"How on earth would you get me a guy to fuck when we're in the middle of the sea?" Nami moved one step closer.

"I want to relax y/n... you told me you would help." Nami's voice came out as pure honey to you, and she made the whole situation worse by leaning towards your ear to say so.

Your head was the only thing above water, your eyes wide staring up at Nami. You were processing just what her intentions were, and your mouth was slightly open in shock.

You blinked once or twice then nodded yes to her.

She laughed, then got out of the water and grabbed a towel. She layed it out next to the edge of the bath, and sat on it. "Are you good?"

You stood a bit more, your chest being completely exposed now. (You were desperately trying not to think too much about it.) Taking a second too long to answer her question, since you were trying to comprehend it.

"I'm uhh... well why don't you decide?" You were desperately grabbing at any confidence you could find, but your voice betrayed you by going shyer and more quiet.

"What? you're mumbling."

"You should find out.. or whatever" Thankfully you were louder, and felt some rush to be more confident. You had looked to the side, but you'd take it.

Nami chuckled, and you looked back to her. She had a blush on her face and you decided you wanted to see it forever.

Feeling the previous rush of confidence, you put your hands on her legs. The area just above her knees was so soft and plush that you could see her skin dimple under your hands. Glad you chose that spot, you pushed her legs gently open.

She was beautiful all over apparently. Her pussy had a small bush around it, her lips pressing out just a bit. They looked like they wanted a kiss. You didn't want to stare too long so you pushed yourself up, placing your lips just above her knee, directly above where your hand was still placed.

You started kissing her leg, running your hands up and down her thighs as you did. Feeling her skin was unbelievable since she was still so soft from her shower and bath. You had closed your eyes, to focus on how her thighs felt on your lips, but you realized she might be blushing so you kissed and looked up towards her.

"hey don't... y/n..." not only did she have a blush still plastered on her face, she was also smiling and looking down at you before you even truly met her eyes.

You didn't listen, and kept staring while moving your way up her thighs.

Nami showed her embarrassment and frustration in one move of her hand. She put a hand in your hair and pushed gently, forcing your head back down. You laughed into her thigh before continuing your kissing tour.

Finally, you reached her hip, finding her bikini line and sucking. Nami let out a small laugh, that slowly morphed into a heavy breathing the longer you sucked. Feeling her pull your hair a bit, you took the hint that she was ready to move on. You brushed your hand up to her hips, giving them a small squeeze before pulling her thighs a bit more apart.

You looked up at her and situated yourself more directly in front of her. "You're so beautiful Nami..." your voice was deep and you were shocked at just how horny you sounded.

You kissed just above her pussy, feeling her hairs tickle your nose. then you moved down and placed one long and slow lick. If there was anything you were doing it was definitely savoring this experience.

She gasped when you started the lick, and you would've too, had your mouth not been occupied. She didn't taste like flowers or candy, she tasted just ever so slightly tangy. In another world it was definitely a flavor you would beg to taste nightly.

You finished with flicking your tongue on her clit, and she gasped again. "hah two gasps on one lick? so sensitive, aren't you nami?"

You looked up at her, surprised to see her smile gone and her breath heavy with pleasure. Despite you barely even beginning.

"Shut up its been a second, and you got me all riled on purpose."

You chuckled back, before going back towards where her hole was. You looked up at her and placed your tongue on her. Waiting a second before moving your tongue just barely inside her, then dragging up to just below her clit. You closed your eyes and kissed, before sticking your tongue out again and licking her. You were pretty sloppy here, but it was almost more for you than her. You took a second to lick her different folds, then found her bundle with your tongue, eyes still closed. You pressed flat against it before going a bit more pointy with the tip of your tongue and flicking.

You increased the speed a bit, and switched to sucking every once in a while. You brushed your teeth against her, then sucked a bit with them and your lips. She moaned, and the grip she had. in your hair tightened. You kept sucking there, drinking in her sounds.

Wanting to enjoy yourself too, you moved back down, taking another long and slow lick. Getting the chance to taste all the hard work you were putting in. She moaned again, this time a little more like a whimper. Like she was begging for more.

You used this opportunity to lift her leg on to your shoulder, using one hand to keep it there and the other taking advantage of the new open space. Sliding in one finger, your palm facing up.

"fuck Nami, you feel good." You didn't look up at her to tell her, instead saying it into her pussy so that she could feel the vibrations directly from your vocal cords.

"Y/n..." she said your name like a cry for help, and you knew what she was asking for.

You slid your finger out, putting it in your mouth. You looked up at her as you licked it clean, "You taste so amazing, I feel like I could eat you till I die." The hand she had rested on your head pushed you back down, a bit more forceful. "You are so embarrassing".

You laughed into her and slid your two middle fingers into her, "Tell me about it baby". You once again let her feel the vibrations, hearing your reward immediately after. Her moans sounded so sweet, they sounded even sweeter once you started fingering her and sucking on her clit at the same time.

You were pressing up onto her g-spot, moving your fingers on and off it in a 'come here' motion. She started humping your face a bit, so you figured she was getting closer. You started alternating between sucking, pressing your lips onto her, and licking fast. You felt her hump at a specific rhythm and tried to match it with your fingers.

She moved her other hand to your head and you felt her clench around your fingers.

"Y/n just like that... fuck please... don't stop" Her voice came off as needy and whining and you couldn't be happier.

Then it all aligned, you pressed into her with your fingers, sucked on her clit, and grunted into her. She gasped and let out a louder moan and jutted her hips into your face.

You felt her wetness spill onto your chin and your hand, giving her clit kisses while she came down and had some residual twitches onto your face.

Feeling her lay back and breath heavy, you slowly put her leg down to let her relax fully. You kept your hands on her thighs, tracing shapes into them while you watched her. Her chest was moving up and down, all you could do was sit and watch her.

You were frozen, not knowing what friends do after one of them get eaten out.

"Uh.. id say you are good... uhm... hmmm" Nami's voice was deep and she was still breathing pretty heavy. you were kinda amazed that you were the only reason for her state of being.

"Want me to lay next to you? Or we could get you to bed?" You asked, poking her thigh to make sure she wouldn't fall asleep right then and there.

"What? I don't get both?"

You liked Nami, a little too much. If she asked for all the money you had in that moment you would hand it over, "Yeah you can get both.."

You got out of the water, and grabbed two towels, first making sure yours is secured, then wrapping Nami in one as well. You bent over to her ear, "im gonna pick you up..."

Nami didn't even open her eyes, and you lifted her, bridal style.

Once the two of you were back in the girl's quarters you layed Nami into her bed, "Do you still want me to join you?"

"OF course! come here.." Her tone was more demanding than before, and she forced a hand onto your arm. while she was pulling you, you glanced over to robin. She had the widest smirk on, giving you a knowing glance as you fell onto the bed.

You figured it was obvious, the two of you in towels and Nami being carried, but seeing robin's face made it clear that soon everyone on the ship would know.

But that didn't matter. You could smell namis hair, the braid you did for her still holding up beautifully. Her wavy orange hair was curling around the hair tie still, so you figured you would give it something better. You held the braid in your hand, and the curl wrapped around your finger.

You put your other hand around Nami, it falling somewhere on her waist. Nami did you two the favor of pulling the covers up over your bodies. Once they were covered, the two of you twisted together like threads in a blanket.

This is how you were meant to be.

[blametheeditor]

Do you know how much the thought of giant Eggs and tiny James makes my brain go brrr????? Idk why they are so silly.

They're that one duo where you don't think they would cause much trouble together, but the moment you let James supervise Eggs is the moment chaos reigns. But when the quote unquote 'responsible' one is tiny?

First Aid

Content warnings: Cursing. Blood. A small injury being treated as a much larger one. Trapping someone against their will. Mentions of violence and murder.

Anon, please accept my humble offer

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“You locked him inside a room with a vent!” 

Oh shit.

At the sound of Circus Baby’s yell that was both a curse toward her incompetent subordinates and a warning that the ’him’ being spoken about is no longer safe, Eggs Benedict stops trying to be as silent as possible in order to book it. 

Which you would think it’s hard to crawl through vents quickly! Not for this guy, though. He was born to use vents to escape from his responsibilities and murderous animatronics.

Normally he wouldn’t be too worried. Despite the fact the Funtimes have rarely ever seen him use doors despite having access to them and therefore he no longer needs to crawl through the dust covered air ducts, they fail to remember just how much he prefers them. It really only ever becomes a problem when he’s being actively hunted down either for fucking with the wrong animatronic, or if it’s Tuesday and therefore it’s their scheduled weekly kidnapping. 

Well it’s Tuesday. And Eggs escaped in record time. Meaning he. Is. Screwed. 

“Motion detected near East Hallway.” 

“Fuck!” the mechanic hisses as he quickly crawls toward the nearest vent that leads out of the metal maze. Which isn’t ideal since he might end up landing himself directly in front of the larger animatronics, but he’ll take that over the Bidybabs. Those fuckers bite and they always steal his wallet! 

“Better run, Eggsy!” a voice taunts that becomes distorted as it echos, followed by the nightmarish sound of something crawling after him at mac 20 speed. 

He doesn’t reply, instead carefully turning himself around so he can kick the vent opening into the hallway out. One glance behind him and he sees who he’s pretty sure is Bidy rounding the corner. Without hesitation, he grabs the edge of the vent before launching himself out. Slides out into the hallway on his back as he flips off the animatronic. 

Good news! The Bidybab’s won’t be chasing him anymore! Bad news, he sees an all too familiar silhouette standing at the very end of the hallway. 

“Eggsy!” confirms it’s Funtime Foxy. So instead of getting his wallet stolen, he’s going to be used as a living chew toy. 

“Foxster!” Eggs greets as he springs to his feet, angling himself so the moment the fox so much as shifts, he’ll make a desperate sprint for the office. “Did you hear how Fred fucked up this time!” 

“I did not,” she grins as teeth as big as his hand and as sharp as a blade glint in the flickering light. “I’d love to hear more, though.” 

“Well this dumbass had completely forgotten to pat me down after he snatched me out of my chair,” the mechanic explains as he makes wild gestures with his arms to help paint the scene. “What was I supposed to do, not try and disassemble him when my screwdriver was already in hand? It was like he was begging for it!” 

“It wAs LIkE hE wAS BegGInG foR It,” Funtime Freddy mocks back in a perfect coping of Eggs’ voice. Which, in his opinion, was completely unwarranted. He’s trying to tell Foxster how the bear essentially let him go free! 

In retaliation, Eggs shouts back “Well you were!” 

“I was not!” is a little louder from before, but there’s still enough distance he doesn’t need to worry about Fred just yet. 

“Were too!” 

“Were not!” 

Eggs’ next yell is cut off by Foxster teleporting an entire inch closer as the hallway light flickers off. He tries to play it cool, act like he didn’t notice the animatronic moved, but the way Funtime Foxy tilts her head says that she knows that he knows that she’s about to pounce. 

And with that, the mechanic turns on his heel and sprints. Immediately the sound of heavy machinery chasing after him echoes through the halls, giving the impression he’s being hunted down by a t-rex rather than an animatronic. 

Truthfully, he’d prefer the dinosaur, but beggars can’t be choosers. Especially not when he isn’t nearly fast enough to outrun Foxster. But he doesn’t need to be quicker, just smarter. 

So when he hears the distinct sound of a hydraulic pump locking intto place, Eggs doesn’t hesitate to hit the floor despite being only five feet away from the office and essentially home free. Because he doesn’t care who you are, no one can outrun Funtime Foxy’s lunge. But you can certainly evade it! 

Exhibit A: Foxster jumping right over him and slamming into the wall. 

“HA!” he shouts as he leaps to his feet and runs into the office. “Snooze you-!” 

Eggs gasps involuntarily as a claw suddenly appears to grab his arm. Not out of fear because it means he’s about to be dragged back out into the hallway, but from he sheer audacity. At the fact someone’s being a sore loser despite how he clearly won fair in square. 

He quickly yanks his arm away to keep it out of an iron grip that would be impossible to escape from, and belongs to someone not nearly as dumb as Fred. Suddenly becomes frozen when it ends with him getting grazed. 

Foxster freezes the moment she realizes too. Watches Eggs closely as he stares down at his arm. 

The moment a tiny bead of blood appears from the single inch long cut, he screams. 

“I’m sorry!” Foxster immediately apologizes her ears flatten. “I didn’t mean to, that was an accident!” 

“You maimed my arm!” the mechanic wails. “This is going to take weeks to heal! I’m going to have a scar!” 

“I’m sorry, why are you screeching like a banshee?” Baby demands as she storms down the hallway. Eggs thrusts his arm toward her the moment she’s by the office doorway with an expectant look. Instead of consoling him, she gives a flat look. “You got a paper cut?” 

“No!” Eggs shouts, absolutely appalled by the severe lack of concern. “Foxster maimed my arm! I’m going to need stitches! And a blood transfusion! Do you how much my doctor is going to up-charge me on this!” 

The clown animatronic gives a fierce glare. “If you're doing to a doctor for that, then let me give you a real reason to visit a hospital.” 

Eggs’ mouth drops open as he cradles his injured arm close. “I can’t believe how heartless you are! I don’t want to see you for the rest of the night!” 

“Don’t you dare-!” 

He doesn’t let Baby finish her sentence, punching the door button as a sheet of pure metal slams into place. Then, to ensure she knows he means it, he hits the second button to effectively seal him inside the office. 

There. Now he can tend to his life threatening wound. 

“James!” 

Eggs carefully opens the top left drawer of his desk to reveal a first aid kit. Not just any kit, though. One that he has been carrying around for a few months now. That’s small enough to fit inside his pocket. Is capable of being useful in all situations despite only containing a few band-aids and cleaning wipes. 

Though that last part is only possible when certainly qualifications are met. And thank goodness tonight is one of those nights. 

After sending a stack of papers flying across the desk, Eggs gently sets the first aid kit onto the cleared space. Flips the lock to reveal a meager stash of medical supplies, and a tiny figure a little taller than two inches looking up at him with interest. 

“You called?” James greets from where he sits in a designated compartment, curled up with a book in his lap. 

“James I’ve been wounded!” Eggs cries. “You have to help me before I bleed out!” 

“Oh, this sounds serious,” the on call doctor for Fazbear Corporation murmurs gravely. The one who isn’t normally found inside a first aid kit, but that’s only because Scott has absolutely no creativity. “Let me see.” 

Eggs obediently sets his arm down on the desk, tilting it toward the minuscule man who carefully climbs over the kit’s plastic walls in order to get a better look. The mechanic is then left holding his breath as James puts a hand on his chin thoughtfully before humming as he looks over the scratch about half the doctor's size in length and no thicker than the width of his palm. 

After a minute, Eggs can no longer handle the suspense. “Tell it to me straight, Doc, how bad is it?” 

“I won’t lie, few have ever recovered from such an injury,” James admits. Looks up to sadly shake his head at the expression of pure devastation hovering directly above him. “I will do everything I can, but it might not be enough.” 

So...this is it. The end of Eggs Benedict. Even though he has accomplished a great many things, there is still so much he could have done. And now, he will never be able to. 

Eggs lets his forehead thunk onto the desk from despair. Appreciates James’ attempt to console him by patting his cheek that most likely has gone pale from blood loss. 

“Is now a bad time to bring up how much the operation will cost?” 

The mechanic carefully turns his head so his left temple is pressed against the cold, hard, unforgiving surface. Goes cross-eyed as he tries to focus on James standing a few steps away from the tip of his nose. “Depends. Are we talking an arm and a leg?” 

The doctor sighs. “We might as well be. A single standard sized adhesive bandage and a drop of antiseptic is expensive of their own, not including the fee for my services.” 

Eggs huffs through his nose, making James’ brown hair ruffle as the doctor raises an eyebrow. But rather than turn away the only person who can save him, the mechanic shutters dramatically. “Do what you must.” 

He’s rewarded with a smile and a pat on his nose before James walks over to the first aid kit. 

Not wanting to miss the show, Eggs lifts his head up before putting his uninjured arm up on the desk to rest his cheek on his fist. Now he has a perfect view to watch James haul himself into the kit filled with items taller than him. 

“Mind if I ask how you acquired such a devastating injury?” James asks as he kneels down to lift up a bandage wrapped in plastic. Proceeds to stand it up before letting it fall at an angle against the kit’s wall. 

“Someone was a sore loser and tried to cheat even though I made it to the office,” Eggs explains as he glares at the closed door to his left. “My arm was nearly cut cleanly off.” 

“I see,” James muses. It looks like the doctor wants to say something else, but he pauses to flip the selected bandage over the wall so it slides onto the desk. The doctor then jumps out after it. “You know, despite the situations you find yourself in, I’m surprised I have yet to see you get hurt enough to require stitches.” 

“Hey, I’m careful!” 

“Oh yes, very careful,” almost sounds like James doesn’t believe him. “But, and I hate to say this, it doesn’t seem like you necessarily need me.” 

Eggs gasps at the declaration that him kidnapping an easily pocketable doctor and putting him inside a custom made first aid kit to be readily available to tend to any kind of wound is unnecessary. 

And, well, maybe James is right about Eggs not needing a portable doctor, but Mike certainly does! This is just a trail run. How else would he know what kind of things the first aid kit needs? Or how to make the area dedicated for the doctor as comfortable as possible? 

Honestly, it’s like no one is at the same level of genius as he is. “Uh, yeah I do. I’m currently bleeding out right now.” 

Despite them currently running through a super serious scenario in which time would be of the essence, James stops the laborious task of ripping away the paper surrounding the bandage in order to blink up at Eggs. “You do realize you can’t keep me inside that first aid kit forever.” 

“And why not?” 

“Cawthon would start asking questions,” has Eggs tensing up at the realization his entire plan could fall apart if Scott catches wind of it before it’s ready to be field tested. Good thing James doesn’t notice his fear, the doctor going back to wrestling with the bandage. “Like why I’m not there to stop Schmidt from going home without first receiving proper medical attention.” 

Fuck! That’s one of the fifty reasons he’s doing this in the first place! If he proves this method hurts Mike instead of helps then he’ll never get the funding! 

“Well, it’s not forever,” Eggs quickly counters. “The first time I grabbed you, it was only for a day. And this time it’s only been for a week!” 

“And I can guarantee he’s suspicious of my ‘no injuries’ reports,” James says as he finally manages to shove the packaging away before grabbing the bandage to drag it toward Eggs’ arm. 

The mechanic groans in defeat, letting his head fall back onto the desk. “Scott takes the fun out of everything.” 

He feels a sympathetic pat on his arm before the odd sensation of minuscule shoes climbing up make goosebumps appear. Turning his head to better see the doctor, Eggs watches as James pulls the bandage up onto the arm next to the waiting cut. Proceeds to methodically jump down on one side to peel off the tab to reveal the sticky part, carefully maneuvers it so he doesn’t get caught in the glue before flattening it down, then repeats the same thing on the other side. 

Once he’s finished, James places the two tabs with the rest of the packaging as he carefully folds everything together. Turns to his patient with hands on his hips and a smile. “There, saved your life.” 

The mechanic slumps in relief. “How can I ever repay you?” 

Eggs hesitates at the thoughtful look. "How about an entire month of not having to worry about you grabbing me when I’m tiny.” 

“Well that’s just cruel,” earns him a shrug from James. 

“I did say it would be rather expensive for my services today.” 

Eggs sighs long and hard, grinning when he manages to completely mess up the doctor’s hair. “I guess that’s fair. Ooh, can I least take you to Mike first!” 

It’s definitely too soon to do a proper field test, and it’s a 50/50 chance whether or not Mike would join in his mission on making James portable, or end it all right then and there. But, if he manages to play his cards right? He could have something beautiful on his hands. 

The doctor looks between Eggs’ innocent smile and the first aid kit before narrowing his eyes. “You’ll take me to Schmidt?” 

“I swear,” definitely isn’t said with his fingers crossed. 

James still looks skeptical. “Right now?” 

Eggs glances at the clock. Curses when he sees it’s 5:55, meaning he was supposed to leave ten minutes ago if they wanted to catch Mike on time. “Yep!” 

The doctor doesn’t try to avoid the pinching fingers that carefully snag him off the desk, nor does he struggle or attempt to jump back out of the first aid kit once he’s plopped inside. Instead he simply gives a look that says if Eggs betrays him, the mechanic isn’t going to like the consequences. 

It’s a good thing Eggs has absolutely no desire to, at least in a way that will actually get him into trouble. Because trust him, James can be terrifying when he wants to be. And he’s only 50% sure the doctor had meant to be scary when he commented about knowing the most efficient way to knock someone out if they need to be. 

Though, then again, he could’ve been talking about Mike instead of some super fancy technique only doctors know about...point is, don’t cross James! 

After Eggs carefully shuts the kit and slips it into his pocket, he pauses to press his ear against the door to listen for any sign of an animatronic waiting for him. When it seems like the coast is clear, he punches the button before jumping away in case someone tries to grab him. Pumping his fist in silent celebration at seeing the hallway completely empty, he books it toward Ballora’s auditorium. Waves a goodbye at the ballerina as he runs straight through it to the staircase. 

After taking the stairs two steps at a time and running as quickly as he can about halfway across town, Eggs manages to make it to Fazbear’s Pizzeria in time to catch Mike before he went home for the day. It comes at a cost, however, that be him hunched over and panting like a dog as the veteran night guard stares down at him with keys to lock up the restaurant in hand. 

“You better not be running from trouble, fucker.” 

“Not...from,” Eggs tries to explain as he gasps for air that refuses to fill his lungs. “Running...to.” 

“If you’re dying, Snitches isn’t here to stitch your ass up.” 

The mechanic shakes his head before finally straightening up, flashing a grin at Mike’s raised eyebrow. Taking a deep breath as he brushes his hair back, Eggs points to the taller man. “See, don’t you just hate it that whenever you need James the most, he’s just never in the right place at the right time?” 

That grabs Mike’s attention as a smirk appears. “I don’t, but Phone Guy’s been asking where the hell he’s been all week.” 

Oh shit. “Well then I’ve got the perfect solution!” 

Eggs presents the first aid kit with a flourish before his entire pitch comes crumbling down, opening it before Mike loses interest and assumes it’s nothing special. 

It takes a moment, but then blue eyes brighten as the smirk morphs into a smile. “No fucking way.” 

“Morning, Schmidt,” James greets as he carefully sits up after looking like he had been thrown around. “I was worried we missed you with how bumpy the ride was.” 

“Oh, right,” Eggs hisses at the realization running might not have been the best idea while in possession of a portable doctor. “But hey, no concussions!” 

James gives him a flat look. “No, just contusions all across my arms and legs.” 

“...is that bad?” 

“Yes that’s bad.” 

“I’m keeping Sitches,” Mike announces, not leaving any room for argument as he plucks the kit out of Eggs’ grasp. But instead of helping James climb out, the veteran guard looks it over before gently closing the lid to watch their doctor disappear from sight. Latches it shut with a hum. “He can breathe and shit?” 

“Oh yeah, he’s got plenty of air,” Eggs reassures. “And he won’t get hurt as long as you don’t run with him.” 

He can see Mike think it over as he opens the kit again, which means at the very least he won’t get in trouble for putting his coworker inside a first aid kit after kidnapping them for a week. 

“You okay, Snitches?” 

“I’m fine,” James says. “I would just prefer that never happens again.” 

“Deal.” With that, Mike begins to close it again. 

“Schmidt, wait-!” 

The doctor’s cry is silenced by the latch snapping into place. And then the first aid kit is carefully slid into Mike’s chest pocket as Eggs waves his hands excitedly. “Great idea, right?” 

“Hell yeah it is,” means he’s got his backing, baby! “Mind if I keep him for a while?” 

“Of course not,” Eggs grins. ”As long as you cover me with Scott.” 

“He’ll be glad Stitches can send in a report today,” Mike smirks, which means he got off Scott free, baby! “But if Phone Guy says he needs his goddamn doctor back, no more shoving him into a goddamn kit.” 

Hey, all he wants is for Scott to give it a try! If the fossil can’t see the brilliance of it, then that’s on him. Eggs is just glad someone sees his vision. 

“Deal!” 

Mike gives a lazy salute. “See you later, Been A Dick.” 

Eggs does a quick celebration dance as the veteran guard starts walking home. Briefly stops to check his phone when he hears the distinct tone he’s assigned for his coworkers. Feels dread flooding through his veins as he reads the most foreboding text he will ever receive in his lifetime. 

J- I’m telling Scott

Welp. Time to rewrite his will so James doesn’t get his prized random collection of screws he’s acquired across all Fazbear locations, most are which are from David’s desk and it’s a miracle it hasn’t fallen apart yet. Tattle tails don’t deserve such an honor. 

[entomolog-t]

GtWAC Day 1:

Reblog your go to comfort fic

If you have not read The Stranding (and by extension, The Rescue) by the darling @belethlegwen you are deeply missing out! The sheer amount of content is truly a blessing, and considering its still being updated?? ASDFJHSLK

Belle is an incredible story teller, and this shines through in her writing so well I feel like I'm getting flashbanged by talent.

You know that typical writing advice about not introducing too many characters, especially early on as it divides the reader's attention?? BELLE STOMPS ON THAT.

AND

IT

WORKS

I genuinely can't get over how much I am in love with her characters. I must admit- I am the typical reader with one too many bonks to the head that can't seem to focus on/ remember/ care about more than 3-5 characters- that is not the case here.

Every character she introduces has my interest piqued- each one feeling alive and at home in their setting. And its not just likeable in the sense of "oh I'd be friends with them" (and she absolutely has many characters I'd love to be friends with)- its these raw and real characterizations that make you like them as a character.

They have their own mystery to them too- even if its not direct. Her characters make you wonder more about their past and why they act the way they do. They can be frustrating, immature, stubborn, even cruel- but they feel so deeply real.

Both written works from Sizeable Ship Wrecks are among my favorite things I've read- both inside and outside of the G/t sphere to the point I feel as though I could shamelessly recommend this to someone outside of the G/t community and be confident they would enjoy it.

[kaerinio]

i love how . . . every time i sit down to write . . . the bright sword calls my name.

[nellasbookplanet]

I know I'm about a decade late but I've been replaying the Mass Effect trilogy for the first time since I was a teenager and I'm going absolutely bonkers trying to figure out if the endings are actively and stupidly working against the core themes of all three games, or if they actually thematically work but in the bleakest way imaginable.

All three endings are the embodiment of what we've been fighting literally from the start. In ME1 Saren thinks the Reapers cannot be defeated and so strives for Synthesis, thinking it will save us but not realizing he's already been indoctrinated and has basically willingly turned himself into a husk by the end. In ME2 & 3 the Illusive Man thinks destroying the Reapers would be a waste and that we should instead control both their technology and them as a species, ignoring that this is not only a heinous thing to do but also incredibly arrogant, seeing as anyone poking at Reaper technology gets indoctrinated. Both Synthesis and Control are actively argued against by the very narrative. That in combination with Destroy being the only ending in which Shepard survives, it’s no wonder many fans seem to consider it the only "true" ending (and it’s also not very surprising the indoctrination theory got so popular).

But Destroy comes with its own issues. Aside from the ethical implications of only being able to win by committing genocide against your own allies (synthetics in general, geth and EDI in particular), like with the other two it seems to be actively argued against throughout the narrative.

You are the strongest at the end by striving for cooperation throughout the games, showing time and again that destruction isn't necessary. You save the krogan from extinction, stop the geth and the quarians from wiping each other out. From Javik we find out that the strength of this cycle compared to his is the diversity and cooperation between alien species; from the Leviathan DLC as well as the history of the geth and of EDI we find that synthetics are only violent by mirroring their creators, and can be peaceful just as much as organics. And yet here is an ending arguing for completely wiping out all synthetics.

Assuming the writers were not actually trying to work against their own themes, this makes all three endings incredibly bleak. With the constant emphasis on making hard choices throughout the trilogy, is the point that there is no way to achieve a truly "good" ending? That you'll have to compromize your morals or your allies or both to stop extinction? That Saren or the Illusive Man's solutions could have worked had they not been corrupted, similarly to how synthetic implants (a step toward synthesis) did not automatically corrupt Shepard (with Kai Leng as a foil of cybernetic implants instead leading to indoctrination), or reaper code upgrades didn’t automatically corrupt EDI or the geth?

But if so, why are all endings presented as... happy? Why is Synthesis lifted as the epitome of evolution and peace while never touching the sacrifice of agency in the name of survival? Why does Control lift the "power in control" and "wisdom of harnessing the strength of your enemy" while ignoring the ethical implications of basically indoctrinating and enslaving the reapers in turn? Why does neither of these endings lift the risk of them turning sour the way they did for Saren and the Illusive Man? Why does Destory lift victory and rebuilding while ignoring the literal genocide that took place to allow for it? None of these are presented as bittersweet endings in which morals had to be sacrificed in the name of survival and a better future, but they also work against the themes in such an obvious way that I refuse to believe the writers didn’t notice. There must be more to it.

[personalzombie-tv]

There's so many things i wanna say re: informed consent and aftercare in regards to ttrpgs and other roleplay situations but i can not get the ideas in the right order. Gonna give it my best shot though.

A lot of people who suck have been yelling on tiktok about consent surveys and checkins becoming more popular with mainstream DnD. And like- it's just like in bdsm really. You gotta know what you're getting into, provide continuous consent to it, and have a way out if it gets to be too much. The only real difference between sexily pretending to be someone's maid or whatever and pretending to be an orc in a massive collaborative storytelling session is the content of the pretending and how likely anyone involved is gonna get their rocks off to it. It's still the same kind of effect on the brain and you're gonna be processing emotions that come from that. It's super important to know exactly what to expect and be able to set hard (and soft) boundaries about what you are and are not ok with experiencing there.

There's a reason safewords are considered so important in a lot of bdsm circles even when the scene isn't a situation where a plain "no" might go ignored. It's an immediate stop and return to the real world outside of the play. Having that in non-sexy rp is an amazing tool. It lets the gm or other players know "hey this needs to stop now" without having to say those words or worry about whether it's a full stop or a pause. It pulls everyone out immediately and gets them on the same level. I think anyone who's unexpectedly encountered more than they could handle in a game can appreciate the ability to do that.

The thing I haven't seen talked about as much as that though is the concept of aftercare. Like, especially in high rp settings where emotions are running high you gotta be able to take the time afterward to calm down. You need to be able to talk to your friends and remember you're playing a game, they still care about you even if your character and theirs just tried to murder each other. Maybe it doesn't get talked about much cause there's no real word for it that doesn't have the sex connotation but we really should be. I've seen first hand how dropping after intense rp can hurt someone and leave them not wanting to continue playing. You gotta make room to take care of your friends. Especially in online gaming where you can't exactly just hand them a slice of pizza and tell them how well they did acting and how much you love them.

I don't know how to end this. I've just been thinking a lot about these things. I'm glad consent forms and check ins are becoming more normalized in the gaming space. Good for everyone that that's happening even if the old guard dudebros are pissed off about it

[pancakes-with-grounded-hazelnuts]

hsr: references to jingliu, jing yuan, and yanqing's backstories. interpretations + hcs roughly based on anything up to 1.4

(hi i don't make proper theories or analyses. i just scream my feelings into a void in a chaotic barrage of words.)

thinking about sword family again.

how jingliu’s readiness to teach anyone swordsmanship regardless of fame, talent, or circumstances transformed jing yuan’s life. i think about little jing yuan, whose passion for swordplay went against his parents' wishes, whose talent leaned far more into cunning than the blade. and yet jingliu acknowledged his desire to learn and acknowledged him as he was. even now, he still speaks of her with respect and fondness.

i then think about how jing yuan now, many years later, is mentoring a student of his own, yanqing. a boy with no known background but had a fiery passion for swordplay. how he went against public opinion to give him opportunities on the battlefield at a young age. the dubious ethics of this aside, i can see little yanqing felt his passion and abilities acknowledged.

i think of them being acknowledged by their masters, for not only their strengths and weaknesses, but their dreams. i can imagine a great sense of hope dawning on them. they will never forget it.

(extra headcanony territory) and then i picture, the student of her student, standing before her, hungry for another contest, hungry to learn more techniques from her. he knows she's deemed a criminal by the xianzhou, he knows her past is full of painful complications beyond his comprehension, but through all that, jingliu is still a brilliant swordmaster, and that's what matters to him. he will acknowledge her as she is. he will cut through her punishing memories with his sharp tongue. "what's the holdup? it's time for swordplay!" and she will smile the sweetest and most sincere smile she had for years, for there's fun to be had.

and so the cycle of hope has come full circle.

>> disclaimer: i might be too paranoid about this, but i feel the need to note that the positive way i wrote this (and other posts) doesn't mean i think what these characters do for each other is necessarily the best or healthiest (even by in-universe standards, let alone my own). i acknowledge the flaws and greyness of this world, but i prefer to read them in the context of its own setting and focus on the positives for a lot of these posts because it gives me the most joy.

[glitzybunny]

New profile picture just dropped!! >:DDD

Made it flippable, I think it's pretty neat if I do say so myself~

[essektheylyss]

saw Chuck Tingle, he signed my writing journal, love is real, I have been inspired with joy to write again, ABSOLUTELY PUMPED

[zonecode]

Me reviving a blog for the specific purpose of writing a fight thread? It's not as surprising as you'd think!