#this is kinda like how does Bill = William but not at all actually

[ostriches-because-i-said-so]

So, Audrey and Aubrey... What dumbass parent switched up their d's and b's and created a new name??? More importantly which name came first! This is like the, "Which came first the ostrich or the egg?" but with names!!!

[elliesappetite]

Doctor Williams is in the house (Inspired by Grey's Anatomy) - Prologue

FREE PALESTINE

Doctor Ellie Williams x surgical intern reader

Rating: 17+ (Age Gap - Ellie is 38, Reader is 28)

Summary: you slept with Ellie Williams after a night out. You're a surgical intern, what could possibly go wrong? (Doctor AU)

a/n: hello!! it's been a while but i've been so busy that i just haven't had time to sit down and write! But i'm here now! Also i'm no doctor so there will be inaccuracies but i'm trying to make it accurate!!

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The game. They say either a person has what it takes to play, or they don't. My mother was one of the greats. Me, on the other hand...I'm kinda screwed.

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It feels like just yesterday when you were buried under a mountain of textbooks, your nights filled with tears and sleeplessness, all in pursuit of passing the board certification exam. All those gruelling hours have finally paid off.

Now, here you are at the bar, surrounded by your old friends Jess, Micah, and Lily, celebrating your new role as a surgical intern at St. David’s North Austin Medical Center in Austin, Texas.

“I still can’t believe you’re actually a surgeon!” Micah exclaims with a grin, giving you a playful punch on the arm. You chuckle, shaking your head. “And I can’t believe you’re back from the big city of Seattle, man we missed you.” Jess adds, you give her a smile in return.

“I’m not a surgeon yet, just a surgical intern. I still have a year to go before I’m official,” you correct Micah as the man just shrugs. “Still, that’s really impressive. I don’t think I could ever be a surgeon.”

“Yeah, because you’re not exactly known for your brains, Micah,” Lily teases, taking a sip of her beer. “She’s smarter than all of us put together.”

“I’m not that dumb,” Micah protests, but his voice trails off as Jess speaks up.

“You know what we should do? We should get you laid.” Jess’s suggestion raises an eyebrow. “And why should I do that?” you ask, nursing your half-finished vodka-cranberry.

“You haven’t been with anyone since Esther dumped you for that guy, what was his name? Denver?” Jess teases. “Dallas,” you correct her with a raised eyebrow. “Right, Dallas. Who does that?”

Rolling your eyes, you watch Lily chime in, “I think I need to find someone too. Ever since the whole mess with my parents, I definitely need to get out there.” She starts scanning the bar for potential matches.

As the trio continues their banter, you let your gaze wander around the room. Among the diverse crowd, your eyes settle on a striking woman sitting alone at the bar. Her beauty is captivating, as well as wanting to sit on her face-  as she looks back from the cricket game on the TV, her eyes meet yours.

She gestures for you to join her, patting the seat next to her. With a quick excuse to your friends, you make your way over and sit beside her, immediately drawn to the intoxicating scent of her cologne.

“Howdy,” she says, her voice low and inviting.

“Hi there,” you respond, enchanted by her slight southern accent.

“I noticed you with your friends,” she leans forward, resting her elbows on the bar.

“Oh, yeah?” you lean closer. “Yeah.” She takes a sip of her drink. “I didn’t want to interrupt a pretty girl like you while you were with your friends.” You blush at the compliment. “Pretty girl,” she called you.

The conversation flows effortlessly, and before you know it, you’re completely absorbed in her presence, losing track of time.

“How about you come back with me?” you ask, your newfound confidence perhaps fueled by the alcohol or just by her allure.

She finishes her drink, places a twenty-dollar bill on the bar for both of your tabs, and smiles. “Sure, pretty girl, lead the way.”

You both stand up, grabbing your things and heading toward the exit. As you glance back, your friends give you thumbs up, and Micah winks at you.

The night unfolds in a blur of excitement. You barely remember getting to your place, but the passionate encounter you shared is etched vividly in your mind—it was nothing short of heavenly.

If only you knew what the future would hold.

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You wake up on the couch and pull a blanket off the half-naked woman on the floor, wrapping it around yourself. As you glance at her sleeping form, you nudge her with a pillow, causing her to grunt and stir. She lifts up your bra, confused.

“This…is…?” she mumbles.

You grab it with a sarcastic smile. “Humiliating on so many levels. You have to go.”

Sitting up and adjusting her crooked sports bra, she flirts, “Why don’t you just come back down here, and we’ll pick up where we left off?”

You scoff softly and head toward the kitchen. “No, seriously. You have to go. I’m late, which is definitely not how you want to start your first day of work, so…”

The woman looks around, puzzled. “So, ah, you actually live here?”

“Not exactly.”

“Oh.”

You sigh, pouring yourself a coffee. “Yes. Kind of.”

She dresses in the clothes from last night. “Oh. It’s nice. A bit dusty. Odd, but nice. So how do you kind of live here?”

You walk past her, retrieving your underwear and bra. “I moved here two weeks ago from Seattle. It was my mother’s house. I’m selling it.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

You turn, confused. “For what?”

“You said ‘was.’”

You shake your head. “My mother’s not dead. She’s— You know what, we don’t have to do the whole thing.”

She crosses her arms with a smirk. “Oh. We can do anything you want—”

“No,” you cut her off. “Not the thing. No exchanging details or pretending to care. Look, I’m going upstairs to shower. When I come back down, you won’t be here, so, um, goodbye…um…”

You realize you don’t know her name.

“Ellie,” she replies. You shake her hand. “Ellie. Right.” You introduce yourself, and she repeats your name.

“Nice name,” Ellie says. “Yeah. Thanks.” Ellie moves closer, and you back away. “Mm-hmm.”

“Nice meeting you, pretty girl.” “Bye, Ellie.” You smile and flee for the stairs.

Ellie stands there, watching your retreating figure, wondering what she’s gotten herself into.

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The hospital looms large and intimidating. You used to know every corner of this place when your mother, now retired, was a doctor here.

Now, it’s your turn to fill those big shoes.

You slip into a room full of other interns—some nervous, some confident. It feels like stepping into a lion’s den. As you take it all in, you hear a voice. Dr. Isaac Dixon.

"Each of you comes here with hope, eager to join the game. Just a month ago, you were in med school, learning from doctors. Today, you are the doctors. The seven years you spend here as surgical residents will be both the best and the worst of your lives. You will be pushed to your limits. Look around. Say hello to your competition."

The interns exchange glances, sizing up the others who are all here to fight for the same goal.

"Eight of you will switch to an easier specialty. Five of you will crack under the pressure. Two of you will be asked to leave. This is your starting line. This is your arena. How well you play? That's up to you."

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Like I said. I’m screwed.

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[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

do you. have headcanons on bill’s whole god-henry thing.

Okay okay okay

The whole idea comes from that one line in the Silver Eyes (you know the one) but I do really really like how it interesects with Henry's role in the plot and themes

Henry does make life, and William is deeply in awe and jealous of this ability.

Up until the 70s it was just a regular type of envy/repect- if particularly pronounced. Bill does a lot of the coding for the animatronics and he chose coding because it's the area Henry is weakest in and he wanted to feel better than him. But obviously Henry physically creates the structure of the robots- Bill thinks this is really impressive.

Then the Springlock accident happens around 77'. I've talked about this extensively before but, basically, Henry had to pry the suit off of Bill and Bill got really weird about it- particuarly he felt like one of Henry's machines.

So Bill makes this subconcious connection between his own being and the animatronics Henry creates and he filters this through his rasied-Catholic-brain and comes to the conclusion that Henry is literal actual God from the Bible.

Now Bill's relationship with religion is complicated as a baseline and you mix in his waring feelings about Henry and it gets weirder.

God is real and I love him but he does not love me back.

This makes the worship/resentment ping-ponging he does more extreme. This also worsens over time as he spends more time away from Henry. He turns into a memory in Bill's brain and gets boiled down to these extremes as the memory distorts.

When he sees him again in 2023 in Faz-Frights these muddled, violent feelings manifest in wanting to kill him- as they do for Bill.

Henry guarding him in the afterlife doesn't really resolve this issue at all it kinda makes it worse- Henry finally being the one to actually kill him didn't help either.

So yeah he spends literally all eternity still being really fucking weird about his buisness partner.

[cherry-pop-elf]

I saw you say that you like Raver/Scenecore music, and it has me wondering if you have any thoughts for George and Fred (or even just the rest of the Weasleys too) for what sort of music they'd like?

Ooooo!!! Good ask good ask! I love music so much, and even studying piano right now! My final recital song is even Wizard Wheezes! ((My special interest is Weasleys, what can I say?)) So this is a super amazing and awesome ask! Thank you so much anon! I love love love love music!!!!!

Types Of Music The Weasley Siblings Listen To

William ‘Bill’

Bill is very much a Rock person. You’ll hear him listening to Ghost, Three Day Grace, My Chemical Romance, the classics like that. Just different types of Rock in general. Pop Rock, Rock and Roll, etc. Even go as far as to play an electric guitar. How did he manage to? I mean, magic. Who says you need to plug it in anywhere, when you can just produce magic itself to work it? Loves Alternative Rock Music. Favorite song? Gotta go with a classic like Mary On A Cross

Charlie

Of course he loves punk, and alternative, but he did mellow out a bit when he finally settled into his job. Playing softer music for the new born dragons made him come to love softer songs. Like jazz, country, and folk. So to kinda wrap it all together, he’s a Taylor Swift fan. He’s not a swiftie, but he does enjoy her music. He also loves to play guitar, many kinds, and even knows how to play the flute. Thanks to Hagrid. Playing the guitar, or flute, for the baby dragons is a passion time he wouldn’t trade for anything. Favorite song? 100% Taylor’s ‘No Body No Crime’ for sure

Percy

100% is the type to believe in the Mozart Theory. He listens to classical musics constantly. Such a nerd. Genuinely though, he does enjoy it. It helps him study and focus. So if you were to introduce him to the genre of lofi? He really would like it. Soft wordless music to play in the background, as he works. So he would be such a Stan for The Lofi Girl, if he was to say if he has a favorite anything

Fred And George

Big Band, Jazz, Swing, Techno Swing, they LOVE that high energy bop music. I mean, look at what their literal shops theme song is ((Fun fact, as I am writing this I am ACTUALLY playing Wizard Wheezes on the piano right now, for a recital!)) They gotta love that high energy music. Love it love it love it. Fred and George go nuts for Fully Dressed With Out A Smile. They also will break into Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better if given the chance. They especially loved singing that with Ginny, while growing up

Ron

He was invested in Rock, of course. The side effects of being a younger sibling to a big family, but Hermione helped him explore other interests as well. Helped him be more brave in what he liked. He does love Rock styles, but Pop Rock was more his branch. Pop just has a more fun energy to it. Different from his day to day life. Helps him stand out a little as well, since Bill is more into the alternative/emo/goth aesthetic types or Rock. One Republics ‘Run’ speaks to him a lot. Don’t tell anyone I told you this, but he also really likes Sk8ter Boy. Because it makes him think of Hermione. Shhhhh

Ginny

Musicals. She just can’t pick a genere. Growing up with six brothers gave her a love of different types of music. So if you ask her what she likes, she will say musicals. Musicals have so many types and moods. It’s perfect for whenever you don’t know what to listen do. In a romantic mood? High energy? Even depressive gothic? There’s a musical for it. She’s learned to keep her mind open, and invest in different interests. Her favorite song really depends on the mood she’s in, or vibe. But if you had to twist her arm, it’s gonna be that classic Merry Poppins Step In Time. It reminds her of her brothers, whenever they had to do spring cleaning together. If she’s sad, that song will ALWAYS make her feel better. If not? Clearly a imposter!

Bonus: Belladonna

Fun fact about me! I am currently learning piano! I just love music so much. Piano is also good for me health wise, because I have dexterity issues because of my muscle spasms. I’m practicing a recital song, and it’s Wizard Wheezes. Which I’ll perform as my final. I hope to post it on tumblr in the future. As for music I like? Scene/Ravecore and Techno Swing. I guess I just love high energy songs with electric vibes. Ironic, given I have chronic fatigue. Along with, ya know, trapped in a wheelchair. Slay. Thank you again anon! I love music so much, and I am forever grateful I have hearing to enjoy it. A really great ask!!!

[miralax-gatorade]

I know I ask this a lot but it's because I really like your Michael but can we hear More about him?

Youre "charlie likes horror movies and michael Does Not" has fixed my months long procrastination on how to deal with Michaels relationship with horror, so heres that:

Michael liked horror movies well enough when he was younger, but hated them as he got older. I don't think he hates horror as a genre; i actually think he would like the modern horror genre because a lot of it is focused on family tragedy, and he would find that relatable. (tho i think its funny because that subgenre was largely inspired by fnaf.)

He hates gore and body horror played for shock value, since hes lived a lot of those horrors himself, and it can trigger his ptsd. but i also think a more deeply rooted hate of those types of films comes from a lot of the villians being queer-coded, mentally ill, physically deformed, etc. which are all labels that apply to him and a lot of the people in his life. The heros are never as fucked up or as complicated as he is, or his friends are, or his father is

bit of a side tangent, but "queer, mentally ill, neurodivergent, etc villain vs queer, mentally ill, neurodivergent, etc hero" is like my favorite dynamic. Bill Cipher vs the Pines, Megatron vs Optimus (TFP specifically), William Afton vs Michael and/or Henry just to name a few

Though i think that Mike would really love the kinda cheesy childish horror. Jump scares, tacky halloween decorations, haunted houses, and zombies especially. The Haunted Mansion ride at Disney and The Nightmare Before Christmas? He LOVES that shit. He likes startling people and being startled. Its kind of a form of affection he locked away after the bite, but came back after getting Ev's forgiveness and learning he doesnt have to hate himself and never have fun for the rest of his life.

Hed probably have this really goofy high pitched screech followed by nervous, slightly crazed laughter whenever hes snuck up on/tickled from behind/jumpscared/generally not expecting something. He's got Henry, Charlie, Evan, and Jeremy constantly trying to get him to do the Goofy Screech. fun family vibes.

He likes messing with the weird cryptid hunters whenever they ask around town about him. like "hello are you aware of the utah purple man" "yeah man im pretty fucking aware of him"

[foreverinpanicmode]

💭 HEADCANNONS ABOUT PERCY WEASLEY

that i one hundred precent believe in and will forever protect.

let's start off with the fact that as a child he most certainly was one of the smallest. in his first year, he most definitely was four feet and two inches or something like that.

he didn't hit puberty until he was thirteen, he believed it was purely evolution and that he just simply grew overnight. however, if you had asked anyone else? they'd tell you that merlin took pity on him.

percy is afraid of failure. much like little hermione granger, percy fears that if he doesn't do well in anything he does that he'll be thrown out of school or rejected consistently by his peers.

he's a straight 'o' student, which is nothing new... except he's only a straight 'o' student because one time his brother fred told him that he was gonna grow up to be the stupidest person ever to exist ( out of anger of course.. fred was like five at the time and percy had blabbed to mummy ). and percy just had to prove his brother wrong.

percy absolutely loves music, and not classical music like most of the classic typical nerds either, but he enjoys listening to the weird sisters, and the hobgoblins. he's also a huge fan of a muggle band called coldplay.

percy is actually a very good cook and can cook just about anything you ask for, his mother began teach him when he was young and the hobby just kinda stuck around. he frequently cooked when his mother and father would leave for short periods of time and couldn't make it back in time to cook dinners.

percy hates nicknames, he only tolerates them from his family because he generally doesn't have a say in anything at all. he doesn't mind his friends giving him one but generally he just likes going by his name or at least the shortened version of it.

he loves cats. he would absolutely adore having a cat of his own, he's jealous of those around him because they get to be with a cat who loves and adores them on a daily basis while he gets a shitty owl who is on his last legs and can barely keep itself upright while flying.

percy was once a prankster like his younger twin brothers, he would go around playing pranks on his family and the family friends but after fred said those words to him once, he decided to put pranking aside and focus on school.

percy is an amazing writer and attempts to write his own novel about what it's like being a wizard in a family of seven wizards and not having a single space to just be alone in without someone needing something from him.

he never wanted to become a ministry worker, but several people made insults towards him about his career choice, so he chose something more attainable and easier to achieve.

percy is a lover at heart, but because of the way his peers reacted to love, he became the quiet lover who does things behind closed doors and prefers no pda out in public. but he isn't opposed to a kiss on the cheek or a peck on the lips here or there.

percy adores animals. any animal, domestic or non-domestic. he gets it from his brother charlie who spent a good chunk of his own childhood learning all he can about magical creatures and how ti care for them. percy actually had aspirations to become a magizoologist when he was very young but chose a very different path ( as seen above ).

percy and his parents have an odd relationship, while they both love all of their children the same, they tend to overlook him due to him being the middle child and the smartest out of the seven. arthur was the one who got him into the possibility of being a ministry worker as that would definitely pay the bills and help make life a bit easier for the future. while molly attempted to show percy every ounce of love she had for her children.

percy weasley despises his siblings on various different levels. he tolerates william and ron purely because they are the less chaotic of the bunch ( minus the seven years ron attended school). he loves charlie to pieces because charlie is the only one who ever truly cared or even bothered to take his thoughts into consideration. but charlie does get overbearing sometimes and tends to helicopter percy when they were children, which travels well into their teen and young adult years. william is just... too aloof for percy to follow through with, he never knows what he's doing or what he'll be doing. ginny and ron are constantly screaming at each other which makes studying or just relaxing to be very hard and stressful. fred and george are the bane of percy's existence, constantly pranking him every chance they got and never ever considered the consequences of their actions. they always belittled him and told him to calm down when he was simply just explaining how they should be careful. he loves how open-minded and carefree they are, plus they're rather smart and have a knack for charms and stuff.

[redfoxdude07]

Golden Freddy, The Vengeful Spirit of a Kidnapped Child (a long and kinda uncomplicated theory)

Midnight Motorist is an interesting topic.

Considering how all of the Minigames in 6 are focused on a character's origin story, the fact that we were given a minigame that makes literally no sense, lore wise, for any character there, says something, especially when UCN was originally supposed to be part of 6 as a DLC.

If we take that into account, then we can assume whoever Midnight Motorist is about is the one in control of the whole UCN operation since that would have no clear explanation otherwise within that game, which was supposed to be the final part of that chapter.

Now, I know someone is going to be like, "But William is the Orange Guy!" And all I have to say is when was William ever implied to be an alcoholic? Not to mention how William randomly being orange makes no sense in the context of his character. Based on what the other universes tell us about him, William was always crazy and murderous, so him changing color isn't a metaphor for him losing it. Him being Orange does nothing but overcomplicate a relatively simple narrative you could make here, and if his car being purple is supposed to mean something, it's probably supposed to be an intentional red hearing, one the in universe police fell for, as the suspect for the MCI was arrested. Orange Guy having the same car as William, is seemingly telling us that he's the one people THINK is responsible.

The person who ran off is a he, so we can rule out any female characters we know. Coincidentally (or maybe not), the vengeful spirit is also a he. While his voice actor is feminine presenting, it's not unusual for AFAB people to do little kid voices, as their voices are typically higher pitched.

With the introduction of the Tales books in more recent years, along with the implications from SL, we know Afton most likely set up the whole Fnaf 4 situation at some point in the past. Whether or not we play that simulation is an entirely unrelated conversation I don't want to have. The most likely person to go through these experiences was Mike, but him being the vengeful spirit seems kind of stupid, especially since we just ruled out William being Orange man, so who else do we have?

We have the kid from the Tales books currently going through the simulation, but he wasn't killed by William, so he's ruled out. Cassidy could have been an interesting conversation if we actually knew who that name fully belonged to, even if it was the ghost you're probably thinking of, their pronouns are She/Her so she's out.

That just leaves one option that makes total sense, Andrew.

Now I know people who think the books are parallels are going to disagree at first, but hear me out. If Cassidy isn't the Golden Freddy kid, who is? Andrew is implied to be in the Golden Freddy suit in Frights, so it's probably him based on deductive reasoning.

We see him actively torturing William in Frights. He uses He/Him. He was murdered by William in some way that was unique from his other victims.

He fits the bill perfectly.

Even if you don't believe the Frights stories are in the game universe, we still don't have 100% confirmation on if Golden Freddy IS Cassidy, so we literally don't have another option here + with all this extra lore Andrew has, even if he's not in the games, someone similar definitely is.

Also, something interesting I haven't seen brought up before is that in the Fnaf 2 minigame, 'Give Gifts, Give LIfe', Golden Freddy is never given a gift, he's left alone on the ground, no mask to wear. Charlie never got to give him his gift, and based on what Frights tells us about ghosts, something tells me that would leave him confused and afraid.

So here's my basic theory:

Andrew grew up in an abusive household with an alcoholic father. One day, he went to Freddy's and loved every second of it. It was his safe place, and he'd sneak out often to go there. One night, Spring Bonnie shows up at his window and becons him to come outside. Andrew breaks his window because his family locks him in, wanting him to stop sneaking off to Freddy's, and runs off with Bonnie, unaware he's going to suffer a terrible fate.

William shoves him into the nightmare chambers, testing early prototype versions of the funtime animatronics on him until William realizes he doesn't need him anymore.

William, being the sick bastard he is, springlocks Andrew inside Fredbear, killing him. Later on, when the missing children's incident happens, Andrew's family finally realizes he's not coming back, and if Andrew went to Freddy's when this all happened, he's probably one of those missing kids now. So he's finally reported missing at the same time Gabriel and Jeremy probably are, leading to the case of 3 from the fnaf 1 newspaper.

Andrew's father (Orange Guy) gets arrested for the MCI, as someone spotted a purple car similar to his speeding away from Charlie's murder. That paired with his constant abuse of his son and being an awful person in general just made him a walking red flag, one perfect for William to frame.

Charlie gave gifts to the other children, the gift of understanding that they're dead, the gift of being aware, all except for one. Andrew was stuck in a limbo like state. He was scared and alone, living in his memories of Freddy's, stuck in the past. It took him a while to realize what happened, but eventually, he became aware, on his happiest day. The kids all worked together to gift him his cake, his memories of his death fixed together and allowing him complete understanding.

While the other kids all got endoskeletons that functioned perfectly, Andrew was stuck with a busted down yellow bear, limp and alone. He doesn't remember much of what William did to him, but he knows he hurt him. William hurt him BAD. So much so that he feels he suffered worse than the others have...

Leading him to be angry...

Vengeful even...

Andrew is the Vengeful Spirit, Golden Freddy, and an MCI kid all at once.

He's literally the answer to all of the questions...

Thank you for reading, I hope this made a somewhat amount of sense. I personally think this is a pretty solid explanation that fills out some confusing things in the narrative. Basically, I'm just trying to tie the loose plot lines together, and I feel like this actually makes perfect sense. This feels like the story Scott was trying to tell imo. I was also very tired writing this, if that wasn't obvious.

[dailyautophagy]

Thank fuck the election is over soon

And thank fuck we have off next Monday

11/11 make a wish day wish for work off you got it dude

And also thank fuck for the lil Read MORE options because these walls of text are about to get more frequent I guess lol

I can’t make someone want to hang out with me so I just don’t lol you wanna stare at me then yay you wanna stare at screens then BET lol I can too

Granted I don’t have a weird cyber video chat room thing to interact with so i ramble at tumblr but

I mean I washed my clothes I made breakfast and dinner I did the things I was supposed to do lol and then he’ll get offended when I reject his penis offering later like bitch iiiii again don’t like feeling like I have a child so im not gonna be tryna touch penis lol he don’t be remembering shit like bud you gotta get off Obamacare lol that shoulda been done months ago lol I can’t write in your PCP name because I don’t know it and I can’t bring the papers to your HR lol so like you have to fucking do it. 😑 child behavior like no wonder I do not want kids lol already got a manchild

BUT U DISHRESS

So if you type in all caps your phone (or my phone lol) doesn’t be correcting the mf spelling errors?

SO YOURE SAYING EVERYINE WILL KNIW JOW KUCH I JUST FAT FINGER MY FUCKING KEYBOARD AND THERE IS NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT JT

nice

that’s fun

I mean besides the IM YELLING KIND OF A LITTLE BIT ASPECT ITS ORETTY NEAT

im not yelling by the way lol

I CANT CONTROL THE VOLUME OF MY VOICE

I miss Robin Williams

Mrs Doubtfire hits different as an adult

Like as a kid when they’re at dinner at the end and he’s changing back and forth for his business dinner and his family dinner and you’re like holy shit that’s intense and he forgot he had lipstick on cause of all the switching around …

But as an adult you’re like oh he’s just shit faced lol

So basically I melted (warped, really) the side of one of my 5 gallon jug water bottle things and it was empty so it doesn’t matter that much but I hate plastic despite how useful

Water in and of itself doesn’t really “leach” plastic but our salvia does - it can break it down and then we got it in us lol

Yo Neal Brennan is silly he said all brown people or black people or indigenous people can pray to their ancestors and all us white people should never lol and he is kinda right

I am not saying I started trauma flexing but I think I was the first person to be like “why can’t i brag about an abortion the same we people brag about pregnancy” I used to have a hefty liberal mindset lol i mean i do still kinda think a fetus can’t exist without you so you’re kind of a host so like.. not murder to the degree murdering a thing that actually exists yet just the potential lol but you can’t give someone the ingredients for a cake and say happy birthday lol i mean you can but WORK has to be done before it’s a real thing so like

Anyway the military kills strangers and men fight tooth and nail to defend the right to kill people who are in their homes without their consent or knowledge or whatever so I think women should be able to kill someone in their body without their consent or knowledge or whatever lol bill burr and louis ck takes on the issue but they are both right

And if you pretend to care about climate change guess what / it is preferred if you don’t make more carbon footprints lol

And another thing lol just from a logistics standpoint … the people who are like “don’t kill babies” are generally religious and republican and white …. It’s mostly brown/black people doing abortion and ALL are mostly democrats so like why do you want them to not?? More competition later? You love the colored babies but not once they’re adults? I don’t get it lol just again bc logistically you want less of those types anyway and this has been helping that so like

Whatever

I am sleepy

He has stopped cackling lol i will rest my head and see how it goes

Unions are good? Or nah?

NATO is bad and nato kinda feels like a union 😂

I’m not saying smart things it’s okay I don’t have to say smart things all the time

I don’t even have to say true things lol im not speaking directly to anyone and therefore I ain’t really lying

The sky is green and grass is blue and shoes go on your hands

Oh no did we die

Not yet

Not

Just

Yet

[that-darn-clown]

hello i come to you bearing gifts (my rambles about the Security Breach era of the Rewrite)

so, a few important things to note:

the Glamrocks, at least, in their canon form, don't exist. they do have Equivalents, though

Malhare (Glitchy Rabbit Boy) DOES exist..but he's a lot less powerful. he's more a rogue computer program (that's also a small piece of Afton's soul/conscience) that can only manipulate electronics. what he does to Vanny is less outright mind control and more along the lines of him manipulating a Very fucked up and traumatized young woman and then asking her "Aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you wanna go APESHIT?" and her answer being yes.

Vanny and her father have much larger roles in the lore. specifically, they are related to one of William's '87 victims (the Toy Bonnie kid, Terrence, specifically). Vanny is the kid's niece, and her father was his older brother.

Vanny and her father's last name is Warren. that's a fun Easter Egg that i'll let you find out yourself ;]

WHO'S READY FOR GEN 2 AFTON AND EMILY KIDS?? (Cameron, Gregory, and Cassie)

things are Very different. Mike and Sammy decided to do a small reboot of the franchise, just for nostalgia's sake and to give the local kids a place to hang out. the animatronics are quite different, but they're like. rebooted versions of the OG animatronics + just regular Blackjack (the lone survivor of Henry's attempt to finally end everything. yes, he's still sentient).

all of the games are rather different. Help Wanted (original) is more like a collection of smaller Fazbear-Related games (that, in the lore, was used as a way to connect the old Fazbear brand with the reboot) that the player can choose to play through (with Malhare being inside a Tomogatchi-type game of sorts) and having two major protagonists (Summer/Tape Girl and Vanny's father, Bill. although he sucks). Security Breach now Actually has five "nights" (days that Greg spends at the new restaurant mostly on his own; the player would have to complete various tasks to get through the "nights" and be able to leave). Ruin is just Cassie exploring an abandoned Freddy's building (specifically the Fnaf 2 building) and unknowingly being led towards Vanny by Malhare mimicking her friend's voice (Gregory). she doesn't die, thank God. haven't figured Help Wanted 2 out just yet, but it involves Mike's older son, Cameron, having A Bad Time (maybe it'll be similar to a Fnaf 4 situation, where nothing's real and it's a nightmare/dream, except it's lore related stuff and paranormal in nature. i'm also keeping the whole theme of "What Makes You So Special?" because it still fits with the personality i have for Cam: a child with popular parent(s) who just tries to keep out of the spotlight. Cam doesn't know why he's getting involved with the Paranormal Shit out of nowhere, nor why it's happening in his dreams).

Vanny is a copycat killer, but she was kinda still manipulated by Malhare. y'know; a mix of canon and what i think would be a cool idea.

so now: A Brief Plot Summary Of The Games!

Help Wanted: Summer tries dealing with the paranormal Glitch Hare on her computer while trying to figure out why he's here. We also learn, apparently, that William is MARGINALLY (note the word choice here) a better father than Vanessa's father.

Security Breach: Charlie would like to relax and enjoy her afterlife, but apparently William's trying to kill his grandson so she's having to team up with a sentient robot fox to keep this gremlin from dying. How does she team up with the fox? By possessing the other robots for brief periods of time to warn and give advice to her nephew (? in a sense) to keep him from dying.

Ruin: Cassie just wants to explore an abandoned building, William's still pissed that Vanny didn't kill his grandson so now he's trying to get her to kill an Emily child (this would only end even Worse for him because Sammy WILL go ballistic if his daughter dies), and Charlie has to help her niece NOT get killed (the mask this time around is a Puppet Halloween Mask that Charlie can possess at will, and she speaks to Cassie while she wears the mask).

Help Wanted 2: Autistic preteen who also deals with selective mutism has The Worst Fucking Time while dreaming, and does not understand why the spirits of dead kids (and his dead grandfather, who is currently being tortured in hell) are so desperate to want to speak to him as he sleeps.

Random Animatronic: What makes you so special?

Cameron, stressed the fuck out and trying to do things:

like. this kid doesn't know what's happening. for reference: Cam is around 11-12. Gregory and Cassie are closer to 6-8.

Ough sb is one of my favorite eras for the rewrite, I remember when we were at ren Faire and you explained some of the plot to me!! Anyways. My beloveds as always, sweet bebbies

[kimaratomoya]

*Casually Materialises*

No one asked for this but I don't care.

Characters that I fucking love from Fazbear Frights that I see barely anyone talking about because they didn't read past books 1-5 usually. Or they forget about them. Because that happens.

Spoilers if you haven't read the books ig??

1. Toby Billings

My beloved boy

He's so depressed lmao

Definitely got some shit going wrong

But we love him

And he deserves better that being tormented by a fucking shadow rabbit

Literally has no mother

She fucking left ✌️

But he has a brother (who is a dick)

And a dad (who supports the brother)

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Bestie I hope ur ok

2. Jeremiah (I don't he has a last name, if he does, I forgot it and I refuse to check the wiki out of spite)

Also depressed probably

Needs therapy

Parker was so mean to him what the heck.

He was just vibin

And trying to finish his fucking job

And this bitch put spicy shit in his chips

>:(

Also Glitchtrap kinda makes him have to find Hope and Parker's disembodied pieces

So that's rude

3. Hudson

Why are all of these people depressed

But yeah he has actual PTSD

Poor guy

Literally was trying to just leave his past behind him BC he couldn't deal with it

And just wanted to exist in peace

uNTIL SPRINGBITCH DECIDED HAHAHAHHA NO

I have a lot of hatred towards William.

4. Colton

Surprisingly, not depressed

Just a moron

I love his stupid little brain

He legit broke into a place to fix a game to get tickets for a game when he literally could've just stolen the game

You little dumb dumb

*headpat*

5. Sam

Bestie

Broski does film????

I do film!!!!!

Also I find him goofy

And Nole definitely spent way too long on the first 3 pages describing how he sits and stuff

I have no idea what his skin tone is because everyone keeps changing it and I am just gonna stick with like the original one I know for him lmao

He's so swag

(probably fruity ✨💅)

Does anyone want 5 (or more) characters I despise for dumb little reasons?

[project1939]

100 Films of 1952 

Film number 95: Aaron Slick from Punkin Crick 

Release date: April 12th, 1952. 

Studio: Paramount 

Genre: Musical 

Director: Claude Binyon 

Producer: William Pearlberg, George Seaton 

Actors: Alan Young, Dinah Shore, Robert Merrill, Adele Jergens 

Plot Summary: Josie is a country girl who dreams of selling her farm and living in the city. She also wants to marry her neighbor Aaron, but he loves the country and never wants to leave. When some big city guests arrive, Josie is dazzled, but all is not what it seems. Suddenly they announce they want to buy her farm... 

My Rating (out of five stars): **½  

During Project 1952 I saw an ad for this film in a magazine, and I thought, “WTF? Is that actually real?!” Indeed it is. Unfortunately, the film lived up to my worst stereotypical expectations for a story about “country folk versus city folk.” The “country folk” were ridiculously idealized and the city folk were ridiculously villainized. 

The Good: 

Dinah Shore. She was easily the most charismatic and enjoyable actor in the movie. I really like her singing voice as well- it reminds me a lot of Doris Day’s. 

The Technicolor. As usual, I stan Technicolor. The print of the film I saw was quite poor, but even so, the color was luscious. 

There was a lot of music. This is a musical that barely takes a breath to stop singing, which was a big plus for me.   

The costumes were gorgeous. The film takes place in the early 1900s- it looked very Edwardian- and the period costumes were beautiful, colorful, and fun. (Ooh, I just discovered that Edith Head was the designer here, so that makes sense!)

The Bad: 

The cast overall was kinda blah. Aside from Shore, no one else really pulled me in. Alan Young was cute as Aaron but not terribly interesting. 

The music was not the most memorable. None of the songs were bad, but they certainly weren’t bangers. The only one I can remember after having just finished the film is the opening “Chores” number. 

The characters were very one dimensional with little to no depth. 

It was way too simplified in terms of country vs city. The country folk lived in a paradise of harmony and simplicity- they were all good people who loved going to church and dancing on the weekends. The city folk were cynical snobs, con men, criminals, and bawdy chorus girls. I know it’s just a comedy, but it was incredibly annoying and insulting. Especially as someone who has lived large portions of my life in both the city and the country. 

I got bored more than once with the story and had a hard time staying focused. Once Josie went to the city things kind of fell apart for me. 

Here’s an example from the opening song of the insipid “country vs city” stuff: “The country girls are natural folk, they like to laugh and like to joke. City girls are learning to smoke behind the parlor doors.” 

Oh, and yet again we get more jokes about men slapping their women around. During a fight, a guy says to his fiancé, “Oh my sweetheart, how I look forward to marrying you and being arrested for wife-beating!” Facepalm. 

And why does the guy get his name in the title when the woman is the main protagonist? Yes, yes, I know, “Aaron Slick” and “Punkin Crick” rhyme, but it could easily have been “Josie Slick from Punkin Crick,” couldn’t it? I just thought it was weird that she didn’t get first billing in her own film. (But not terribly surprising in some ways!) 

[theconfusedartist]

I was gonna respond to the reblogs with the tags on the post, but I wanted this reblog to be the one I use going forward bc. The meta. Juicy. Didn’t wanna leave it behind, it’s soooo good. The William drag, how his terrible legacy is continued in the further games, how even with thinking about his situation his actions have altered Desmond in a way that can’t be forgiven (not that he actually gives a sincere apology). Ideas on how the assassins operate. Just. Mwah!

Sooooo tags!

@leonspardas​

#yeah he didn’t like waste his life. he was living the life he wanted to live#which was a normal one

 @benewhorian

#yeah!!#and ok. but isnt his totally neutral outfit the perfect costume.#as well as hiding in nyc among millioms of people. being a bartender. a profession as far from being an#adsassin ad possible 

@the-babbling-brook​

#I love Desmond#bro deserved sm better#assassin’s creed#desmond miles#reblog 

@mandrake-does-art​

#THIS#ppl need to appreciate Desmond more#i miss the present day assassins 

@desmondmilesdefensesquad​

#EXACTLY#meta#desmond 

@kingbob2-0​

#desmond miles#asscreed#william miles#bill is an ASS  #Poor Desmond#Bill was most certainly not a good dad

@teecupangel​

#all of this#yeeesss  #yes he is

@fanworldbuildingfun​

#Assassin's Creed#Desmond Miles#Yeah#Even the game (cough Shaun cough) treats Desmond like he just...#Let his training waste for who knows how long?#Except no - he clearly made use of it#honestly with wjat little we know about hia life between Farm and being caught#I would almost say that Desmond just... Used his talents as a dai/informant would? 

@beepbeepwhatdoyouthink​

#the lack of understanding and acknowledgement of these facts breaks my heart like#desmond is good#both a good person and a good assassin before the animus#and i get game mechanic reasons like it has to make sense for the player to learn alongside the pc#but desmond is so so much more than his ancestor's memories and think it's very ironic#that we as fans do this to him just like the narrative does#assassins creed 

@thedragonqueen1998​

#all of this#yeeesss#<previous tags#yes indeed#and this will be meta#but theres nothing wrong with wanting a normal life#not becoming a superstar#or an astrophysicist#or a doctor#doesnt make a person “lazy” or “dumb”

@princesslikesfanfics​

In conclusion, BAMF Desmond is truly canon  (not a tag but I wanted it to be here too)

@sparrow-in-boots​

#I HAVEN BEEN FUCKING SAYING!!!!!#screaming off the rooftops even!!#assassin's creed 

@alex-mercer

#POINTING AT THIS#he's smart and skilled as hell!!! william is just a dick#assassin's creed#desmond miles 

@mirrorthoughts​

#I really really don’t like Bill#I’d like to punch his teeth in for how he treated Desmond#Assassin‘s Creed#Desmond Mile 

@raett97​

#yeah i have. problems with Bills character#kinda. my take is capital C complicated#but also my frame of reference is only up to AC3#but like. he was a bad mentor and worse father#i could do my own break down analysis interpretation but thats too much effort rn#it boils down to the fact he prioritise the shit out of the Assassin's as a Brotherhood#and the Assassin's as a cause#and not the Assassin's as people#and Desmond suffered most from that mentality bc while other Assassin's would have had family to turn to#Des was left with nothing#no support at all#and like. i get it#Bill. the world was literally going to end#but you can multitask. you dont have to be a complete dickhead to get things done#i could go on. but i wont. (please do)

@acelike​

#assassin's creed#he succeeded at escaping master assassins at 16#desmond defence squad 

Ok, to all the people talking about how shit Bill was YESSSSS fuck that guy! That’s why he dies in the rewrite! I’m sorry but why did the game open up with Desmond telling his own story in the Ezio trilogy after all the time we spent with him in game only for Bill to basically open up AC3 shit talking Desmond? Like? It was already kinda weird how the game downplayed the shit out of Desmond (their MAIN CHARACTER) but then?? They go the extra mile and show that Bill, the man that Desmond talks about having a bad experience with, not only shit talking him but then treating him like shit in game, physically and verbally abusing him and no one else ever addressing it. Not the game, not the characters, not the narrative, no one ever says shit about the fact that Desmond is actually being abused and it just. Gets brushed under the rug.

And then! Desmond saves Bill and this still doesn’t change anything! Not how Bill treats him, how the game should’ve been forced to acknowledge that Desmond is a master assassin (even if they wanted to invalidate him, they should’ve put some respect on his name and skills but no), or the fact that the Templars that once were stringing him along and Desmond feared being captured for the Templars to be getting cut down. So much goes on, in the actual game, to prove that Desmond is a BAMF but instead of it having a turning point in the story where the narrative is forced to acknowledge his skills, they just keep on going. Then Desmond dies and it’s Bill that carries the story.

....Bill. Really? Shaun and Rebecca are in the later games but then in Mirage it’s looking like he’ll be the one in animus? What has changed for Bill as a character or the assassins? Nothing. NOTHING! I don’t like that man or what he does to the Assassin Order, I’m just. Hm. He can be the one that doesn’t return to the series.

Also, as other people have mentioned, wanting to be a normal person isn’t wasting your life away. I mean! Ezio’s whole story accumulated to the point where he laid down his blades because he was tired of bloodshed, Altair traps himself in the library hoping that someone would eventually track down all the keys, finally getting to rest. These are the two best assassins in the history of assassins and they chose to either rest or live a normal life. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to get away from bloodshed. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to live around people normally, and the fact that Desmond literally escaped from a compound that survived the Purge with master assassins is just never brought up. But when it’s phrased like ‘Desmond escaped a top secret, high security assassin base with Master assassins and the Mentor of the Assassin Order at 16 years old and managed to escape and evade the Templars and Assassins for nearly 10 years’, suddenly it doesn’t sound like some flight of fancy that the game tries to make it seem.

It’s an act of conviction and determination to choose how he wants to live his life (which is also why I write that Desmond takes care of Elijah bc wtf Ubisoft, Desmond would never leave behind a child that would possibly be vulnerable to the Assassins and Templars, fuck off with that) and he made sure that he stayed free! He stayed out of their clutches until Abstergo used their incredibly vast resources to track him down, and even then, they sent in their best agent Daniel Cross because they knew to send the best to bring him in.

This is stuff that I didn’t make up, this is just in the game text, but the game just???? Refuses to show that it’s impressive and does it’s damndest to make it seem like Desmond is whiny (because he wanted breaks from a machine literally destroying his sanity and wanted to be treated with respect) naive (because how dare he choose his own life, when that is literally the most important things that Assassins fight for), and only being worth something once he got into the animus (which is fucked up that Desmond losing his mind and being used as a tool is ‘better’ than fighting to make his own choices about his life). The game narrative paints Desmond with a less than impressive brush when they have an incredibly interesting character that was also so selfless that he chose to die in order to save the world, and even then! He’s shown to the audience getting cut the fuck open like his story didn’t fucking matter! Like he didn’t matter! AGH!

Sorry, that particular thing about the autopsy is great when I incorporate it into the ProtoCreed rewrite, but in canon they left Desmond behind without burying him or anything to be scavenged and have his body disrespected by Templars that then use his DNA for video games. Like that is so fucked up to do to your main character and then never mention him until a literal decade later, like what the actual fuck. Glad he’s back as the Reader, because it gave me hope for Desmond’s story and fueled me to start writing the ProtoCreed AU but like holy shit bro.

Anyways, I love everyone’s tags and it always made me smile when I saw this post getting y’alls opinions in the tags and reblogs. Thank y’all!

y'know something that annoys me about assassins creed?

they always make it seem like desmond wasted his life away after he left the farm to become a bartender, that he wasn't fit to be an assassin until he was training in the animus, and that he didn't have any ambition (as said by William in the AC3 remastered opening)

but like. none of that is true. at all

I mean I was just looking at the wiki to see Desmonds accomplishments and bio and apparently it was Daniel Cross that brought him into Abstergo. which. kinda puts Desmond skills in perspective

Daniel Cross was considered the most successful Templar member and, before Desmond, had a really great track record with his missions. Save for the ones that involved PoEs

they had to send him in to get Desmond

also Desmond managed to stay hidden from the assassins AND templars for 9 going on 10 years, since he was kidnapped on like August 30 brought in for the animus September 1, and the only reason he got taken in was due to them getting his fingerprints from the DMV

like. That sounds stupid but think about it. If he was going to the DMV he had to have an entire false identity in order to use a license, bc you need proof of birth, SSN, and multiple legal documents

he just. had that made on the run. Like that actually takes skill or connections or both to be able to effectively be in the system without being found with fake legal papers

And he DID have ambition: he wanted to live normally. Yeah its not some big dream or anything but he managed to stay hidden from two secret shadowy organizations that is all over the world in order to make it happen. that's determination and he only got caught due to his fingerprints being matched

and he easily fights off the abstergo agents in the opening of the first game. I'm not saying that Desmond was near as good as Ezio or Altaïr or Connor at this point, but he can clearly defend himself very well. at the end of AC2 he has no qualms with killing, he just does so with the hidden blade.

look, all I'm saying is, at the very least Desmond had to he quite skilled even before he started using the animus

[doctopus]

Evil Dead Book Bible

Why did they never make a book bible with really cool info!! please!!!

if they did make one this is what I think it should have:

i would have it so brandy, pablo, ash, and kelly are all commenting through the book bible

**Chapter 1: The Evil Dead** • Some actual pages from the book shown in the movie

• The Cabin • Couple pages on baby ash and kelly/pablo/brandy all commenting on how innocent he looks • Mostly knowby scribblings, notes, the actual translation he does •A joke somewhere from Kelly about how Ruby really claimed to be a knowby when she's too hot to be one •A page on knowby & henrietta, some AVED stuff could be used here • Cheryl & Ash commentary • A page on Scotty & Shelly, at least 2 pages for Cheryl & Linda • Cheryl's drawings of some of the characters (Brandy asking about her aunt she never knew) • Chet's page is crossed out and Ash explains why he wasn't there in the first place and is somehow still oblivious that Chet was dating Cheryl • Ash really explains why they went to the cabin all together in the first place and why the FUCK he brought his sister along. please bro. i need to know what was your thought process. • Ash explains his haircut & fashion choices. Brandy/Kelly/Pablo all shit on him for it. Brandy kind of defends the blue shirt but will shit on his hair.

•Delta gets 2 pages and it’s just Sam & Bruce commentary. I hope bruce draws swords going into the Delta because that’s how he feels about it.

• Sam shows his storyboard idea where the ugly necklace saved Ash with the power of love. And conveniently placed sunlight. 

**Chapter 2: Evil Dead 2** • Linda 2 pages • Commentary from Ash & Annie • Two pages on Annie Knowby • One page for Bobby Joe & Ed (Ash jokes about how quickly ed turned deadite) • Deadite Henrietta • Ash's hand • Chainsaw diagram, really in depth and shit for cosplay • Next page is really bad scribbles on how ash attached his hand to the chainsaw and commentary from ash (Pablo: I still don't get how this works.) • Dancing Deadite Linda (Kelly: She still sounds kinda hot ngl)

**Chapter 3: Army of Darkness** • S-Mart 2 pages and ash explains how he got the job in the first place

• Castle Kandar diagram • Ash & Arthur commentary • Pages on wizard, arthur, henry, blacksmith (Brandy: Was that guy actually a wizard or just a really old dude with a beard who read more books? Ash: I’m not sure, actually.) • 2 pages on Sheila (Kelly: Damn, she's hot too! I hate to say it, but you have really good taste in women.) • Ash's boomstick dialogue line with brandy/pablo/kelly all making fun of it • Tiny Deadite Ashes (Kelly: I wish you kept one, it would've been hilarious) • Evil Ash (Pablo: Man, that's one badass dude. Uh, second to you, Ash.) • Skeleton Army (Ash: I'll give 'em this, they had a really cool band playing during that fight it was pretty sweet)

• Ash’s trunk (Pablo: Damn, you really prepare for a trip through space and time.) • Two pages of the future Ash ending, the pages look like they were jammed in there. Maybe Sam & Bruce commentary? • Two pages of deleted scenes, especially the pillar one

**Chapter 4: Evil Dead (2013)**

• Mia & David commentary

• Pages on Mia, David • Minor pages on Eric, Olivia, Natalie

• Explanation of their family cabin and photos of them as kids

• Page inked in blood, maybe by the dad from the beginning of the movie explaining how the book got in the basement in the first place

• Deadite Mia 2 pages

• I would add more but this isn’t one of my fave EDs oops feel free to add any ideas though

**Chapter 5: Ash vs. Evil Dead**

• Commentary from all the Ghostbeaters • Pages dedicated to Pablo, Kelly, Old Ash (scribbled in by Kelly), and Brandy

• Two pages for Bill (Baal) and Ruby separately

• Two pages for the sexy Ashy Slashy puppet

• Two pages for poor Amanda

• Dad Williams pages, Chet, Candy Barr (need to see more of the drunken Ash in vegas okay), Cougie, Eligos, El Brujo, Kelly’s parents, Linda & her family, any other relevant characters in AVED. I still feel bad for the poor book dude in season 1 too so maybe pls include him.

• Eli, two pages for that bastard. And maybe Ash can explain where his love for bearded dragons came from since he did have one at home before

• Pics of Ash’s horny 80s teen room at his old house

• Pics of Ash’s trailer, also horny 80s teen room

• Value Stop (Could make it canon that S-mart change its name to Value Stop or have it so Ash has some ominous backstory as to why he’s banned from working in an S-mart ever again)

• Brandy’s prom

• The Dark Ones

• Baby Ash (Ash: They really like making handsome clones...)

• That weird limbo death world, include Knowby’s face from ED2 to tie it together

• Ashy Slashy Hardware store

• Actually, give me a news article published right after Ash returned from the cabin ranting about deadites and explain how “Ashy Slashy” was born

**Chapter 6: Evil Dead Rise**

• Don’t know shit yet so lmao

**Chapter 7: Video Games & Comics **

• Evil Dead: The Game (2022)

• Evil Dead Commodore 64 (Ash: Look at those sexy pixels!) 

• Evil Dead: Hail to the King

•  Evil Dead: Fistful of Boomstick   

• Maybe just a couple pages listing some of the other games and minor commentary, when they released, who published it, etc

• Marvel Zombies (Pablo: Wait, you met Spider-man? Ash: No! I mean, *I* did but another *me* did. Or something like that.)

• Reanimator (Ash’s funny commentary on Herbert West) (Brandy: Wait, you met the mad scientist head guy? Ash: Yup! He gives great head. Ha! I’ve been waiting forever for that one.)

• Army of Darkness Comics (Kelly: I’m calling bullshit. There’s no god damn way you met Freddy Krueger AND Xena. Fuck you.) (Ash: I did!) 

**Chapter 8: Behind the Scenes**

• I need all of the storyboardssss

• Any BTS pictures of cast and crew

• I loved Bruce’s drawings of the torture devices Sam made during the movies I want more in here

• Maybe an actual explanation from Sam as to why he wants the piss colored car in all of his movies

• List of actors, actresses across media (A joke about how many different Ash’s bruce played)

**Chapter 9: The Future (pls animated show)**

• Photos of fandom, conventions

• Hail to the Deadites movie pics shown

• Merchandise

Feel free to add any ideas at the bottom or let me know how much this sucks or rules LMAOO

[ponds-of-ink]

Investigating Patient 46 (Part 2 - Figuring Out the Specifics)

For anyone confused about why I’m going on a investigative tangent about Patient 46, here’s Part 1. Same disclaimer as last time: As much as I’d love to die on this hill, I have to got remain realistic and say that there’s a huge chance that I’m going to be wrong when Ruin comes out. Or when Tales from the Pizzaplex finally covers Vanny/Vanessa, if we get that far.

In case you don’t want/have time to read Part 1 (or the link isn’t working for some reason), however, here’s a recap. In Part 1, I used process of elimination to rule out some of Patient 46’s most popular suspects. I’m going to try to do the same here with “diagnosing” 46 and her circumstances/situation, but I bet this’ll lean more towards speculative stuff this time.

All right, so I’ve narrowed the patient down to Vanny/Vanessa’s “darker Hyde”. While this does free up some concerns about Gregory or Elizabeth, now we have new questions.

*Is Vanessa an Afton we missed somehow?

*Was the custody case even real in the first place or was it made up?

*If it is real, then who is the one with the dad named Bill? Is the dad even named Bill, or is that a red herring?

Let’s start off with the one that can actually get a more clear answer: Is Vanessa just some forgotten Afton kid who got the short end of the backstory stick, since we’ve already eliminated Elizabeth in Part 1?

Well, in one of the Scrapped AR Emails, Vanessa is listed as 23 years old with her birthday being in September. The emails would’ve probably also come out in late 2020 - early 2021, which means her birth year in the AR game would’ve been 1997. The William we know, as far as the FNAF general timeline is concerned, should’ve already had his death by springlocks several years prior.

Also, as Fuhnaff pointed out in his own huge theory about Luis and such, Steel Wool might’ve pushed the date that Security Breach and AR take place a bit more into the future. If this masquerade Easter egg is any indication, then Vanessa should still be 23 but with a birth year of 2012 this time. Which definitely rules out William being “Bill” entirely, since we’ve crossed off Elizabeth being involved in Part 1… Which also means Vanessa’s last name initial is a red herring and she’s something like “Vanessa Adams” or “Vanessa Atkinson”.

This leads to the inevitable question of “So, was the custody case even real in the first place?”

What I’m about to say is more of a story-writing nitpick, but here goes.

If it was completely made up, then why even have the characters bring it up in the first place?? It’d be kinda pointless to leave that detail in for people to find out, only to go “oh it was only a ploy lol”. I understand and even like the whole idea of Vanessa’s using it as a way to say that Glitchtrap’s mind controlling her. But there’s one gaping issue with that.

Both Patient 46 and Vanessa are rolling with the whole tragic backstory thing. The last therapist even points that out when confronting Patient 46 in the last tape.

“…it won't change the fact that none of what you said in your file about your parents was true. The truth is, you had great parents, a great childhood. Why did you lie?…”

Patient 46 had it on the therapists’ record that she had a tragic past, but that was a load of malarkey. And how would the last therapist know this?

…Why don't we talk about the research I did in your past, shall we? Some therapists think they should only focus on information they get from their clients but, some therapists, like me, think it's helpful to find out about clients from other sources…”

Which most likely means that this woman dug through court case records to verify 46/Vanny’s claims. Maybe even talking to family members close to Vanny/Vanessa to really double-check, if patient confidentiality’s not a thing for Fazbear Entertainment.

So, with this information, we can deduce that Vanessa never had that backstory in the first place but someone must’ve. If this court case is real, then who does this story belong to? And who exactly is “Bill”, anyway?

Well… We haven’t really touched on Glitchtrap/William himself yet. Let’s build up some proof that he can even hijack or communicate with Vanessa at all— Vanny aside.

We already know that Vanessa can talk to Glitchtrap through her introduction in Help Wanted’s Curse of Dreadbear DLC, that one early Security Breach trailer with Glitchtrap’s “when I first found you”, that “stay the course” convo hidden in a line of code (can’t remember where it’s from off the top of my head sorry), and some deleted Vanessa dialogue from Security Breach itself. We also know that Vanessa is dealing with this struggle of following Glitchtrap‘s orders in FNAF AR’s December 2nd email, forcing Glitchtrap to look up “how to induce self-compliance” while in her body. In that same email, it’s reported by Luis that Vanessa looked up “help”.

The other emails— both scrapped and released— assist in confirming that Vanessa is starting to gain a second “personality” of sorts. Though, to be clear, it’s most likely Glitchtrap finishing the job he set out to do in Help Wanted: Escape through someone and wreck havoc on Fazbear’s yet again.

Going back to the CDs themselves, pay attention next time to how Vanessa talks in her CDs. A few times, she sounds very… off. Dazed and cold, almost as if she were mind-controlled. The FNAF wiki transcripts of these CDs even marks most of times as her talking “faintly”. So one could infer that she’s even being prompted (or even getting hijacked for a sec) to answer some questions ‘properly’.

Now that we’ve established Glitchtrap/William as a suspect, let’s get to the main topic: If he’s the one with the backstory, then who’s “Bill”? Isn’t “Bill” short for William? How could “Bill” be William’s Dad if they share the same name?

There’s two loopholes to that idea:

(1) The William we’ve been following is actually Bill Afton Jr., but he changed his name later in life. It’d be a weird twist, sure, but at least it’d clarify why we’ve never heard William being called “Bill” beforehand. Not even in the original book trilogy or Fazbear Frights, iirc.

(2) Considering that Vanessa mutters something after “Your dad’s name was Bill?” in CD 3, it could be that William/Glitchtrap was trying to argue that this dad’s name wasn’t actually Bill. Why didn’t he repeat himself or let Vanessa correct the mistake/red herring she made on her (and/or 46’s) file? No idea.

All of this speculative evidence points to this: William “Purple Guy” Afton/Glitchtrap, after so many years of dodging his childhood past, finally has to confront it thanks to Vanessa’s search history literally crying out for help. It’s a struggle involving many missing therapists, but at least William— or at least an AI variant of him?— admits to something the Silver Eyes’ own Calton presumed:

“…Before him stood someone who had spent much of his life fighting like a cornered rat that he had taken on the mantle of bitter sadism as an integral part of himself. He would strike out against others and revel in their pain, feeling righteously that the world owed him his cruel pleasures.”

Maybe not an exact one-to-one, given how much the trilogy and game Aftons differ, but one thing remains true: William had a rough childhood. Or at least a rough enough life to make the man snap as soon as tragedy struck again.

By the way, I’m not the first to come up with this conclusion. @partnersatfazbear and @hunting-at-least-69-witches brought this side of the story to my attention a while ago. All I’m doing is trying my best “Who Shot Mr. Burns?”/Clue-level deductive reasoning to see how to come to that idea with context clues and such.

Oh and uh… Sorry if I didn’t really answer the “Bill” question. I don’t think I can definitively answer that until something gets confirmed, which is a pain.

[thiswasinevitableid]

Demonic Intervention (Indruck)

Prompt for the 7th: “Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.” - The Tempest (William Shakespeare). This fill is NSFW

It can't get much worse. 

Indrid is barely scraping by. He can count his friends in town on one hand. He’s gay in a tiny, rural community and one of the few men like him is a goddamn priest. His house is a mess. And his every waking moment is filled with the demons of his past or the devils lurking in his future. There are so many of them in his present too, roaming the streets of Kepler. 

What’s one more in the mix?

He lights the stubby black candle by the bed, scratches the symbols on the floor, and retreats into his cocoon of blankets to wait.

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Duck hates when it’s his turn on the summoning shifts. All this ancient knowledge and power and he’s stuck waiting to see if some yahoo in a graveyard or a wannabe cult leader will call him up into the world. 

He has brambles that need pruning, damn it. 

His name isn’t well known among humans, so he only gets summoned if someone is just rooting around for a demonic entity without caring who they get. He’s only been summoned twice in the last hundred years. The tingle in his horns tells him it’s about to be three. 

The room he arrives in is gloomier than any graveyard; the lights are off, the curtains are shut, and the place looks like it got hit by a tornado with a grudge. By the light of the candle, a pale-haired head emerges from the blankets of the small bed. A hand reaches for the floor, comes back with a pair of red glasses.

“Greetings, infernal one. Thank you for answering my summons.” The man’s voice is flat.

“Even demons got manners. So, uh, what’s the job?”

“There are so many dishes in the sink that the thought of doing them is an insurmountable task. Please do them for me.”

“...You realize I’m takin somethin’ from you for this, right? Like a piece of soul or a month of your life?”

“Mmmm” The man rolls over and says nothing else. 

“A day of your life for this.” Duck feels like he should haggle more, but then he’d had to pretend he actually thought a higher price was fair. 

“I accept your terms.” A crackle of green and black electricity flickers in the air in the form of  Duck’s signature and the other man’s name: Indrid Cold.

“Pleasure doin’ business with you.” 

Indrid says nothing. Duck is sure to wash and dry before he goes. 

The next day he’s summoned to the exact same room, in the exact same state of depressing mess. 

“Greetings, infernal one. Please clean this room.”

“Same terms?”

“Mmhmm” Indrid is just staring at the ceiling. 

“You gotta say you accept.”

“I accept.” 

Duck snaps, turning on the light, and gets to work. Technically he could do all this with a wave of his hand. But then he’d lose his chance to learn a little more about the guy who’s settled on demonic deals instead of a maid service. It’s the opposite of the usual problem he has in these kinds of situations, where the humans reveal their deepest secrets, desires, and fears within five minutes of meeting him. 

The records he stacks near their player, the clothes all go in the hamper to be magicked clean, then are hung in the closet; they’re loose and soft, not a scratchy fabric to be found. Tarot cards and candles abound, as do art supplies, and under a pile of drawings he finds magazines featuring muscular, hairy men in various sexual positions. Some of them even look like his preferred human form, the one he’s wearing now. 

He glances at the bed; Indrid is on his side, facing him, must have been watching him at some point but has dropped into a restless sleep. The blankets are slipping, showing a The Sonics tank top hanging off skinny shoulders. Right, that was one of the bands in the record stack. 

Duck doesn’t tend to pry into souls or auras or shit like that; there are whole heaps of trouble that lay that direction. But as he flicks the dust from the bookshelf covered in paperbacks, he feels the edges of Indrids and nearly falls on his ass from the wave of exhaustion and loneliness. 

When it’s time to go, he pauses to pull the blankets back up around him, sets his glasses on the bedside table, and turns the calendar on the wall from “September 1974” to “October 1974.”

When he’s summoned right back to Indrid’s room the next evening, he spots the same tank top on him as he sits up in bed.

“Greetings infernal one.”

“You can just call me ‘Duck’. It’s a nickname.” 

“Oh” Indrid blinks, perplexed, “very well. I, ah, there are some bills that need to be paid to keep the lights on.”

“You need the money for them?”

“No, just for someone to fill out the forms and checks and put them in the mail.”

“Okay. But my fee’s a little different this time: you gotta tell me when you last ate.”

“I accept. I ate this morning.”

Duck snaps his fingers

“Two days ago!” Indrid yelps, then slaps his hands over his mouth. He glares, “why does it matter?”

“Because while I’m payin those bills, you’re eatin’ dinner.”

“Everything in the fridge is disgusting and I can’t go to the store.” 

Duck takes the short trip out to the kitchen, opens the fridge to the new sound of Indrid’s footfalls behind him. 

“You got lots of decent stuff in here; could make you some eggs?”

“No, thank you.” Indrid shakes his head, looking a bit ill. 

“Well, what do you want? I can summon it up.”

“I’m out of Lucky Charms.” The humans says sheepishly, staring at his bare feet. 

A fresh box of cereal appears on the table, Duck pulling out the half empty bottle of milk. He thinks back to the drawings he saw yesterday and conjures a bowl covered in a pattern of brightly colored moths. 

He gathers the stack of bills of while hearts, stars, and horseshoes rattle into the bowl. After a few moments of crunching he hears, “May I ask a question?”

“Shoot.”

“Why is your nickname Duck? Does that word mean something else in demonic speech?”

Duck stuffs paper into envelopes, “Nah. It’s, uh, kinda silly but, uh, most demons learn how to take on an animal form. When it was my turn, they asked me which I wanted and, uh, I said I wanted to try bein’ a duck. Liked it so much I stayed that way for three months.”

There’s an odd, strangled sound that makes him look up; Indrid has one hand over his mouth and is shaking with little squeaks. He’s laughing. 

“I’m, I’m s-sorry but, but I, I cannot get over the image of you as a little, feathery waterbird.”

Duck smirks, “Only part that ever gave me trouble was the quackin’; always came out too deep.”

He just manages to pull the envelopes back as milk comes out the human’s nose and he giggles uncontrollably. 

“Ow, ow, heeh, oh g-goodness, I’m s-sorry I, I just haven’t laughed in so long, ugh, there’s milk on my shirt-”

“Guess you’re gonna need to shower now too.” 

“Nono, I can just change-”

Duck waves the bills back and forth, “Uh uh, if you want me to actually put these in the mailbox, you gotta agree to shower.”

“But that’s changing the terms!”

“Demon.” Duck grins. 

“Very well. Let me finish my dinner first.” Indrid scarfs the rest of the cereal, pads back towards the bedroom while Duck cleans the table. He waits to hear water running before going to the mailbox. When he gets back he sticks his head into the steamy bathroom.

“I’m gonna go now.”

“Oh, alright. Thank you again.” Indrid pokes his head out from the shower curtain and Duck resists the temptation to make the whole barrier disappear just for a peak. What can he say? He’s always liked his humans a bit unique looking. 

He draws a special sigil in the steamed-up mirror and heads for home. 

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Indrid sets the candle on the table, lights it, adds the symbol he found in the mirror, and then starts unpacking his groceries. 

“Lookit you doin’ chores.” The whiff of burnt pine needles accompanies Duck’s voice and draws the tension from Indrid’s shoulders. 

“I’ll have you know I swept today as well.” Indrid turns and crunches the bag of potato chips in his fists; Duck hasn’t put his horns or claws away, and his shirt is half unbuttoned. 

“Caught me while I was gardenin, which is why I ain’t as put together as normal. What can I do for you?”

“This may sound strange but, ah, what is the fee for just talking with you?”

Duck’s eyebrows shoot up and then he chuckles, “You’re full of surprises, little moth.”

Indrid touches the luna moth on his shoulder; how much had Duck studied him when he was here? Did he like what he saw? Does he give everyone he makes deals with nicknames that come out in a drawl like summer honey?

“Hows a little nibble of the old soul sound?”

“I accept. Ah, would you like some cookies? A friend of mine brought them over to me.”

“Sure. The fella on the fridge bring ‘em?” The demon indicates the picture of himself and Barclay, the one he can’t bring himself to throw away. 

“No. My friend Dani, she’s in charge of the gardens for the little co-op in town and when the bakery has seconds she often drops them off for me.” 

He really needs to stop staring at Duck’s chest, even demons probably find ogling rude. Duck’s eyes--one blue, one brown-- catch his own and suddenly claw tips are undoing the remaining buttons. Indrid goes pink but manages to get the cookies and two glasses of water on the table without incident. 

“You know, you never told me why you stayed a duck for so long.”

“It’s the least demonic thing you’ve ever heard but, uh, I just thought it was nice. Bein’ out in the woods, paddlin’ on the lake and watchin the world go by. Sleepin under the stars. Just makes you feel like you’re part of somethin’ bigger than yourself. Now, I got a question for you; why go to all the trouble of summonin’ me just to do your chores?”

Indrid bites his lip, “I knew I was in the kind of mental place where I could not manage it myself. And it felt safer to ask you than to ask my friends. Not that they wouldn’t help me. It’s just, when my mind is like that it turns so inward I can’t conceive of a world that might contain things for me.”

The demon says nothing for a moment, sips his water with a thoughtful look. Then he sets down the empty glass, “Glad you’re feelin a little better.” He tilts his head to indicate the sketch on the counter, “that new?”

“Yes” excitement bubbles up in his chest, “I was reading about--ah, well, it’s, it’s sort of a long story, I don’t want to bore you.”

Duck kicks his feet up on the spare chair and gestures for him to continue. So he does, tells the demon about reading every book he could find on the mythology and folklore of the Mexico and the American southwest, about his new inspiration for a series of drawings, his worries that no one will like them or purchase them and he’ll be stuck running his little psychic side business until he dies 

Duck, in turn, tells him about life as a forest demon, about his hellcat, and about the fact he routinely comes up to the human world for french onion soup because the stuff made in his realm never tastes right. When Indrid next looks at the clock, it’s well after midnight. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you so long.”

“No complaints here. But I oughta get home and feed Winnie before she shreds my cabinets again.” The demon stands, rounding the table, “gotta get my fee first.”

“Right. How should I…” Indrid stiffens as Duck bends forward, wondering if the sharp teeth that smiled at him all night are about to pierce his skin. 

Warm lips meet his forehead and he sighs at the tenderness in the gesture. Duck, however, moans as he pulls back, then quickly covers his mouth.

“Uh, that, that’s a totally, uh, totally not, uh, un-normal reaction, uh, fuck, see you around.” 

He’s gone with a campfire crackle, leaving Indrid to wonder how a demon can be such a terrible liar.

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“Sweet fuckin hell.” Duck gasps as his living room forms around him. His lips still tingle from kissing the human’s forehead, from the sheer force of the want and yes that came when he took that sip of soul. It’s never like that, never comes so willingly and eagerly, like the soul is searching for someone to look after it. 

Technically, there’s nothing stopping him from zipping right back up there and pinning Indrid to his bed while he takes what the human seems so happy to give. 

Duck takes five deep breaths, then ten, and then goes to retrieve Winnie from the cabinet she clawed her way into.

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When Barclay suggested Indrid find someone to confide in, Indrid’s going to guess he didn’t mean, “routinely invite a demon into your house to play cards or listen to music.”

Most times, Indrid isn’t even summoning him; they have two standing dates a week, plus a game night with Dani and her new girlfriend, Aubrey (who Duck seems to know but refuses to say more about how). Duck will sometimes drop by unannounced, and he hardly ever collects a fee these days. When he does, it’s always a taste of Indrid’s soul, taken via a kiss on the cheek. 

Indrid would let him take it any way he wanted. He’s well past denying the fact Duck is type in all his forms, that he’s gentler than most humans, and that he’s so charming Indrid would eat out of his hand. 

Duck even goes out with him, like the boyfriend he wishes he had. When he puts on his human form to accompany Indrid around town, he radiates enough residual, demonic energy that the people who normally make Indrid’s life a living hell stay far, far away. In fact, tonight is the first night in months he’s had something close to a disaster, and it was mostly an accident. He’s peeling his beer-soaked shirt over his head when he feels mis-matched eyes on his back.

“Have a little too much fun bartendin’ tonight?” Duck holds out his hand, rendering the shirt fresh and clean when it touches his palm.

“Some caveman hit on one of our regulars and would not back off when asked. She threw a full pint of beer on him and I happened to be standing right behind him when she did.” He wiggles out of his jeans, let’s Duck give them the same treatment he gave the shirt, “ugh, I need a bath, I smell like Rheingold.”

“Allow me.” Duck waves his hand and steam wafts from the bedroom, goes into it and grabs the bubble bath from under the sink as Indrid follows him in his underwear. Duck’s constant glancing at his crotch and legs makes him bold. 

“What’s the fee for such excellent service?”

“No fee, little moth. I’m just doin’ a favor for my friend.”

“And what if your friend wants to repay you anyway?”

When the demon looks up from the tub, his eyes are glowing, “Only if he’s doin’ it because he wants to and not because he owes me.”

“I want to, so very badly.”

In a flash Duck is in the tub, beckoning Indrid to join him. Indrid tests the water with his finger just to be safe.

“Mmm, nice and warm.”

“Hellfire, sugar. Now get your cute ass into the tub or--oh fuck yeah.” Duck growls as Indrid strips and climbs in with him, drags him into his lap and traces his claws up his sides while Indrid yanks him into a kiss.Curious, Indrid reaches one hand up to rub the base of his horn, the dark brown curls like smooth bark beneath his fingers. 

“Fuuuck” Duck groans, “feels like gettin a back-rub.”

“Then I better keep at it. Oh, oh my” Indrid sits back to admire the vines of green appearing in Duck’s skin, “you’re absolutely beautiful.”

“Kinky little thing, you like that I’m a demon.” Duck scrapes his teeth along Indrid’s shoulder, “that really why you summoned me? You were hopin I’d have my, uh, demonic way with you?”

“N-no, I, I, it’s no secret I’m attracted to you but I, you make me feel so happy, I’m so safe when I’m with you, and, and if all your care and affection towards me has been part of some malevolent plan please, please just tell me because I, I think I’m falling in love with you.” He kisses Duck with far more force than before, forestalling the inevitable confession that this was all just a game for his soul and his own, pathetic admission that he’s not sure that changes anything. 

“Oh, sugar” Duck keeps brushing their lips together as he speaks, “First time I tasted your soul I knew I was fucked. Knew I wanted to keep seein’ you, even if you never gave me another goddamn thing.”

Indrid buries his face in Duck’s shoulder, letting out shuddery sighs as Duck pets his back. He’s never leaving this spot, Duck is just going to have to carry him about while he does his infernal business and his housekeeping.

“Tell me what you want, little moth.” Duck kisses the shell of his ear. It still tingles, even when his soul stays put.

“Please fuck me? Oh! Oh that’s very efficient and extremely strange.” He squirms in Duck’s lap as his ass turns slick and stretched, like someone has pulled four fingers from it.

“Do it the traditional way some other time” The curved head of a cock bumps his ass, “you wanna feel just to be sure you can take it?”

He flails in the water a moment, finds a warm, responsive shaft with four, bumpy ridges leading to the head. It’s no bigger than the one toy he splurged on during his last trip to the city.

“Yes, certainly, oh, oh, AHHhnnnn yes.” The cock is hotter than his body as it slides in and he wonders if it will just melt him from the inside out, if Duck’s cum will be just as warm, how it will feel on his tongue and down his throat when he drags the demon into his bed.

“That’s it sugar, take it all the way. Fuck, been jerkin off to the thought of you on my dick for months.”

“Nnngh” Is his eloquent reply, the ridges of Duck’s cock making his toes curl and his fingers dig into Duck’s skin. 

“You like that idea, little moth? Knowin I could be out temptin anyone I wanted to and instead I was in bed thinkin’ about you?”

“Mhhmmm” He whines, the desire pouring off the demon wrapping around him and soothing his insecurities. 

Duck slows the thrusts of his hips and his voice is gentle when he whispers, “Course I did; no one can compare to you, ‘Drid.”

“Ohgod, Duck, please, please, please, want to be yours, always yours-”

“Careful,sugar, that sounds like you’re anglin’ for an infernal marriage.”

“A, a what? OHhhhnnyes” He moans as claws knead his ass.

“It’s a special kind of deal where a human agrees to marry a demon. Soon as they’re dead, they go straight to their spouse, no other options provided.” Duck cups his face, holding it steady so he can look into his eyes, “but there ain’t no need for that right now; way I see it, we can do this like we were just two normal fellas for now.”

“But it sounds fun.” Indrid offers a teasing pout and gets an adoring kiss in return. 

“Yeah? What if I tell you a lot of demons mark their spouses by piercing these” He pinches Indrid’s nipples, the pain making him bounce more determinedly on his dick. His demon growls, drops one hand down to thumb at the head of his aching cock, “pierce here too. Won’t even do it in public like you’re supposed to; do it at home so no one else will see just what a sweet, needy thing you are for me--whoah, fuck, did not expect you to cum just from playin with this nice dick a little.”

“V-very sensitive” Indrid gasps against the green swirls in Duck’s shoulder, his orgasm such a surprise he’s still registering it, hips twitching and tongue threatening to loll out of his mouth.

“Keep that in mind for next time. Might even bring a cage so you don’t cum too early and spoil my plans. Now, hold tight, little moth.” 

Indrid clings to the warm bulk of Duck’s body as his cock pounds up into him, the demon easily holding his hips up and his ass open so all he can do is whimper and writhe on it. When he cums it’s hot enough that Indrid squirms

“Don’t hurt does it?” Duck pets his sides, concerned. 

“Nono, it, it’s nice, just very strange.” Indrid winces as Duck pulls out, watches him wave his fingers to clear away the mess. When the demon makes no move to let go, Indrid looks up, “you really meant what you said? About wanting me as a boyfriend?”

“Damn right I do. Now c’mere, lemme get the beer outta your hair.”

Indrid hums as Duck scrubs his scalp and runs warm water over his skin, talking all the while about how they should go camping as a first date so no one will bother them, says he’ll even turn into a duck to make Indrid smile. 

Indrid says he knows just the spot, let’s his boyfriend dry them off and bundle them to bed and then, for the first time, falls asleep with a devil in his arms.

[queen-of-voltronian]

Omg thanks for the tag @mothmanavenue!!

named after anyone?

I am actually! I'm named after a little girl my mom used to watch in her lifeguarding summer job back when she was a teen/young adult. And my middle name is the same as both my mother's and grandmother's!

2. last time you cried?

shit bro I cried last night. the ending "who tells your story" song to Hamilton always gets me right in the feels.

3. do you have kids?

nope!

4. do you use sarcasm often?

I do use it quite often with my coworkers in my retail job lol. (Retail work really does live up to its reputation sometimes, but luckily the coworkers on my shift are great!)

5. what's the first thing you notice about people?

ooh this is a good one. What DO I notice first about people? Hmm...I would say probably their expressions - like whether they seem sad or happy or tired, etc. And then I start thinking of oh WHY do they look like that and coming up with little scenarios sometimes, or simply hoping that their day improves if they look under the weather and hoping their day stays the same if they look joyful!

6. color of your eyes?

Blue! Though sometimes they look more blueish-gray depending on lighting/what I'm wearing.

7. scary movie or happy ending?

Oh happy endings, all the way. I'm not a big fan of scary movies lol

8. any special talents?

you know the song that they play for horse races/chases—the William Tell Overture? I know how to snap/clap out the rhythm of about 10 seconds of that song (specifically the part running from about 0:14 - 0:26 of this video). It’s kinda hard to describe without seeing it, but it’s different from regular just plain clapping in that you use a mix of snapping your fingers and clapping the side of your cupped hand to get the right sounds. You can also get the tempo to be way faster than just regular clapping/snapping lol. Kinda dumb and silly, and I don't know if I'd really call it a "special" talent, but it's still kinda fun and charming all the same!

9. where were you born?

In the US of A, specifically California lol.

10. hobbies?

Reading and writing has always been a love affair of mine, and I really like doing a lot of arts&crafts type stuff. Years ago, I made one of my high school friends a book safe version of the story book from the tv show Once Upon A Time, and it's still one of the most favorite things I've ever made lol. Other than that, I want to start getting into digital art, though I haven't had the time i'd like to really sink my teeth into it yet.

11. pets?

I have one dog and one cat!

12. sports?

Oh I'm a tennis player all the way. My grandma was a real big tennis enthusiast, and she taught me and my siblings how to play and love the game! I don't play as much anymore now that I have work and bills and adult life getting in the way, but I still love it with a passion.

13. height?

I'm a shorty. I'll be generous and call myself 5ft 1in/155cms, but I'm usually one of, if not the shortest person in any room I walk into. Multiple of my taller friends throughout the years have joked that I'm the perfect arm rest for them lol

14. favorite subject?

I actually don't know if I could confine myself to just one. I always liked all of my subjects in school, because I always really like learning new things. Though I've always found history especially fascinating (particularly ancient history like Greek and Roman and Egyptian), and art/photography always held a special place in my heart. Funnily enough, English was one of my least favorite (I did not like writing essays (and FUCK fucking timed essays they can die in hell as I spit on them I hate them with a passion) even though I loved reading the books/class discussions about symbolism and analyisis of texts).

15. dream job?

I used to really want to be a teacher, but now I'm thinking I'd really like to be an editor! I've found that I really love discussing stories and the mechanics of how storytelling works, and I like the idea of working to make new stories the best they can be

no pressure tagging @vexednperplexed @k1ance-a-lot @badsongpetey, and anyone else who wants to join!

Thank you @blobfish-whisperer for the tag :)

Sorry for the late reply, been very busy and haven't had very stable internet

1. Named after anyone?

No i dont guess so??

2. Last time you cried?

A few months ago i think but i got pretty close with me graduating

3. Do you have any kids?

Nooo to young and i dont plan on having any either :)

4. Do you use sarcasm alot?

Yes very much so

5. Whats the first thing you notice abt people?

Uhh idk really since i dont meet new people alot

6. Color of your eyes?

Blue 💙

7. Scary movie or happy ending?

Ive been meaning to watch more horror movies but i dont :) I always enjoy a happy ending though

8. Any special talents?

Uhhh im double jointed in my fingers and elbow i guess/think??

9. Where were you born?

Tennessee, USA (unfortunately)

10. Hobbies?

Uhhh gaming and band i guess?

11. Pets?

2 dogs :)

12. Sports?

Uhh no im not very active but would band count?

13. Height

Its a secret (:

14. Favorite subject?

Social studies bc my teacher was awesome and the class was decently easy

15. Dream job?

Twitch gaming streamer

Some friends and mutuals :) @fourteensmallchildren @pikamiii @mikubinderthomasjefferson @autisticlancemcclain