#tma blog (kinda)

[kalcifers-blog]

Why the fuck would they name it that

[waterfallofspace]

Not sure if you have any interest in this ship, but I was wondering if I could request a DabiHawks drabble with a sneezy Hawks? I tend to prefer colds, but honestly I’d be happy with whatever scenario you chose.

Feel free to say no or ignore this if it isn’t your vibe, though!! Either way, I’ll continue to devour whatever you write with reckless abandon hahaha ❤️

Hello!~ Thank you so much for the request!~ I don't ship these guys in canon, but for a snzfic?? oh yeah, they're an amazing dynamic to play around with~ I had a lot of fun with this, even though it's rather short, and hey- might actually get me to reopen that d/abihawks document that I've not touched in months, hahaha~ <3

(in a twist that was in no way planned but kinda just happened-) Here is kink!D/abi, with a sick H/awks!~ 870ish words, contains swearing and references to contagion and nsfw concepts~ (nothing too bad on either point, but be aware incase it's not your thing!~

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“Birdie, if you sneeze one more time I’m going to spray disinfectant directly into your mouth.” 

Hawks can’t help but roll his eyes, taking a second to collect himself before he turns towards the voice, Dabi’s judgemental gaze meeting his own. 

“While I’d certainly love to see you attempt that,” Hawks pauses, a far off look starting to form as he powers through the rest of the sentence, “I wouhh- wouldn’t wish this cold on my worst ehhnemy. And you, Dabs, are certainly not that.” 

There’s a hint of a smile across the charred skin, but it’s quickly chased off as Hawks raises a fist to his nose, ducking to the side and bracing it with his other hand for a desperate, “hhh’nTGht-! ek’GDtshh-!”  

Dabi scowls at him, taking a clear step back, and making a face Hawks can’t quite place. “Why are you even here then?” “Awwh,” Hawks coos fakely, knuckling his nose with a sniffle (and internally wincing slightly at the congested nature of his voice), “I was hoping for a bit of a nicer greeting, hot stuff. Didn’t you miss me?” 

“Didn’t miss your fucking germs.” 

“So you did miss me then?” Hawks taunts, tilting his head and shooting Dabi a smirk. It’s half-hearted at best, given current conditions, but it does the trick. That telltale glint alights in Dabi’s eyes, a hint of smoke wafting from his fingertips. 

“Don’t recall saying that.” 

“And you’re so afraid of catching this, that you won’t even get a liiiittle closer? Didn’t realize thhh- hHH’ETCHH–! eh’NGT-chh! Oh, bless me. What was I saying?” 

“Something you’d regret,” Dabi retorts, smoke continuing to fall from his fingers. There’s a hunger in his eyes that gives Hawks chills, and he can’t resist the urge to take a step forward, eyes locked on Dabi’s. 

“Right, I remember now, it was something about how I didn’t realize you, Dabi, one of the most powerful villains in the league, were scared off by something as common as a cold.”   

It’s a point-blank challenge, though Hawks can’t even tell why he’s making it. He wasn’t lying, he really doesn’t actually want to give Dabi this wretched cold. But still… something about that look in Dabi’s eyes and his posture, leaning against the wall– it’s damn near flirtatious. 

A single step forward is all it takes before Dabi moves, faster than Hawks can keep track of. First he feels a warm hand grab his wrists, then one against his wing, and before he knows it he’s pinned to the wall. Dabi’s mouth is against his neck, teeth meeting his skin. 

Hawks lets out a low gasp, letting his hands fall idle in their place above his head. The soft burn of Dabi’s heat against his slightly feverish skin is heavenly, and sets each of his nerves alight. 

“Dabs-” Hawks manages to slip out, voice raw with a mixture of this cold and something more personal to them. Dabi recognizes the tone instantly, and leans back, surveying his prisoner. 

True, Hawks could break free without much trouble, even sick, but well. That was hardly the point, now was it. 

Dabi leans forward, letting his charred lips meet Hawks’ mouth. He tastes familiar, and Hawks lets himself melt into the taste, just for a minute. Smoke, something vaguely minty, and a hint of the chapstick Dabi adamantly denies using. 

“W-wait–” Hawks mutters through the kiss, pulling his head as far back as he can manage. Dabi follows him at first, teeth clenching his lip (grinning at the near-moan it gets in reply) but quickly backs off as he gets the message just in time. 

“hH-gNDxt! F-fuck I… hhhh– hk’ntCshh!- D-Dabs you gotta release my haahh… h-hands… hh’kNXgt–chh!” 

Dabi concedes, taking a step back and letting Hawks deal with the mounting situation. Smoke could get to him sometimes if he was already irritated, and it seems this cold was the perfect flame of irritation. 

“hH’ETCShh! ETCHH’uh! Oh fuck- hH’nGXt-chh!” 

Taking pity, Dabi holds out a tissue. It’s crumpled, and torn, but clean. Hawks takes it with a thankful gasp, pitching forward with a harsh double “hHZShh-EZSHh!” into the soft folds, before finally blowing his nose and putting a stop to the attack. 

“That,” Dabi says, a glimmer of greed in his eyes, accentuated by mischief, “Was disgusting.” 

There’s a tone that Hawks can’t quite place, until he glances down. 

“Oh?” It’s congested to all hell, but the teasing nature of it remains squarely in tact. 

“Not a word, bird brain,” Dabi retorts, leaning forward for another kiss. 

Hawks pulls away just before their lips meet, giving Dabi a mischievous grin. “Is that why you were so worried about catching this? Gonna make for some embarrassing moments with the league.” 

“I stand by what I said. You better not fucking get me sick.” 

“hH’eNGxt! Hey, you’re the one kissing me, hot stu-” 

“Oh shut up.” 

Hawks does as he’s told, wrapping his hands around Dabi’s waist and pulling him in close for another greedy kiss. Of the facts about this hothead that he’s learned? This is hardly the most interesting. And hey, maybe this cold can be useful for something after all.

[eldritchhorrorluvr69]

Found a toddler in Artifact Storage? Three notes and I keep him

[r0semultiverse]

THERES SO MANY NUMBER & LETTER CODES THAT PROBABLY MEAN SOMETHING, MY ADHD ASS CANNOT! 😫

This shit has to be as hard to remember as the retail codes at grocery stores. 🤯

[basra-of-the-crows]

You are crow, right? If you don't mind, what kind are you?

Ah I see where the confusion arised, as much as I am human (for now at least), my flock generally consists of carrion crows, jackdaws and hooded crows! Currently in the process of trying to befriend some ravens and magpies to join (to… varying levels of success)! And I don’t mind the question at all!

[actuallyrandompersondaily]

He didn't regret his choices, but that didn't make it any less unsettling. Janet had met him with surprise, apparently confused over aspects of the person he'd become since living here, and he found himself equally baffled by her. He'd already been wary enough to warn Cecil, of course, but he was worried now that he'd been underestimating the danger.

He wasn't even sure if she'd changed at all, though. He was sure she had — Cecil hadn't been wrong about the fact that everyone did, whether they realised it or not — but it still felt less like she was a different person, and more like Carlos was reacting differently to her.

[michael-s-archive-assistant]

How many Legos animals and flowers do you think i could put around the Institute before someone notices? Or stops me?

[martins-taperecorder]

Hey man so are you like… tryna kiss that freaky blue eyed lady or is she tryna kiss you? The messages are mixed here.

Heyy so , ooc / mod post here.

Neither of them are trying to kiss each other?? 😭 The person who plays that character has made it very clear towards me that she dose NOT have any feelings like that. or is comfortable with doing that. at all.

I would also prefer if you.. don't immediately assume that kind of stuff please? Cause that personally makes me uncomfortable.

[the-m2-mimic]

[Start-up Command; Active] [...] [...] [M2 Active. Accessing data...] [Play Sequence; Humanoid Entity 44932.]

G- G- G- Good Afternoon, Boys And Girls! w- w- Welcome to- [Finding Online Location...] My Tumblr Blog! I L- l- Look Forward To Learning From All Of You!

[Start-up Sequence; Complete.]

meet the Mimic! they've somehow managed to gain access to the internet, which can only end poorly. and with that apparently it also gained access to the fucking multiverse, because i actually created this account to interact with a Nikola Orsinov account lmao. anywho, this is probably somewhat inaccurate to in-game lore, and it certainly isnt a canon TMA character, so huge un-reality and un-canon warnings for this blog. feel free to ask M2 anything you want while you're here!

Tag Key:

Reactivation = Asks

Circus Mimicry = TMA-related rp

Edwin's Design = Fnaf related rp

Technical Difficulties = OOC posts

[tma-incarnates-au]

Entity: The Stranger

Trait: "Plastic" (looks fake) Skin

Pre-Change

Name: Nikola Orsinov

Pronouns: she/they

Post-Change

Name: Nikola Novikova

Pronouns: she/they

[onelonelyghost]

Is it bad that I want to make a side blog to rp my tma character? I'm pretty sure I wouldn’t actually do much with it besides post doodles but it’s a fun idea I think.

[imjustdone-asksamaa]

This self-help book isn't that bad. Actually I'd go so far as to say some of it advice is pretty good so far. Hey what do you know, we might be seeing some changes around here :)

[n1skylover]

it's been what... a week(?) Since I was ripped away from my love and... OMFG I CANT DO THIS ANY MORE??? EATING HURTS. NOT EATING HURTS. WHAT IS SLEEP? THAT HURTS. I CANT STAND FOR MORE THEN A MIUNTE. I CANT READ??? I THOUGHT I COULD READ!? I APPARENTLY LOST BOTH OF MY SHOES??? WET SOCKS SUCK. FUCK YOU LONDON. IM THIS CLOSE TO FINDING THE NEAREST TALLEST BUILDING. I NEED HER. I NEED HIM BACK. PLEEASEE

[eliasbouchardofficial]

my favorite quote of all time. “Sweetie, it’s the Beholding. The voyeurism was implied.” -some fanfic I read :3

Hm... Wouldn't say the quote is wrong, if I'm being honest.

// I THINK I READ THAT ONE TOO.

[basra-of-the-crows]

…I think I’m feeling well enough to try and make the trek up to visit Salma today. Might need to bring some more crows with me than usual to make sure nothing happens… should I make myself a shepherd’s crook for next time? Maybe it’ll make it easier to travel…

God I feel like shit… I theoretically knew how It’d feel but it’s just agony at this point.

[thevoidcannotbefilled]

I wonder why I feel so strongly about Jon and Martin being in a machine and then slowly transformed into something/someone and only consider their past selves secondary to their current feelings?

Anyway, here's a snippet for a fic concept where Jon was put in a tape recorder and then eventually becomes a sentient archive who only sees his affiliation to his previous self as distant memory.

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Tim asked why I cared for my assistants. Further, he asked if I cared for the world. It’s a bit complicated to explain, but I will try my best.

I am not human. Emotions for me are formatted into simpler algorithms. Praise. Continue. Tolerate. Dissuade. Stop. Jonah has been the only exception, but hate is far too complex to explain. Think too much information leading to the conclusion, “Stop”, to which it leads to “Never Let Happen” and “Dissuade Fully”. Regardless of Jonah and his megalomaniac strides to power, I do not have a desire for such heights. I am the Archives. My only goal is to collect truths and categorize them. What is within it is mine. The floors, the walls, the statements, and you, my assistants. Yes, even you, Jon. There may be no place for an Archivist here, but you work for me, and therefore, will be an assistant in all ways but title.

So you ask. Do I care for the world? Do I care for you? Care is dishonest word to use. I do not wish the world harm, so I will not make it worse. I wish the happiness of what’s mine, and so I will do my best to keep my assistants happy.

But you ask me, if I can care, without arms to use or words easily my own. You ask me to care when I am made of stone and paper, recording evermore with tape for a brain and motors for a heart. I am not human and can not care except within my limits. And my limits, are great.

There is no pleasant way to put it. The Eye is your master, and I am its subset. Even with desires of my own, I can not help but be part of the system you hate. I can give comfort, but a cup of tea only does so much in a prison. But you are mine, and I will do what I can.

Saying this, I must make it clear, I am not Jonathan Sims. It would be a lie to say my past life doesn’t influence whom I consider my allies, but in recent times, Jonathan Sims’ loyalty is a tertiary factor at best. See, I know who you are. From each tiny scar to the tune of your laughter, I categorize you on what you are and what you aren’t until I have a picture of who you are to me. I know who you are and what I Know, is mine.

But you are not statements, and you are more than mere stories to keep hidden away and safe. You will explore a world far outside my reach and care for things with much greater empathy than I am capable of giving. And thus, you will care for the world.

I will protect you the best I can. However, I can not do so if you actively go outside my reach. If you’d like to keep the rest of the world safe, I can not help except to give information which was already freely given. No, the world is not safe, but that’s the point isn’t it? While the rituals can not end the world, they kill many and harm more, and the entities have great power even if they can never be here. If you wish to be heroes and save others, I would not advise it, but I will not stop you. Doing so would be against everything in what I am and what I was.

To put it simply, I care for you for you are mine. But you are also the world, and the world is your happiness. Therefore, I care for the world that is not me that will become part of me through time. Because you are my world, and thus mine to protect.