#to plan their next move &

[chloesimaginationthings]

"They call it the MANGLE" - FNAF 2 phone guy

[tatakaeeren]

"Geto" blowing bubbles °ﾟº❍｡°ﾟº❍｡

[coldswarkids]

introvert: adopted :)

[lambhouse]

we solemnly swear we're up to no good

[midnight-mourning]

DCA Promptober Day 30: Birthday

I have chosen violence with all of my promptober responses, this one is no different. That being said, hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1531

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"Robots can't have birthdays, silly!"

You set down the box you're carrying, glancing up to Sun, "You don't think?"

"Of course not," He scolds, pulling out another strand of streamers to hang up, "We're not born, we're made!"

You pull a bag of balloons out of the box, "Yeah, but still, there was a point where you didn't exist, and now you do. I'd still consider that a birthday."

Sun seems to ponder your words for a moment, rays spinning idly.

You blow up a few balloons, watching as he puts his fingers under his chin, staring at the ground as he taps his foot in thought. It makes you giggle and lose the air in you'd built up in your balloon. 

He comes to a decision finally, nodding once as he looks back to you, "I suppose you're right! Though, I can't seem to recall when that would be, to be honest."

"Well, we could always pick a day," You get more supplies out of the box, there should be a staff bot stopping by with cake and pizza anytime now, "If you want."

You start organizing party supplies, counting out what party favors you have and may need to run and grab more of for prizes and such during games. The bot helping you has gone quiet, and you assume that the conversation is therefore over. That doesn't last, however. 

You feel Sun's presence before you see him, he bends down to your level, tone in awe, uncertain, "Really? You mean that?"

You nod. 

"Would, would today be alright? After, after the party, of course."

You smile, using both hands to cup his faceplate, "Of course," You kiss him softly, then pull away, "If that's what you'd like. Moon can pick his own day, if he wants."

Sun's rays spin rapidly, and he has to use his hand to stop them. He speaks dazed, "Today is fine, he said."

You chuckle, "Today it is, then."

You finish setting up for the party, and it goes off without a hitch. Sun, very excited at the prospect of celebrating his own 'birthday' only does the basics of cleaning up, leaving up the decorations and the likes to give them an additional use.

You order another cake from Chica's, and after some calculated thinking, manage to come up with a decent gift for him and Moon both. 

To Sun's disappointment, Moon gets to go first, as the cycle hits just right for it. 

"You know I can't eat cake, right Star?" Moon chuckles as he sits down across from you at the miniature table. You'd stuck a party hat on his head, and while it looked silly with his other hat, it simply had to be done.

You flick on the lighter, lighting the candles, "True, but you still get to make a wish! So let me sing and just sit there looking pretty, alright?"

"Alright," His tone is smooth but with the quiet noise of his fans you know the comment flustered him. 

You sing, and once you're finished, Moon blows out the candles by clapping once, the resulting air extinguishing them. You cheer and after smearing a bit of cake across his faceplate, hold out his gift. You found some stars and moons themed wrapping paper lying around, making for the perfect gift, even if you'd just come up with it during the previous party.

He finishes removing the frosting from his features, "You didn't have to get us a gift, you know. This was a 'last-minute' decision as you would say."

"Well, I would also say that it's your birthday, and I got you a gift," You hold up Sun's gift in your other hand, wrapped in red and yellow paper, "And Sun! I figured you would argue otherwise."

Moon snickers, taking his present from you, "You would be correct."

He takes a moment to shake it, but doesn't seem to figure out what it is. He then methodically unwraps it revealing a sketch book.

"You always talk about wanting to draw, but with being the naptime attendant not getting to so..." You trail off.

He hums, then laughs. Then, reaches over and takes your hand, pressing it to his smile, "It's wonderful, thank you."

You cough, face hot, "There's um, a couple little sketches in there of mine, to get you started. And a message. But don't look at it until you're alone! Okay?"

"I won't," He promises.

After that, Sun becomes very impatient, insisting on opening his present before blowing out his candles. 

You laugh as he all but snatches your gift to him from you, ripping it open in a rush, "You're supposed to make a wish first!"

"Wishes can wait, this is far more important!" He says, finally disposing of the last of the packaging. 

Inside awaits a music box, which he immediately starts winding the key to. Once wound, the box pops open, a small glass couple are revealed to be dancing to Pas de Deux, from the Nutcracker. 

Sun's stare is hyper focused on the box and its occupants, hardly moving an inch as the tune plays, and the couple spin round and round. When they finish, there's a click as a small compartment opens, you put your hand over Sun's before he can reach into it and grab the paper inside. 

"Ah, ah, that's for later, please," You glance up at him, slightly nervous, "What um, what do you think?"

His words are soft and full of adoration, "Oh Sunshine, I love it. It's so thoughtful! I didn't know you'd remember how much I like the song."

"Of course I would. I introduced you to it, didn't I?" You tease.

Something clicks for him then, "This is your music box. I, I can't have this, it belongs to you."

"Sun, I gave you both something that meant a lot to me, so much so that I want you to keep it as a way to think of me, yeah?"

His hands entwines with yours, nodding once, "Yeah."

"Good. Now, how about that wish, hm?"

He nods again, "Right! The best for last!"

You light the candles for a second time, and sing once more. However, when Sun goes to clap out the candles, one stubborn candle remains lit. He claps again, and again. A final large clap makes it go out, only to lit back up again. 

Your snickering becomes audible, and he catches on to what's happened. 

Sun gasps, "Starlight! You would pull a prank on me?"

You burst out laughing then as his scolding raises in volume, having to take several minutes to calm down again. 

The memory fades out as you sit down at your kitchen table, scootching your chair in after a moment. 

There's no one sitting across from you, there's no one else in your home. It's just you, a lighter, and some unlit candles sitting on a cake. 

You stare at the cake for a moment, then grab the lighter. One by one you light the candles. You'd considered adding a joke candle this year, but you don't think you have the heart for it. Maybe next year, you always tell yourself. 

On a nearby wall is your calendar, today's date circled. It's the one from that following year, you never could bring yourself to take it down and replace it, instead utilizing your phone and a calendar in your office instead. That one was much more subtle with its markings. Just a small note scribbled in the corner of the day's square. It made you feel guilty each year you wrote it down so unceremoniously.

It's relatively dark in your apartment, a singular light on over the sink. It makes the shadows caused by the candles that much larger, and the flames seem to burn that much brighter. You've never been a fan of fire. That only got worse after what happened. 

You're stalling, you know it. You'd better start before the wax starts dripping into the frosting and wastes a perfectly good cake. Not that you were very hungry anyway. 

You lick your lips, voice unsteady, "Ha-Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to you..."

Tears start to well up and fall soon thereafter, your throat begins to tighten, but, you continue. 

"Happy, b-birth d-day dear-" Their faces flash through your mind once, but it's more than enough. A sob wracks through you and you have to stop singing. 

Your hands come up to your face, crying openly but embarrassed, even in the comfort of your own home. 

After a minute or so, you take a deep breath, collecting yourself. The candles are still burning. You owe them this.

You pick up after the point you left, to save yourself a little grief, "H-happy birthday t-t-to you..."

You wait another moment, your sniffling being the only noise in the quiet kitchen. Then, you blow them out, and you're left in half-hearted darkness. 

You wipe your eyes and sigh, "Happy birthday, boys. I love you."

You stare at the cake like it's somehow going to make them appear. Make the last several years disappear along with your heartache and grief like some bad dream.

It doesn't.

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Man I am NOT treating you all nicely with these last few huh? Bah, you can handle it I'm sure, besides, we've got one more that I think you'll really enjoy. Or at least, I'm going to :) 

Promptober list is here, and if you'd like to check in on the Spoovember schedule you can find that here. Thanks for reading!!

[bountycancelled]

about to be pulled out of my writing hiatus, by a WHITE man. feeling ashamed.

[rebelwithoutabroom]

I feel like one big reason ppl get burned out from fandom so quickly (especially on twt) is bc of how they treat it as a job instead of a hobby like... caring so much about engagement and numbers and fighting all the damn time about stupid stuff in a place that should be abt winding down and having fun. Making connections. Whenever i see someone announcing theyll take a one day break from fandom and treating it like a huge deal i know it aint it bro

[lainalit]

Instead of the fifth smut scene in Acosf we could have gotten the equivalent of a fae chess scene between nesta & cassian, so we could have seen how strategic and smart they actually are but this would require for sjm to understand her characters and not write them like horny teenagers for more than five minutes 🤡

[jakeperalta]

the tories crashing and burning in the local elections

[hijinxinprogress]

Coffee addict Never sleeps Tim drake ❌ 

Solving cases in his sleep off 87 energy drinks Tim Drake ✅

The coffee addict never sleeps perpetually tired Tim Drake thing is a widely accepted headcanon however that was elementary school tim but after he stayed up for a week straight subsisting entirely on coffee to decipher the bat weekly patrol schedule and how it aligns with rogue attacks/Arkham breakouts, he crashed then when he woke up it was fucking wednesday so he missed his chance to commemorate his discovery with pictures of Robin and he decided that shit would never happen again and made himself an ‘efficient’ sleep schedule so he could run around doing fuck shit, add to his robin shrine, and stay on honor roll bc he was even more pissed to see the gotham gazette had pictures of Robin with an on site interview credited to Vicki Vale (listen bowl cut tim had a one sided beef with vicki vale that included tim judging who gets better pics of the bats but she isn’t even aware that she’s competing with a whole ass child 😭 he’s sitting at the table with a mug of orange juice and looks at the newspaper snorts and goes ‘fucking amateur I could do better’) 

Regularly unsupervised tiny businessman in training Tim ‘Ten hours of uninterrupted sleep?? That’s so inefficient not to mention fucking stupid’ Drake is so pissed he missed getting shots of Robin dropkicking a rogue from 6 six stories up (for absolutely no reason dick just thinks it’s fun) that he just takes at least 3 hour naps every eight hours 😭 he refuses to spend almost half a day sleeping ‘for no reason when he could be doing something productive’ 

And he still does this as a bat but it’s just easier to tell if he didn’t take his nap bc he has less than zero impulse control and he’s just fucking done with everything like the gcpd is terrified bc tim’s saying shit like ‘This guys a fucking moron, I could’ve done this in half the time without killing anyone fucking loser doesn’t he know if you keep them alive you can prolong the torture?’ and ‘you’re like all hysterical and for what 🤨 ‘you blew up 83% of Bristol waah’ stfu and fucking rebuild it?? It’s only rich mfs that live there, it’s just a matter of them opening their fucking wallets’ once a new recruit made the mistake of asking if robin had adult supervision regularly and Tim responded with ‘well if you’re gonna snitch to cps like a little bitch then yeah’ and that cop did snitch so tim fucking doxxed him

Yj has just accepted that sometimes they will find tim in an air vent, on the roof, in one of their closets, or something just fucking knocked out then an alarm will go off and he’ll just get up like nothing happened but for the first couple of months they were probably concerned bc ‘I’ve never seen you sleep?? wtf are you on man’ and Tim’s confused bc ‘I slept next to you this morning wdym??’ and that’s how yj discovers tim sleeps with his eyes open

But one of the worst things about Tim’s ‘time efficient sleep schedule’ nonsense is that it fucking works he’s one of the most well rested and coherent bats even after back to back Arkham breakouts however the absolute worst thing about his sleep schedule is the likelihood of going into the cave and seeing tim staring in a daze but wide eyed yet somehow never blinking at the batcomputer with 57 tabs open on top of being unresponsive and thinking he has a fucking concussion or he’s been replaced but he’s just doing case work while muttering nonsense in his fucking sleep for some reason

[jtl-fics]

Fluent Freshman - Part 10

PREVIOUS

He calls his grandma to thank her for everything. She promises him that if anything keeps him from her on Christmas she’ll just make her way over to South Carolina to see him. “Maybe I can give that boy who is bullying you a piece of my mind!” She says and he loves her for it even if the thought of Andrew vs. his 70 year old grandma gives him heart palpitations that have nothing to do with the five hour energy he just slammed when no one was looking.

(He had eaten turkey because Abby had asked if he didn’t like it when he had forgone the white meat being passed around. She looked SAD so he just piled the dark meat onto his plate (at least it has less tryptophan) trip and now he needs to counteract the turkey. He could not afford to be sleepy on the impending car ride.)

He lets her know that everyone likes her pie and Abby had been overjoyed when he informed her that his gran always attaches a recipe card to the bottom for any pie in transit / for public consumption. (This is a woman who has been asked enough that she has the confidence to assume).

He gets off the line and feels the 5 hour energy kick in when Captain Neil appears out of nowhere next to him and he thinks he strains something when he resists the flinch his rapidly beating heart almost forces him into. “What language was that?” He asks.

“Polish.”

“You really do know a lot of languages. Just like your friend said.”

DANGER. DANGER. DANGER.

“Not that many.” DEFLECT DEFLECT DEFLECT “When are we heading out to Columbia?” DAMMIT

Captain Neil blinks but smiles, “We’ll be heading out in a little bit. Abby’s packing us leftovers. Too bad there’s no pie left. Do you think we could make it at the house? Andrew really liked it.” Neil says.

Pie is a safe topic. Pie will not betray him. Also if Andrew wants pie then he can’t kill FF until FF makes it and, perhaps, the pie will buy him a few extra days of mercy from his executioner.

“We can try. The secret ingredient is a grandma’s love though.” He says because it’s on the recipe card. It’s the most important ingredient in the whole pie. It’s what can keep a pie warm across a country. “Gran always says whipped cream can be used as a substitute though.” he says.

Captain Neil blushes.

DAMMIT WHY? WHY BRING UP THE WHIPPED CREAM?

“Well, we’ll have to pick some up from the store.” Captain Neil manages.

FF blanks his face as best he can and nods but gets up his heart beating too fast to remain seated. “I’ll be outside.” He says because he needs to walk around in some circles while he can. The car ride to Columbia is going to be a nightmare in general but especially since he slammed the five hour energy.

Kevin is the reason for the hold-up and the reason that FF gets 80 more laps around the house. He’s reminding them that they can’t stop exercising just because it’s a break gesturing to himself and the 20 minutes of squats that he just did to burn off the pie and then to FF who passes a window for the 10th time since this conversation started “See FF is keeping up with his fitness. Be more like him.”

Wymack eventually drags Kevin out of the house and into his car since they’re spending the break together. He flashes FF a thumbs up as FF passes and FF (unaware as always but great at mimicking social cues) gives him a thumbs up back.

It’s then that they get into the car. FF (as is the way of the world) is sitting bitch with Aaron and Nicky on either side of him.

Captain Neil is up front and starts to play some music. Both Nicky and Aaron are conked out before they even reach the entrance to the interstate. They have also slumped onto FF with Aaron asleep on his shoulder and Nicky drooling into his hair.

“You can just shove them off.” Andrew says.

“It’s fine.” FF says reminiscing about the last time he’d had something like this.

20 minutes later it’s not fine because the five hour energy is definitely kicking in but it would be so rude to move and wake Nicky and Aaron up. Nicky is probably tired because he came to check on FF five different times the night before and kept dragging him away from whatever Saw movie he was taking notes on and Aaron ate a LOT of white meat so he’s filled to the brim with tryptophan.

But he thinks he’s about to vibrate out of his skin.

He closes his eyes to try and breathe through this when.

“Smith said that we can try and recreate his grandma’s pie. We’ll just have to do a grocery run tomorrow.” Captain Neil says in Russian.

“It was good pie.” Andrew returns in the same language.

“He said that the secret ingredient is grandmotherly love.”

“It was on the recipe card. It said for best results be sure to add throughout the baking process.”

“His grandma said whipped cream was a good replacement. That it goes great with the pie.”

Uh-oh

FF knows that tone.

FF has fled across campus, the bus, the dorm room, and (one one notable occasion) the locker room when he has heard that tone coming from Captain Neil.

“Pie isn’t the only thing it will enhance the flavor of.” Andrew says back and FF feels as the car speeds up.

FF wishes that Andrew would just hurry up and crazy murder him already. He’d take the reverse bear trap over this psychological torture. He wants to pull up his phone and read if the Geneva Conventions list this as a war crime.

NEXT

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[camels-pen]

usopp and sanji late night impromptu date swimming in the aquarium. reblog if you agree

[swordmaid]

i am wide awake thinking about that post canon jb au again when I should be sleeping …!!! such is the nature of the jbrainrot…

[daddy-long-legssss]

going to bed thinking about him.

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU - Home

:3 You guys ready? I hope you are @spotaus

Timeline update! Nightmare was deaged 5 months ago. So they have been in Farmtale for 2 months now :3

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Horror sits in the by-riders seat as Straw drives the car. Humming along with the song. He looks back to the back of the truck and speaks "You didn't have to sit in the back..."

Crop snorts as he lounges against the door "Really? You were going to sit and fit in the back?"

Straw nods "I agree with my brother! You would not have fitted!"

Horror can't help but look between the two brothers "I still do not understand why you wanted me along..." Horror can only guess they need some help with carrying stuff. But Straw is very strong himself so even that that doesn't make sense.

Straw and Crop share a grin before Crop looks back at him with a smile "We needed your opinion on something. A bit of a project."

Horror frowns. A project? He wonders what kind. Oh well. If they want to drag him along to another farm house that is fine. Crop, and Straw for that matter, have been too kind with letting them all stay for as long as they have.

Crop suddenly sits up and points "To the left here Straw."

Straw squints his sockets but nods and they turn down a old road and after a large row of trees Horror spots they distancation, or at least he thinks it is.

An old farmhouse. It is almost falling apart and the plants are all overgrown and have taken over the porch and the whole pathway. He can see an old greenhouse that has broken glass and plants escaping it, the old greenhouse is connected to the actual building.

The farm area has multiple levels in height and ground. with old stairs and ladders leading from one level to the next.

They stop the truck and Straw gets out. He puts his hands on his hips as he looks around "it... it is a fixer upper! I think." Straw winces at his own words.

Crop glares at him before looking around worried "I mean... I knew it was old and abandoned but still..." He shoots Horror a worried look "What do you think?"

Horror tilts his skull. That is probably why they asked him along. Horror knows what the gang can fix and with Dust having taken up tinkering as a way to earn a bit of cash they had probably hoped Horror would know how much they can fix.

Especially as Cross and Horror himself had taken up fixing the stuff that didn't need wiring or enginering.

Horror walks over to the house and moves up the stairs carefully. While they creak they hold his weight, which is promising. Probably just old but no actual rotting. He gets to the house and opens the door. It is small but nice. the kitchen is a mess and he goes there first. The kitchen itself is old enough to still have a hearth in it with a stove build into and connected to it. Overall it looks fine but Dust would have to get his hands and use his skills to fix it.

Most of it would have to be repaired but Horror doens't see any signs or termites or anything that really threatens the building itself. Next to the kitchen is a large room and Horror figures it is the living room but... he hasn't seen any actual heating yet and thinks it is just the hearth. there is another fire place in this part of the house. So maybe it is better if this was just a bedroom. that way it would be sure to be warm for whoever lives here.

Horror sees old stairs leading up and follows it. only to find a very small area. it seems that the house is mostly the ground floor instead of mulitple but in theory it could work as living room. he goes back down the stairs and finds a door under the stair which leads to a hidden bathroom, much like in crop's house. Horror turns back only to find a hatch in the floor, he opens it and finds an old staircase to a cellar wth a few old casts. Maybe to age some products? probably. He leaves it and finds the last door, it is old glass and he carefully opens it to find the attached greenhouse. Completely overgrown and he knows little abbout greenhouses but nothing too bad as far as he can see.

Horror leaves the house and joins Crop at the front. he looks around with a frown "Where is Straw?"

Crop shrugs "Said he wanted to explore the area. So... what do you think? Is it fixable?"

horror shrugs "I think so? building should be easy. just takes stuff and time. Cellar and attic need cleaning and fixing..." He frowns back at the building "Greenhouse I am not sure. never made stuff like that..." back at the castle they just had an outside garden, Nightmare had just made the weather perfect for his garden... Horror really never gave it much thought that Nightmare just made their world perfect for their needs. They will have to step it up to make sure Nightmare gets all he deserves in his own child life.

Crop nods and waits. Horror blinks and has to focus to remember what he was saying before "Wires and stuff Dust can fix. just need time and things."

Crop starts to grin widely "Horror still will be perfect!" he grins at the house "If we start quickly it can probably be done before halfway autumn and you guys can move in! The farm will be harder to fix and find an use for..." crop turns to the land behind them as Horror blinks confused. What?

Crop looks thoughtful "The cliffs and hills make it hard to make it work but I heard that grapes like elevation and stuff. Maybe that can work? The river at the bottom could become a problem as it will expand in spring with the melt water but that also leaves a lot of fertile ground. maybe flowers can be grown there..." He nods as he crosses his arms and looks back at the house "The greenhouse will be needed to be fixed first. All monster farmers have a small greenhouse to grow magical food."

Horror holds up a hand as his mind spins and skull starts to hurt. Crop luckily stops and waits. Horror needs a moment before shooting Crop a look "We moving?"

Crop blinks before looking away sheepish "I mean... It isn't that i want you guys gone. But i know you guys want your own space... Straw and I asked around and well the others that meet you guys asked around as well. There is this old man in town, Gerson, he used to own this farm but he doesn't have the health to take care of the farm anymore... and as he doesn't have family... no one to take over... You know the guy!"

Horror thinks before remembering "Is he... Dust fixed his heating?" if he remembers that right.

Crop nods "His airconditioning... and his tv. and radio. and dishwasher. Dust fixed everything in that house in under an hour."

Horror blinks again because that is new information for him. Dust had only mentioned somone asked him to fix the heating or something.

Crop chuckles as he rubs his neck "He said you guys could have it. But to fix it up again, and once it is fixed if he could see it... So... what do you think?"

Horror turns back to the old house and the large open, and private, piece of land. it is hidden from the mainroad by the trees and the large natural forest encloses the area. He can see some very far away firewatch towers. meaning this is the nature park that was being used to help nature and the animals in the area...

Horror looks back at Crop as Crop looks at him with a large smile "I will still be your nearest neighbor." he points in the direction of the path "just following along that path and you get back to me, the road goes around and takes longer. The forest has fire watch towers to ensure safety and they will have a direct line to you guys in case of emergancy."

Horror thinks back to the place. A safe place, an area to start all over again...

Horror grins slightly and looks back to Crop "Will we need to think of a name?" Seeing as all the farms have names here.

Crop blinks before grinning widely "Eventually! First some repairations and cleaning but this is great!" he looks over to the cliff and shouts "brother! He thinks it will work for them!"

a loud cheer and moments later Straw runs back up the cliff "Really! That settles it! We will need to get to work quickly! I will drop you two off and go around to see if anyone has spare building materials and tell mister Gerson the great news!"

Crop grins and Horror chuckles.

A safe haven. Just for them.

A home.

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Remember the job situation? The plan is they get their own farm :3

[vetchtibbles]

it’s thinking about melanie magnusarchives/portrait practice hours

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