#vanessa✨

[chwedout]

#did i tell u guys i never invested in the body armor bc i didnt like how it would cover him up SJDJSKSK

SIS SAME 😭 I UNLOCKED HIS OTHER COSTUMES TOO BUT CAN NEVER GET MYSELF TO CHANGE BECAUSE I WANNA SEE ARM AND TITS

SIS HELPSJSJSK fr we have the same braincell we just want to see leon’s tits😣

[chloesimaginationthings]

Everyone loves FNAF music man.. even Michael

[fallstaticexit]

The Art of Being Seen - a Nancy Landgraab story

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔒𝔫𝔢 - 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔥

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AN / Transcript under the cut

AN: Nancy's story will consist of 3 parts: Part One- Youth | Part Two - Uni | Part Three - Wife Three pivotal moments in Nancy’s life that shaped the Nancy we know today.

As mentioned in the prologue, this story may contain mature and possibly even uncomfy themes and all posts will have their corresponding trigger warners in the post as well as the tags. Trigger Warnings are: Homophobia / Religious Trauma / Death via Car Accident/ Drugs / Alcohol / Infidelity / Sex & Nudity

Also, I have experienced CAS burnout lately, so I aged down most of the townies to teens lol. I figured this version of Cassandra Goth can be the AU version since I’ve already wrote Bella and Morti Goth into my Briar legacy, which this story is apart of that universe.

Transcript:

Cassie: This is Blair Hall, the senior girls’ dorm, and if you ask me, it’s the best one. We have our own private library. Down there is the rec room; we’re not allowed to have the boys over unless it’s with a chaperone.

Cassie: We’re also the closest to the church, which is great for when we have group sessions before service. You won’t have to rush and scarf down breakfast, plus you can sleep in a little!

Nancy: [sarcastically] Gee, how’d I get so lucky?

Cassie: Sister Agnes always says, It’s not luck—it’s a blessing! Vacancies are hard to come by. My old roomie withdrew; she had a really hard time fitting in with the other girls. They can be... kind of intense.

Dina: Oh, look. Another pretty blonde rich girl. Like those aren’t a dime a dozen here.

Nina: [scoffs] Here we go...

Dina: I am not joking. I better not catch her ass around Don. The last hoochie he was tonguing down was also a skinny, flat-chested, blonde bimbo.

Vanessa: You need to put his weenie in a cage instead of fighting every girl that breathes the same air as him.

Dina: Well, he wouldn’t be tempted if these floozies would stay away from my man!

Vanessa: I guess dyeing your hair blonde isn’t working for you, huh?

Dina: Oh, shut it, VV. You’re just jealous he isn’t into redheads.

Nina: Hmm, I thought he was into redheads though.

Dina: Ugh, as if!

Cassie: You can pretty much decorate your space however you want. Just nothing that’s on the prohibited list. There’s a room check every night before curfew, and-

Nancy: What do you know about that redhead on the balcony?

Cassie: Dina?

Nancy: No, she said her name was Vanessa. I ran into her this morning but she didn’t mention her last name.

Cassie: Oh, yeah! VV. Vanessa Villareal. She’s- eh, one of the mean girls. I try to stay out their way. Probably best you do the same.

Nancy: [softly to herself] Villareal. So, she’s old money, too.

Cassie: Her family built the school. Guess that’s why she feels like she can do whatever she wants- eh, don’t tell anyone I said that!

Cassie: But, erm, you’re welcome to hang out with me and my friends during rec and lunch and stuff. I know how tough it can, being the new girl and all.

Nancy: Yeah? ...thanks- Cassie, was it?

Cassie: You’ll totally like my friends. They’re the coolest people on Earth.

Cassie: Definitely better than some people. You can tell who goes here because of their faith and who was forced here because of their lack of it.

Cassie: Hey guys! This is Nancy, she’s my new roomie.

Bob: No way, they filled Angela’s spot already? Money talks. I’m Bob, or Bobby, and this cool, tall drink of water is Geoffrey. Welcome to Paradise.

Bob: [whispers] Geoffrey! Say something to the pretty girl!

Geoffrey: [voice cracks] W-we’ve um, met already.

Geoffrey: Our dad’s are friends. I just haven’t seen her since we were 10 years old. She looks so... different.

Bob: Oh, I seeee. First love? Your ears are beet red, my man.

Bob: Take a seat, newbie! Are you into D&D, perchance?

Nancy: I have no idea what that is.

Bob: Oh, ho ho! You’re in for a treat, m’lady. I’ll catch you up from the beginning of our campaign.

Vanessa: You look so bored. Want to get out of here, new girl?

Vanessa: Don’t worry, I’ll return you back to your nerds in one piece.

Cassie: [grumbles] Um, hello, we’re sitting right here?

Nancy: Go where, exactly? This place is in the middle of nowhere.

Vanessa: Guess you’ll have to come and find out.

Nancy VO: [I learned then, that I would follow her anywhere]

Dina: There she goes, taking in another stray.

Nancy VO: [All she had to do was take my hand]

[letsmcfreackingloseit]

Hey-ho! I'm back again with some Apex Polarity art, but this time it's some designs for the humans' snow gear!

It started out with me just trying to figure out a design for y/n in my little comic, but then I thought it would be fun to also try and visualize the other humans, so here's my take of y/n, Vanessa and Michael! I really like how they turned out, although I don't think I got Vanessa's "patchwork" look quite right, but I still like where I landed. I added a blue scarf and I was really tempted to give her those red goggles, since it would've made her resemble Vanny even more, but in the end I desided against it.

So yeah- nothing too big this time, just something fun and easy!

But to round this off, I will of course credit the wonderful author @naffeclipse who is writing Apex Polarity, which you can go read if you click right here (can 100% recommend, especially if you like stories with a bunch of fluff, mystery and drama~!) and today I give credit to myself for the designs of the humans! ;P

[castieldelamancha]

Castiel stares at Dean, standing at the doorway of his bedroom, his hands are in the pockets of his coat, one of them closed tightly around his gift.

"Okay, man, I've emptied a side of the wardrobe and a couple drawers for you," he doesn't really have any clothes yet, but Castiel appreciates the gesture immensely nevertheless, "you have your own side on this bed, you can come in." Dean doesn't even look up from the book he is currently reading and Castiel appreciates the little, if slightly annoyed, push Dean has given him to do what he has to do.

He steps in the room, closing the door behind him, "there is something I wanted you to have," he says, he takes his hands out his pockets, one empty, the other one holding the feather, Dean puts the book down and looks at him, expectantly, "before I set my grace free I had the chance to keep something of my old self with me," he walks to the bed and sits down heavily on the mattress, he opens his palm and shows the feather to Dean, jet black, glowing with the pulsating light of the last drop of his grace, that seems to shine brighter now due to its closeness to such a familiar and beloved soul for it, "I chose this feather, and I'd like you to keep it." His past is irremediably linked to Dean, as his present is and, if everything goes well, as his future will be. He is giving Dean a reminder of that, "the angel I was might be gone, but the memories we made together aren't." just like he gave him his heart a long time ago too.

Dean takes it from his open palm, reverently, cautiously, he shallows, looking at Cas with those eyes that tell him he is a bit at a loss of what to say, or what to do, even if he can tell he is also already working out where he is going to keep it so it's safe, even if the pass of time won't affect it in any way. He simply puts his arms around Cas, the tip of the feather tickling the back of his neck, he hugs back. Castiel doesn't need words to understand all Dean is telling him right now.

[pixlokita]

Does GGY have a so.ething that ever made him terrified or Seriously angered

[theteapotofdoom]

Going through something hella specific at the moment

[yellowgreendinno]

Do you have any fanfiction suggestions for Nozessa? I'm rather curious of this ship.

Well, one of my biggest suggestions is checking some of @f-oighear @vilandel ' s works on Ao3. Especially because sometimes I struggle to find new Nozessa content and I feel their pieces are very re-readable; I never get tired of them (and they make me very emotional)

My two personal favourite fanfics are "waiting for your call" and "Melody of your heart", which both follow moreless the same structure: a repetitive event - late night phone calls and Nozel's piano solos - as their conversations get progressively longer and more heartfelt💗✨

Also other works i would recommend are @mouxesaint (mouxe)'s pieces on Ao3 as well they're very wholesome.

Hope this helped you Anon and have an amazing day/night!! 💗✨

[drageverywhere]

😍🩶

[kheyys-worms]

A Cecaelia's Lament.

[chwedout]

happy birthday!!!! 🎉🥳🎂

SIS THANK YOUUU MISS YOU LOVE YOU🥹💖

[yulyeong-k]

.💛✨

[irene-dimension]

my silly little bunny <3

[castieldelamancha]

"Dean?" 

And Dean doesn't know what to make of the tone in the voice calling out for him. 

"In the kitchen, Cas." He calls back, keeping an eye on the tomato sauce he was in the middle of making. 

He hears Castiel entering the room, "you okay?" He asks, without turning around.

"I turned on my phone." And that something is still there, in his tone, something quiet and fragile, he sounds a bit choked up.

"Okay." Dean replies, slowly, wondering where this is going. "Something happened to it? We can get you a new one." 

"You texted me." 

Dean decides the tomato sauce can burn for all he cares, his grip on the wooden spoon he was using to stir it tightens. 

"He doesn't quite know what he is feeling, it's not shame, he thinks, he just had forgotten about those texts. It feels a bit silly now. 

He clears his throat, still not turning around, "I guess I did, yeah."

is this you?

The text says.

Then a picture of a small bird, a colorful starling, staring right at the camera. Head slightly tilted to the left.

"That guy over there landed on my hood, and it was staring at me, in that unnerving way," like it was trying to tell him something, Dean was desperate, like it knew him, Dean felt so lost," it wouldn't leave, guess it was tired or something." He shrugs. "It's pretty fucking stupid, I know." The bird ended up leaving, joining the flock waiting for him up in the sky, leaving Dean behind, staring at him until his eyes couldn't find him anymore among the other birds heading south.

There is another text, from that very same day, sent just a couple hours later.

i miss you.

He never texted Cas again, after that, didn't make any sense, it took him a bit longer to stop praying to him. Even if he knew his prayers could never reach him where he was, that darkness would have never allowed the tiniest spark of light to reach its twisted insides.

Strong arms wrap themselves around his waist, and he can feel Castiel's forehead pressed against his shoulderblade. It's tentative, the way he moves, like he thinks Dean will tell him to step back, he is testing the unknown waters they are navigating together now. 

"Dean."

"It's fine Cas, really." 

He gets some sauce in the spoon, lifting it over his shoulder, "here, try this." And Castiel does, humming thoughtfully, allowing Dean to distract him from the matter in hands.

"It's really good." He says, resuming his previous position, leaving Dean to quietly turn off the stove and put a lid over the sauce.

Dean turns around, putting his own arms around Cas, who rests his head on his shoulder.

"I would have found a way to see you once again if I had been able, I hope you know that."

Dean nods before realizing Castiel can't actually see them, he has to talk, through this heavy lump in his throat, "I know." He hushes.

Dean decides then that, as impractical as it might could be, he would very much like to stay right here, holding Cas close. He rests his cheek on the top of his head and he has never been hugged like this, for so long, so tenderly. Cas hasn't either, Dean doesn't need to ask to know, and that makes him hold on even more tightly. 

Dean can't help but smile dopily at the way Cas sways them side to side, from time to time, as they stand there, intertwined, in the middle of the kitchen.

"Dean?" His tone is lighter now, like he can breathe again.

"Yeah?"

"Did it really remind you of me because of its unnerving staring?" There is no heat or offense behind his words so Dean laughs lightly.

"No, of course not, maybe just a little bit." 

It was the color of its feathers, actually, because he pictured Castiel's wings when he saw them.

He doesn't say it out loud.

He can't, there are many things he can't say yet, he isn't ready yet. But Castiel understands, Castiel would wait a thousand years for him if it was necessary.

Not only in that bird did he see Cas. He saw him in the most beautiful sunsets, in the brightest stars.

He doesn't say it out loud.

He moves back a little instead, making Castiel move with him, but now allowing him to move back any further, keeping them tangles in this neverending embrace, he leans in, questioningly, Castiel crosses the distance that is left between them, kissing him.

[shiningstarr15]

Look I’m just saying that now that we’re about to have an (unofficial) official duo name for Gregory and Vanessa I’d better see a huge uptick in content for them 🤓☝️

[seven-thewanderer]

Okay I was looking through some posts & saw one from a specific user (cough cough Skittlewaffle cough cough) and I remembered something that I thought I did before I left, but I did it while I was gone:

I drew more SB animatronics!!

obviously we have the main 4 first:

Then we have Bonnie & Foxy:

And then we also have Vanny:

And also for some bonuses: here’s Monty with transparent glasses, & with no glasses