#Leave&Attendance

[inbabylontheywept]

so i left the mormon church as a teenager (15ish? 16?), but stayed in attendance until i was 20. i was pretty up front about the whole deciding-it-wasnt-true process with my bishop, who frankly took it really well, but it wasnt like i pulled all 150 ward members aside and had a heart to heart with them. anyway, i didnt believe, so at 19 i didnt go on a mission, and while some people in the ward were totally fine with that, others werent. and there was one woman in her late 50s who pulled me aside one day to interrogate me why i hadnt gone on a mission.

"the duty of every young man" she said.

and the thing is, im autistic. and a lot of people assume that when youre autistic, your social skills just arent very good. but thats not exactly true. your Be Polite skills are kind of eh, and they tend to stay that way, but as a sort of survival mechanism your Be Rude skills become amazing simply because you get put in tons of situations where your choices are to Function or Be Polite. and no one can choose Be Polite forever. the world demands function, it merely encourages politeness.

anyway, it can really catch neurotypicals by surprise, because hey, heres this kind of awkward, graceless guy, who stumbles over his words a lot and is very apologetic. hes probably a huge pushover. but i'm only like that when we're playing The Polite Game, because i am frankly kind of bad at it. but when its time to play The Rude Game, i go fucking ham and asking about the not-going-on-a-mission thing is Super Rude. so i said:

"sister hadlock... they wont let me go because i lit-er-ally cannot stop sucking dicks. i dont know why, its just so, so hard."

*dramatic pause*

"also - its very difficult to stop."

anyway, it almost killed her. i think she'd expected to just kind of steamroll me for the entire conversation, but the answer crushed her soul. instead of continuing her interrogation she made a noise like a horse drowning in a bog and left.

to add insult to injury, she went to the bishop after that, thinking he'd chew me out for being an ass, but instead he chewed her out for not minding her own business. then she went to my parents after that, who basically went "yeah, babylon was pretty rude. but youre also pretty rude. what are you, mad that he's better at it than you?"

i really loved that ward.

[teksaar]

[thedemonsurfer]

It's really not all that surprising that the Daycare Attendant ended up being so popular, to the point that there's a whole subsection of FNAF fandom that's p much just the DCA.

For starters, there's Security Breach itself. Security Breach is a vastly different FNAF game from its predecessors. Instead of being a jumpscare-driven task management simulator, it is a free-roam exploration and puzzle game, also with jumpscares. Instead of a security guard with their butt glued to their office chair, you're playing as a kid trapped in the mall. That difference in format and story setup attracted a whole new crowd of players to FNAF.

Next is character design. Unlike the majority of animatronics in the killer robot furry franchise, the DCA is a lanky, vaguely human shaped jester with a dinnerplate head and a creepy fixed smile. That appeals to folks who might not be as much into the robot furries, but like lanky creepy jesters (I am one of those people).

Security Breach also FINALLY develops the animatronics into actual characters, rather than interchangeable jumpscares. It's not a coincidence that prior to SB, the most popular animatronic was Springtrap-- an animatronic outright possessed by the defacto main antagonist of the series. I still remember the sheer fuzzy excitement upon hearing the first teaser trailer where we found out that we would be playing as a kid and that Freddy was our friend. That's still so cool! Freddy is our friend!

But character is where the Daycare Attendant really blows everyone else out of the water.

Sun is, after Freddy and Vanessa, the NPC with the most lines of dialogue (ten). Sun and Vanessa are the only antagonists that speak directly to Gregory, rather than just having vague hunting lines. For comparison, of the Glamrocks only Roxy has a single line of interaction with another animatronic ("Get out of my room, Freddy!") and her pep talk in the mirror at the start of the game. Monty and Chica might as well be interchangeable, both only having hunting lines.

Hell, out of Moon's nineteen voice lines, eight of them are laughs, blowing away Vanny's whopping two lines in the entire game.

Sun is the only* FNAF antagonist that does not have a jumpscare sting when he grabs Gregory, and is one of the few antagonists that does not kill the player upon jumpscaring them. Sun is outright non-hostile towards Gregory, coming off as overbearing but genuinely friendly. In a FNAF game.

Kellen Goff's phenomenal voice acting further fleshes out the DCA's character, giving us solid foundations for their personalities. Sun is anxious, friendly, and bossy. Moon is a downright giggle gremlin, sadistic and playful. Both of them are childish, and the contrast between their personalities and their job as child caretakers makes them stand out even more.

It's also worth mentioning that the Daycare is one of the earliest sections of the game, easily reached within the first thirty minutes of playtime. This makes it very likely to have been seen by people who either ended up not finishing the game itself, or any let's play series they were watching. It's also one of the most complete sections of the game, with clear, easy to understand mechanics and a decent challenge, making it more enjoyable to play than some of the later puzzles.

So, yeah. Why wouldn't there be a whole subsection of fandom built around some of the most well developed and interesting characters in the entire franchise, from an installment that attracted a new crowd of people who were probably already looking for something different from the traditional FNAF experience?

*As far as I know there are no other FNAF animatronics that perform a jumpscare animation without an accompanying sound, but it's not impossible that there's someone in UCN that I've overlooked.

[petricorah]

....right??? [id in alt]

[spadillelicious]

Will we get to smooch Eclipse in LD&R? :333

Yes :)

[cookiiemancer]

Daycare shenanigans

[thatmooncake]

Just couldn’t leaf well enough alone

[biblically-accurate-dca]

painting test with a limited color palette

here's the moon equivalent!

[chicachomp]

more of these weird things

[mindiemakes]

Sun carrying time!

(The Lego literally hurt for like 5 seconds)

A doodle to accompany this one

[oh-no-its-bird]

Welcome back to another episode of "Birds incredibly niche aus that are almost definitely inspired off of some shit that happened to her"

On today's episode, I bring you; Disgruntled donations attendant Kakashi and "keeps bringing shit I can't fucking accept" Obito

(What is a donations attendant? Basically the person who works in the back rooms of good will who accepts donations from people who swing by with them. Lots of lifting heavy shit into boxes and moving furniture, lots of telling people "ma'am, that's a bunch of rusty nails. I can't accept that.")

Anyways.

Donations attendant Kakashi.... I think he works with Yamato and Shisui + Itachi are also there somewhere. (Team ro content...oughh...) Sarutobi is his shitty annoying boss

Kakashi is built like a stick and looks fucking anemic, so he's always getting people wary of handing him heavy things to lift, or offering to help— which is only actually helpful like 10% of the time and mildly patronizing the other 90%

Still, others can't help but worry

The actual point of this au is just Obito continuously coming by with things Kakashi can't actually accept and deriving way too much joy from making Kakashi explain why

He is pulling up with a truck bed loaded with just straight up rusty metal and going whatever do you mean owo ??? When Kakashi goes "Obito what the fuck."

He shows up with a mattress covered in suspicious red stains. They can't accept mattresses anyways, the stains are him going the extra mile.

Or he shows up when the store is closed just to drop bags of random crap and broken furniture on their back porch so Kakashi has to sort through it first thing in the morning.

^ on that note, multiple times Kakashi will reject whatever Obito brought in only for Obito to go "oh that's ok, I'll just bring it in again when you're gone, teehee <3"

Just this silent war between them with Obito continuously showing up with increasingly concerning things just to piss off Kakashi

It's incredibly unclear if they're actually friends or not. Yamato, Itachi and Shisui have a bet going on what the fuck their history and relationship is supposed to be. Shisui thinks they're friends, Yamato thinks they're enemies. Quietly, Itachi thinks they might be dating.

(The answer is all three and none of them at once)

I think Obito is actually taking unwanted trash from other Akatsuki members for this. He ran out of weird, useless, suspicious and / or dangerous shit to try and donate in that first month— he's been offering to take out the others trash since he ran out

Hidan especially is happy to give him things he doesn't want (most of it is blood stained. "Dont worry, Tobi" he says "the blood isnt mine!" "Oh yeah Kakashi will love this.")

Kakuzu asks if there's money involved in the disposal then gets disinterested when he learns there isn't

Konan once gives him a live bomb.

Itachi has yet to admit he knows Obito outside of work. (He is going out of his way to not be there when Obito comes by to bother Kakashi)

Uhhh something something then they angrily make out over the haunted dolls Obito brought in from Sasori (they weren't "haunted enough" for him to keep)

[chickenchirps27]

y’all really like them, have some more!!

[indapitt]

saw this insane take on twitter. mel is an R2!!!! she's not an intern! she's new to the Pitt but not to residency 😭😭😭😭 shipping aside, put some respect on her level!!!!!!

[xxcrumbxx]

Hello hello soo um im still workin on it ,ive been kinda burnt out from it an ik thers no real preshure and im wayyy past valintinse day but heres a wip of those silly lil valintines cards

Also today is my birth day im 22 now so .. Thats a thing. Anyway im planing on making like 3 alternet vershions of eclips 1 with the cannon tipical 2 arm pre decomishion desighn 1 with the 4 armed fannon /cannon design and 1 with the 4 armed ballone world desighn. Probly ganna take a bit but what ever it will be valintine in fuckin may who cares lol

[iamthebonecarver]

Honestly fuck all the florist/coffee shop AUs! I WANT CORPORATE ACCOUNTANT I LOVE MATH NEIL JOSTEN AND SOME TYPE OF CORPORATE GOTH JUSTICE FOR ALL ANDREW MINYARD goddamn it

The angst alone…

[midnight-mourning]

Blood & Blues

Made this on a whim at the behest of some moots wanting more yeti Sun, thus, this was born, bit of angst comfort if you will, hope you enjoy!

Frostbite au belongs to @divinit3a ^^

Content warning: non-graphic depictions of death, blood, implied gore

Word Count: 3059

You take another heavy footfall through the snow, breathing nearly a gasp with how much exertion you'd done by this point.

It wasn't necessarily because it was so thick. You were used to your boots disappearing beneath you and having to stomp through with more effort than otherwise necessary. Rather, it was the pace of the bot—person? yeti? you're still trying to figure it out—in front of you that was the source of your tiredness.

Insistent on not giving you even the slightest bit of a break. Moving quickly from one trap site to the next, making quips every now and then about how 'slow you are, especially for a human' and 'it would have been quicker to just leave you behind'.

It caused your frustration to rise with every stomped step, but you kept it to yourself, lest you have to deal with his smug chuckling at your expense.

All you'd wanted was to help, contribute some as opposed to the constant standing by and watching you felt you were always doing. It wasn't hard work either. Dangerous, sure. You wince at the sharp points on the bear trap as Sun grips both sides of the jaws and bends them apart, apart, apart until with a creaking snap it breaks into two pieces.

He inspects the now unusable trap, tsks, and tosses it away, rising to continue on.

You give the trap a brief glance then turn your focus to Sun's back, which is already quickly moving away.

You huff, and pick up your pace so you can walk in step beside him to try and initiate conversation at least.

"So why don't you collect the broken trap parts?" You question.

Sun grunts, seeming displeased you're keeping up. "What would be the point?"

"I don't know, you could surely use it for something right?" You suggest.

He scoffs. "Like what?"

"Just seems like a waste." You shrug, then have an idea. "Oh! Maybe you could repurpose them for weapons!"

A pause, and you become hopeful for a moment. Only for him to start laughing, stopping to turn to you. "Weapons you say?"

"Um, yeah?" Your face is burning, you try to ignore it.

Sun lets out another bout of laughter and then you suddenly find yourself faced with the tip of his spear. It's close enough that if you shifted just slightly it would be pricking the tip of your nose. You swallow, and make eye contact with him and his narrowed glare.

"I think this suits me just fine, Little Star. But I appreciate the recommendation. Really, I do." He lowers his weapon, then sheathes it on his back again.

It takes you a moment to come out of your shock, face burning as you begin to follow behind him again. Jerk.

You couldn't figure out what his problem was. You'd done nothing to him besides just simply, existing. It seemed even that was more than enough reason to have a distaste for you. Avoiding you when you'd cross paths, any attempts at conversation cut short with blunt words or a warning snarl.

But then, there were those times where he didn't seem to hate you as much. Threats were more teasing than legitimate. Seeming to do anything he could to get a rise out of you. And when you overhear the soft snickering coming from him after the fact, you realize that little stunt just now was one of those times.

Unlike the other times though, you were pissed.

It wasn't fair how he could flip his mood on the drop of a hat, be grumpy and overall unpleasant when you'd just wanted to contribute.

And this time, you say it. "That was dangerous, even for you."

"I'm already getting an earful from him, I don't need you chiming in." He grits out, trying to leave no room for further discussion.

You're not having it. "I was just trying to help. That's all I've been doing all day. All I've been trying to do since I got here. Why is that such an issue to you?"

"Because your help,"—he turns to you, clawed finger pointing at your chest—"Isn't necessary. I can take care of traps on my own, I can take care of poachers on my own, and I can take care of myself on. my. own. You're nothing more than a hindrance. I would have thought you'd realize that by now."

You can only stare at him for a moment, mouth agape. Tears prick your eyes, and you hope he can't see.

Those words stung more than you'd ever let on. Ever say. Considering all you'd done to be the exact opposite of what he just described you as. Cleaning up the research station, making food for yourself and for them, patching them up—when they'd let you—was all of that really so bad? Were you that terrible at helping others?

Did Moon feel the same?

You're too afraid of the answer to ask.

Seeming satisfied, Sun huffs, turning away. Though you miss the confliction in his gaze when he does.

"Hurry up now, unless you want left behind, Scraps." He starts walking again, quick as ever.

You come out of your shock and find he's already tens of yards away, and that settles it for you. You angrily wipe your eyes and with a sigh, head off.

Though not in the same direction as him.

You know the routes well enough at this point to go take care of the other traps. You'll go take care of some on your own and circle back with him later, that'll show him. And if not, at least you can acknowledge yourself that you tried.

It takes you a moment to orient yourself in the frozen landscape, but you figure it out soon enough. When you come across your first trap, you'll admit you're slightly nervous, but it releases when you press the trigger with your stick, and after a bit of fiddling you're able to disassemble it beyond recognition, burying the pieces in the snow as you move on to the next one.

Sure, maybe not as efficient, but it was still something. In fact, you'd lost count now of how many you'd managed to dismantle in your time apart from the yeti, so you'd consider that a win.

The sun was high in the sky now, and you think that Sun should have caught on to your trail at this point. So, satisfied with your point, you take a break at your next location. Sitting down, you look up to the sky and allow the wind to blow against your face freely. Your eyes close as you take a deep breath, feeling much calmer now.

Until you feel a shadow over your face, that is.

You frown, eyes still closed. "Do you mind, Furball? Think I've earned this."

"Oh, I'd say you've more than earned it."

That's not Sun's voice.

Your eyes shoot open, and find a hulking figure of a man standing above you, smirk slathered across his grimy face. He laughs, and the sound of others joining in makes you realize you're in a very bad situation.

You jump to your feet, finding yourself in the unwelcome company of three strangers. Based on their fur-covered attire and grisly weapons, you can only guess their poachers.

And if you had to take another guess, the ones who's traps you'd been destroying.

Oh no.

You swallow, and not knowing what else to do, raise your stick at them. The action only goads them.

"Aw, ain't that cute. What're you going to do with that, sweetheart?" The first man tuts, stepping forward. "Why don't you put that down before you hurt yourself—"

You hit him as hard as you can between his neck and shoulder, your stick holding strong. Though, given it was more like a thick branch, that isn't entirely surprising either.

He lets out a slew of curses and takes a swing at you blindly. Panicked, you jump back, only to yelp, then scream in pain.

The trap you'd been about to take apart has closed around your foot, sinking in just beyond the thick layer of your boots. You don't think it's deep, but it hurts a whole hell of a lot.

With a hiss you stumble and fall back into the snow, unable to move or get away. Only able to stare up in fear as your opponent sneers at you.

"Should have minded your own business, kid. Now you're going to die for it." He turns slightly. "Give me your gun."

You see the shock on the other two's faces. "They'll die out here anyway in this cold and that kind of wound. Don't you think that's taking it too far?"

Your—now potential murderer—snatches the weapon from the closer man. "Since when do you have a conscience? I want to make a point." He point the gun at you. "Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, sweetheart."

You squeeze your eyes shut, only to open them again seconds later when you hear a gut-wrenching scream. The man who was about to kill you is now nowhere to be seen, but based on the sounds of slashing and tearing and growling, you can surmise what's become of him.

The two others from before are panicking, shouting as they tumble over themselves to try and get away.

"It's the Ice Devil! The devil!"

"No, no no no please!"

There's the sound of a crunch and then a snarl, and then a blur of something white that launches toward the two attempting to run away. There's a flash of red and—you squeeze your eyes shut, though it does nothing to block out the sickening sounds.

The screams of agony that quickly become gurgled, the cracking and snapping of bones, it's almost as if you can see the carnage yourself. Almost as if you're living it yourself.

You don't know when it went away, replaced with the sound of heavy breaths right in front of you.

"Open your eyes, Sunshine. I'm finished."

You slowly peel one eye open, finding yourself face to face with Sun. There's an untamed look in his eyes, and a wild appearance all about him. Blood is splattered across his face, dripping red from his mouth, even. Parts of his fur are soaked in that dark crimson, it makes you nauseous.

Your gaze trails back to his face. He answers the question you were thinking.

"Tempting as it is, Scraps, I won't stoop to such levels. For your sake. You're welcome." He tsks. "Even if they would make for a good snack."

You let out a shaky sigh, relaxing slightly. "Thanks I guess—" You wince then, feeling pain shoot up your leg.

"You're hurt." Something flashes in Sun's eyes, shifting back to pick up and examine your injured limb.

You bite your cheek to avoid letting out another noise. "Just a little bit."

"A little?" He scoffs, rays twitching as he snarls to himself. "I should have made them suffer more."

"I, what?" You weren't sure if you heard him right.

Sun stands then, bending down and picking you up into his arms. "Better to leave it for now so you don't bleed out. I'll go as quickly as I can."

"Um, thanks." You mumble as he starts to head back to the research station. Your face feels warm at the moment, you're not used to being so close to him. Sun and Moon both have picked you up for various reasons in the past, but this felt different.

Sun's grip was tight, it felt like he was holding you as close to him as possible. Which, your frozen face wouldn't have minded if again, it didn't feel so... intimate.

You tune back in to hear him muttering something. Well, multiple somethings at that.

"I'll kill every last one of them, don't care what it takes...."

"The audacity to put their hands on what's mine..."

"...Should have torn them to shreds and made a statement."

There was more, much more, but you were too in shock to comprehend it all.

It, almost sounded like Sun cared about you. But, that would be crazy... right?

Other, less angry and more, displeased, comments start to appear.

"All my fault, should have been there..."

"Too late, too late, too late..."

"Could have been worse."

At this point you feel the urge to say something, better late than never you know.

You're afraid initially to touch him while he's worked up like this, but shake that off and reach your hand up to his face.

Sun halts at that moment, now staring down at you with wide eyes. There's the smallest fleck of fear in them, it gives you the confirmation you need to continue.

"This was because of me. I should've stuck with you instead of getting pissed and going out on my own. I'm sorry." You hesitate, then press your head against his chest.

There's a pause, and then several clicks. You suddenly find his faceplate pressed against your cheek, nuzzling against you. The action is followed by a low chuckle.

"Careful throwing around apologies like that, Pet. It'll go to my head." He pulls away then, starting to move once more. "I apologize too. For what I said. You're not a hindrance. You're anything but."

You scoff. "You're not one to say things you don't mean, speaking from experience."

"Is that what you think?" There's a softness to his tone that you've never heard before.

"It's what I know." Your own voice takes a slight downturn. "You tease, threaten, scold, and you mean each and every word of it. I can tell from how you say it."

No response for a moment.

"Do you recall when you first arrived here and we met?"

You laugh. "Of course I do, hard to figure almost getting your face ripped off and torn to bits."

"Only a little bit, Scraps. Moon doesn't let me tear up just anyone." Sun tsks, then shakes his head. "I meant, do you recall the impression you had? The little stories you'd thought were true, 'legends' as you called them."

You remember very well what you'd first thought when you'd came face to face with the yeti during your arctic exploration. The rumors had seemed more true than ever. Body of a beast, clawed hands that gripped your coat, almost ripping through to your flesh. Tusks which formed a snarl and seemed ready to maim you in one bite.

Ice Devil was an understatement, in that instant, not knowing if you were going to live or die.

But, after that initial encounter, it hadn't been so bad. Moon was kind, teasing, but had a care and a knowledge and a passion that you admired. And while Sun hadn't exactly matched up, it wasn't all bad either.

You nod. "To my credit I was going off what the locals said, but what's your point?"

"The point, is that not everything is what it appears to be, Pet. You know that better than anyone."

You think on it for a little bit. Which was apparently, longer than you had realized. You soon find that you're entering the research station, Sun's steps heavy against the metal ground. You find that the world's a bit fuzzier than before, and for a moment feel a jolt of fear run through you.

Sun notices and shushes you. You notice that the hall he leads you down isn't toward your room, and the door he opens is to—

"This is, your space I, I don't want to intrude," You wince as you sit up a little in his hold.

You've only been in their room once, by mistake. It had ended in Sun roaring at you to leave, and you'd never made the same error again.

You understood why, to be fair. It was in general a bit of a mess, but there was items in here from times long passed that you know they both treasured and held dear. Things that someone like you, an outsider, didn't deserve to see.

Sun scoffs, setting you down into the massive nest of bedding and blankets, taking care to elevate your injured leg.

"You have more pressing things to worry about, don't you think?" He kneels down beside your foot, looking up to you. "I'm going to remove this, it's going to hurt, so I suggest you find something to bite down on, I'd rather not listen to your screams."

You wrinkle your nose. "How kind you are."

"Of course."

You decide biting your coat sleeve is your best option, and just as you make that decision is when Sun grips the jaws of the trap and rips them apart and out of your foot.

You scream into your sleeve as searing pain reawakens in you, not paying attention as Sun then removes your boot and sock and rolls up your pant leg to examine the damage.

"Not as bad as it could be, I think you'll live, Scraps." His tone is teasing but there's a hint of something darker, angrier beneath it.

Tears prick your eyes as he sets to work on cleaning and wrapping the wounds, but you know it could be a lot worse. Once he's finished you sit up a bit, expecting him to tell you to leave now.

But as you swing your feet over the edge of the bed he pushes you to lay back down with one large hand.

"But—"

In a surprising move, Sun climbs over you and settles in beside you in the pile. Then, gripping you under your arms, pulls over into his lap, trapping you in his hold. Though, you're so startled you aren't even thinking about leaving in that second.

Sun makes a noise between a sigh and hum, rumbling through his chest and against your back. "Well, I think you've won, Pet. I hope you're satisfied."

"I, won what?" You tilt your head back as far as you can to look at him.

His smirk widens to a somewhat feral grin. But as he lays his head back and closes his eyes he gives you no further answer.

You open your mouth, then close it again, sighing as you close your eyes as well.

Maybe you'll be able to make sense of it—and him—after a well-deserved nap.

A bit long for a drabble, so i guess this is a one-shot lmao, i was in the mood for some angst but then wanted there to be a teeny bit of comfort, thanks for reading!

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