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[naffeclipse]

Chapter 14: This Episode Consumes and Consumes and Consumes Part 1

FNAF Cryptid!Sun/Moon x Cryptid Hunter!Y/N (SFW)

Everything is black save for two glowing eyes piercing the darkness. You scream as hands press you deeper into the bed. Thrashing wildly but hardly moving, you push back against the cool chassis hanging above you before the stroke of cold fingers raises goosebumps on your flesh and a soft, raspy voice slips in through your chaos. “It’s okay. It’s alright. You’re safe.” The comforting mantra is seamless and endless.

Word Count: 15,600~ Warnings: Death, violence, blood, injury, gore, dead bodies, anxiety, horror, and nightmares.

A/N: This will be the first in a three-part episode which I am very excited to have you guys read! Apologies for the long delay, this ended up far longer than anticipated but you'll soon see why it got away from me.

Things are a bit tense between you and your dear friend, after a long car drive you decide to part ways for a very special hunt, hike out into the desert, come upon a bloody campsite, and become aware that this is a much greater threat than you were anticipating.

[senoleaf]

one last chance.

choose wisely.

[miekasa]

What would satoru do in his son first's day of elementary school? I bet he would be crying in the car with Ijichi cause his baby is growing so fast :(

Satoru doesn’t cry when he’s dropping of his son. He takes way too many pictures and holds him for way too long—physically, in his arms, even as he’s made his way into the classroom, Satoru doesn’t want to set him down; walks around the whole room pointing out cool things, but it’s just to stall, just to keep his baby boy with him for as long as he can. He doesn’t cry or make a scene when it’s time to leave, other than give your son many many many kisses and tell him to have a super awesome day so he can hear about it later. He’s awfully cool, he’s smiling, your son is smiling, the teachers are smiling, hell even some of the other kids come up to Satoru because they always want a first day of school congratulatory fist bump. He’s Satoru—he’s the coolest in the room, and he keeps it together.

The second you’re off of school grounds though, he’s a mess. He freezes the second he sits down in the car. He doesn’t blink, he doesn’t move, he doesn’t even breathe when it finally hits him that he just dropped his kid off at school. That he’s old enough to be at school. Not daycare for half a day—this is school, it’s going to be eight whole hours before Satoru sees him again and his world physically stops. Ijichi asks him if he’s okay, and that’s when Satoru snaps out of it. He feels like crying, but he doesn’t; he doesn’t mask that he’s not really okay, for once, either. Ijichi can tell, and offers what comfort he can.

Satoru really loses it when he comes home. It’s quiet. It’s empty. There are not little footsteps, no bowls clanking together, no animated kids series playing on the TV, not even a stray stuffed animal. Only when he gets to the kitchen and sees those few spare cheese cubes that didn’t make it into his lunchbox is when Satoru really starts crying. His thoughts aren’t logical when he calls you to weep—“But—but, it’s the Muenster cheese he really likes and now he won’t have a balanced lunch and then he’ll be cranky and he won’t nap, and he might wake up the others and—oh, god, will he have enough energy to make it through the day? Baby, I have to—we should go give him more cheese. What if he wants more and he can’t have any because I’m not there for him and—”

And that fear of not being there for his son comes spiraling out and Satoru can’t stop it, and you have to remind him that it’s okay—that he’s Satoru’s son and he’ll always be okay, and that, “You’ve done this before, yeah? Megumi was a little older, but he was hard to let him go—but he turned out just fine because he always had you, Satoru. He still does.” Satoru just nods his head through sniffles. You literally have to coach him out of his fear but it's just :( he just loves his baby and he wants to take care of him forever.

And even though your kid is old enough to go to school on his own, that night all three of you end up cuddled together in your bedroom. Satoru in the middle with you on his left, and your son practically on top of him on his right, and he wouldn't rather be anywhere else in the world rn :( (Getting them to let go of each other is even worse the next day; you swear they share a single (empathetic, but single still) brain cell and that's how Satoru sends his dramatic feelings down to your son).

[boom33713]

have a tummy ache so im donatello posting ✌

[teacolouredink]

TEAM PRESENT REPRESENT 🩷🩵💙 My team wahoooo!!! :D Idk if you can tell but I really really love drawing off the hook hehe! What can I say, pink/mint green is a stellar combo! ✨ Only 3 more idols to goooo ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

[the-little-red-queen]

It’s wild how many posts/fics/snippets/blurbs/etc. I’ve seen where people want Buck to kiss Eddie at the firehouse to make a “statement” to Gerrard, ESPECIALLY considering how rancid people were about the Buck/Lucy kiss during season five

Like, to each their own, but it seems like everyone who was Big Mad about Buck cheating on Taylor and hiding it from her because they thought it was OOC is out here now saying that “Eddie should kiss Buck so good he forgets he has a boyfriend🤭” which like. We’ve been down this path already, if you’re looking for character development that’s not it, that’s just Buck back on the hamster wheel

[berryblu-arts]

Digging myself out of art block, didn't feel like drawing humans, have some birbs!

[hellisntreal]

a power of peace and healing//your bones run strong

I spent a very long time trying to work out a Stone design and I'm still not settled! I'm sure like my other humanizations of Fallen London entities, I'll come up with a few <3

[transfaguette]

one thing about games discourse i’ll never understand is when people are like, “yeah the games really fun and well made, but its not a true [insert genre]” as a negative point. like okay. why is this relevant. do you like games or do you just like the idea of genres.

[levitheeldritch]

TSUOTIDUTIUDDIUDIUDIU UNDERVERSE ISN'T CANCELLED ANYMORE

AHHHHH I'M SO HAPPY

[pigeonsareevil]

Something, about Dutch acting so emotionally immature at times in the games because his father died when he was still a child and the way he still talks about it and holds a grudge to all of South because it impacted him a lot more he lets on and he never properly grieved and never got to heal from it so he is emotionally stuck as that 7/8 year old (or however old he was) and something about him having such a problem with people leaving the gang and more specifically leaving him because his father "left" when he was so young and it hurt him and he doesn't want to hurt and doesn't know how to deal with the pain so he turns it into anger and something, something about him again...

[cardinal-crossing]

Doodle Dump, most of these are aggies I forgot to post, so I will list all the characters featured and I’ll put the artwork under the cut (there’s quite a lot)

Characters: Submas Borrower Au: @evtraininguniversity Agee and Giant: @raisans-art Conductor Emmet (DBD Emmet): @legendslugia Cowboy Submas Au: @caramel-caracal Marshrill AU: @raisans-art (apologies for @ you twice) These are not in any particular order, my apologies.

[nebblesmakesthings]

🎊🎉🥳 CELEBRATORY "WRISTS FINALLY WORK AGAIN" VAINE ART!!! 🥳🎉🎊

[knowthatiloveyou]

New Hannah Waddingham Pepperidge Farm AD

[adamsvanrhijn]

sorry but i've just seen you say on a poll from a couple of days ago that you can't roll your r's.... babes, don't you speak french??? what do you do with your rs when speaking french? i'm sooooo intrigued rn omfg. like say "de rien" out loud, don't you automatically roll the r without even trying????????????

we're just gonna ignore the vowels on this one but i hope it gets the point across. sorry french people for butchering your language

[zukkaoru]

"Lay your head on my shoulder and try to sleep." for any ship u feel like! <3

have some uhhh [spins wheel] pre-relationship kunidazai! post-doa arc with a mention of kunikida having hand tremors bc asagiri was a coward to take his hands away and then give them back without any consequences

warnings: referenced bsd-typical violence & guns word count: 1046

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There was a very logical and predictable series of events that led to Dazai and Kunikida sitting in an otherwise-empty waiting room while Kyouka is in surgery. If Dazai had paused for a second to think things through, it could have even been prevented. But he hadn’t, and Kyouka got shot while out on a case that she was only called in for because Kenji had to make a trip home for a wedding, and Yosano is in Kumamoto on a case with Ranpo because they prefer traveling long distances with her as opposed to any of the other Agency members.

Dazai could have insisted Kunikida go with Ranpo, or he could have gone with Ranpo himself. He could have suggested Atsushi fill in for Kenji rather than Kyouka. He should have warned Kunikida that they guy they were after would have a hidden gun, but he expected Kunikida would figure that out himself. He hadn’t factored in Kunikida devoting more attention to whether or not Kyouka was harmed, since she doesn’t have Kenji’s super strength, because he assumed Demon Snow would work well enough as a bodyguard in Kunikida’s mind. But Demon Snow was fighting another ability user and in the split second Kunikida turned to ensure Kyouka was holding up on her own, their enemy pulled his second gun and fired.

Dazai should have been able to stop it.

Instead, he got a call from a frantic Kunikida, giving no more information than the hospital where they were taking Kyouka and what sounded like the beginnings of a panic attack before Kunikida promptly hung up the phone.

He was pacing around the waiting room when Dazai arrived. He plopped himself into a chair and waited silently, until an hour had passed and Kunikida was still anxiously pacing, at which point Dazai decided it was time to intervene. He managed to coax Kunikida into a chair, but he’s still bouncing his leg and twisting his fingers together and periodically pulling his notebook from his pocket just to mindlessly flip through the pages.

“She’s going to be okay,” Dazai says. He doesn’t know for sure, but he says it like he does because Kunikida always believes him when he speaks with such certainty.

Kunikida sighs deeply. His leg starts bouncing faster. His hands are shaking even worse than usual—something that happens when he’s stressed or anxious. He doesn’t say anything in response, which is unlike him.

Dazai purses his lips. He doesn’t like being expected to comfort people, because he isn’t good at it. He doesn’t understand what is wanted from him, and he always seems to say the wrong words. But seeing Kunikida like this is so unnerving that he has to try something.

“Kunikida-kun,” he says, as gently as he can manage, “worrying won’t help.”

“I know,” Kunikida responds tersely.

“Kyouka-chan would want you to get some rest,” he tries.

Kunikida ignores him.

Dazai is running out of things to say. His eyes roam over Kunikida, searching for another option, and his eyes settle on the loose strands of hair that have fallen from his ponytail. Actions speak louder than words, right?

“Turn your back to me,” Dazai instructs.

Kunikida just looks at him warily.

“C’mon,” Dazai grins. “Don’t you trust me?”

“I do not,” Kunikida tells him, but he turns his back to Dazai anyway. Dazai loosens the hair tie, then pulls it from Kunikida’s hair. Kunikida makes a vaguely disgruntled noise in the back of his throat, but he doesn’t start yelling, so Dazai will take that as a victory.

Dazai runs his fingers through Kunikida’s hair, detangling it as best as he can without a brush or comb. Kunikida’s hair is thin, almost silky despite the bleach and dye hiding his natural hair color. Dazai doesn’t know why he chose to color his hair blonde, but trying to picture Kunikida as a brunet is even worse than questioning his life choices.

Dazai spends longer than necessary just letting the soft strands fall through his fingers, reveling in the feeling of it. It’s a strange sort of vulnerability, requiring far more sacrifice on Kunikida’s part than on Dazai’s. It’s the only sort of intimacy they’re good at.

But Dazai is not the sort of person who can grab hold of nice things and keep them, and Kunikida could never want someone like him. So he gathers Kunikida’s hair into one hand, and ties it back up into its typical style, then draws his hands back towards himself.

Kunikida lets out another sigh, but this one is significantly less stressed. If Dazai didn’t know better, he’d almost say it sounded fond.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

Dazai hums noncommittally. “It’s late,” he notes, because it was past sunset when he got the call and Kyouka’s been in surgery for hours. “You should get some rest.”

Kunikida turns to face him. “What about you?”

“I wasn’t the one on a case this evening,” Dazai points out. “C’mon, just lean your head on my shoulder and try to sleep. I’ve heard human contact helps calm your nerves.”

Kunikida looks skeptical, even though Dazai is about 95% sure that one is true.

“I’ll wake you if they come with news about Kyouka-chan,” Dazai promises.

Kunikida relents. He lays his head on Dazai’s shoulder, and only then does Dazai realize this may have been a very, very, bad idea for him. Because Kunikida is just using him as a pillow, and Kunikida thinks he’s just trying to be a good friend. But Dazai wants something else—something Kunikida will never give him—and now he’s getting a taste of the thing he craves so desperately he’d tear his own heart from his chest in order to get it, knowing it will never be his.

But Kunikida does finally fall asleep, even though he should have no reason to trust Dazai like this. Dazai removes his glasses and sets them on the empty seat beside him. He runs his fingers through Kunikida’s hair once more and whispers a, “Sleep well,” he knows will go unheard.

Dazai wants this to be something he can hold onto forever, but forever is not a thing he is capable of, so he’ll be content with having Kunikida in his arms for just this one moment.