#bti: build

[beyond-the-isle]

Finally,,, I can talk about at least one of the kids,,,,

Nat's eldest kid! takes after him a LOT (she may have also inherited a lil bit of dragon typing from him, whoops)

at the time of this ref, would be late teens and one of the oldest of the next gen gang (Tyr is the eldest of them all)

in training to take the Ciquex title after her father-she deals with battles while her younger brother will be the one delegating the island from a political standpoint

has qualified for champion challenges in Galar, Unova, and Alola, but has yet to become a champion (and is incredibly frustrated by this)

full team of dragons save for her Samurott

her tattoo is on her calf and represents both her aces-Geb the shiny Garchomp (and son of Draco) and Gaston, aforementioned Samurott

coping with her losses currently and goes between training in the Dragon's Den with Clair and back on Tano with her dad

[reqxxyt]

more than an arrangement

pairings: lando n. x f!reader

warnings: rushed ending, cursing, f!ckboy lando

masterlist requests are open!

[unedited] wc: 2.8k

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The media flooded once again with pictures of Lando Norris leaving a bar with another girl, arm around her waist as they left to the nearest hotel. This became an almost weekly routine, fans trying to uncover who every girl that was lucky enough to leave with the Mclaren driver. His PR team at first didn’t mind it until this routine became regular, growing tired of having to try and cover for it every single time. 

Until you came in. You were perfect, an innocent appearing model who came from humble beginnings that barely anyone knew about. 

A loud door slam made Lando jult in his sheets, uncovering himself from the sheets as he sat up attemption to adjust the light of the window that was now shining the room. The girl next to him fiddled around in the sheets and his manager looked pissed, glaring daggers at him telling non verbally to get rid of the poor girl he’ll never see again. 

But Lando pretended not to notice as he rubbed his eyes, beginning to get up only in boxers as he asked “whats up?”

“Whats up?” she practically wanted to kill him, she pulled out her phone showing her all the photos that appeared when searching up lando norris, scrolling through the entire thing to show up the explosion of tweets about last night. “Lando you need to get your shit together” 

“It’s not a big deal” he shrugged, waking the girl up as she sat up noticing the other person in the room and taking in the information from last night before her cheeks become a crimson red. 

His PR manager couldn’t believe the words being said, it was getting ridiculous, absurd how he didn’t care about his public image. “Lando, you’re becoming the manwhore of Formula 1” she attempted her best to not raise her voice any louder as the girl behind Lando gathered her things quickly and left. 

Lando stood silent, very little guilt entering his emotions as he just sat back down still a little sore. 

“It’s time you make an announcement” she said, walking forward handing him her phone with your picture on it. Lando furrowed his eyebrows as he looked upwards, about to ask her what she meant but she beat him to it. “I already contacted her team and they agreed to it. You’ll be in a fake relationship for the next couple of months until you figure your shit out and don’t even think about going behind my back and be with more girls because then you’ll just look like a cheater” 

He was about to argue back, btiing his tongue to not further his irritation, sighing to himself knowing he did have to change at some point, lowering his head no longer making eye contact as he just silent agreed with a quiet “sure”. 

The next week, you arrived at the Mclaren building with only your agent next to you as your heart kept wanting to pound out of your chest, wanting to be anywhere but here. But you entered anyways, you spoke to the front desk and they greeted you telling you Landos PR manager would be out shortly. 

You weren’t quite sure why you agreed to this. Hell you didn’t agree to this, your agent did seeing this as an opportunity to have your name out there but you didn’t want that. It would be like cheating the world, you tried to tell her but she would only reply with ‘It’s how the world works sadly’. 

Footsteps walking forward had interrupted your thoughts as you finally looked to see a women in her early thirties shine a bright smile as she waved you forward. You shook hands with her, trying to be as polite as possible knowing you would have to be dealing with how they described ‘man-whore’ for the next couple of months. This wasn’t how your mother would’ve wanted you to go to follow your dream, but you understood the entire thing being a press convenience. 

“This is Lando” she introduced him as he stepped forward. You had already done your research, enough to know most of the sport he was in, what he looked like, and his interests. You wondered to yourself if he tried to the same, doubting by the way he pronounced your name. 

“I’ll let you two talk while I discuss the arrangements with your agent” his manager spoke whisking away your only friend up until this point, leaving you two in awkward silence. 

“I’m sorry they forced you into this” his hand rubbed behind his neck a bit embarrassed as they began walking to the front lobby, you were about to reassure him before he talked again “although this would probably be a dream for you”

“Excuse me?” you were baffled by his assumption. He gave you a questioning look, as if the reason were the most obvious. “Why would having been tied down to you ever be a dream?”

“You’re name will grow with my fame, isn’t that the reason you agreed to this?” he asked not understanding as to why you were confused. Every other girl would’ve loved to be in the spotlight with him. 

“If I had the choice I would’ve not been here” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. Your attraction to him quickly disappearing. You wished your agent could just hurry up a bit faster as your nerves were about to lose their patience. 

“Right, obviously” he sarcastically replied, slumping down onto the couch chair, leaning far back as he crossed his legs. If there was one thing you hated most in this world it was egotistical jerks and narcissists so you only looked at him with disgust you sat next to him putting a few feet between the two of you. 

This would only end with one of you killing the other. 

Your agent informed you the premise of the plan, outlining your public appearances and announcement, when you would ‘surprise’ him at races, and overall interactions in front of cameras. Not making it too affectionate between you two quickly gathering the tension as they walking in the room with you two not looking or talking to the one another. 

This weekend you were going to one of the races, practically dressed in all of his merch. You looked ridiculous in your opinion but you obviously couldn’t state that out loud, only covering it up with an oversized jacket that apparently was well known to the fans as being Lando’s jacket. 

The drive to the race wasn’t at all nerve racking it was having to finally see the crowd of people by the paddock awaiting the drivers who would soon arrive with their loved ones, not knowing about you showing up hand in hand with Lando. But once they spotted the two of you, the swarm of people arrived taking multiude of pictures as you only tightened your hand, feeling your heart run a mile from the attention. 

Lando noticed your tight hold, caressing his free thumb over the back of your hand. You two finally arrived at the Mclaren garage, having to be introduced to practically everyone as you gave them a welcoming smile, trying to appear as approachable as possible. 

They called lando, feeling the sense that it was about to begin with rushed people around you trying to get ready as Lando turned to you not sure if you were comfortable enough but leaned forward anyway. Your felt your heart leap when he leaned in closer before suddenly turning your head, meeting contact with his lips by your cheek. 

It took you both by surprise but he brushed it off as he just left, leaving you in the garage to watch the practice secession from the monitors. After it ended, he walked in giving you a simple greeting as you just complimented him loud enough for passers to hear trying to make it as realistic as possible. 

The hotel room you two stayed in had two beds, per your request so you immediately crashed on the side nearest the window, you’ve always preferred it that way but you could feel eyes trained on you so you turned to see Lando shuffle away, turning away. You wanted to laugh, having caught him looking at you before he suddenly turned with serious look, 

“Are you going to start getting ready?” lando said, sounding suddenly imaptient. You furrowed your eyebrows a bit confused of his sudden irritation. You only entered the bathroom to not entice him more, even if you did nothing. You came out only half an hour later with freshly washed hair and pajamas with enough display to send Lando to feel a sort of unbalance in his stance as he was getting ready to enter the bathroom. 

You missed the way he looked at you with a deep desire beginning to grow before he shook his head, refusing to think of you that way and quickly walking into the bathroom to get ready. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep, drowsing in an out before you heard the bathroom door open. You ignored it as you heard further shuffling before hearing the creak and you dosed off into a another sleep. 

The next day was unsatisfying for Mclaren, landing in P12 on the grid for Lando. You two didn’t talk much, wondering to yourself if you should try comforting him but with his quiet demeanor you decided not to, thinking it was best for him to be alone and have a quiet time to himself. 

On race day, you wore his mclaren mclaren, wearing along with some sweats not trying too hard as you weren’t expecting much from this weekend with cameras slowly lessening as the weekend went by. But you noticed the amount of photographers in the Mclaren garage, standing in front of Lando as he was speaking to one of his engineers, getting ready to leave. 

“Lando?” you said, getting his attention looking at you now. You glanced at the cameras, already gathering the idea before leaning in and catching him by surprise only reacting a second later but you pulled away. Your eyes looked back at the cameras and Lando noticed, jaw clenching as you only showed him a soft smile whispering “good luck” 

He nodded, lips tightened in a smile as he headed to his position. The race didn’t go in his favor and your sympathetic smile didn’t help as he just passed you, by accident having shoved you a bit on his way to the drivers room. You sighed, biting the inside of your lip wondering if you should go follow him before you just walked not leaving any room for longer hesitation as you attempted looking for him, having to ask around if they had seen where he went. 

It didn’t take long before arriving at the shut door, you softly knocked and it took longer than youd expected before seeing Lando open the door “I don’t want an interview ri-” he stopped in hsi tracks seeing you with an apologetic frown. He wasnt sure how to feel and only said “here to comfort me infront of the cameras again?” 

“What?” your frown replaced by a confused look before remembering a couple of hours ago. You shook your head, inviting yourself inside as you just said “No, can’t a friend just help another friend” 

“We’re friends now?” he asked, wanting to scoff. You understood that he was taking out his anger on you but it didn’t mean that question didn’t hurt you, but either way you attempted to brush it off. 

“Why not? We’ll be stuck for a couple of months together” you shrugged, Lando shutting the door. 

“Because its all arranged. You don’t actually care about me” his voice stern yet his eyes held hurt behind them, only able to look down. 

“Do you see any cameras right now, Lando?” you tested him, stepping forward. You couldn’t believe you were willing to understand his perception, normally with anyone else you would lose your patience and allow them to close themselves out, but with the boy who stood only a few feet away you would’t allow that. “We may not be in a relationship but that doesn’t mean I don’t care” 

Lando thought about you differently since that day, he no longer saw you as the model that was forced to be in his mess of a life but instead the girl that was willing to actually be friends with him even without cameras around. But if they were only friends, why did each others heart pulse a certain way when near each other? 

These two didn’t realize this until a couple of months later, a race in Mexico City. You were originally not going to go seeing as your modeling gigs had increased and you held no more time for races as much but on that weekend one of your gigs had to reschedule and you made a last minute ticket purchase to actually surprise him this time. It was almost no longer an act, growing closer by the day as friends, building a bond that started a strange way. 

So when he spotted you on race day, his smile brightened as he ran up to you giving you tightest hug sending a wave of photographers your way expecting a more intimate action but he only kissed your cheek before you two walked to the mclaren garage. 

Your outfit didn’t consist of much mclaren merch just an orange beaded necklace and a jacket borrowed by Lando (a friendly gesture, of course). You watched intently, growing a certain liking for the sport your media boyfriend was in, beginning to grow a smile the closer he was to reaching the top places. You ended up on the edge of your seat quite literally before the garage erupted into cheers as Lando passed the finish line getting 3rd overall. 

Your smile practically reached your eyes as people in the garage began congratulating each other, proud of their hard work. You stayed behind as they did the podium rewards, not exactly being a big fan of crowds but making sure to congratulate Lando later. 

And later came quickly as cameras followed the mclaren driver whos only mission was to get to you, to give you the biggest hug. He finally found you, with a bright smile on each others faces as his hands wrapped around you before pulling you in before thinking himself, not even considering the amount of cameras around you two. Just allowing your lips to connect with his, feeling all of the adrenaline suddenly kicking in again. 

You two pulled away and finally noticed the cameras around, your shy smile suddenly reappearing trying to tell yourself he just did this for the image. Lando just grabbed your hand and left the scene with you, attempting to lose the press realizing how it appeared to you. 

You two arrived at the hotel Lando was staying in, remembering you had forgotten to book a hotel but either way he offered to sleep on the same bed and without much thought you agreed to it. 

“Hey, y/n?” he asked, stepping out of the bathroom with disheveled freshly showered hair and only with some shorts on as you began to get comfortable yourself, shuffling the covers around before stopping once Lando walked out. You tried your best not to stare at his bare chest, just humming in response. He walked closer, still debating whether to mention the kiss. “Ths kiss, I-”

“Oh that? Its no big deal, it was just for press anyways” you brushed it off, sounded unsure of yourself, wondering if you wanted it to be the opposite. But he stayed quiet causing you to look up now noticing his debating look, asking yourself if he was unsure about it as well. 

“What if I didn’t want it to be?” his voice a bit quiet as he started to sit down on the bed. You pretend to give a confused, secretly hoping this was were you thought it was going. His eyes flickered to your eyes, leaning a bit closer, “what if I could just” his breath was now almost fanning your lips as his hand began to hold the side of your face. His eyes once again looked at your own before flickering to your lips “once kiss you in private” 

Before you could answer back he pulled you in, crashing your lips against his once more. Now whether that was for his own trial run or desire was a debate you would unravel later. But in the moment, you only responded by following along, practically melting in his hold. His hand began to travel to the sides of your neck, allowing little space for air. 

“I would like that” you finally responded to him once you two separated, the curve of his lips curving upwards at your response.

[cotchottakes]

I’m neutral towards VanCraig. I think the concept of a kid who’s main schtick is bringing in various types of kids together and a kid who prefers animals over people is really fascinating. But it never feels truly acknowledged.

Also Cartoon Network videos promoting the ship over JpxManey and KelsxStacks feels like their forcing it which leaves a bad taste in my mouth. The fact that Wildernessa was on the CTFG poster spite having a limited presence only adds insult to injury. I can respect the creators not completely knowing what to do with er at first and then finally setting on something for her, the episode Breaking The Ice was pretty good but Puppy Love feels forced and unearned because Craig just likes her for NO APPARENT REASON other than she likes him. I can understand if he feels weird about this but he just flat out says he likes her back. Before someone says J.P and Maney didn’t have a massive build up as critic of my point I think that’s valid, but my counterpoint would be because that was done in the earlier stages of the show. We spent more time with them together than apart which makes up for the slightly rushed beginning of their relationship. A more reasonable comparison to this is Kelstacks, we spent episodes getting to see their dynamic unfold with hints of romance on both parties sprinkled in but not the main focus of said episode. And when we actually see it come to fruition, all the build up feels earned.

We had 2 seasons of Wildernessa being a bitch to Craig, after BTI it seemed like something special would develop but it feels bad because it only happened in 2 episodes. The finale of season 3 and Puppy Love. This unbalanced journey between them is the main reason why I’m not a fan of their relationship.

Unrelated note, theirs a clip of the worst ships consisting of CraigXEileen which seems really odd to me and almost feels like they put that in there just to make Craignessa seem good by comparison.

Marry me platonically, please

[thatcheeseycandle]

//WAKE UP YOU LOT TW FOR MAJOR SPOILERS ON IPOS'S CHP. 35 BLUE PETER ITS TIME FOR A READING

Ogdkayahahhaaa OFHHAHgAHANAHAHZHSBSXUGCGDAGCSKHVSBVS

YOU ANEKAY

THE SUMMARY IS ALREADY FRYING UP MY THROAT

wait WIA TWIA TIAUJAIAIAA OLIVA REAT UP FOR GODS SAKE

OLIVIA DO NOT NO NO

North NORTHHRHAHAHDHDVAHAHHAJAAOAOOAOAOA NORHTA REASEARCH

HIS RESEARCH

I TAKE BACK WHAT I SAID OLIVIA GO THROIGH THEM FILES

Wait WAIT. PEONY JUST- OH YEAH THAT MAKES SENSE NGL

STILL NOTING DOWN

Wait A HOUSE??????? WDYM AT ROOSTERA FARM. OKAY YEAH. CONAIDERING A LOT I'D HAVE TO STRETCH OUT A GUESS THAT THIS IS WHERE GNSJOURNAL TOOK PLACE WITH THE LIGHTING

But like I said THATS A FAR ATRETCH SO YEAH COUGHA YEAH

Wait AY AY WAIT. IM GUESAING THAT WAS POLLY NGL YEAH. YEAH THAT WAS POLLY DEF DEF

OKAY I GOTTA SPEEDRUN YHIS READ ITS NEARLY DINNER FOR ME RN AS OF WRITING THIS YEAH THIS SENTENCE

Ay AY. I

I newd I NEED. TO NOT. SCREAM. Give me a sec

Okay I screamed MYAHAIAAAAAAAA MU GOSH

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I SCREAMED AGAIN WHAT AY AY AY AY OLVIAII OLVIAIA SAAN KA NAAAAAAAA

GOOD GOSH- THIS IS WHY YOU WRITE DOWN ADDRESSES PEONY THIS IS WHY

Ay AYAYAYAYAYAY KING GEORGER CORBYN AYYYYYY

Oh. Oh right Merfyn and his uh COUGH COUGH. BLACK SMOKE. Ah.

Wait so- WAIT. OH THAT LITTLE SHIT. SO WAIT HE MEANT ALL THAT THE ENTIRE TIME. THAT LITTLE PRICK I SWEAR

Oh OH??? WELL DANG. AT LEAST HES BETTER AMIRIGHT-

Well crap thats THATA GONNA BE A SHORT ATORY ISNT IT

Blue pink?? TV GIR- NO NO NOT A TV GIRL REFERENCE DW

Woah WOAH WE GOING ALL NUMBERS NOW AY? THISLL BE INTEREATING NGL

I. Yeah uh COUGHS. A CERTAIN CAPRICORN WILL NOT BE PLEASED AT THAT MERFYN (the names are starting to confuse me IM SORRY)

ah gosh I GOTTA GO EAT SEC

AAAAAAAAA AI HAVE NEVER EATEN DINENR THAT FATS OGAHHSHS MY STOMAVH YEAH ITS GONNA EXPLODE

RIGHT BACK TO YEAH

My goah GOOD GOSH- MERFYN????? YOU PRICK YOUR LITERALLY MORE THAN A PRICJ NGL

Oh OG???????? NO WAY NO WAYAYHABDHDHDHAHAHHDDH

TAKE THAT KING II

Ah gosh KING GEORGE YOU DID THE ONLY THING YOU COULD DW

WAIT. LET ME PROCESS ALL OF THAY PLEASE

AY AYAYAYYYYYY BLUE PETER

HEREA TH MAN OF THE HOUR LETS GO LETA GOOOOO

Oh. Right good gosh- RIGHT. I KEEP FORGETTING THAT. OUGH. IT HURTS

WAAAAITYTT

I JUST SCREAMED IM SO SORY BUT GOODF SOH

STH AND EMOLY

Insrrt me reading all fo this wjusy speechless until-

"I just don't know! I'm confused, alright! What is this, a therapy session?!" I JUST. I BURSTED IM SORRY

THATS WHAT EVERY SCENE LIKE THIS FEELS LIKE GAGAHAHAHDGDHDHDH

IDK WHY I JUST BURSTED INTO LAUGHTER FOR THAT LONG DHFJFHJSHS

BACK TO SERIOUS MODE

Insrry me getting up and just ranting and rambling and sayung a kot after reading that yeah the thing Blue Oeter asked being "Are you offering mr a place on Sodor, sir?"

OHMYGAHAHAHAHAHGDJDUDDH

I COULDNT CONTAIN MYAELF I HAD TO I NEEDED TO JUST LET OUT ALL THE WORDS ALL THE SVREAMEA

MY GOASYJAJAJAIDH

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IK SAINT MUNGO IS HAVIGN FUN WITH TORNADO AND CHARLIE

BUT GOOD GOSH HE NEEDS TO GET BACK TO BLUE OETER RN

RN. AS IN RN RN.

"AAGUWUAHABAAAAA MY THROAT" -what I just screamed out

Ay AY AY AY ITS THE BTI

WE'RE FINALLY HERE WITH THE AUSSIES LETS GO

Oh gosysb GREY GREY NONONOONONO

INSERT ME JUST AAYIMG VARIATIONS OD NO DONT DO IT IRL YEAH

OH THANK YOU PENDENNIS THANK GOD AND ABOVE GOSH

Ay ay AY AY

RIGHT TRURO- RIGHT. GOD UH. RIGHT

Bittern OFUJDDHDH I LOVE YOU GOOD GOSH FINALKY SOMEONE SAYING AOMETHING LIKE TGAT

"Course not! He's out in his human build right?" gREY MY GIRL HAGSHDHDH GOOD GOD

HDFHDJSHSH YEAH JUST CASUAL CASUAL

Ah God whos gonna tell Pendennis HAGHAGAHAGSHSGD

Insert me standong up just saying variations of oUGFFHHF and just irl jeyboard smashes

Insert me just being shocjed and hust rambling lshocked at what Horatio just did and how he looks

OHNSFAJAGAHAHHAHDD

PAUSE. SIT. CALM. I NEED TO PROCESS THAT

SERIOUSLY I MEAN. CONSIDERING HOW EXPOSED WE, THE READERS, ARE TO GDCS ALREADY I MEAN YEAH I WAS NEAR THE LEVEL OF SHOCK-NESS GREY AND GOLD HAD

Look LOOK IK ITS BEEN SAID LIKE HEY YEAH GDCS ARENT MUCH NORMAL AND YEAH MOST ENGINES ARENT AWARE OF THAT YADAYADAYADA YKNOW

but sraly I DIDNT KNOW IT WAS THIS SEVERE

Wait. QUICJSILVLERR?????

JAQUELINE- JAQULEINEGSHAJAAAAAAAAAAAA

OKAY IM YEAH YEAH

WDYM HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITG HER PAST??????

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WAIT

HOW ON EARTH DOES JAQUELINE KNOW THAT. WAIT- IS SHE OKAY????????? NAH NAH SRSKY IS THIS WOMAN OKAY LIKE GOOD GOSH.

WDYM YOU JUST KNOW??????? WDYM. LIKE

WDYM RAT OUT TO THE GOLDEN ORDER???????

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WHAT

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[brave-symphonia]

not only is goldenglow a great gameplay unit but her event is still one of my favorite stories in arknights! its actually self contained instead of yet another "to be continued" step in a larger story and the way each section and character pov change builds up the story was really effective. i know you are taking it slow with arknights but im looking forward to your thoughts on that event when you get there.

I honestly can't wait to have her.

Just from the times I've borrowed her, I've loved using her, and all the times I've seen her she's seemed so good. I love that pink cat.

And honestly, I can't wait to read Light Spark in the Darkness, which I think is her event?

Looking at my list, I just have 4 more events until I get to that one, so it's close. (PL, Episode 9, BtI, ItW).

And something tells me I might speed up a little after Preluding Lights. If not, I'll just continue taking it slow, but I do find I make my way through Vignettes a lot slower.

And when I get there, I get there. There's no rush, and the wait may make it all the more worth it, especially if it's not forced.

[my-makeshift-masquerade]

It All Comes Back To Haunt You (Part 2)

Part One:

(Nobody sends me asks anyway so may as well make content I want to make, even if it seems @glitchysquidd didn’t want to check out the first part. This is mostly for my amusement and they are being directly mentioned only to serve as credit for Frighteningly Intriguing. Anyway, let’s do this with a talking Springtrap this time! Oh, and Micheal’s here too!)

“Christ, do they have any ventilation in this place…?” The tall hooded figure fiddled with some computers on a desk in the faux security office, clearly consumed in figuring out the controls. He heard footsteps, but figured it was the other employee who let him in…

Then he saw it in the doorway. The face of the yellow rabbit animatronic peering from the other room. Eerily silent, head tilting ever so slightly with empty hollow sockets fixed on him…

“SHIT—“ Micheal screamed as he fell off the rickety office chair, grabbing it to throw at the intruder, until he realized the rest of the body of this figure was very much human.

“Hello…?” The smaller teen pulled down the jaw of the springlock head, revealing her silvery-blue eyes.

“What’s wrong, Mikey? Can’t handle a little spook?” Her voice echoed slightly in the metal contraption, but the tone was clearly playful and layered in her giggling.

He dropped the chair and stared in tired annoyance at his sister, “REBECCA, GET THAT— THAT DEATHTRAP OFF OF YOUR HEAD!”

“Relax, it’s not even wound up!” She lifted the rabbit head off her own, resting it on her hip, “If only you’d seen the look on your face! Your eyes nearly popped out!”

“Did you just want to tag along to scare my soul out of my body or are you going to make yourself useful?” He quipped, before realizing something, “Wait, why the hell do they have Spring Bonnie parts here? You told Henry they just had the old models—“

“Uh. Spring Bonnie is an old model?”

“Why didn’t you tell me that they have the springlock suits?!”

“It isn’t a big deal. Nobody is putting them on…” She paused, glancing at the empty head, “…Except me.”

“God… What is wrong with you?”

“I took twice the recommended dosage of my anxiety medication before we left!” The teen smiled, “I’m totally chill!”

“Henry should’ve kept you at home…” Her brother pinched the bridge of his broken nose as he sat down again, “You aren’t ready for these sorts of jobs.”

“Excuse me, I have been handling the spirits for you two since I was six years old.” Rebecca snapped, “They would be giving you such a hard time right now if it weren’t for me being here!”

Unbeknownst to the bickering siblings, their father was keenly listening in and watching this all unfold from the hall. He felt a proud grin grow on his face as his youngest got payback for what used to be a common “prank” done by his eldest. With the spare Spring Bonnie head as well? No doubt, that was his daughter…

Rebecca was much like Evan, a sweet child who’d never dream to harm anyone. Seeing this playful side of her come out with Micheal made him feel a pervasive nostalgia for how things used to be… Yet he also felt his heart sting at the fact it apparently took overdosing on anxiety medication for her to walk in this building again.

God… How he regretted her not perishing like the others… How he wished it all just went according to plan that night…

He noticed his friend approach from the opposite hall, clearly checking on the not so masculine scream they heard.

“What the fuck was that— Oh, hi again. Rebecca, right?” They smiled slightly, until they saw the head in her hands, “Whoa, kid, I don’t know if you wanna be like— playing with that—“

“Oh! It’s alright! I know how they work.”

“Hold on. You do?”

The teen could feel her brother glaring at her. She was really bad at lying.

“Well… The blueprints for it are in that room, so… I-I just read those—“

“We’re friends of Henry’s. He taught us how to repair them for preservation purposes.” Micheal spewed half truths to cover their asses, “Your bosses got in contact with him and wanted someone with knowledge on the older models and to serve as a night guard for this attraction… That’s why I’m here.”

“Oh, that makes sense, but… What about her?”

“My sister covered for me for one night and couldn’t even handle it. Then she tagged along tonight…” He sighed, “Just… Let her sit in the corner to draw in a notebook and she will be fine until morning…”

“H-Hey—!”

“Don’t treat her like she’s a little kid because of what happened before.” The employee instantly stood up for the teenager, “It isn’t her fault she has panic attacks, you jerk.”

“That isn’t the issue.” Micheal replied flatly, “Whatever… I don’t see why I owe you this information—“

The other adult shifted focus, “Rebecca, you said you know how that head works?”

“Y-yeah?” The smallest figure piped up, surprised she was being talked to, “It’s just a simple crank mechanism… W-why?”

“That’s really cool, dude! Wish I had you here when I was fixing Dave’s voicebox. I had to uncrank it all by hand and—“

“Dave? Who the bloody hell is Dave?” Micheal frowned, looking to his sister who took a few timid steps back.

“W-wait… He can talk now?!”

“Yeah! I actually got it to work!” The employee almost boasted, “I assume he’s keeping his distance because of how he scared you last time, though…”

“Could someone please tell me what’s going on here?” The slender figure in the room held back a growl in his voice.

“Uh, I’m going to go… put this head away…”

Becca excused herself and quickly went in the direction of the secret room, only to be startled by the animatronic suit standing just around the corner.

“AH—“

“Quiet.”

As if on reflex, she went totally silent at what was very much her father’s voice hissing at her from within the suit. Frozen in shock, she was pulled by the wrist to a side room.

“P-papa—?!” She stammered, her tone caught between despair and happiness.

“Don’t call me that.” Springtrap spoke lowly, “They cannot know who I really am… Not yet…”

“What are you talking abou—“ His daughter paused, “You’ve… been isolated this whole time…? You were lonely…weren’t you?”

“Why do you have such pity in your eyes?” He looked down at the much shorter figure sternly, “Honestly? After what I’ve done—“

“I-I don’t know… Y-you’re still my dad???” She looked to the floor, “N-No matter what I do… I can’t seem to hate you…”

His eyes widened slightly. William had suspected this was the case, but hearing it from her own lips rendered him rightfully speechless. Did she even live past that day in the spiritual sense…or had he killed her in a way after all? Was her remnant, her soul — stuck at that night, while her body kept aging…?

It was a real possibility. He supposed near death experiences could technically cause the process of remnant attachment to occur anyways, even to the soul’s original body… Is that why she claimed she was able to interact with the spirits of the other children in that conversation with Micheal…?

Oh my. This was fascinating…

It was then that Micheal and the other employee found them. Rebecca started fiddling with the blueprints to look busy.

“Oh, come the fuck on…” Micheal sounded more annoyed than angry at the sight of his undead father, grabbing his sister by the back of her shirt.

She coughed at the sudden tug on her collar, “M-Mikey—“

“You’re sleeping in the car outside until six, then you’re not coming to work with me again.”

“What the hell is your problem?! Dave hasn’t hurt the kid or anything!” The other employee stepped in again, “She can stay if she wants!”

“You have no idea what you’re dealing with, do you?!” The hooded figure snapped, “You think this is a bloody game?!”

“Fuck off man! If you think this is so scary, then leave!”

“I can’t, you utter fucking fool—“

Rebecca and Springtrap awkwardly made eye contact whilst the other two figures were at each other’s throats. It seems they shared a thought: Really? They were gonna have to be the bigger people here…? THEM???

She moved to grab Micheal’s arm, as the rabbit in turn grabbed the other employee’s, both pulling them back, but one doing a far better job than the other.

“C-calm down—“

“Oh, you tell me to calm down?! To fucking calm the hell down?! In front of THIS?!”

“Yes!” She retorted, “Losing your complete shit at this situation will solve nothing!”

“It’ll solve a whole lot of things when I get ahold of him—!”

“Like what?! The damage is done, Micheal! He is one of them! There is nothing we can do to him now!” She started yelling, “STOP BEING STUPID!”

“Uh…Kid what are you talking about…?”

“S-shit…”

“You know who Dave is?”

“Of course we do.” Micheal threw his arms up in exasperation, “You would too if you had half a brain and realized Dave isn’t his real name—“

“Yeah… Says Eggs Benedict…” Rebecca muttered, earning an audible chuckle from the rabbit.

“Could someone just tell me the truth here?!” The employee now got upset, “I’m tired of trying to figure this out!”

“…I-I really don’t think you want to know… The others have been trying to tell you, and you won’t listen to them…”

“What others?”

“My brother— Our brother…”

“Damn, Evan was trying to warn her? You really are dense… He is very persistent.” The hooded figure scoffed.

“Your brother was one of Afton’s victims…?” They paused, “God, I’m so sorry—Wait… Evan was the name of his son… That means you two are—“

“How do you even know that?” Micheal raised an eyebrow, “The workshop?”

“Serial killer podcasts.”

“Ew…” The girl winced, “About him, really…?”

“But how are there two of you…There was only one survivor of his fam— Of course! That’s why your name sounded so familiar!” The employee’s eyes lit up at the teenager, pointing to her, “Rebecca Afton!”

“Uh… My last name is Harris—“

“Not originally! You were his one kid who survived?!”

“P-Please stop looking at me like that—“

“Fuck off.” Micheal put his arm in front of his sister, flipping the other employee off with his other one, “She isn’t some cold case for you to get fascinated by…”

“He’s right.” The animatronic rabbit spoke, catching everyone by surprise, “I knew the man… Knew these children. They’ve been through unspeakable things… It is far from a story you hear about on radio—“

“Podcasts, Dave.”

“Oh, don’t you even try to spin this, you crusty ass corpse looking bitch—“

“Spin what, Micheal?” His father feigned ignorance, “This is all true.”

“Ugh! I am going to springlock your ass all over again—“

“I-I’ll just…go…” Rebecca shuffled out of the room before anyone could stop her, seeing a familiar figure waiting for her at the end of the hall.

“Evan…” She sniffled at the ghostly corpse, “H-hey… Sorry I didn’t let you all play on my phone like I promised—“

“Don’t worry about the pocket telly…” The boy shook his head, “The others can wait on playing with it… We’ve got the arcades…”

“Pocket telly?” She laughed, “I told you, it’s a phone—“

“No it isn’t. It looks and works like a television…”

“You know I could pull up Fredbear and Friends on it… Wanna just… chill in the back until the morning…?”

“Really?!”

“Everything is on the internet, dear brother…”

[matrichayapltd]

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BTI has been in the real estate business since 1984 and has two branches. In the beginning, it specialized in residential apartments but later expanded its portfolio to include commercial properties. Its motto is to provide high-quality housing and a stress-free homeownership experience. Today, BTI is one of the most well-established real estate companies in Bangladesh.

[freewxll]

On a side note because I didn’t think this would work as far as like keeping this handle

Thank you.. 🙏🏾

Bti should be in the library of congress at this point. Emmys are nice but we should consider it one of the most pivotal pieces of art for not just the modern times but important for future generations on the cultural shift that occurred

Also

Men!!!

You should always be in it for the cuddles and if you get to put your mouth on some titties and it progresses, then awesome..

I’m 3 weeks away from a fifteen year theory that cuddles are where it’s at over going straight for boobies

It’s what we should be focusing on and the intimacy that those moments build only compounds the lucky times we go past that..

Also times is stressful rn so if everyone is a bit nicer it might start a positive feedback loop

Idk just saying

[beyond-the-isle]

I'll probably drop these as I continue working on them but for now- the most specialest boy (read: nearing middle aged man)

probably early-mid 40s by this point in his life (or just late 30s, life changing disasters and dealing with gods ages a man)

long exposure to Quetzal gives him draconic eyes with a hint of gold, also getting ring marks

has Judgement and Sacred Fire scars

due to being an idiot over the course of the main blog, he sustained leg injuries and has a cane to get around (also has a therapy mon to aid in movement on bad days, a Medicham-Alakazam)

dad to three kids, acts as a dad for several others

[bugoutpest]

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Mosquitoes breed in standing water, laying their eggs in the moist, cool environments where they hatch into larvae (the immature caterpillar-like form of mosquitoes). Larvicides kill these larvae before they reach the flying adult stage and can break the life cycle.

Hinchinbrook Shire Council conducts regular aerial spraying of granular larvicide in the municipality to target mosquito breeding areas that cannot be treated by hand. The product sprayed is VectoBac WDG which contains Bacillus thuringiensis subsp. israelensis and Saccharopolyspora spinosa to control mosquito larvae. This naturally occurring bacteria acts specifically on mosquito larvae and is not harmful to people, pets, plants or other wildlife.

Alternatively, you can use slow release granules such as ProLink pellets to kill mosquito larvae in plant pots, bird baths, rain gutters, old tyres and other domestic/commercial breeding sites. These granules contain S-methoprene which simulates the growth hormone in insect larvae to stop them from maturing and reproducing. This product can also be used in larger scale mosquito larvicide applications such as wetlands, swamps and marshes to reduce the numbers of mosquitoes and midges.

Mosquito larvicide sprays kill mosquito larvae, preventing them from maturing into adult mosquitoes that bite and spread disease. Licensed mosquito control professionals can apply Environmental Protection Agency (EPA)-registered larvicides using backpack, truck, or airplane-mounted sprayers to treat standing water where mosquito larvae are abundant.

These products, known as ultra-low volume (ULV) sprays, dispense very fine aerosol droplets that stay aloft to kill flying mosquitoes on contact. The optimum droplet size for ULV sprays is between 25 and 50 microns in diameter, which minimizes exposure and risks to humans, animals, cars, and buildings.

Bti (Bacillus thuringiensis subspecies israelensis) and Spinosad (Spinosadexternal icon, marketed as Teknar, Aquabac, and Vectobac) are two naturally occurring soil bacteria registered as larvicides for use in mosquito control. When ingested by mosquito larvae, they produce crystallized toxins that destroy the larvae’s digestive system and lead to death. Larvicides last only a few weeks in water and pose no risk to nontarget animal species or the environment when used according to product label directions.

There are several natural or organic mosquito repellent granules on the market that will help control the mosquito population without the use of chemical spray. These granules will have to be reapplied every 2 or 3 weeks.

Mosquito repellent granules are easy to apply and offer a non-toxic, biodegradable alternative to pesticides. These granules contain lemon grass, mint and garlic oils that are very effective in repelling mosquitos, while also improving the quality of your lawn and landscaping.

These granules can be applied with a sprinkler or broadcast spreader, and are safe for people, pets and plants. They should be applied 12 hours before a desired area is to be occupied, such as for outdoor weddings or parties, pool and patio areas, campsites, picnics and cookouts. One 5 lb container will cover up to 4,000 square feet. These granules can also be used in conjunction with liquid insecticides such as pyrethrin or talstar. They are not as effective for adult mosquito control as a chemical such as Onslaught, Suspend SC or CyKick CS because they do not contain microencapsulation and will break down in the sun or water over time.

Mosquito control solutions that apply pesticides as space sprays (ground and aerial) are a valuable tool to quickly limit mosquito adult numbers and the transmission of diseases they carry. Modern ultra-low-volume technology and engineering controls have been developed to minimize the environmental impact of these applications. However, social concerns remain.

Adulticides are used to kill mosquitoes on contact and provide rapid control of local mosquito populations during an outbreak. These products are typically applied as space sprays to areas where mosquitoes are most active – usually around dusk. To know more about Mosquito Control Solutions, visit the Bug Out Pest Solutions website or call 0426263320.

Non-chemical approaches to mosquito control include eliminating breeding sites – for example, draining or chlorinating pools, covering or emptying swimming pools that are not in use, cleaning out gutters and drain traps, and keeping fish ponds clean. Other methods include insect repellents and zappers. In addition, wearing loose long-sleeved clothing and pants can help reduce mosquito bites.

[life-of-luxe]

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[sciencespies]

New cyanobacteria species spotlights early life

https://sciencespies.com/nature/new-cyanobacteria-species-spotlights-early-life/

New cyanobacteria species spotlights early life

Cyanobacteria are one of the unsung heroes of life on Earth. They first evolved to perform photosynthesis about 2.4 billion years ago, pumping tons of oxygen into the atmosphere — a period known as the Great Oxygenation Event — which enabled the evolution of multicellular life forms.

Led by BTI faculty member Fay-Wei Li, researchers have discovered a new species of cyanobacteria, Anthocerotibacter panamensis, which could help illuminate how photosynthesis evolved to create the world as we know it. The work was published in Current Biology on May 13.

“We never intended to discover a new species,” said Li. “It was a total accident.”

His lab was working on a project to isolate cyanobacteria from hornwort plants, and noticed something weird in a sample from a rainforest in Panama. The researchers sequenced the cyanobacterium’s DNA, and found that it belonged to a group called Gloeobacteria, which is extremely rare.

“Prior to this discovery, only two species of Gloeobacteria had been isolated,” Li said. “There is also a third group of uncultured species from the Arctic and Antarctic regions, but no one knows how many species are in that group.”

Gloeobacteria diverged from the more commonly studied Phycobacteria about 2 billion years ago. The two groups have many differences, and A. panamensis shares some traits with each.

Similar to other Gloeobacteria, the new species lacks thylakoids — the membrane-bound compartments that are the site of the light-dependent reactions of photosynthesis in Phycobacteria and plants.

“Now we can be pretty sure that the thylakoid evolved in Phycobacteria,” Li said.

On the other hand, A. panamensis makes carotenoids — a group of compounds that help protect an organism from sun damage — in a fashion similar to Phycobacteria and plants, but different from the other Gloeobacteria.

“These results suggest that this particular carotenoid biosynthesis pathway evolved in the ancestor of all cyanobacteria, and then was lost in some Gloeobacteria,” said Li.

Li said one of the more interesting findings is that A. panamensis has very few genes that encode the proteins that perform light-dependent reactions. The researchers found that the new species could still perform photosynthesis, but very slowly, which could be of interest to synthetic biologists.

“If you want to build a complete set of photosynthetic machinery with the fewest necessary components, then this species could inform how to do that,” said Li. “Anthocerotibacter has a minimal set of photosystem subunits, but it still functions.”

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Materials provided by Boyce Thompson Institute. Original written by Aaron J. Bouchie. Note: Content may be edited for style and length.

#Nature

[hopeled]

PERMANENT PLOTTING CALL ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

  hey hi hello fancy seeing you here so guess what?? i have decided to be like the Cool Kids and throw out a plotting call! what this does is essentially tell me that you are okay with: me jumping into your dm’s or discord or what have you to yell about our muses something that you are also MORE than free to dow with me, meme it up on meme fridays and just throw one after another at each other, casually throw little starters out here and there that can be responded to whenever and plot out some good shit for the future! 

A WARNING: as I have Ritsuka’s canon point set to post lostbelt 5.2, there WILL be spoilers here!! there are none in this plotting call but just in general and they may come up in future plots so just a little fyi

   below you’ll find a tier list of the possible things we can plot about but if you have an idea that isn’t listed, then please feel free to tell me! 

01. FRIENDS.

   Ritsuka is a very charismatic and friendly person. She’s just someone who can make friends as easy as breathing and has a sort of warm and welcoming aura about her. Friends of hers are usually people she will absolutely drag out to a convenience store at 3 am to buy drinks and then go crash a playground and just have fun, take them out to lunch to a new place that opened up, going to movies and stuff and just....having a jolly good time, you know?? it’s been awhile since she’s had any regular friends since she’s been surrounded by heroic spirits for years but she’s a good friend!! she’ll have your back and if that means letting you cry on her shoulder or having her deck someone that’s trying to mess with you in the face, then so be it!

02. BEST/CLOSE FRIENDS

    same as above but with a bit more. these are people that she trusts very, very much and is a bit more at ease letting herself show more of the ‘ i have to save humanity again and god is it tiring’ side to. usually, this area is mostly filled with Servants since they already know what she does but that doesn’t say there can’t be people who she might end up trusting enough to divulge those secrets. as of right now, it’s only two (2) whole people, though. 

03. DADS AND MAYBE MOMS (TM)

   do you want to look after this smol human master?? this girl who has the crappiest sleeping schedule and probably keeps too much in and acts like she’s okay a lot and has a recklessness that rivals every single other person on the planet??? do you want to give her an allowance and be some sort of parental figure in her life???? then please feel free to do so because she needs it imo. she already has like 3 dads and we are always welcome to more and a mother figure or two, too!! just know that like, at this moment in time, casgil is #1 dad.

04. FELLOW MAGE BUDDIES

 listen. listen she may be a third rate one with not so good magical circuits and an overall shitty knowledge on magecraft trust me she knows this Everyone likes to remind her , but she still is very eager to learn about it! it’s an interesting subject so anyone who also uses magic is an A+ person to befriend and get to know! they can be like a teacher and teach her things or a fewllo study buddy when it comes to magecraft. either works!

05. NUMEROUS GODS WANT ME DEAD WANNA FIND OUT WHY?? AKA ENEMIES

   GOD does a girl love some enemies. I am always down for if yor muse wants to be an enemy of Ritska’s, if they want to antagaonize her and taunt her and just generally be the villain they’ve always wanted and/or were meant to be. she may just be an ordinary human but she will do what she can to stop you and fight back even if that means getting an injury or two. 

06. YEARNING PART 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO AKA SHIPPING

 that’s it. no i’m kidding. while shipping is NOT a big priority for me at all and is more of something I want to happen organically, I am not adverse to it. but listen. listen to me, shipping with Ritsuka is not difficult-- she’s just one of those people who can mold nicely with another but due to everything that has happened in part 2 of the f/go storyline and currently with the lostbelts, ritsuka has this sort of thing where she’s....unsure if she should ever take that leap if such the occassion arises. it is not that she doesn’t think she deserves it, it is just that A Lot is going on, A Lot has happened and sometimes she just wants to hold someone’s hand and like, sleep on their shoulder but is #Doubt. i also like for there to be some chemistry and all of that, for it to build up slowly rather than just jumping right in so like, gestures to the picture above. did someone mention slowburn, anyone????

07. FRENEMIES

  you hate her. you don’t like her one bti and yet oh no, now you’re saving her because that’s my rival and oh now you’re kinda being nice to each other here and there and ah fuck. Ritsuka is the type to try to befriend her enemies at times so this is an option. so if you ever wanted one protag to be the rival of but also wouldn’t mind going to denny’s to get some food, then heck yeah!!

this is a Lot and i know i’m missing a lot but like....i just wanna plot things sometimes you know and this guide should help anyone else who also wants to but is just the screaming emoji. so like, you can comment a number that catches your eye or just like this and then at some point soon i’ll stick my leggy into those dm’s

[my-makeshift-masquerade]

sry i love the idea of survivor bti rebecca so much cuz just imagine for a sec some drabble that starts off similar to a springtrap x reader fic like frighteningly intriguing or smthn but instead of romance its like “the fuck thats my dad” it would be so hilarious

Ohoho. Hoh. Y’all really just like my shit mashed together with other people’s universes huh? This definitely got me thinking though because @glitchysquidd’s notebook pages are quite compelling… After reading what I could of it to get an idea, this is going to be far from hilarious. It is going to be god awful, especially since poor Rebecca in this blurry fnaf timeline is still technically a minor. I hope the original creator of Frighteningly Intriguing does get a kick out of this though. Your stuff is a very fun read and I worked hard to make this even remotely comparable.

No read more because tumblr is glitching my text when I use it. Trigger warnings for autism meltdowns, flashbacks, trauma, and the obvious mentions of death. Let’s go…

It All Comes Back to Haunt You

“Ugh…”

A teenage girl groaned as she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket again. Micheal would not leave her the hell alone. She had spoken with Tim and Samantha already. They seemed more excited about her “past experience” with the animatronics than anything else. Her brother was supposed to take the job, but after a horrible amount of hallucinations he got just entering the building, she volunteered. He was not happy about it, but Henry wouldn’t let him go back until he recovered.

She had one night to actually be able to do something besides sit at home and hope the rest of her loved ones didn’t die horribly. This was her chance to prove herself in a sense. The Afton name followed her even after witness protection tried to erase it from her records. Her classmates knew who her father was. Of course they did. There was a whole fanbase of people who idolized him. Others stuck to throwing cafeteria food at her and telling her she should’ve died by her father’s hand and joined the rest of them.

She couldn’t say she disagreed…

Looking over the note left for her, she wandered around the empty horror attraction, searching for the other employee she was meeting up with. A couple of her peers wanted to trick her into coming to this place on halloween to cause her to have flashbacks. She heard their plans while eating lunch one day. What’s weird is she didn’t feel like she was reliving past trauma at all. The animatronics she just stumbled upon, the old models… Those were her friends… Hell, one of them was her own brother. They saved her life that night…

The teen didn’t flinch when Freddy’s head moved a bit, dead eyes sparking in recognition. Instead she just mumbled awkwardly, “H-hi, Gabe… I uh… hope everyone’s been doing alright… I’ll come see you later, o-okay…?”

“Let us sleep…” A ghostly child’s voice grumbled tiredly.

“S-sorry, guys…”

She didn’t argue, slowly shutting the door and continuing her search, soon overhearing faint conversation. Rebecca felt Micheal blowing up her phone again, and finally looked.

“Is his workshop still there? Henry wants to know if you could snap some pictures of blueprints.”

That was a good question, and she just stumbled upon the answer. Why was it wide open? Maybe her employers found it? Yeah, she’d go with that. The room was like a time capsule, mesmerizing her in an encompassing nostalgia. She remembered playing in this room so much as a little girl… Her father used to sit right here with her on his lap and she’d scribble on his scrap paper—

No. No no no. No diving into the past. Pulling out her phone, she snapped a few pics and tried to leave. The familiar head of a yellow rabbit lying against the wall froze her solid. Maybe she had underestimated the amount of trauma this task would bring back… Oh God… Was that her brother’s picture, and the address written after the bite? Her heart was starting to hurt more than her head…

“Who’s there?!”

A voice made her jump, putting down papers she was sifting through. A slightly beat up figure approached.

“Listen, don’t make me call the police, kid—“

Rebecca handed over the note, noticing the other person squint tiredly.

“You’re the one they hired to shadow me? You’re a little young.”

She nodded, “I-I’m Rebecca. My uh… my brother couldn’t make it…”

“Fine…” Her new coworker didn’t seem too thrilled for some reason, “Come on. I guess you gotta meet Dave.”

“Dave?” Rebecca echoed in bewilderment, “I thought they said we were the only two employees he—“

“Dave’s not an employee. He’s kinda scary. Smells awful. Walking biohazard. Still, he’s pretty cool.”

What the fuck were they talking about? If this “Dave” wasn’t a staff member then— Did they mean an animatronic they named Dave for comedic effect?

Then she saw it. The head peeking from around the distant corner down the hall… The head of the other Spring Bonnie suit. The same one she watched springlock her father when she was six, while she was on the ground with a knife in her body. She froze, feeling her heart drop to her feet.

“W-what the hell is that?!”

“That’s Dave...” Her mysterious coworker shrugged, “No need to actually be scared of him. He’s…relatively harmless…”

Rebecca knew for a fact his name wasn’t Dave. Her dad was just as bad at coming up with fake names to hide his identity as Micheal was. God, if she ever made it home, Henry and Mikey would not be happy to hear William Afton was back. This poor innocent person had no idea who they were dealing with! What should she say? Could she say something?!

Nope… She was in full meltdown mode now, totally mute. The teen felt her mind leave the current moment and rewind back years in the past. Her mother had convinced her she made up her family outside of herself and Micheal… She didn’t even recognize William as her father until he forced her to look at the suit that jogged her memory. He held her and told her he loved her, before a sharp pain pierced her back. She recalled seeing the ghosts of the children and the puppet standing between them… Then the springlocks went off. His screams haunted her as she passed out.

After that… It was a long stay at the hospital, which made her remember the siblings she was told she made up all the more… Loads of therapy later, she was staying with Micheal and Henry trying to repair her life to some form of normalcy without her mother… The best thing her father did was set her free from her mother, but that was besides the point. All the while the traumatic experience became the talk of the world, it seemed. True crime podcasts, news reports, so many fans of the franchise trying to find her and ask her about her experiences…

This was all some spooky story to the rest of the world, and this hooky horror attraction all but proved it. It was all fun and games until your siblings died and your father comforted you as he stabbed you in the back both figuratively and literally. Of course…

When she finally grounded herself, she nearly lost all the air in her lungs as she realized he was now a foot away from her.

“Dave! Personal space! Can’t you see she’s freaked out?!” Her coworker was starting to get concerned.

The animatronic rabbit rolled his eyes, all but confirming to Rebecca this was definitely still her dad. He was the type to scoff at anyone giving him advice in such a situation. His dead eyes almost seemed concerned when he shifted his gaze to her. That terrified her further. The last time he looked concerned for her was when she got stabbed.

“Hey hey…” The other employee spoke slightly softer, “Dude all the color is gone from your face… Here, sit down… Try to breathe… I’m gonna grab you some water…”

WAIT.

NO.

DON’T LEAVE HER ALONE WITH—

Her phone was buzzing like crazy. She didn’t dare take it out. She couldn’t. Trying to breathe, she gasped and choked on air as “Dave” sat down next to her, far too casually. This was painful. Was he trying to give her cardiac arrest?!

He was totally silent, besides the sounds of his joints ticking and popping unnaturally with his movements. It occurred to her with the stench that his body was still in there, making her gag. Her attempts to catch her breath were the loudest sounds for a few moments. It was almost calm… until she felt a hand on her back.

She would have screamed if she had any voice to scream with. Instead, the teen stiffened at the feeling of his hand feeling over her shirt, clearly noticing the slight bump of the scar she had down her back from his own actions. His eyes almost lit up at that, whether in a positive or negative way she had no idea. It seemed he was surprised she didn’t pull away. It was because she couldn’t due to paralyzing terror.

“S-stop pretending already…” She stammered, “I-if you want to finish it… J-just—“

His ears drooped slightly, and he almost sighed…?

What was up with him?! He wouldn’t even say a single word to her after all of what he put her through?! Wait… Could he even talk?

Footsteps made Rebecca relax a bit as her coworker had returned with water. She grabbed their arm to be helped up, and eagerly created space between herself and the figure sitting next to her. She pulled out her phone and with trembling hands found herself not texting her brother or Henry for help. She just left them on read. As much as she wanted to believe her own father was safe, it could seal her doom like it did before. She knew not to underestimate him, but she didn’t want to be a coward…

She was also worried about this other person who had no idea what they were up against. This was no time to fear the results of her actions. This was potentially another life on the line. She typed on the notes app on her phone and showed it to her coworker.

“I can’t talk right now, but please listen to me. Dave isn’t his name. He’s lying.”

“What? How would you know his name? You just got here.” They scoffed, almost playfully, obviously not taking her seriously, “I think you’re still in shock, dude…”

She could feel her father’s eyes on her even without looking up from the screen. As much therapy as she went through and as much as she knew her father did terrible things, she couldn’t help but feel guilty for doing anything to harm him. It was still her father, after all… Is it bad she missed him? After remembering all the things her mother told her were her imagination filling in loneliness from her autism… Was it bad she wanted her whole family back?

She was jolted out of her feelings when Henry tried calling her, but she pressed decline. This happened about three more times with Micheal’s number within the next two minutes.

“Yeesh…” Her new acquaintance commented jokingly, “Family won’t get off your back, huh? I don’t miss being your age, that’s for sure. Nobody thinks you’re capable of anything.”

Finally, a text from Mikey sealed her fate for the night and any future nights.

“That’s it. I’m coming to get you.”

She spat out the water she sipped, confused at why she was upset Micheal was coming to save her… Well… Rebecca still felt like she didn’t deserve to be saved the first time, so… Maybe it was that with her dad still here, she was finally hoping for this nightmare to end how it should have back then? She should’ve died. That was all she ever heard from doctors and police and kids at school… Yet she continued on living… She couldn’t count how many times people who knew who she was related to expected her to “snap” just like her parents.

As much as she loved Micheal and Henry for supporting her, she felt like she dragged them down by not being able to hate her father’s guts like they did. She was so young when it happened. Her mind was so cloudy on whether he actually cared in those moments or not. It was so confusing… Her mother’s gaslighting made it difficult enough without finding out her father was real and a serial killer. Then there was the matter of how just before she was born this whole mess started…

What did she do wrong to make her happy family fall apart before her very eyes…? Should she have been born at all…? Was she the one to blame for all of this? Of course. Who else would it be…? All those kids who died… Her mother being killed while baking her birthday cake because she just had to go see the animatronics she was banned from seeing that day with Mr. Emily… This all wouldn’t have happened if she hadn’t been what he was after… It was all her fault. She knew it deep down, too…

“Shit… A-Are you crying…?” The voice of the adult beside her sounded worried, “Was it something I said— DAVE! YOU ARE NOT FUCKING HELPING!”

The rabbit stiffened at being screamed at, but still stood up and approached. Before anyone could stop him, he hugged this seemingly random teenager in a manner uncharacteristic to his entire personality.

“What the hell’s gotten into y—“

Rebecca’s eyes shot open wide, as she began shivering and losing strength in her feet. She was prepared for the pain of the knife…a springlock mechanism… something to impale her and leave her bleeding out on the grimy floors, like just another prop in this haunted house built around her trauma.

…Yet nothing came. No stabbing, no blood coughed out of her mouth... This wasn’t like before. This was…just a hug? A…real one? From him?! She finally looked up at the masked face, silently demanding some sort of answer behind the whirlwind of emotion she was trapped in. He didn’t say a word, looking down at her and daintily moving some hair out of her eyes. His hold on her was careful, but also possessive. He wanted to keep her close to him for as long as he could…

Eventually the third figure pried her out of the rabbit’s steel grip, much to his upset as he stomped his foot to make a loud thud echo down the hallway. Her phone vibrated. Rebecca knew her brother was waiting outside, and would rather not have him break in to see this. She slowly turned to the door, shaken and shocked by what had unfolded. She almost wanted to go back to hug him one last time. No way she would be allowed back once Micheal and Henry found out…

“My rides here… They want me to come home. My brother is gonna come instead. He just needed someone else to cover for one night…”

She showed the phone mainly to the other person, but her father did see what it said and nodded solemnly, much to her surprise.

Springtrap followed them to the doorway as much as he could without being seen, and watched as his more recently met friend sent off the teen, who ended up running straight to a hooded figure. Micheal was taking care of her at least… He could overhear the conversation.

“She had a panic attack or something when she saw one of the animatronics in the attraction.” The employee’s voice sounded confused, but also slightly dismissive, “Probably just a little spook.”

“Thanks for looking out for her.” Micheal replied, “Can I ask which one of them it was?”

“J-just Bonnie.” Rebecca piped up suddenly.

Wait. Did his daughter just cover for him… or was she scared of Micheal’s reaction to finding out he was still here…?

William felt like it was both, but that included the former, and that nearly melted his dead metal heart. God, of course she still cared about him. She was too young to actually have the capacity to hate him for what he’d done to her back then. She was the youngest child he ever attempted killing. This wasn’t supposed to end like this for her… It stung seeing her still impacted by it after all these years. This wasn’t supposed to be her fate.

He wished he had gotten the job done on the night of her sixth birthday, if only to spare her from this haunting her for the rest of her life.

After the pair of siblings left, the only words that came next were:

“Dave, what the flying fuck was that?”

[cupidmarwani-archive]

Come Into the Water (4/15)

In the morning, Sarah wakes up staring at the little analog clock sitting on the floor in the corner. She doesn’t remember putting it there, but it’s helpful as it tells her she needs to get going to her appointment soon. The appointment she definitely doesn’t want to go to. The appointment she has to go to if she doesn’t want anyone banging down her door to drag her, kicking and screaming, back to sterile walls where they call her a danger to herself even though it’s hardly true.

She forces herself to sit up and find a pair of pants, which turn out to be a loose pair of pink sweats lined in fleece, soft and comfortable and protective against the world. They’re a security blanket to hold onto as she rifles through drawers in the kitchen until she finds her house key. It takes a few minutes, but she gets it and leaves, locking the door on her way out. She doesn’t have a car, but the downtown area- which is really just four intersecting streets- is within walking distance and the movers pointed the address out to her on their way by a couple days ago. 

Each step is draining, but she takes them because she has to. Admittedly, the cool, fresh air feels nice in her throat and she hasn’t taken a good, long walk in a while. She used to jog around her neighborhood, and then her campus, just for the way it feels after. The sting in her muscles, the ache in her chest, the energy that slowly burns itself away as dopamine and adrenaline stop spreading themselves around her often overworked brain.This isn’t more than a couple miles, and she’s only walking, but it feels like a start. She’s out of practice anyways, and quickly gets out of breath. 

Thankfully, when she arrives at the office, there’s a water cooler in the corner that she helps herself to three full cups of before approaching the receptionist and nodding when she’s asked if she’s Sarah Reese. She’ll be talking for a while, and that’ll take a fair amount of energy for the day. 

“Have a seat for a minute, I’ll let her know you’re here.”

Sarah sits down on one of the hard chairs and crumples her paper cup in her hand because she can. Destroying things is cathartic, and she contemplates going home, ripping open her box of dishes, and breaking every single plate until her entire floor is nothing but shards of broken glass digging into her feet. Maybe it’s not a healthy coping mechanism, but she considers it until a kind woman with greying hair, cat eye glasses, and pink lipstick that has started to feather around her mouth. The color is a bti garish, but that makes it safe, in a way. Sarah comes forward, drops her cup in the little teal trash can, and follows into the office.

A comfortable armchair faces an overly soft couch, which Sarah sits on gingerly. She knows of Dr. Riley, knows she’s well liked and respected, but that doesn’t mean she knows her or is already comfortable talking about herself. That sort of thing takes time. She’s only been in town for three days, although it feels like much longer with the way her sense of time distorts nowadays.

“Good morning, Sarah,” Dr. Riley says warmly. 

Sarah nods.

“You know I looked through some of your old therapist’s notes, and I’ll be talking to them while we treat you, but I want to know you outside of that. Can you start by telling me about yourself? Maybe about your childhood, or how you’re settling in, or what you were studying at school?”

The last question slithers around each of Sarah’s ribs in a slow suffocation before she tries speaking. It’s alright. She wasn’t going to answer it anyways. “I’ve met my neighbors,” she answers. “Maggie and Olivia and their son, Noah. We had dinner last night, and Olivia and I had breakfast yesterday.”

Dr. Riley writes something in her notepad, which Sarah absolutely doesn’t internally panic about for a brief moment before she reigns herself back in. There’s nothing to be afraid of here. There’s someone right outside the door, and a window with easy access, and a heavy lamp to Sarah’s right for self defense, should she need it. She’s okay.

“Tell me about that.”

For a good half hour, Sarah finds herself talking about Maggie and Olivia’s kindness, about how well they mesh and how much their house feels like a home. From there, she starts talking about how much she wants a home like that, because she can’t help it. However, she pointedly doesn’t mention Ava, nor the thrill that ran her at the realization that women can marry other women and be happy. What a dream she had never considered before.

But then she’s thinking about those very things, and it draws Dr. Riley’s attention when she falls silent in an effort to avoid talking about them. 

“Sarah?”

“Do you believe in mermaids?” she blurts out.

It sounds stupid. A child’s fantasy, a crazy woman’s desperate attempt to cling to something good when the world is crumbling around her into little pieces that she cannot put back together. The way real glass shatters, not the fake attempt that is mostly large shards. The words are out there, though, and cannot be taken back no matter how much Sarah wishes on the contrary. 

However, instead of being concerned or asking Sarah if she sees things that aren’t there, Dr. Riley smiles at her and shifts in her chair. “Seen one already? We’ve got a pod around here, off the coast a ways. Everyone who lives here has seen them at some point, but usually not unless they’ve been here a while. The mermaids can be shy- or mean.”

That’s not the response she had been expecting, but Sarah relaxes immediately. She’s not crazy. Neither is Olivia, nor Maggie. This is normal here. Her relief must show on her face because Dr. Riley laughs a little and goes over to her desk and returns with a framed photograph of a dark haired woman, gleaming grey tail splashing in the waves as she sits on the rocks, her hair covering her chest modestly, unlike Ava in real life or any of the photos. 

“This is Brianne. We have dinner together from time to time.”

A question strikes Sarah as she studies Brianne’s hands splayed in her lap. 

“You said they have a pod? Like dolphins?”

“You could put it that way.”

She nods thoughtfully. “So if one were trapped, like, tangled in a net, wouldn’t the others help her?”

“Of course.”

Then why was Ava alone? Sarah doesn’t voice the question, but it clings to her as Dr. Riley puts the picture back where it was. It might have something to do with the way Ava stopped appearing in photographs, and something is familiar about being cut off from everyone. The way her only friends abandoned her when she told them what he did to her. Packing her things all on her own without anyone there to save her. 

Next thing she knows, Dr. Riley is telling her what she’d like her to do before their next session in a few days; she should keep trying to socialize with the neighbors, and she should reach out about how she feels. If she knew Sarah needed to get necessities for the house, she’d probably tell her to buy those, too. 

After she leaves, reemerging into late morning air, Sarah looks around the block. There’s a general store, a bakery, a boutique, a gift shop- just a few little staples, one of which she stops at to finally pick up basics for around the house. But at the end of the “downtown” area, there’s a large building- or rather, one medium building with two smaller ones near it, with a sign outside she can’t read from this distance. Something draws her to it, and she doesn’t read the sign before approaching, looking at the well kept local grass growing, but not too tall, around the area. She hears voices and follows them, all the way to the back of the building, where a handful of men and women are tending to a lush garden of flowers and such, pulling up weeds. When she gets closer, she recognizes one of the women.

“Olivia?”

Olivia stands up and smiles, wiping her work gloves on loose, stained denim pants. “Hey, what’s up?”

She shrugs in answer. “I was just wandering around, is all. Looking for something to do with my day.”

“Well, if you want-” Olivia kneels in the dirt again and grabs a spare pair of dirty work gloves, “-you can join us. It’ll only take an hour or so, but it’s rewarding.”

An hour sounds like a long time, and Sarah wants to go home. But something calls her to stay, and she takes the gloves, slides them onto her too-small hands, and looks for plants that don’t belong. Everyone is chattering happily, and make an effort to pull her into the conversation without forcing her to take part. It feels nice to be a part of something, if she’s honest.

The work isn’t hard, and it goes by quickly before Olivia stands up and bids everyone goodbye, says she’ll see them later. Only then does Sarah dare to ask where she is, and Olivia gives her this proud, eager smile that fits on her face as naturally as the wedding band on her finger.

“This is the temple. It’s not much, but it’s ours, and I’m proud of it.”

“Oh.”

Sarah doesn’t entirely understand, but she doesn’t have to in order to like it. It’s something that makes people happy and brings them together, and on a day when she has more energy, perhaps she’ll ask more questions or give it all a more thorough look. For now, though, she walks off with Olivia and they head home in companionable silence, another invitation extended for dinner that Sarah accepts because she has yet to go grocery shopping.

They part at the front step and Sarah, because she can’t help it, goes back down to the shore after setting down her groceries, rolling up her pants and crossing her arms over her chest in the cold wind. She wants to see Ava again, but doubts she will. She ran off last time, after all, and that’s not usually grounds for a warm welcome.

However, as she approaches the tidepools, she hears a familiar splash, and looks out at the water to see eyes peering at her over the slow waves. Blue. Familiar. Ava. Sarah wants to say something, but all the words die in her throat instead of making it to her lips and tongue.

Slowly, Ava comes closer, until she’s shallow enough that her whole upper body is out of water and she folds her arms on the rocks, resting her chin on them, and lazily swishes her tail in the water.

“You left,” she says in a stiff voice like windless summer days. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

Ava makes the same trilling sound from the day before and smiles, revealing an unnatural edge to her teeth. They’re beautiful, though. Less threatening than a human mouth would be for Sarah, strangely enough. She smiles back and slides down the rock to sit on it, her calves in the water, almost to the rolled-up hem of her sweats.

“I want to show you something, but you have to trust me.”

Sarah shouldn’t trust her. But Ava is so kind, has such an open and real look on her face, the kind it’s easy to sink into like a warm bed on a cold wintry day. She nods, and Ava tugs at her ankle, about to pull her in. Instead of panicking, Sarah pulls away and sheds her sweatpants, too fond of them to ruin them in the sea, and throws them back to safety in one of the last tidepools before the cliffside, hoping they won’t go too far.

When Ava pulls at her again, Sarah allows her without another thought.

[olivcrfeng-a]

BASIC INFORMATION.

Full Name: Oliver Feng

Nickname(s): Oli mainly,

Age: 32

Date of Birth: March 18th.

Hometown: Kelantan, Malaysia

Current Location: Mystic, Connecticut

Ethnicity: Malay

Nationality: American, Malaysian

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Orientation: Heterosexual

Religion: Doesn’t currently practice on an active basis.

Political Affiliation: Works for and loyal to the Mystic town Mayor

Occupation: City Hall Council Member

Living Arrangements: Upon moving to Mystic in 2015, Oliver bought a small home that is easy for him to get to work at City Hall and is close to the wharf and shoreline for his regular runs.

Language(s) Spoken: Primarily English having grown up in the US since age 4 but his parents ensured he still remained true to their family’s origin languages that included Malay and Mandarin ( better at writing Mandarin than speaking ).

Accent: American

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

Face Claim: Henry Golding

Hair Colour: Black/Dark brown

Eye Colour: Brown

Height: 6′1″

Weight: 163 lbs.

Build: Athletic

Tattoos: Mandarin characters on upper left bicep that means strength, and a symbol line tattoo that means prosperity on his lower right-side torso.

Piercings: N/A, has no piercings

Clothing Style: During the work week on a daily basis, Oliver wears dress shirts, pants, dress coats and jackets to work at City Hall, when not on the clock or on weekends, he can usually be seen more laid-back in plain T-shirts, polos, pullovers, jeans and khakis.

Usual Expression: His regular expression is a pleasant one that renders him approachable and makes others feel at ease.

Distinguishing Characteristics: Bounding stride, infectious laugh, bright smile, attentive eyes.

HEALTH.

Physical Ailments: N/A, none diagnosed or prominent, but he can be notably restless.

Neurological Conditions: N/A

Allergies: Mild environmental as the seasons change.

Sleeping Habits: Oliver tries to ensure he gets adequate sleep regularly, he is an early bird and prefers getting up and going in the morning, but doesn’t hesitate staying up late when he needs to get work done or for a break.  

Eating Habits: Oliver eats healthy regularly, and he has numerous family recipes he has asked his mother for that he has made. Though at the same time, he is a foodie and likes trying all types of cuisine, he’s pretty much a go-to for restaurant or food recommendations amongst the people he knows.

Exercise Habits: Having done soccer and track while going through school, Oliver has kept up with exercise habits and likes going on daily runs and visiting the gym on a regular basis.

Emotional Stability: Oliver is mainly an 8 on the emotional stability scale, it takes a lot for him to lose his cool and can remain level-headed in pretty much any situation, always doing what he can to solve problems. He can be deemed emotions on the sense that he’s an open book mainly and wears his heart on his sleeve, though can become perturbed when thinking about his faults, or when the grief and guilt tends to come over him losing his best friend senior year of college.

Sociability: Oliver is naturally social, and likes being around and speaking to people. Though he also appreciates the little free time that he does have when possible, he’s just not one to like sitting still for long and always likes to be doing something.

Body Temperature: Hot-Natured.

Addictions: None.

Drug Use: Few times in high school and college, not frequent.

Alcohol Use: Socially, knows limits.

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PERSONALITY.

Label: The Dynamo - a zestful personal who likely has a big personality, they chase their ambitions with full potential of being successful.

Positive Traits: conscientious, benevolent, sharp-witted.

Negative Traits: ambivalent, defensive, headstrong

Goals/Desires: To be happy in life in general, to sort things out in his personal life, to change the world, to be a part of something bigger.

Fears: Failure, losing more loved ones, isolation

Hobbies: Hiking, Traveling, Running, Watching Movies, Brushing up on Foreign Languages, Photography, Reading.

Habits: Foot-tapping, fidgeting, taps pens/pencils, shifts on feet in place, can be easily distracted, doesn’t like staying still in most cases.

FAVOURITES.

Weather: He prefers warm, clear, summer weather, but doesn’t necessarily hate the cold either, is someone that doesn’t mind adapting.

Colour: Green.

Music: Oliver really isn’t too picky with music, what he likes, he likes. He does usually pick up-beat songs for running and working out.

Movies: He is mainly a fan of action and movies based on true stories, his favorites include The Godfather, Saving Private Ryan, The Bourne series, & Forrest Gump.

Sport: Soccer ( used to play growing up), The Olympics.

Beverage: Practically lives on coffee.

Food: Traditional recipes from home & almost anything spicy.

Animal: Tiger.

FAMILY.

Father: Tao Feng, bio-medical researcher

Mother: Lian Feng, speech pathologist

Sibling(s): N/A ( i possibly will add later! )

Children: N/A, currently has no children

Pet(s): N/A, currently has no pets but wants a dog, just is worried about the hours that he works, he wouldn’t be around for it as often as he likes.

Family’s Financial Status: Well-Off

EXTRA.

Zodiac Sign: Pisces

MBTI: ENFP ( extroverted, intuitive, feeling, perceiving )

Enneagram: Type 9: The Mediator

Temperament: Sanguine

Moral Alignment: Neutral Good

Primary Vice: Pride

Primary Virtue: Humility

Element: Air