#foxy's writing

[autumn-foxfire]

Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito Relationship: Kaito Kuroba/Kudo Shinichi Chapters: 5/5 Summery: When Kuroba Kaito and Kudou Shinichi encountered each other with the masks of Thief and Detective at the Bird Lovers and Appreciation Club Kaito had started to celebrate his doves, a natural friendship formed before them due to their mutual appreciation for Kaito's doves and it wasn't too long before the two began to develop feelings stronger than friendship with each other. The both had two issues they would have to work around before they could start a relationship. For Kaito, it was simple, he had convinced Shinichi he wasn't Kaitou KID. For Shinichi it was complicated, he liked two people: Kuroba Kaito and Kaitou KID.

For the KaiShin secret santa event hosted by @dcmkkaishinevents

This is my gift for secret santa for Nana in the discord server (I don't think they have a tumblr but if you do please tell me and I'll edit this post and add it <3).

They gave me some marvelous and fun tropes to work with and it was fun writing these two idiots. Merry Christmas and I hoped you enjoyed my interpretation of what you wanted and did them justice.

[theorist-fox]

Simon makes love to you

Drabble to get me out of the block

Word Count: 1.6k

18+

CW: fluff, smut, contains themes of depression

Simon fucks you hard.

It's an unsaid promise, a sort of bargain. 

You need someone to fuck your head empty, he needs someone who'll let him unload whatever mess is brewing inside of him. 

You like it hard.

He needs it hard.

Mutual agreement. Everything had clicked so easily you two had never even bothered setting ground rules or whatnot. They flowed naturally, as if you knew, and he did as well.

Whenever you wanted, you just knocked. If he was up for it, you'd spend the night in his bed until your throat would go raw and your limbs would turn floppy.

The same happened when he was on the other side of the door.

Independently on who asked, the outcomes rarely changed. If ever.

Yet Simon now finds himself in front of a crossroads, when you knock on his door with bloodshot eyes and a tiredness so horrible that, for a moment, he feels afraid.

That lasts a swift second, though, because the next thing he registers is complete discomfort. Helplessness.

He doesn't think he can fuck that out of you. Not when your eyes are so chock full of tears yet so hollow.

Your lips look cracked and swollen, like you've spent a while nibbling at the flakes of dry skin. He's sure they'd taste of iron if he were to kiss them.

As he takes in your state, he narrowly misses your sniffle, the tremble of your hands. Or the way your voice, so feeble and strained, as if exhausted from the words themselves, whispers:

"Can you make love to me tonight?"

Simon barely reacts as it reaches his ears. On the outside, he's impassive as ever—inside, on the other hand, he's rattled to the bone.

Because he doesn't know how to do that. 

What he does know, is that he could tell you no, and you wouldn't so much as bat an eye. You're not one to push, and neither is he. It's always been such a balanced thing. 

And yet he'd rather gouge his eyes out than watch you tremble any more than you already are.

Which is why he doesn't answer verbally—doesn't trust himself to do that, to sound as kind as you need him to be. He simply curls his hand at the nape of your neck and pulls you in, lips to lips.

And exactly as he thought, taste of iron they do.

Simon's kiss is not devouring. It's hesitant because he's new to it, soft because you asked. There's no tongue yet, simply lips smacking and a gentle hand on your hips. The white lights of the building's hallway flicker overhead—some old place in which neighbours don't ask much about what's happening in the other flats, which is exactly what he needs.

Gently, he guides you inside, closing the door behind you with the flat of his hand. Feels the salt of your tears on his own lips, like he's cried them as well. 

Your hands cradle his neck, fingers dreadfully cold and rough—callouses you've bitten in anxious habit, perhaps to cause pain so the one inside would quell. 

Simon guides your back against his door, as his hand blindly reaches for the lock. It twists smoothly in his fingers. Clicks. You unravel there, like the sound's given you permission to do so.

Simon is used to drinking up your moans, never your sobs. He tries as you hiccup in his mouth, holding you gently yet firmly, grounding you to where it matters.

Careful as ever, his fingers tug at the zipper of your coat, and then helps you out of it. Similarly, your own lift his shirt up and off his head. And then it's a dance he knows by heart, hands tracing the shape of you the more it gets exposed.

Loose clothes on the floor. Your cold hands holding onto him for dear life. His own guiding you to the bed, steering your body where he needs it—where you do.

But differently from previous times, there's so much softness in his fingers that they tremble almost as much as yours, like he's afraid he'd bruise you when he bloody well knows he's held you far more harshly and you never complained once.

And then you're on his bed, on your back with his own body as an anchor to reality. A big arm snakes in the sliver of space between your bodies to reach your sex.

He kisses your cheeks first, as his fingers draw soft circles at your clit to get you wet. Your chest stutters with hiccups to catch your breath, tired hands threaded through his hair—perhaps to keep him closer, perhaps to ground yourself.

Whatever the reason, he lets you. Feels your breath—thick, heavy, wet—brush his skin. Your lips reciprocate his kisses, landing damp and swollen on his shoulder, on his neck.

That night, Simon fucks you softly.

He doesn't thrust into you until you can't breathe but keeps his hips flush to yours instead. He rolls idle circles that sheath him fully inside and cradles your head to keep you still—to keep you comfortable, to give you what you asked.

Can you make love to me tonight?

Simon is not sure he can, doesn't think he has what it takes.

But still, his hands hold you gently, instead of marking you blue. His mouth draws in your breath, like he's trying to even it out when you can't. 

"That's it," he whispers when he feels the stutters in your chest settle down. "That's it—deep breaths. Good girl, y're doing so good." 

Your hands come to hold him like he is you, and then you cum around him breathing hard and burying your face in his neck instead of moaning and clawing at his skin.

"There it is," he tells you quietly when your pussy clenches around him. His voice chokes on itself because you're not the only one affected by this—not by a long shot. "There it is, swee'heart. Jus' like that."

He keeps his focus on you as you come down from it, satisfied when he notices that the trickles down your temples are of sweat and not tears anymore. 

But there's something in your eyes, he thinks. Something that has been torn to shreds so many times you gave up even trying to fix it. A loneliness so fierce it’s burning you to ashes, an exhaustion so deeply engraved you carry it within your bones.

How a man as attentive as him has never noticed is beyond him, but now he finds himself wanting to see it, to try and help you mend it until you're whole again.

"Fuck, you're lovely, yeah?" He murmurs when your hands come to cradle his cheeks and his do the same. "Sight f'sore eyes."

You smile for the first time since you knocked on his door. 

Can you make love to me tonight?

Simon is not sure he can, but he'll be damned if he doesn't try—if it means you smile like that again.

Your hips start moving to meet him, ankles locked at his tailbone. Simon cums inside of you for the first time since you two started seeing each other, rocking his hips as you caress the back of his head.

He’s always tried his damned hardest to avoid leaving strands of any kind that could tie you to him. He's a dangerous man, one you shouldn't be tangled with. 

But if you look so safe in his arms, enough to seek him at your lowest, enough to smile even when your world seems torn asunder, then there's little he can do to fight it. 

To fight you.

He collapses, chest to chest, knocking the breath out of your lungs—a sound so soft it tickles his ear enough to raise goosebumps.

Simon holds onto you something fierce, arms tucked under the hollow of your spine—inked skin, rough and thickened by a harsh life, against the velvet of yours.

Usually, you’d spare a few moments for the two of you to catch a breath, and then you’d leave, or he would, and life would roll on by. Tonight, he senses your hesitation in the tremble of your arms, and how they’re still holding on tight, wrapped like a silk ribbon around his neck.

Simon finds himself at a crossroads again, but this time it’s so much easier to make a choice.

Can you make love to me tonight?

As he nuzzles your skin, Simon realizes he never even had to try.

“Stay,” he whispers into your neck. 

It’s then that you suck in a deep breath, one that bullies its way into his own lungs too. The curve of your cheek presses into his temple, as if you might be smiling. There, something fills him just right.

He wants to look up and see if he’s fixed a few of those shreds, if he’s managed to at least squeeze a thread in there, within the broken seams. 

Perhaps he has, because your voice quivers less, and there’s that golden touch of hope in it, refreshing and bright—somehow louder than the sobs he’s been striving to take from you all night.

“Okay,” you breathe. “O-okay, I’ll stay.”

Thing is, you never leave. 

If not once or twice, with Simon in tow, carrying a few boxes in his hands with your initials scribbled on one side.

Until your books are on his shelves, your toothbrush on his sink, and your name on the doorbell, right next to his own.

[chloesimaginationthings]

What comic is the bottom left image of springtrap from? (On the post where you say why you draw him blocky)

It’s from this comic!! A very normal father son reunion

Og post here

[autumn-foxfire]

HAHA. That's mine XD And yeah, I needed to Vent. And writing is the best way to do so. I like to think Shinichi agrees it's stupid.

m27 stuff

first fic posted after cousin reveal lol, the authors do be venting. this is us

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55142509

[lil-dragon-rawr]

Y'all what if FNaF and DC were in the same universe can you imagine the chaos

Part Two, Part Three

Masterlist

Michael: *applies for a security job at WE because go big or go home amirite)

Tim, doing the interview because everyone else was freaked out by Michael: so, uh. What's your work experience

Michael: oh! I was a security officer for a bunch of places. Only for like a week at a time though cause I was only working there to set them on fire

Tim, now deeply concerned: um. So uh. That's a crime

Michael, realizing he made a Mistake™ and attempting to defend himself: hey, with the last gig it was literally in my contract that I had to burn the place down

Tim, contemplating insurance fraud:

Michael: also I'm great with lawsuits

Michael: *is living in Crime Alley because of course he is*

Michael: *gets shot while interrupting a gang war*

Michael, staring at the bullet in his chest: oh cool! My first souvenir from the east coast!

Red Hood, trying to get the obvious civilian out of the way: uhh hey buddy, are you good?

Michael "Allergic To Dying" Afton: yeah I'm good! Check out this bullet!

Red Hood, deeply concerned: what the [REDACTED]

Michael, remembering most people die when they're shot: oh don't worry, ever since I got scooped I can't die!

Red Hood, deeply concerned and regretting this conversation: uh. Scooped?

Michael, excited to talk about his trauma: yeah! My dead sister tricked me into getting my insides scooped out so she and her friends could wear my skin as a disguise to escape their prison

Red Hood:

Michael, working at WE and high on fear gas thanks to Scarecrow: oh, the nightmares are back!

Michael: *ignores them and keeps flipping through the cameras to see where Scarecrow went*

Red Robin, trying to help his employees: sir, you need to evacuate the building. Also, here's an antidote to the fear toxin-

Michael, annoyed: hey can you get out of my face? You're blocking the bestest boi

Red Robin: you're on fear toxin, whatever you're seeing isn't real

Michael: yeah and it wasn't real the first four years either but nightmare foxy is back and I'm never letting him go, he's the only one I like

Red Robin: sir please

Tim: *checks in on Michael and sees a little robotic bear reading an official-looking paper*

Tim, incredibly confused and praying that's not confidential WE info: hey Mike, whatcha got there

Michael, scooping up Helpy to present him like it's his favorite child: this is Helpy! He's the best and is so helpful. He also cuddles really nicely!

Michael, getting flashbacks: unlike SOME animatronics

Tim: what's he. What's he holding

Michael, with the energy of a parent excited to show off his kid's latest project: oh it's a lawsuit!

Michael, having a Conversation™ with Red Hood: wait you're dead too!

Red Hood: uhh yeah?

Michael: but why aren't you purple? Are you an animatronic?

Red Hood, incredibly confused: ...why would I be an animatronic?

Michael: cause you aren't decaying like me???

Red Hood: ok cool new question

Red Hood: HOW would I be an animatronic?

Michael: what, like it's difficult?

Michael: I mean, my little brother got rebuilt into an animatronic when he died so it's not that much of a stretch

Red Hood, realizing this is karma for every joke he made about his own death:

Michael: and there was that time a pile of robot spaghetti wore my skin so they could be a real person

Red Hood: would you pLEASE stop talking about that

Michael, ignoring him: didn't stop me from decaying though. Hm

WE: *gets shut out of their systems by an unknown hacker with a robot fox face*

Michael: don't worry guys I got this!

Tim, severely concerned that Batfam stuff is going to get leaked: but you're a security guard?? How-

Michael, typing in LOL: yeah don't worry it's just Lolbit! They like to cause problems on purpose from time to time

Tim: Lol...bit? Causes problems on purpose?

Michael: it's like enrichment

*Batfam realizes they have to start investigating Michael*

Red Hood: I mean, we could just ask him

Red Hood: the first time we met he told me exactly how he died in great detail

Red Hood, reminiscing (read: war flashbacks): he had a twenty-four slide powerpoint

Red Robin, realizing Michael's purple and smells bad for a reason other than "classic Gotham chemicals": he's dead???

Red Hood, desensitized: yeah, he didn't tell you?

Red Robin: *approaches Michael outside of work*

Michael, no longer high on fear toxin: oh hiya boss!

Red Robin, panicking: uhh what

Michael "FoxyBro" Afton: is there a reason you're talking to me outside of business hours? Am I in trouble?

Red Robin, wondering how he was going to explain this to Batman: uhhhhhh

Batman: please explain your previous jobs. For the investigation

Michael: oh! Well it all began when I tried to play a prank on my brother, shoved him into Fredbear's mouth, and got him killed-

Michael: then the nightmares started, which I later found out was partially due to my dad running experiments on me every night-

Michael: eventually he died but not really,

Michael: oh! And my sister got eaten by Baby-

Batman, lost at "shoved him into Fredbear's mouth":

*Batfam arrives at the Pizzaplex to try and figure out what the heck is going on*

Michael, there because he's visiting his siblings, standing next to Baby, Golden Freddy, and Gregory (on Glamrock Freddy's shoulders): oh hi guys!

Red Robin, who read the Funtime schematics: Michael what the [404 SWEAR NOT FOUND]

Red Hood: there's a child?? Why is there a child???

Michael: didn't I tell you about him? Anyways this is Gregory, he's the robot version of my dead brother!

Michael, gesturing to Golden Freddy: and this is my dead brother

Michael: though technically that's also another kid who lowkey kinda scares me

Michael, moving on: and this is my sister!

Michael: y'know, the one who tricked me into getting my insides scooped so she and her friends could wear my skin as a disguise?

Red Hood: can you PLEASE stop talking about that

Baby: I told you you wouldn't die!

Michael, looking at the Batfam like they're cameras from The Office: and she wonders why she's not my favorite sibling

Nightwing, having a moment but still trying to get information: who's. Who's the other bot

Michael, patting Glamrock Freddy: oh that's me!

Michael: a piece of me anyways

Nightwing: I have so many more questions

Signal, who can see the ghosts: please do not ask for answers.

Michael, showing the Batfam around the Pizzaplex: do you want to see my favorite ride?

Red Hood: ...sure

Michael: it's Foxy's log ride! Foxy is my favorite, I'm so upset he got replaced with Roxy but at least he's still around! Y'know when I was a kid I used to wear a Foxy mask, which is coincidentally the mask I wore when I got my brother killed-

Michael: *goes on a whole rant of the evolutions of Foxy and why OG Foxy is his favorite*

Red Hood: *starts taking notes*

Roxy, storming through the Pizzaplex: Gregory, you lawless RAT, how DARE you replace my HAIRBRUSH with a pORCUPINE-

Gregory: *running to hide behind Spoiler because he associates purple with Michael*

Spoiler: *as Roxy runs up* oh uhh hi there. Roxy right?

Roxy:

Roxy: you're not Gregory

Spoiler: haha nope! No Gregory here!

Roxy: oh. Sorry

Roxy: love your outfit though!

Spoiler: thanks, love your makeup!

Roxy: I know, right? I'm gorgeous!

Spoiler:

Roxy: ...wanna have a girl's night with me and Glamrock Chica where we get dressed up and make Sun swear in binary?

Spoiler: did you even need to ask?

Robin, in a corner vibing with Mangle: *petting Mangle*

Mangle, also vibing: ._.(^w^)

Batman:

Puppet:

Batman:

Puppet:

Red Hood, realizing this is a staring contest: *goes halfway across the Pizzaplex to get popcorn and comes back to them in the exact same positions* ooh. Getting interesting

Nightwing: *argues with Circus Baby about clown etiquette*

Signal, overwhelmed by all the ghosts: man sure wish I had my lofi beats to study and relax to right now

DJ Music Man: *climbs out of the wall*

Signal: *unholy screeching* HOLY M- wait you're chill aren't you

DJ: *starts playing his version of lofi beats to study and relax to*

Signal: ...huh

Black Bat: *disappeared, found Ballora, and is now dancing with her* (^ ^)

Red Robin, recognizing the fox face from the WE hack: yOU

Funtime Foxy: I appreciate the enthusiasm for performing arts, but you must be thinking of my sibling!

Red Robin, who didn't find Lolbit's blueprints: your what

Lolbit, appearing out of nowhere: he means me!

Red Robin, with newly energized fury: YOU!

Lolbit: ...LOL!

[icyfox17]

Hiding face in neck for bucktommy 💙

Buck comes home from a shift, absolutely dead to the bone, but somehow still feeling quite content with life.

It was a busy shift. Non-stop calls to the point where Buck's pretty sure he's only had around three hours of sleep in the entire 24 hour shift, but they were all relatively simple and with happy endings.

It made Buck feel fulfilled and reminded him of why he loves his job. Even if he feels two steps away from just collapsing on the spot.

Tommy's there to greet him though and oh, Buck missed Tommy. They've only been apart for thirty hours, but that feels like a lifetime.

Instantly Buck falls onto Tommy, burying his face into his neck and letting his body sag.

Tommy catches him, hands already coming to massage the tight knot in his back shoulder without him even asking.

Buck sighs, sinking further into him and breathing in deeply. Tommy must've just showered. His skin is still damp and Buck can smell the pine of his shampoo.

"I love you," Buck mumbles into Tommy, suddenly overwhelmed with just how much affection he feels for him.

He can't see it, but he can hear Tommy's smile as he replies, "I love you too, babe. You have a good shift?" "Yeah, actually." Buck replies, breathing another content sigh. "Just tired."

Tommy's hands come to his curls, scratching them gently and Buck feels a shiver run down his spine. "C'mon, let's get you to bed."

Buck whines, keeping his face pressed hidden in Tommy's neck. "Mm don't wanna move."

"The bed is much comfier, Evan." Tommy coaxes, and he does have a point, but Buck doesn't think he'll be able to move ever again. 

"Mm you're comf'," Buck mumbles and honestly falling asleep where he stands does not sound like a bad idea.

He can feel the Tommy's chest vibrate with his laughter and it feels warm. "Evan."

"'mmy."

Tommy starts to pull away and Buck makes an displeased noise, though doesn't do anything as he doesn't have the energy to fight.

Tommy keeps his hands on his shoulders, effectively keeping him upright, as he looks at Buck with an soft expression. "You got this." "I hate you," Buck says without any heat.

"I love you too," Tommy replies without missing a beat, and then he's lightly tugging Buck to their bedroom.

send me prompts !

[froggieetmblr]

one of my fav scenes idc

[deadclockghost]

Mermay Day 3 - Pirates

"The runt caught a big one!!"

But neither he nor the fish seem too happy about it...

(can you believe this took me around 8h??? my back and head hurt.... all the others are going to be so so simple I swear)

[yuesya]

The bird wavers, stumbling forward on trembling human legs, and only barely manages to stop itself from toppling over face-first into the stream by stabbing its spear down into the rocky riverbed to act as a crutch. With a wet splash, the bloodstained weapon cuts effortlessly through the waters and sinks down into the sand and gravel below.

The bird lurches to a stop, heaving.

Nausea churns in its stomach, but it’s not from hunger. For the first time in so very long, the bird is finally sated, as the Master has finally allowed it to eat. But had it known that this was what the Master had in mind, it would’ve rather continued starving.

Rejoice, for I shall permit a wretched servant such as you to slake your hunger. Go on, little bird. Go forth and devour the dreams of those who dare to spurn my grace and goodness. I will not entertain pointless rebellion: Those who dream of other gods henceforth need not dream at all.

… What are you waiting for? Go.

Your master commands you, [             ].

The spell of obedience engraved into its body carries it forward, forcing the bird to carry out the Master’s directives, regardless of its own will.

And so–

And so another horrifying nightmare unfolds, this one wrought by its own two hands. One where the bird enters a small, peaceful village, and begins devouring dreams as per the Master’s instructions, slaughtering any dissidents who stand up in defiance. The screams of pain and abject terror ring in its ears even now, and when the bird closes its eyes, it sees nothing but empty husks and cooling corpses.

Yet the hopes and dreams of innocent, unknowing humans had tasted so sweet upon its tongue. A sharp contrast against the atrocity of the act that it had committed, causing the bird’s throat to constrict with horror–

–to no avail. The Master’s orders supersede all else, and so the bird had continued to swallow, swallow, and swallow. Gorging itself on the maddening sweetness of lovely dreams and being unable to stop, for to stop was to disobey the Master.

… This is not the first act of destruction that the Master has demanded of it. But even so, there is something beyond heinous in the act of tearing away and eating human dreams, in stripping them of their hopes and desires.

The bird’s chest heaves, and its throat retches. Nothing comes out.

In the waters, red tendrils dissipate into crimson swirls along the current from where its bloodstained spear stands.

… The bird’s fingers are numb. Numb, and yet for some reason it cannot seem to release them from the gore-splattered spear.

But what use are these human hands, when all they bring is pain, suffering, and death?

Had the bird known that this was the sort of fate that awaited it the day that it finally accrued enough power to attain a human form, then it would’ve rather stayed as a beast forevermore. At the very least, it would at least have the freedom to choose to die on its own terms, instead of being unable to even end its own misery due to the Master’s order against–

Pop.

The bird rears back, startled, as a round, glistening object bursts in front of it.

… Where did this come from?

Pop.

Old injuries that the Master had not permitted the bird to heal ache with a fiery, familiar pain as it straightens and surveys its surroundings. Only to be met with the sight of numerous… wavering, rounded constructs. Each one of varying sizes, but no bigger than its fist, and upon closer scrutiny it seems to be made of some… some strange thin film?

Pop.

A soft splash sounds behind it, sudden and unexpected.

The bird whirls around, heart thudding in its chest as it realizes that it’s not alone. There is another presence here, one that must be extremely close–

Another splash, followed by a rustling sound. The bird immediately spins back, and finds… nothing?

That can’t be right.

The world in front of it wavers, covered by a thin, translucent film as another of those strange, delicate objects drifts over its eyes. The bird raises its hand to wave it away, and–

Pop.

Movement, once more. This time, the bird glimpses something slithering, but when it spins around–

It loses its footing.

Somehow, it loses its footing, the riverbed suddenly far more slippery than it had been mere moments ago. The bird crashes to the ground in a decidedly ungraceful manner, barely managing to keep its grip on the weapon in its hand–

–and droplets of water rain down upon it, followed by a dark shadow falling over it.

The bird looks up, only to find that the nighttime moon has been blotted out by a great bestial eye hovering above it.

An eye of the deepest abyssal blue, ringed with a striking red-violet glow.

[axtonorian]

I know I said I was nervous about word vomiting on here but I really NEED to talk about Eclipse. Specifically what's happening and leading up to his breakdown.

I wanna talk about everything leading up to it. Moving dimensions, the dead kids, Ruin showing up, the stuff with Lefty and Captain, The mimic, Puppet, Charlie. There's so much that's been going on in his life during the past...5-7 months? And I just have to talk about it.

The reason I bring up moving dimensions as contributing to the breakdown and stress is, change is hard. Moving is hard. Even if you want to move or go somewhere else it can still be overwhelming. Not only that but he had to meet all these new people that, at first, he hated and wanted nothing to do with them. Not only that but because of Sun and Moon he was basically forced to deal with his own trauma and get over it to help these two goobers who couldn't even communicate normally. He also had people constantly coming into the theater, which was supposed to be somewhat his space, and asking him for help and needing him to do things. Which had to have been stressful. Then the lab was supposed to be his space but everyone else found that too and went in without his knowledge.

Then the murders started happening. Everyone was stressed out all of the time, but he especially. I don't think that the situation was worse or easier for anyone involved but his upset was the most noticeable because it felt a bit out of character. We weren't really used to seeing him so vulnerable yet? Even with him helping Puppet and Earth it was still kinda weird. But the more it happened the more in character it felt. It was easy to tell he was not well. He's never really been well but he was doing a bit worse. I don't think anyone ever really addressed to each other how all the kids were affecting them. Eclipse, Sunlight, and Puppet are all THE WORST at doing this. I don't put Moonlight in this list because I actually think he's pretty good at talking about what upsets him and getting his emotions out, from what I've seen. But they should've talked about it. Especially Eclipse. He definitely felt useless during that time because he couldn't save some of those kids. And it's essentially happening again. His kids are in danger because of THE SAME MURDERER + another murderer and he feels useless.

There's so so soooo much grief and anger piling up that it's crushing him. The Mimic showing him what "could've been" if only he had tried to talk things out or hadn't been so "stupid". Losing Puppet, FC and Foxy leaving him behind to pick up the pieces of what happened. Trying to take care of Charlie and trying to get two of his kids back. He hasn't even finished Andrew, Jake, or Andy's bodies.

Now onto the breakdown itself. It started before that call, you could hear it in his voice. Then William gave him two weeks and Roxanne walked in at actually the perfect time. If she hadn't showed up he might not have gotten to let his emotions out the way he needed to. Then he started projecting on her HEAVILY and you cannot convince me otherwise.

"Is it in your nature to screw me over?" -This one might be pushing it but he's always been in his own way. Eclipse has always had an issue with getting out of his own way. Keeping himself from making good healthy relationships with people, putting up walls, overworking himself until he gets like this.

"You're such a failure." -Saying that to Roxy didn't make any sense. What would've made her a failure??? This one sounds A LOT like him telling that to himself just out loud.

"Got some more brain-dead ideas in there?" -This goes with the previous one. Eclipse has made a lot of plans in the past three years and they almost always fail or just get ignored. Specifically with Puppet and giving her a different alternative instead of dying or telling William that he can get him a different body and William saying he wants that body.

"Suddenly you care?" -This one is a big one for me. Eclipse said he doesn't understand why he cares so much. Like this man has spent the last 2-3 years "not caring" about anyone and doing whatever he wants. Killing and torturing whoever he wants or anyone who has wronged him in some way. Then he started getting close to people. The first being Earth. I think she was literally the first person (that he didn't make) to genuinely be nice to him and try to help him. Then there was Puppet followed by FC, Ballora and everyone from that dimension, excluding Lefty and Captain, our Monty and his kids. Even if it's been about a year since he helped Earth and started caring it still seems to be a foreign concept to him.

Then there's when he starts talking about how he's supposed to know what to do "be the best" and stuff. "I'm supposed to be good at this." "I'm supposed to be good at this stupid thing." "I'm supposed to find them." "I'm not supposed to struggle." "I'm supposed to be the guy who finds stuff, who gets it done, who kills, who gets stuff situated." this reminds me of Nexus. He felt like he was supposed to be what Old Moon was and more even if no one told him he had to he that way. I don't think anyone has told Eclipse he's supposed to be the best or anything except himself. Maybe that stems from when he was Moon. Just something that came with everything else. There's a lot of "I'm supposed to" going around.

And when he started talking about his Kids is when it seems like it starts to sink in for him. The way his voice sounds and the hesitation paired with forcing his voice to say what he needs to say. Then he goes back to "I'm supposed to be good at everything." He's so frustrated and so stressed out. Frustration is literally I think one of the worst feelings for me because it feels so infuriating and it can happen so often. Even just the build up of small things inconveniencing me can make me break as badly as he did. Being frustrated sucks. Especially when it's something as big as his kids.

Another thing I want to point out is that he says "If I can't find them, who can?"

He doesn't realize there are people who CAN help him and are probably willing to help. Like Monty or Ruin. Both are smart enough and could help. And if not anyone from the dimension he's in, maybe someone from the main dimension. Genuinely I think I would go insane if he actually asked for help from someone in the main dimension. The first option is definitely Monty since those two get along. Solar is a BIG maybe but I bet he would understand especially with everything that just happened with Jack. Might not be willing to help all the way but could give hims some outside ideas. Personally I think it would be huge if he asked Moon. It probably will literally never happen but Moon is EXTREMELY intelligent and idk that's just something that would show a lot of growth for the both of them. Again it's like literally the least likely to happen.

But he's putting so much pressure on himself when there IS OTHER PEOPLE WHO ARE AS SMART AS HE IS. MAYBE SMARTER??? That can help.

Not only that but he is terrified that Andy and Jake are going through what he went through when he was stuck in his head during the Mimic situation.

"They're stuck in their heads. Their body just being used like a tool."

Eclipse was a tool. He was stuck in his head and was a tool for someone else who would've just killed him eventually or toyed with him until he snapped. Thinking that someone else might be going through that sucks and even worse thinking your own kids are going through that? Without knowing how to help?

Now the part I wanted to talk about THE MOST.

"I'm not a dad. I can't ever be a dad. I can barely take care of myself."

Oh boy. This. This hit hard.

Taking care of yourself is hard. Keeping yourself healthy and alive and well is difficult. The world feels like it's against everyone. Pair that with suddenly having to take care of other people? Small people who are more vulnerable to getting hurt or lost than you are? That's terrifying. That's really really scary. It's even worse when you believe that you can't do it or don't deserve it. Now times that by four. This mf really is a single dad who just got four kids dropped at his doorstep with absolutely no instructions or any idea on how to take care of them. Not only that but he's extremely bad at taking care of himself. Thank god he's an animatronic cause I think if he was human he would be dead.

I think he wants to be their dad. He wants to hang out with them and teach them and help them be healthy people.

He can also kinda connect to them in a way that's like...his life was basically taken from him. He never got the chance to be someone on his own. He was just a killcode that went rogue. All his kids also had their lives taken from them. All of them were robbed of a childhood. Both Andrew and Andy were murdered in probably horrific ways. Jake died from cancer at a young age and Charlie was taken from her life and put in an environment that literally poisoned her and eventually killed her.

But he does want to be their dad. He just doesn't think he can be. Parenting is one of the hardest things anyone can do. You are responsible for this person until they are an adult and can take care of themselves. You are responsible for making sure they can take care of themselves. You're responsible for making sure to teach them how to be a good person and what empathy is. Teach them what kindness is and help them become someone who helps others. Help them become someone that can be special to someone else. How you treat them can affect how they treat EVERYONE they will ever meet or ever have any kind of relationship with whether that be romantic, platonic, familial, etc.

He already feels bad about how he's taking care of Charlie. He doesn't have time to help her but at the same time parenting is about making time for all of your kids. Even then it's still hard. Eclipse has so many examples of himself failing to do things and its taking its toll. If you feel like you failed at everything else what's going to make this time different?

Everything, all of it, is sinking in. To him the whole world is on his shoulders. He has to fix everything and he doesn't understand that he can't. That there are other people who can help. And he's scared. There's a deadline. That deadline isn't like failing a class or getting fired. That deadline determines whether or not someone gets to live or dies in a horrific or gruesome way.

The fact that it took him THIS LONG to have a full on breakdown is insane. It takes so much strength to make it that far while holding it in. He's changed so much and has grown so much and oh my god the amount of stuff going on is crazy.

ANYWHIZZLEE...that's my rant. Wow that is a lot. I genuinely love this character with my soul. I love the way he developed, I love how complex he is, it's just amazing to me. I love most of the characters Davis plays and I love the whole story as a whole. Does any of this even make sense??? 😭😭😭

[autumn-foxfire]

Kaito was still in shock as he approached Shinichi, a maelstrom of emotions at war inside of him and he could only bring himself to utter one thought.

"You just kicked a soccer ball into my dad's nuts," he whispered, the disbelief and awe present in his voice.

Shinichi huffed and crossed his arms, a feigned look of nonchalance coating his expression though his cheeks were dusted with a coat of pink in defiant embarrassment.

"He deserved it," he responded with a growl.

They both knew he deserved a lot more for what both he and his wife had decided to put their son through. And despite the turmoil that was still storming through him over his encounter with his father, Kaito couldn't help but laugh.

The sound that escaped his lips was both joyful and manic and that feigned look dropped from Shinichi's face to display the hidden concern underneath.

"Kaito? Are you okay?" he asked as Kaito just laughed and laughed, tears streaking down his check.

"No!" Kaito replied in a giddy tone, "But with you by my side I know I will be."

As the chuckles died down, he sagged boneless against Shinichi, burying his head into the other man's neck. Shinichi's arms instinctively wrapped around him and Kaito allowed himself to enjoy being held by the other.

"Thank you," he whispered against the pulse point in Shinichi's neck.

Shinichi rested his cheek against Kaito's head and gave him a tight squeeze, "Next time I'll kick one in his smug face," he promised.

Kaito giggled, "I'm holding you to that, Shinichi."

[pooks]

Ichiji was beyond pissed off at this dumb Davy Back fight.

First off, the shitty raft he, Luffy and Sanji were on broke. He told his captain that it wouldn't hold. Secondly, he's gotten whisked away by Foxy's idiotic pirate crew as their "prize".

He hated the Foxy Pirates. He hated the stupid, fake-cute woman on his crew. He hated the fake as fuck announcer and he hated this pathetic motherfucker to pirate captain Silver fucking Foxy.

And now these idiots wanted him to pledge his loyalty?

Oh ho...oh ho ho ho ho...

They had no idea who they were messing with.

"Give me that." He said and snatched a den-den mushi megaphone. He walked to the front of this "stage" and looked ahead of the massive crowd. Among them, he saw his real crew and he saw Sanji.

No one could make him pledge his loyalty to anyone else than the one he loved most.

"I pledge to..."

Everyone kept their breaths. Scarlet Ichiji, the recently risen pirate with a bounty on 40 million berries and mysterious powers that was not from a devil fruit...what would he say?

Ichiji then gave a wicked grin, like a serial murderer had just caught the scent of blood and found their new victim. "To slice the neck of anyone who says that I should abandon my precious little brother, whom I have bled out for!"

He turned his head around and smirked at Foxy, who had gone pale white and started to cold sweat. "I am Scarlet, Foxy. I am a DEVIL compared to my dear little brother. To forfeit my title as his big brother is to forfeit my life. So I DON'T PLEDGE LOYALTY TO YOU. I shall wait until the end of these games for my execution since I don't accept you as my new captain. Suck a lemon."

He was instantly booed by every single Foxy Pirate.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Sanji stood there, frozen with a widened eye. "AAARGH! SHITTY BROTHER WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?!" He screamed angrily. He didn't want to see his older brother forfeit his life and if they lost...if they lost, then he would die!

Luffy laughed and clapped his hands. "That's right, Ichiji! You're my archivist!"

"HE'S GONNA DIE IF WE LOSE THE NEXT TWO GAMES!" Nami shrieked at him. "Ichiji! Don't be stupid! Just go ahead and pledge loyalty for that moron! Don't throw away your life for nothing!"

"It won't be for nothing if it means Sanji lives!" Ichiji shouted at her, pissed off that she still didn't understand a thing about his bond to his little brother. "I

Usopp was tear-eyed and sniffed. "What a model big brother...Ichiji, you're such a man..." He rubbed his eyes. "Damn it, Sanji! You're so lucky!"

'Not so lucky if we lose the next two games.' Zoro thought to himself and glanced at the cook without moving his head. Sanji looked as if he was close to a panic-induced anxiety attack, biting on his nails and looked generally distressed. He couldn't let that happen.

"Ichiji..." Chopper sniffled, hugging Sanji's leg.

'If we lose...' Nami narrowed her eyes.

'The next two games...' Robin thought.

"Sanji/I will see Ichiji being executed!" Everyone's thoughts echoed in union, not that they knew it.

'No regrets.' Ichiji smirked to himself.

There was no way his captain would let that happen.

Perhaps not the most ideal solution, but if it gives some his captain motivation...then he'll do everything he can to take him back before his pending doom.

'Kick his ass, captain.'

[cocoreallylovesraiden]

Hi hi hi! Loved ur mk1 sick!reader headcanons, they so silly so cute!

May I request headcanons for hypersomniac!reader? Like they're always tired and sleepy. I mainly wanna see Shang Tsung and Kenshi <3 so feel free to include anyone else you'd like, male or female 🥰

MK1 characters and hypersomniac! reader

(shang tsung, kenshi, kung lao + extra lin kuei trio)

this request was from MARCH um hey... hi... sorry... but im back....requests are open....

Shang Tsung

-He seems like the extremely productive type, so I can’t say I think he’d appreciate someone who is on the more tired side. 

-Will be a gigantic diva whenever you mention it, talking about how ‘he’s been up for thirty hours and hasn’t so much as made a pip!’ 

-Would make all sorts of alarming potions and elixirs to prevent you from feeling drowsy- for the most part they don’t work because he doesn't really know how to make things without lethal side effects (and does not want you to DIE)

-He makes a big deal that he’s going to dissect you or experiment on you if you fall asleep as a scare tactic, and you’ll jolt awake from a sweaty nap terrified that you don’t have all your limbs

-(You are just in the corner of his work space, bundled in pelts and left untouched) (This is overkill on the pelts you are melting here.)

-He turns around and looks at you like WHAT! WHAT DO YOU WANT! NO I DIDN’T EXPERIMENT ON YOU ARE YOU STUPID!! But it is ultimately well meaning… you think?

-In all honesty I think Shang Tsung is the kind to get irritated by constant noise, especially when he’s trying to focus, so if you’re more mellow because of it, he would personally appreciate it. 

-He will exclusively refer to you as sleepyhead or ‘you sleeping lug’ thought i hope you're ok with that

-Will flick your nose if he sees you nodding off

Kenshi

-I feel like he’d be an insomniac, losing sleep because of everything he’s gone through

-Depending on his mood he’d either be irritated or soothed by your hypersomniac tendencies 

-Though because he's an earthrealmer (read: someone with a phone and google) he’d be able to do his own research and realize that it’s something that can impact you too 

-Just like how nights are hard for him, daytime can be a struggle for you as well, and as much as he can rationalize this his head he does metaphorically roll his (late) eyes when he sees you nodding off.

-He feels very chivalrous when you fall asleep against his shoulder so it does get  you good brownie points there

-If someone noisier came in he’d do the super suave cool guy thing where he just puts a finger to his lips and then points at you (would feel very cool afterwards)

-In the event that yall go grocery shopping he will be at the pharmacist counter the entire time asking about vitamins supplements remedies etc and in the end you’ll have a bedside table full of pill bottles that make you feel geriatric 

-Will use you feeling tired as an excuse to leave any social function and will be so happy (you were not fine he was just extremely overwhelmed) ((he hates house parties the floor plan is unfamiliar))

-He’s lived a stressful life and is thankful to take it slower with you

-Until you’ve fallen asleep halfway through a movie and he needs you to describe a scene GET UP I NEED TO KNOW WHAT SWORD THE GUY IS USING IS IT ACCURATE

Kung Lao 

-Takes it upon himself to jumpscare you the moment he sees you dozing off

-He just finds it hilarious, and you DID say you wanted to feel less tired throughout the day!

-Unfortunately he’d be the least gracious about it if you were sensitive about your hypersomnia (even against shang god bless you) but would also never take it to heart

-Maybe the first or second time you fell asleep around him, he’d worry that you found him boring, but once you explain it to him he Does Not Mind at all

-I mean it's The Great Kung Lao how can you NOT feel lulled to sleep safe and sound (completely rhetorical question)

-In all honestly I think your condition might start to change the most you spend around him, either you’d become totally immune to him and therefore ALL noise intervention, or start being more awake

-Would start stacking mahjong tiles on your head, tying your shoelaces together, seeing how much he could do before you woke up

-This means that if you caught him dozing off you have full permission to take his hat and run off to hide it somewhere

-Start the timer, GO! Let’s see how long it takes for him to find it this time! (It’s lodged into the ceiling) ((he will take an hour to find it))

Kuai Liang

-If you are under him in the Shirai Ryu or Lin Kuei, i imagine he would be tough on you like a mentor 

-But if not? He would find you incredibly endearing, always making sure that the places you frequently met in the compound had nearby shade or comfortable seating 

-Encourages you to rest if you are tired, if you want to stop falling asleep, he’ll offer tea

Tomas Vrbada

-Gets scared by you while walking past you since you’re so quiet

-You scared the ninja! Good on you 

-Yells, jolts you awake, then apologizes profusely and then promptly asks if you are interested in becoming a ninja under his tutelage 

Bi Han 

-As long as you stay out of his line of schedule you’re fine

-I too would be pissed if I worked the whole day only to see a sleepy lil guy 

-Yawns whenever you yawn and then yells at you for making him yawn 

[foxybouquet]

I have been reading fanfic for 30 years. Yup. I'm old. I've been reading it since same-sex romance fic was called "slash." Since before portmanteaus. Since AOL and dialup were the only options, and newsgroups were what Tumblr and Ao3 are, now.

Fanfic is so important to me. Reading about the inner and expanded lives of familiar characters that we don't get to see in their respective genres...it's so fulfilling. I've never had the gift of writing good fanfic, but I can recognize it as if there were a thing like "perfect fanfic pitch."

It was because of fanfic that my love for Copia deepened to the mad levels it is now. That I came around to enjoying the ghouls as much as I do. That I'm nearing a true addiction to Ghost lore.

And fanfic changes me and improves me. I don't find it any different than reading a book that transforms your life. I have grown, thanks to a lot of the fic I've read. I've deepened as a person, a woman and an artist. I've felt validation in my personal beliefs and morality (and immorality, heh heh).

This is all to say, thank you to the fanfic writers here who have had such a profound effect on my life. Thank you for sharing your incredible storytelling gift FOR FREE, for sweating over a plot twist here and a smutty scene there, just so we can all be distracted, moved, and transported away from this terrifying world in which we live, for a little bit. THANK YOU for all that you do, fic writers.

[icyfox17]

just some soft eepy bucktommy <3 (read on ao3)

“Will you stay?” Buck asks, staring up at Tommy where they lay on the grass. 

He hadn't been expecting to get so sleepy all of a sudden, but upon reflection it makes sense. He can't remember the last proper sleep he's gotten, even if he “has” been sleeping.

He feels like his body hasn't been relaxed enough to truly rest but… In this moment, with Tommy next to him, close enough that Buck breathes him in with every inhale, he feels secure. Tommy's presence is a balm to the anxieties that have flooded Buck's veins the past week.

Tommy tilts his head at Buck's question. His eyes sparkle in the moonlight. “What do you mean? We just got here, Evan.”

“If I fall asleep, will you be here when I wake up?” Buck asks, staring into Tommy's eyes. They'd come to stargaze, but Buck finds that Tommy's eyes are a much nicer view.

Tommy's expression does a complicated thing, eyes narrowing before softening. Buck watches the minuscule movements, tracks each time Tommy’s thoughts shift and turn. He feels exposed, feels Tommy truly see him. But as scary as it is… he finds he doesn't hate it. 

Tommy brings a hand around Buck's cheek, thumb tracing some invisible drawing on his skin. “I'm not going anywhere. No matter what happens. Not if you kick in your sleep. Not if you snore. Not if you pull a sleeping beauty and fall asleep for a thousand years.”

Buck feels his heart stutter at Tommy's words. He's not sure why it'd been such a fear of his. They came here together. It'd be weird if Tommy left without him, especially because things have been good between them lately.

Still though, the butterfly of anxiety that'd been in his chest settles at Tommy's words. Its fluttering wings slow to a calm, rhythmic beat. 

“I'll be here when you wake up. I promise.” 

Tommy's thumb pauses its movement and the moment between them seems to stretch for a hundred years. The two of them simply staring in each other's eyes. Their eyes say “I love you” in a thousand different ways. 

Finally, Buck tilts his head upward and Tommy meets him halfway, leaning down and kissing him. Lips, tongues, and breaths melding into one. 

Buck savours the taste of him, closing his eyes and engraving this memory into his mind and praying it never leaves him.

“Get some rest, babe.” Tommy says when they finally pull apart.

Buck pouts. He doesn't want to waste his precious time with Tommy, even if he is exhausted.

“The stars will be here when you wake up,” Tommy reassures him before Buck can even say anything. “And so will I.”

“I don't want you to be bored,” Buck says, feeling bad for dragging Tommy out here to stargaze just to fall asleep on him.

“As long as I have you by my side, I'm happy.” Tommy tells him and Buck doesn't hear a single waiver of doubt. 

Tommy leans forward again, this time kissing him on the forehead. “Sleep. We still have all day tomorrow.”

“You promise?” Buck asks one more time, just to be sure.

“I promise,” Tommy says and Buck believes him.

“Okay.” Buck lays his head onto Tommy's chest, settling into a more comfortable position. He listens to Tommy's heart beat, counts it like one would count sheep until he finally drifts away.

[justdrawlynn11]

A MaSm Skit: A Wish

Summary: Roxy wants a kid and she’s going to wish for it whether Sun agrees or not- but she messed up when someone interrupted her-

Roxy: “I, ROXANNE THE WOLF-”

Sun: “Roxanne PLEASE no!-”

Roxy: “WISH UPON THE CIRCUS-”

Sun: “IS THERE NO WAY TO REJECT A WISH FREDDY?!??”

Fred: “Unfortunately no-”

Roxy: “THAT SUN WOULD HAVE A BABY WITH M-”

Moon enters the Plex, and he immediately runs to attack Roxy while she’s distracted wishing about something he isn’t focused on.

Moon: “HEY GUYS!”

Moon starts slashing at Roxy with a knife.

Roxy: “M-MOON?!? AHH-”

Fred: “Your wish has been granted.”

Sun: “Wait wh-”

A small animatronic baby spawns next to Sun, it’s a small Moon model with rays and a light blue hue.

Roxy, realizing what she just wished for: “WHAT?!? NONONO-”

Moon: “Wait a second what-”

Roxy: “I MEANT TO SAY ME! ME! IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE MY BABY WITH SUN!!”

Sun: “WHY DID YOU NEED A SECOND PARENT FOR THIS?!?! YOU LITERALLY COULD’VE JUST WISHED YOU HAD A BABY-”

Moon looks to the the small animatronic, processing what just happened-

Moon: “Baby with Sun…”

Roxy: “SUN- IT’S PERFECTLY REASONABLE TO WANT A BABY AFTER THE 3RD DATE!-”

Sun: “NO IT’S NOT-”

Moon: “My baby with Sun…”

Moon slowly started approaching Sun and the baby, Roxy hit Moon with the golden blades of the late Foxford(Foxy is dead-)

Roxy: “DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH THAT BABY MOON!”

Moon: “DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO WITH MY BABY THAT YOU WISHED INTO EXISTENCE-”

As Moon and Roxy argue, Sun now has to deal with the fact he now has a baby with Moon. Fred’s just awkwardly standing there, apologetic to Sun.

Sun, instinctively holding the baby like the daycare attendant he is: “You really need to set some limitations for what Roxanne can wish for-”

Fred: “Yeahh- I’m sorry Sun. At least your new baby is cute-”

Sun: “And during Moon’s villain arc too-”

(Note: In MaSm it’s established that Sun and Moon do NOT see each other as related)