#it was fun drawing this like a fnaf jump scare

[readordiebyemilyt]

I like drawing the Professor, but it turns out drawing his unhinged hologram is fun too!

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Streamer Xiao

Xiao X GN! Reader

Little fluffy messy drabble about streamer! au Xiao (:

Word Count: 1.3k

Xiao, “X_SamuraiAdeptus_X” Twitch’s resident emo boy. (That’s what his followers call him, anyway.)

He started off as a vtuber on twitch, just to dip his toes in the shit show that is streaming. Probably had some sort of demon model, definitely the type A LOT of people simped for (think that streamer Shoto). His model was def how he got his first 1k followers.

Alas! He slowly opened up more, and eventually did a face reveal, of which went viral and trended, and then just started streaming with his real face.

He always has somewhat tousled hair with dark eyeliner. His eye’s are so captivating even through the screen!

His model is still beloved in the fandom, but now it’s a joke that he’s a slayer of demons because he “killed” the demon that possessed his channel.

Yeah, most of his followers are weirdo’s in that fun creative way.

He’s actually an artist, too, draws his own Twitch emoji’s and avatar.

He supports small artists, though, often commissioning Discord server emoji’s.

The king of vibing in a dark room with nothing but a bunch of colorful LED lights everywhere to provide light, as well as the king of streaming in the dead of night (for him, anyway). Starts his streams at 9pm most days, ends somewhere around 1am. This changes sometimes, of course, but you can clearly tell he’s some sort of night owl.

He’s always playing horror games, and absolutely did all the FNAF games in a month because he never played them when he was younger. Xiao is always looking out for his inner child that never got to do this sort of stuff.

Little shit does not get scared easily, jump scares don’t get him, but Archons when he played Phasmophobia with his streamer pals, Childe, Aether, and Venti, he was laughing his ass off at how easily scared they’d all get. Sadist.

He’s definitely regarded as one of the hottest Twitch men out there, and his discord is extremely chill. People are always on VC listening to music.

Has around 2.3 million followers!

He enjoys single player games the most like Skyrim, anything fantasy, and that’s because he’s not the most competitive person. Completely chill dude.

As Xiao’s following grows, so does his revenue from Twitch, and he tries to pay the community back after every stream by donating at least a thousand dollars to a small streamer he finds and likes. He’s more likely to donate to a vtuber, though, only because he has a soft spot for them since that was his beginning too.

Now.. Xiao is EXTREMELY reserved, people barely know anything about him. They know he’s 23, they know he likes almond tofu and tapioca pudding, they know he has a pet cat he found in a dumpster one day and named him “Dumpy” and a Parakeet, but they don’t know much else? Sure they know his Twitch friend group, and that he’s probably some ~city slicker~ (just a hunch, really), but that’s not really anything.

Yes.. that’s right.. they have no idea he has a s/o, you. (or so he thinks.)

It’s not like he’s ashamed or anything, he just sees no reason to talk about it.

Also the thought of him blubbering on about you like a love-sick fool on stream makes his face explode with a fierce blush.

But you’re so supportive! You’re literally the best!

He’s never mentioned having a s/o, but chat isn’t that dumb.

They can clearly see and hear someone walking into the room and handing him food and drinks - it’s especially noticeable during his bi-monthly 12 hr streams.

You guys actually met before he became famous, before he even hit 1k followers, you met on Twitch. You were a follower. How cheesy??

God, you joined his Discord and somehow immediately intrigued him with your goofy cute self.

Late night’s staying up on voice calls with you, just chatting about games and life.

He was very easy to get along with.. after you dug your way past that reserved exterior that is.. Such a tsundere. And sure, parasocial relationships with streamers is everyone's worst nightmare, but he was the one who confessed to you!

Aha! So you weren’t a creep for liking him!

Cue the online dating for one day because one day was how long it took for both of you to realize you live 15 minutes apart and could literally go meet up.

Brings you a lego flower because it lasts longer than a real flower <3

That was around four years ago, and he fucking grew FAST. (Thanks to becoming friends with a certain someone who’s in the top 50 most followed Twitch users).

Your sweet man who’s obsessed with parakeets.

Yeah, the parakeet and cat cuddle, his apartment is crazy.

Dumpy is usually found chilling on the couch behind him during streams, and his blue parakeet, Milk, can either be found on his shoulder, head, nuzzled against his neck, or gone (with you in the next room).

Has a redeem to kiss his pets for 10k points lolol.

Dating a streamer was definitely a challenge at first, I mean their schedules are CRAZY? He always make time for you, the light of his life, but streaming was his primary source of income, so he had to pour himself into that as well.

He gets burnt out rather quickly, so it’s not uncommon for Xiao to cancel a stream a few hours before he was supposed to go live, instead opting to worm his way into your arms on the couch and watch movies. He tends to fall asleep like this, often drooling, so watch out!

He always returns to Twitch with a pep in his step! Rarely smiles though.

His streams are actually really fun and entertaining, not too chaotic but fun enough for time to melt away so quickly. He’s usually calm and collected but FUCK he rages HARD when something goes wrong, like when a cyclops beats the shit out of him in Skyrim or a monster one-shot’s him in Monster Hunter.

I’m talking yelling at the screen, breathing heavily, but unlike most dudes who rage, he does all this while going right back at it, effectively using his anger to slay whatever beast pissed him off.

Afterwards he sighs, leans back in his chair and is like, “Ugh.. sorry..NO! I’M NOT A DEMON SLAYER STOP IT!” Aggressively drinks a juicebox.

He knows you watch him sometimes though, so he does that kpop idol heart thing with his fingers just for you <3 Granted, all the fangirls and guys go wild but yeah, it’s for you.

He also likes to cosplay, so his Instagram is filled with cosplay photos that you or Venti took of him.

He has so many side jobs- modeling (thanks a lot, Venti), selling art and merch, brand deals, he’s LOADED.

His childhood friend and small streamer, Zhongli, actually helps him manage his finances since Zhongli is a history nerd accountant.

You can expect merchandise all over your shared apartment, coolest tech pieces, so many games, literal heaven. So many cozy spots too, even has a little nook next to a wide window where he likes to read.

Yeah, he’s a book worm. Has cute reading glasses too.

He’s a weeb too.. so.. anime figurines. Nothing explicit, but yeah anime figurines. Loves those chubby little nendoroid’s!

One time before a stream, you put his hair up in a bun and he just left it.

So much fanart the next day..

You were actually the one who dragged him into playing Genshin, “I wanna play games with you!” How can he say no???

Only plays if you co-op with him, but of course his other streamer friends like Tartaglia and Scaramouche notice he’s online and join too for shits n giggles. They leave him to die to the bosses, you have to go save him haha.

Yeah. He’s a Genshin noob, but at least he has the funds to be op! He’s also a quick learner, so before long he’s got a better understanding about builds and what teams work best together than you! Pissed you off a little bit and he loves it.

After every stream, you’re usually asleep in the bedroom, so he smooches you on the cheek, crawls under the covers, hugs you close, and passes out for the next ten hours.

One time, though, he got SO tired at the end of the stream that he forgot to end the stream! He thought he did! Man got up and left!

Only found out he was still streaming when he walked into the game room loudly eating cereal the next day and saw his camera light still on and blinking.

Pictures of him with messy sleepy hair, droopy eyes, oversized sweatshirt, and knee-high kitty socks overtook the internet for three whole weeks.

He’s such a cute mess.

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I have the honor of being @arty-angel-things's secret Santa for the DCASS2022 event! I went a bit over the word minimum, but I had so much fun with this fic. It was a wonderful challenge to craft the prompt from your list of likes such as Mermaid AUs and Sun taking care of Y/N and helping them improve as a person! I did my best to incorporate several elements together and include Moon scaring Reader, of course, but nonetheless helping Y/N to become better as well!

I hope you like it!

Mayday In Paradise

FNAF Mermaid!Sun/Moon x Reader (SFW)

You can also read this fic on AO3!

Word Count: ~5,700 Warnings: Light Angst

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You have no idea what you’re doing here, but you’re supposed to have fun. At least, that’s what Vanessa expects you to do. In truth, you’re growing wearier by the second.

The beach house is flawless, and it’s all yours for 14 days. You just flew in yesterday. As gorgeous as the tropical island, white-sand shore is, which is only a hop, skip, and a jump from the back porch of the rental you’re staying in, you’re getting trapped in your thoughts. 

There’s a reason you never used your vacation days.

The company you worked for, Fazbear Entertainment, mandated that you use your vacation time by the end of the year or disciplinary action was going to be taken, as apparently, the government was breathing down their necks about their employee health and safety. When you bemoaned to Vanessa, your coworker, that you were going to be forced out of work for two weeks, she agreed, much to your dismay, that you needed the time off. She’s the one who suggested spending your Christmas somewhere down south where the weather is always warm and mild and the crystal clear, salt water is a mere stroll away. 

“You need to do something nice for yourself,” she had said, smiling as you both hunched over her laptop during your lunch break, staring at house rentals and exotic locations.

You kneel on the edge of the wet sand, just where the tide laps up gently and brushes against your knees. The late morning sun is already blazing down on your shoulders where you had rubbed a great deal of sunscreen on as you really haven’t spent a great deal of time outside and fear how sensitive your skin will be. A tank top and shorts are proper beach attire, you think. You wear a nice little sunhat, too. Gazing out over the ocean, you touch the small canoe sitting on the shore. The boat was in the small shed tucked beside the garage of the rental, and the renter said everything was for your use, at your pleasure. Paddling around in the water is something fun, right? 

It should be, but the longer you stay still, the more you drop into darker thoughts of leaving this beautiful place where time doesn’t grit between your teeth and the air is light and salty and you think you might enjoy yourself here.

You don’t want to get attached. You can’t. This isn’t your life. You have to go back to your empty apartment and wake up early in the cold to make it to work on time so you can talk to your only friend, Vanessa, and rinse and repeat until…

Until you die.

What a life you lead.

You groan quietly and bow your head, covering your face and incidentally brushing wet sand on your forehead. You don’t like to think and ponder about how pathetic your existence is. If you disappeared, only Vanessa would notice, but even then, you suspect she’ll move on because she has friends and family, and you are hardly a second thought, if that, in people’s lives.

This is why you keep up with the daily grind. This is why you work yourself to the bone so that when you go to bed at night, you have no choice but to sleep and not dwell on what is hopeless.

A bird chirps somewhere off in the palm trees, drawing you out of your internal collapse and allowing you to breathe in deeply. The waves gently wash up on shore. The horizon is endless and blue. What are you doing? You need to try to make the most of this before it ends and you’ve wasted it like you tend to waste other things.

Taking a hold of the canoe, you push it into the water, grunting with effort until it buoys. Your feet slip into the ocean. The warm, even temperature soaks your legs. Oh. You should probably get a life jacket on, but when you look back to shore and the empty beach house you’re going to sleep in for 13 more nights, you decide that you know how to swim. Not well, but you know how to. Climbing inside the little boat and setting off, you pick up the paddle laying at the bottom and begin heavy, slow strokes to sail through the small, peaceful slice of this paradise you’re intruding upon. 

A peaceful rhythm begins as you paddle. The ocean is surreal—a rich teal color, sometimes cyan blue where it’s really shallow. You do your best to stay clear of a sandbar. 

Something flashes just underneath the surface a little ways off from your canoe, a fin of some kind of fish. You can hardly see through the glare of the light reflecting off of the still surface, but then there’s another small splash—something frilled and yellow—but gone the next moment. Leaning forward, almost over the edge of the boat, you strain to pick up whatever was just underneath the surface.

A small bump and a loud scrap hit below the canoe. Your paddle hits something hard, not sand, but something unforgiving. Quickly, you push back and free the boat from whatever it hit, hoping with a cringe that it didn't scratch the paint on the canoe. You should have paid attention to where you’re going. The sandbar stretches a little longer than you had thought and you push around it to head further out to sea.

You paddle farther away, until the shore and the beach house blur into a thin line in the distance. Isolation is easy to find when the surface is calm. You inhale, and your chest feels much lighter than it had been earlier. The gloom that had clouded over your head slowly breaks apart and dissipates.

For a wild, frantic moment, you want to sail over the horizon and never come back. That mystical, other side would take you far away from the mundane and the trite, where you don’t feel so empty and worthless. You paddle harder. The minutes slip by, the heat soaks into your skin as you sweat slightly, and the shade offered by your sunhat barely keeps you cool. 

Breathlessly, you stop. You’re farther away from shore, but no closer to where the sky meets the water. Laying the paddle down over your legs, you look across the ocean, as if it cares you're here, as if you’re even one ripple in its vastness. Your heart aches.

You wiggle your toes against the sensation of water. Though it’s warm, it’s cooler than the sun beating down on you.

Wait a minute.

You jerk your head down to find a steadily rising level of ocean seeping into the bottom of the canoe. Freezing in place, you stare as it slips higher, reaching your ankle. Then reality hits you as the canoe sinks deeper into the ocean, far more than it should.

Slowly, knowing that you’re not going to like what you see, you turn back to find shore a very, very long distance away. You’re far. Way too far for someone in just a canoe, not to mention one taking on water. 

Uh oh.

You jump to your feet but almost fall overboard as the canoe titters dangerously. The paddle slips from your lap and lands into the wet bottom. Searching frantically, you drag your hands through the leaking canoe and rake your palms over every side, hoping for something, anything, to aid in dealing with this mess. You come up empty, though you do find a small, worn hole in the front of the canoe. Flashing back to that horrible scrap on the sandbar, you realize that this is your fault.

You didn’t bring anything with you—not a life vest, and your mouth grows drier by the second as you stand helplessly in the unstable boat as the surface level climbs up your shins.

You idiot. You stupid idiot.

In a last-ditch effort, you rip the paddle out of the water as the canoe begins to tip in the back, sinking dangerously further into the ocean, and paddle frantically. The boat is slow, struggling to move with the added load. Every shove you give is heavier than the last. There is no more buoyancy.

You drop the paddle and it slips overboard while you scramble forward, away from the devouring wave that’s starting to rush against your thighs. Panic sends your pulse upwards as you cling to the tip of the canoe as it angles slightly higher and the end sinks deeper. In the corner of your vision, something flashes through the water, red and swift. 

Oh no. No, no, no. Was that a shark? They’re in these waters, you know they are, and you grow sick at the thought of being torn apart by layers of sharp teeth. Fear bleeds into you, sending your heart racing as you hold tight to the bow of your quickly sinking vessel.

Somehow, you didn’t see yourself becoming food for whatever native animals roam the waters around your vacation getaway. That’s so sad, honestly. You make a strangled noise, like a laugh that wants to be sob, but you can’t help it as terror takes hold. Vanessa might feel bad about suggesting you go here, but it’s not her fault. It’s your fault. If you weren’t so pathetic and lonely and just, not you, you wouldn’t be here, sinking.

The water crashes against your hips. Half of the canoe is submerged, tilting to a sharper degree as you whimper and look back to the thin line on the horizon that’s supposed to be land. You mentally balk. You have to swim. You don’t know how but you have to try and make it back to shore with whatever you just saw in the water.

The sinking feeling in your middle matches the finality of the canoe.

You close your eyes and inhale sharply, internally bracing yourself. Before you can unhook your hands from around the bow, something splashes close beside you.

When you open your eyes, looking over the end of the canoe, you’re met with an aqua-blue gaze, the color almost disappearing into the liquid hue lapping at the creature’s face. Bright yellow frills adorn his head in a way that reminds you of the rays that beam off of the sun.

You gasp as he blinks, then rises higher above the surface, revealing a grinning jaw full of razor-sharp teeth. The strange fish’s round and flat face tilt, the pale yellow color of its scales running down a slender neck adorned with red fins like a ruffle collar. Your arms lock around the canoe as you stare back. He slowly opens his deadly mouth; your mind screams at you to get away.

“You look like you’re in trouble, friend,” the fish cheerfully remarks.

You sputter, blinking rapidly, before registering that the water is overtaking the last of your precious floatation device. Scrambling, you furiously crawl on top of the very edge of the canoe before it, too, sinks.

“Get away!” you shriek, wishing you still had your paddle. You could have used it to wack that, that—whatever it is, back!

The fish-man thing slips away slightly, concerned but cringing at your piercing volume. He levels a soft gaze on you amid your fumbling panic. 

Officially, the boat falls entirely underwater. You’re standing up, but your platform is taking you deeper. With no other choice, you kick off of it as much as you can to get a small leap through the water and away from that thing that’s smiling with way too many teeth.

You sputter as salt and liquid hit your face. Struggling, you kick and push your arms, splashing wildly. The fact that you’re a weak swimmer only pushes your frantic movements harder, and then something snags your foot, sharp points digging into your skin. You barely have a moment to inhale before something drags you under.

Through the burn of salt, you look down as your heart climbs into your throat. Glowing red eyes stare up at you from where the depth darkens the water and reveals another fish-man. A dark blue hand is wrapped around your ankle. This one is silvery and dark in the face, like a crescent moon hanging in the night sky. He bears a smile no less wide than the other one, and somehow, even sharper as he holds you in place just below the surface. Instead of frills, it has a thick, midnight blue appendage that reminds you of a nightcap trailing off of the back of his head, ending with a small, glowing bulb, much like an angler fish’s lure. His body is long and sleek, a darker color but his tail is dotted with designs in his scales, like stars. The sharp tips of his fins remind you of a shark.

A breath escapes you in a scream, swallowed by the sea in a burst of bubbles. You start thrashing wildly. The creature hisses and snatches your other ankle before pulling you deeper. You’re whipped downwards, forced to confront his terrifying grin. You freeze. The fish man looms in the water above you as his grip shifts to grab you tightly by the waist, reminding you how incredibly small and useless you are in the water. Red eyes paralyze you.

“Stop it,” he warns in a low, whispery voice, carried seamlessly through the water. “Be good, or else.”

Your wide gaze stings from the salt but you can’t look away, waiting for the creature to decide that it’s already reached ‘or else’ and take a bite out of you. A fire begins eating up your lungs. There is no more air left in you and the ocean is becoming darker by the moment.

Arms wrap around you, underneath your armpits, from behind. You jolt as your back is pulled flushed against a solid chest. The moon face creature narrows his eyes, irritated as if the fun was cut short.

“Moon, the poor thing needs air,” reminds a buoyant, chasting voice behind you before the other one releases your waist. In one flip of a tail, the yellow fish man lifts you to the surface.

Your head breaks through the water and you inhale sharply, choking several times before settling enough to register that a mysterious sea monster is still, very much, holding you tightly around your chest. Large hands, pale yellow, and arms lined with small red flowing fins on the outside that stop at the elbow, lower to your waist. Claws dig slightly into the fabric of your tank top.

Deeply breathing, you press your hands over the arms holding you in place above the water and sputter, “Don’t eat me!”

“Oh, we’re not going to eat you!” the voice behind you chimes pleasantly. “We’re not hungry.”

You tense. Panic flows once more through your veins but you’re distracted by the other fish man—merman, that’s the word you’ve been looking for—sliding up in front of you. He doesn’t break entirely through the surface, his mouth hidden beneath the slow ripples you’ve thrown out in your half-halted squirming. His red eyes bore into you, predator-like. You stiffen.

“Let me go,” you say quietly as you attempt to pry the sunny merman’s arms off of you, “Right now.”

“And let you sink again?” the merman behind you clicks his tongue disapprovingly. The dark blue one grabs your wrists with a small splash, forcing you to stop. Not that you actually got the yellow, scaly arms to budge. “Friend, you don’t seem to understand the danger you’re in.”

No, you’re well aware of the fact that two mystical and terrifying mermen are holding you captive right now, and that at their leisure, they could drag you under to drown or start tearing you apart. The water is dangerous because you are in it with them.

The blue merman rises higher out of the water, and immediately, you’re trapped in his shadow. His teeth flash in the light. When he tilts his face, the thing at the back of his head drapes over his shoulder.

“You think you can make it that far?” amusement fills his rasp.

You whimper as he slowly flexes his grip around your wrists before easing up slightly. You kick out once and hit something solid that you can barely make out in the water, something yellow and red striped that then jerks slightly. You’re pretty sure you hit the one holding you. Your thought is confirmed when the arms around your waist tighten.

“Be nice,” the yellow one’s voice lowers, becoming slightly darker, and you don’t miss the warning. His tone alone freezes you in place. “You need to mind your manners so we can keep helping you.”

“Help… me?” you breathe out. You tug on the silver and dark face merman’s grip, but he doesn’t budge.

“Get back to shore,” he says, his starry ‘hat’ glistening wet.

You glance momentarily around, back at the sun-like merman and back to the more moon-esque one.

“Why?” The word slips out of your mouth before you consider, maybe, not questioning the two sea creatures holding your life in their hands, and thus causing them to change their minds.

Two pairs of eyes, one red, one blue, fall on you. It’s very hard to swallow suddenly.

“You looked like you were having a bad day, friend,” the sunny one says simply. “There’s no need to let it get any worse!”

“We’re not hungry,” the moon fish says, echoing the sunny one’s words from earlier. Your face falls in horror before he snickers. You grow still as he turns over your hands and works your fingers open, unfurling your fists. Is he messing with you? Does he find it funny to scare you? You can only stare and wonder as he slides his hands over your palm to loosen the tension in the lines.

“O-okay.” Your fingers tremble until he finally releases your hands. In a smooth descent, he sinks below the water, red eyes still watching, ominously close.

“That’s much better, sunshine. Hold on, it’s a long way for you,” the one behind you says, very closely, and you glance over your shoulder to see his ever-sharp smile grow in excitement.

“Wait!” A spark of anxiety hits your chest, fearing the merman holding you is about to go under, too, but your outburst is silenced as he hikes you up, pulling you tighter against his chest as he falls onto his back. Water splashes over your arms and your legs. A small noise of fright escapes your throat before you inhale sharply, holding the precious air in your lungs. You flail for half a moment before registering the stern but gentle reprimand from the yellow merman. Holding still, you’re acutely aware of the water lapping at the edges of your body as he swims steadily with flicks of his tail, keeping you above the surface. The sky overhead is a perfect, crystal blue.

Tentatively, you exhale. A blazing heat not due to the sun setting over your face. It’s strange and almost intimate how he holds you so securely to him, and it immediately reminds you of those cute videos of mother otters holding their young on their bellies. Except, it’s you, and you’re clutched by a merman. 

You’re lying on top of his body. When you glance down, you realize his tail is brightly striped in scarlet and yellow, with flowing, translucent red fins outlining his sides and expanding into a beautiful, full tailfin of the same colors.

“Stay right there. Don’t move, friend! It’s so much easier when you listen to us, isn’t it?” he hums encouragingly.

Slowly, slowly, you give in to this wild turn of events with a stark air of incredulousness. Your head reclines against a bony ridge on the merman—a slender collarbone, you think. Underneath your feet, the rhythmic motions of a tail working through the water become a familiar motion.

“You’re really taking me back to shore?” you ask dumbly. You're not even sure if you’re still alive or maybe this is an odd dream, something your sun-fried brain cooked up to give you a boost of serotonin, but that doesn’t fit right either. You can’t remember the last time you had a pleasant dream.

The merman’s short chuckle rumbles underneath your back. 

“Yes,” the arms around you press a little tighter, “and I must insist that whatever destination you had in mind out on the ocean wait until you learn to not sink your boat.”

“I didn’t have a destination,” you mumble, embarrassed at his slight jab at your obvious mistake. Quietly, you berate yourself for your foolishness.

“You looked very determined to get somewhere , friend,” he says, voice lowering slightly as if pondering the idea of you lying to him.

Were he and the other one watching you from underneath the water? You guess that’s possible, but that doesn’t explain why he’d care to. You’re nothing special. The only eye-catching skill you’ve flaunted so far is being hilariously bad at being aware of your surroundings until it’s too late.

His claws dig deeper into your sides and you realize he’s expecting an answer, one you scramble for before blurting out, “I was getting away!”

“Away?” You can hear the frown in his voice, but you can’t picture his grinning maw turning upside down, so you try to peek up at him. “Away from what?”

You only manage to get a look past his shoulder into the water. The glimpse reveals a dark shape keeping up with the sunny merman’s steady swim, glowing faintly with a yellow hue in small patches. Looking back to the sky, you desperately hope the moon merman doesn’t get hungry anytime soon. You cling a little tighter to the arms holding you above water.

“I don’t know,” you confess. It’s a pathetic answer, and you know it wouldn’t be accepted by anyone, much less a merman who’s the only thing keeping you from a watery grave. You feel a small brush of something wet and solid on the top of your head—one of the yellow frills, maybe, framing his head.

The small motion unlocks your mouth with a watery key of fear, and you gush, “I don’t want to be here! But I don’t want to go back to my empty apartment and I don’t want to go back to work but it doesn’t matter where I go because it’s always me. I can’t get away from me and my stupid face and the stupid things I do!”

You exhale and your chest is tight, crushing your lungs. One hand lifts from around your middle, and you start. The claw digits take a hold of your chin and push your head up, up, until your eyes are tilting all the way back and you behold the merman sitting up slightly from the water, his face upside down in your vision.

“Be nice,” he warns softly. Water drips off of his fins as his aqua-blue eyes emphasize his point.

You can’t gulp at the angle you're pushed in, but when he lets go of your jaw, resuming his hold on your torso, you swallow dryly. 

“I… I wasn’t being mean to you,” you give meekly. You immediately cringe, and desperately wish you would have just left it be.

“Be nice to yourself,” he soothes. Another brush of something wet and slippery against your hair gives you pause like he’s pressing his cheek against the crown of your head. This time, salt water trails down the side of your face before the touch lifts away. The merman flicks his tail once more with you in his arms.

Oh.

You turn your head to the side. Gazing out across the teal ocean, you pretend to not notice the dark shadow following just below you and the merman. You’re not sure what all of this means—if there’s some grand point, but it feels better. Not great, not peachy, but you’re definitely not thinking about what you were thinking about this morning.

That's a slight improvement. If only you could confirm whether or not the scary sea creatures were going to eat you or not. That would be the final factor in determining how well you’re doing right about now.

By the time your skin starts to burn since the sunscreen has long since washed away, the merman, who you’ve started mentally referring to as Sun, if only because he called the other one Moon, slows down gradually. You tense. The water is shallow here, the sand just a few feet below the crystal teal water, but you’re not ready to believe that it’s as simple as the merman said. 

Claws around your middle flex as he gently says, “The shore is right here, sunshine.”

You’re not sure why he’s calling you that, or how it can cause so many flutters in your stomach, but slowly, he slides you off of him. You start to scramble for a handhold, fearing that even at this depth, which you’re not even sure you can touch the bottom, the mermen could drown you or easily enjoy a human meal. Quickly, before your panic can increase tenfold, you’re eased into another pair of arms. These are deep blue and silver, and you immediately cling to the wet shoulders of the other merman. Moon. 

You look up and immediately suck in a quick breath at his sharp smile. He cranks his neck down, eyeing you closely before his red gaze narrows. Half a sensible thought reminds you to not struggle despite how hard your heart pounds. He might still eat you.

“Land,” he says in his low, whispery tone. Turning your head slowly, you find the white-sand shore and your beach house, sitting patiently. It’s only a few strokes away. Gradually, you turn to face him again, hyper-aware of his intense grip on your waist. The water laps at your neck but he’s all that keeps you afloat, and you still hold desperately to his frame. 

The other one, Sun, sweeps around you. The smooth sensation of flourishing fins brushes against your calf as he eases to your side. Moon shifts slightly, angling you enough that they both face you. Your eyes dart between the mermen. Parched, and struggling with a dry mouth, you swallow roughly. Two pairs of magical and impossible eyes watch you. The ocean ripples with all three of you floating close together.

“Thank you,” you speak carefully as Sun had warned you before to mind your manners. “Thank you both for helping me.”

“You're welcome,” they speak in unison, one chipper and one low but not so spooky. Softer, even.

“Can I…” you hesitate as Moon’s hands dig slightly into your hips, but you’re not sure what else can be done. Either they eat you, or they let you go. Your heart skips a beat. “Can I swim to shore, now?”

The sea creatures share a glance, teeth always bared in a sharp grin, but the yellow one looks a tad discontent, unsatisfied. Nodding his head silently, the blue merman seems to be answering an unspoken question between them, but you’re not sure what. Are they agreeing to take a bite out of you? Your hands clench on Moon’s slick shoulders. Anxiety spikes in your pulse.

“Of course,” Sun says, tilting his head and dripping salt water off of his frills, “but first, what’s your name?”

You stare for a few moments too long. It would be considered rude if you weren’t certain your jaw was slack and your eyes wide in disbelief. At least, they appear to believe your genuineness. Sun’s eyes crinkle with worry and Moon parts his jaws slightly, revealing just how deadly the entirety of his mouth is.

“Your name,” Moon repeats tersely. 

It sputters out of your mouth. The fact that it’s yours and they want to know it causes you to flinch internally. It’s nothing. It’s just your name.

The flow of water being pushed below gives away how Sun flicks his fins, pleased. Moon tilts his head as if chewing on the letters before deciding it’s good enough. You look to Sun, still wondering if the heat has baked your brain or if maybe this is a weird version of heaven or hell. His aqua-blue gaze softens.

He lifts a hand, claws dripping wet. You start to lean back but Moon’s grip tightens and you’re held in place as the yellow merman brushes a wet strand of hair away from your face, over your forehead.

“Let’s not repeat this little accident,” he says, the rebuke clear in his tone but he chuckles lightly.

“A-alright.” You nod once.

Moon pulls you close and your foot brushes against a sleek fin far below. His tail. He bares his teeth but mirth glows in the crimson of his gaze.

“Be good.” His hands rise from your side and cup your face. Firmly confined, you quickly grab tight to his wrists as he stares directly into you, not through you, but straight into your core. As if he refuses to let you not be aware of his intensity.

“I-I will,” you promise weakly.

“No,” he murmurs and taps a claw against your bottom lip. “ Be good .”

You glance down reflectively, but you can’t see much but the sensation of wet, sleek palms holding you above water.

“To you?” you try in your confusion.

“To you .” He emphasizes and taps once more, this time dropping to your chin. You resist the urge to lick your lips, well aware of how salty and dry they will taste.

Oh. Oh.

Maybe the world has gone mad. Maybe you’ve finally snapped and this is what fantasy your mind has driven you to.

You still don’t have an answer as Moon starts to push you backward. The water flows gently around you as Sun easily keeps with the leisure speed as if they’re both dragging out this time. You flick your eyes between them, then the first brush of sand hits the back of your heel, and you jerk slightly. Moon begins to release you, but you panic. 

This—whatever this is, is about to end. This bizarre and mystical encounter with creatures that should not exist. How can you return to the mundane now? It’s as if you’ve been kept in the dark and have finally emerged into the world, only to be blinded by the light. 

You don’t even know what they call themselves!

You let go of one of Moon’s wrists to snag Sun’s arm, touching the red fins floating off of his limb, who startles. Moon eyes flash in surprise and then something unreadable as you cling to him tightly.

“What are your names?” you gasp, barely standing on your tiptoes and keeping your mouth and nose from falling under. Without Moon’s support, you’re only just keeping your head above the surface.

They both stare at you. It would be all too easy for them to break your grip or even drag you under and back out to sea to drown, but they stay, watching your desperate attempts to keep them long enough to give them proper names.

“Moon,” he says, just as the yellow merman called him. He twists out of your grasp but snatches your wrist before your mouth falls under, relieving you of your pathetic struggle as he easily supports you.

“I’m Sun,” the other one gives gently—just as you thought! He, too, frees himself of your distress-fueled hold and instead pulls you closer, cupping your elbow so that you’re lifted on both sides, floating between the two. “You should rest away from the water for a while, sunshine”

“Okay, okay,” you breathe out. There are a million more things you want to ask but they push you backward until your feet scrap against the sand. They slip back, fins flicking underneath the surface. Their touch leaves you, and quickly, you become cold. 

Moon ducks slightly, his mouth sinking below the waterline but his glowing red eyes stay on you as you quickly work your way backward. Until, finally, you’re standing in waist-deep water. Floating higher in the water, Sun watches you. He tilts his head, eyes upturned with quiet amusement as you trip over your own feet. Splashing, you catch yourself, surprisingly. You look back and the pair have drifted deeper, though you stay in the shallows, fingers clenching and grasping.

Moon sinks under first, then Sun, but you swear you can feel eyes on you as you stare out over the ocean. The heat of the day tilts. Orange begins burning at the edge of the horizon. You’re in desperate need of a drink and need to lie down. 

Be good.

You pull yourself out of the ocean and stumble onto the shore, dragging your feet. Exhaustion slams into you as adrenaline and the need to survive wane. Something cold is left in its wake.

What did you stumble upon? Or rather, what did you sink into? You’re not that lucky to suddenly be confronted by magical creatures, much less helpful ones—even if they are very, very intimidating. Why your name? Why did they ask about your name? Why do they care to know? You’re no one. You don’t think anyone would have noticed you had drowned except for Vanessa, and even then—

Be nice.

You look back out over the water. A chill rolls over your skin and you hug yourself, realizing your sunhat is long gone. It must have gone under with the boat amid your panic.

Okay. Okay.

You slowly take yourself to the back porch of your beach house and wonder, how exactly, you’re meant to exist with the knowledge that mermen exist. Maybe if you could see them again, you could discover a way to cope with this new reality.

A soft blossom of warmth fills your chest.

Be good. Be nice.

You’ll do just that.

[kidge-planet]

Video game night

Hello hello!! I wrote this fic for @justmultifandom ! A while ago, she shared an headcanon of Pidge and Keith playing fnaf together and then did a drawing of them going to the fnaf movie! I asked her if I could write something about it! She accepted but that was a few month ago so yeah, I took my time for that one too... but anyways, I still hope you like it!!!!!

Keith was always on missions with the Blade of Marmora, but no matter how busy he was, he always found time to contact her, to visit her when he could.

It all began with nightly calls. They would chat briefly before saying goodnight. As time went on, their calls grew longer, and they even started leaving the line open as they slept. Then, Keith had an idea. He wanted to spend more time with her, to share something beyond their nightly conversations. That's when they started playing online games together.

However, Keith knew that online interactions could never replace real-life moments. So, once Keith finally returned to Earth, they immediately planned a video game night at Pidge's apartment. She had everything prepared: snacks, blankets, and, most importantly, an array of video games.

Keith's arrival was eagerly anticipated, and finally, he was at her doorstep. With a warm smile, Pidge ushered him inside.

"Welcome to game night! I've got a bunch of games lined up," Pidge announced as she led him into her cozy living room. She had set up a gaming console and a screen, with controllers ready for action.

"You got everything ready," Keith said, impressed as he looked around the room.

Pidge grinned. "You know me. Always prepared." She handed him a controller. "Let's start with something fun, but it might be a bit different from your usual games. Ever heard of Five Nights at Freddy's?"

Keith shook his head. "No, what's that?"

Pidge couldn't hide her mischievous smile. "Oh, it's just a game where you're the security guard at a haunted pizzeria. You've got to make sure the animatronic characters don't get to you. Easy, right?"

Keith nodded, intrigued. "Sounds interesting. Let's do it."

They played through a few nights, and Keith was engrossed in the game, taking his role seriously. Unbeknownst to him, Five Nights at Freddy's was infamous for its jump scares. The tension built, and suddenly, an animatronic creature lunged at the screen with a blood-curdling scream. Keith nearly jumped out of his seat, and Pidge couldn't contain her laughter.

"WHAT THE- You didn't tell me about the jumpscares!" Keith protested, slightly embarrassed.

Pidge giggled. "That's the best part! Don't worry; it gets less scary as you go on."

Keith rolled his eyes but couldn't help smiling. "Alright, let's play something else."

They switched to more lighthearted games, from Minecraft to Rayman, Mario Kart to LittleBigPlanet. As they played, Keith couldn't help but sneak glances at her. She had changed, grown up, but was still the same Pidge he had known. Still as pretty and adorable as ever, but she was older now, and so was he. A slight blush colored his cheeks, a reaction he couldn't control.

At some point, Pidge leaned against him and dozed off. Keith smiled at the sight, something so typical of her. He carefully repositioned her on the couch to make her more comfortable, then gently kissed her forehead. It was a simple, tender gesture, a reflection of the strong connection they shared.

Their video game nights became a cherished tradition, and they continued to spend quality time together. They even made plans to go see the FNAF movie together in cosplay, a suggestion that Pidge had to plead for, but Keith eventually agreed with a reluctant smile. The bond between them only grew stronger as they navigated the challenges of both the virtual and real worlds.

[ask-roxanne-wolf]

Hey everyone, it’s been a while. I wanted to say, I need a long break from this blog. I’m completely burnt out from Security Breach and drawing the characters, I have been for a while.

I also want to say, it was a mistake to have a long story for this blog. I do not have the will power to do long stories as much as I like them. I like making slice of life more, making characters do dumb things and throw them into situations. I always enjoyed doing that more.

I always originally wanted to follow how the game plays out, but since this blog started posting before the game and character personalities were not revealed, I gave the characters personalities I thought suited them. Then the game came out and I saw how different my versions (more specifically Roxy, Monty, and Freddy. They were the most different) were than the originals. With such different personalities, I didn’t think the story in the game would fit, so I changed it.

Another mistake was posting daily. If I took too long of a break, the algorithm would kill interactions on any new post I made when I came back. I was in my final year of high school when this started and I would spend my time in homeroom drawing responses and I would whip them out fast. I could get 2-4 responses done and get them scheduled to post the following days.

All of this was a recipe for burnout. I was honestly hesitant to start this blog as this was the exact thing I was scared of happening. I’ve been into FNAF since it came out, it’s a big part of my childhood. It’s something I’ve become off and on with until Security Breach came along.

I will not abandon the blog, I want to get back to having fun interactions with the characters. However I can’t do that right away as I’m close to midway through the story I wanted to tell and I feel I’m too far into the story to randomly jump. It wouldn’t make sense. So, the plan is for me to work on responses for the remaining asks in my inbox and get them posted. Then I will work on the story at my own pace. Once that’s all done and posted, I will return to doing silly asks from where the story ends up.

That’s what I have for a plan. This will definitely take time and I’m not sure if people will retain interest for that long, but I will post regardless. I will be inactive on this account for this time. This also includes the mod blog. I will not be active on there either.

Thanks for reading and thanks for understanding.

I will see you rockstars later!

[brennusreblogs]

Brennus’ personal thoughts on the FNAF Movie

For those going into the movie for the first time: don't expect it to all be super serious

⚠️SPOILERS AHEAD⚠️

Overall, I think it's a fun movie. It's what I expected from a 15+ fnaf movie. Did I wish it could have been more brutal? Yeah, but I'm ok with the product as it currently stands.

Visually wise this movie is incredible from the animatronics themselves to the set. Absolutely great. Jim Henson’s Creature Shop, my beloved, you have brought the robots to life perfectly <3

My smallest visual gripe was for one of the kid jump scares in Mike’s dream where the kid’s eyes turn and cry black. You could tell it was like a face paint. It's a real child actor so maybe they couldn't get them to wear ‘better’ makeup but then again special effects could have been used the improve it, idk. I'm not a filmmaker I'm just a silly skeleton that draws.

One of the least believable kills was the one where Freddy bit a woman in two. That was really cartoony to me, I did giggle.

My biggest criticism of the movie is probably the story. But the more I think about possible “improvements” I think to myself… what else could they have done for a script for a fnaf movie? They need to balance a combo of digestible info to new viewers but also satisfy fans. I personally think they managed to cater more to the fans as seen with rotten tomato ratings. But I did watch this with my mother who only knows the story based on what my brother rambles about and she managed the understand the movie alright. However I don't know any opinion on the film from an individual who knows nothing of the franchise.

I personally really enjoyed the atmosphere in the first part of the movie. It was depressing and oppressive to watch Mike struggle through life. But that seems to change as the movie seems to shifts in tone when we discover the animatronics are nice to his sister Abby. I at first really didn't like this but seconds later I got swooped up by the wholesomeness. I was scared that doing this would remove the intimidation factor the animatronic built up during the run time. It did. But I think I understand the purpose of doing this. I still don't think it was a good idea but I think I know what the movie makers were trying to do.

They were trying to shift the villainy focus from the robots to Afton. Trying to say “Hey look they are on the good guy's side” even though they shift on a dime when they decide to kidnap Abby. We also see them brutally hunt down a group of thieves so the whole “look how cute they are being <3” is somewhat unbelievable. I see what they likely tried to do but I don't think it worked super wonderfully.

I like the foxy arcade machine reference. I don't remember if this is a scene in a Fazbear Frights or the Silver Eyes book. But in a book foxy in hunting an AFAB character through an arcade area, in the book he breaks the machines as he gets closer to his victim to build tension. I think that's what that scene with Foxy and Abby in the arcade was in reference to. Though he didn't break the arcade machines in the movie, I thought that added a lot to the original scene. However it's understandable because the robots in this depiction seem to like to keep the pizzeria intact.

Also I saw that theif who got killed by Chica was wearing a midnight motorist shirt, I see you.

Everyone expected the William Afton reveal. What I didn't expect was for VANNESSA to be AFTON’S DAUGHTER. It felt like a very less serious “I am your father” moment, except it's a “he is my father” moment. I did giggle when the reveal happened. For me, this was a signifier that the movie wasn't trying to be serious. The movie is trying to be fun.

Though with that twist it made me wonder what it was like for Vannessa to live with a father like Afton. That's when I wished they did more with her, that's when she got interesting to me. As the movie makes it seem Afton holds a lot of emotional power over her. She knows he is a killer, she is a cop, yet she doesn't report him or arrest him herself. Her standing up to Afton at the end really feels like an abuse victim standing up against their abuser and I kinda wish they made that so much more impactful.

[saltydoesstuff]

Hhhh I keep falling asleep- I clocked out twice after seeing the fnaf movie and it is now nearly 11 pm

But overall, I thought the movie was pretty cool! How things were does make me curious on how the future movies will be like (Vanessa being Afton's daughter, seemingly no bite of 83 and a Baby prototype?), but I'm sure it'll work out! It's an interesting turn for sure. The fact that the kids couldn't really remember what happened to them, so referred to the drawings on the wall to determine what was true was cool- but also kind of sad in terms of how long they thought their killer was their friend.

The easter eggs were really fun as well! Matpat working as a waiter, a Sparky the dog costume in the parts and service room, the Balloon Boy jump scares (Those scared me the most out of everything in the movie), and Fnaf 1 song and the Puppets music box at the end during credits. You can tell that details really mattered to the team, and so those who have been in the fandom can still get a treat for things you would have to be in the known for to understand.

I think my only gripe with the movie was the springlock scene. I know canonically Afton's death in the springlock suit would be silent since his vocal cords would have been severed before he even had the chance to scream, but that was not what happened in the movie. His throat was completely untouched when the springlocks went off, he didn't even have the head on when it happened. Yet he wasn't screaming in pain like you hear in the fan made audios where he was fully dressed in the suit (a bit messed up to be disappointed about not it being as gruesome of a death I know but shhh). We only saw it digging into his ribs, he had time to lean down and pick up the head- say his iconic "I always come back" with little strain and put the head on before being dragged away by the animatronics to be locked away.

But despite that I would really recommend watching the movie if you can! It may not be true to the game lore, but at least I think it was still a good story

[tr4sh-u]

I'm bored so time to talk about fnafhs and my au again ooooooo

So, the villains, boy do i have a love hate relationship with them in the series, eak is neat although i feel like his whole mexican deal is kinda stereotypical sometimes (not my place to judge as i'm argentinian), towntrap i have mixed opinions bc yeah i really like his character but i also can't stand his ass sometimes, cami i fucking hate her i do not hold a single bit of love same with owynn that bitch has me pissed for no damn reason, i love quirky characters but this bitch has no respect from me i only see him as a fucking joke, if i were freddy i would've dressed as a magical girl and beaten owynn to death with a stick while screaming in the name of friendship. GOD DOES OWYNN AND CAMI MAKE MY BLOOD BOIL.

Rant off now i'll talk about what i'm planning them to be in the au

So i decided to actually make the villains characters from like the actual games and lore because like the fact the villains in fnafhs are completely made up and not even inspired by the actual villains in fnaf makes me mad. (although yeah a good chunk of the bad guys from fnaf where shown way later so i do give that)

Towntrap (and springtrap too because yeah): ok so with t-trap and springtrap i decided to make their whole deal more defined. T-trap in this au is no longer just an oc from the series, in this au he's going to be plushtrap, which means that yeah, in this au towntrap is a child while all the others are teens, which tbh it's kinda interesting as i could pull the found family trope somehow.

Springtrap in this au is t-trap's older brother and excluding the actual leader of the villains (i'll talk about him later) he's like the oldest, since he's 17 and in senior year of highschool. He likes building robots and he's introverted, he's pretty grumpy, but behind that facade he built there's a depressed, anxious teen who's unhappy with his life and just wants to be noticed by the world.

Springtrap used to be best friends with golden back when they were both really young but they were forcefully separated due to a strong rivalry spring's mom had with golden's parents. Spring after that incident always still tried to act like a rival or enemy to golden but golden never understood and just saw it as him playing or joking. Basically springtrap would try bullying golden by calling him a homo and golden would respond "but spring, you've been through my house" thinking spring called him homeless.

Cami (ignore i jumped eak, i just still don't know what to do with him):

With Cami i tried turning her into something i would actually love and also making her more inspired by vanny, hence why i called her Vanilla (nickname is vani).

She actually sort of has a design, unlike the others, here are some pictures

Also she actually has a bunny hat, like you know, those that can move their ears and stuff.

She's this strange girl who although introverted has somehow managed to have friends. Vanilla is a strange girl in the sense that she likes stalking students and her classmates, likes collecting bones from animals and is really obsessed with true crime, paranormal content and witchy stuff too. Her hobbies are programming and drawing, and she's a part of the villains just because she finds it fun, exciting and amusing being able to bother student's who just want to build a music band. Springtrap is scared of vani because she never explained how she managed to get so many animal bones from the forest.

Owynn

With owynn is where the wackyness actually begins since i decided that to actually like him way more his redesign and story would be hella inspired by glitchtrap.

So, since glichtrap is hella tied to electronics and games since he's a literal glitch, i decided that owynn in this au isn't even human, but a computer virus that infects the school computers. This virus was caused accidentally by a student that just wanted to watch some anime on a pirated website but pressed on one of the ads. The origins of this owynn are unknown, who created him is completely unknown, the only known thing is that he expands and gets smarter each minute.

Ok no more nonsense or else i'll go mad.

Also ho ho ho foxy's redesign is coming soon

[emojireviewpage]

🤯 Mindblown (Exploding head) emoji review 🤯

Apple: The mushroom cloud is reminding me of an hydrogen bomb. The head bits are going around! Was the explosion too strong for them? I like the details and the crack textures. They had the most shocking moments of their life. 9/10 the expression is a bit fake though.

Google: What were they hiding on their head, marshmallows? The head is cut too sharp. I’d like it better if it had the crack details. I guess it is kinda cute and they look so surprised! 6/10 adorable surprise

Samsung: Omg this is so cute! I love the colors on the inside of the cloud. It’s like they merged apple and Google emoji. Must be a dorky guy and fun to be around. He even has a realistic mouth! 9/10 he had watched fnaf jump scares.

Microsoft: Cross-eyed. Reminds me of my club’s mate who is Asperger’s. I guess this is kinda cute, but looks like an exploding bowl with a face. 3/10 why does it have a purple mouth.

WhatsApp: Honestly, the explosion is so RED, it looks like it’s raining tomato sauce. Am I the only one who thinks this? 7/10 it’s cold that you can see the outside.

Twitter: No hope for twitter. 2/10 because I don’t think it’s that horrible.

Facebook: it has a shockwave! Must be strong. Sorry, were you so shocked your eyes froze? This might look so good if they animated this emoji for a reaction, or do they already have a reaction version of this emoji? 8/10 I don’t use Facebook.

Skype: If this was a cartoon character, its name would be Richard. Here we have, Mr Richard, who is mindblown because they saw a 1 min Clip of kingda ka. It is understandable since that ride is INSANE. Its parents would be Samsung and Google. 5/10 Yummy inside. Is it chocolate?

Twitter emoji stickers: Can we appreciate how detailed the explosion is. It even has blue sparks and lightnings. They probably got an entire concert on their head. The face reminds me of Toad of Mario bro. I don’t know why. Absolutely exquisite shading below the flying bits. Tilted mouth expressing how intense that was. 9.5/10 Cute eyes don’t really fit though.

Joypixels: I’m digging this. The mouth is nice. The shading, It looks like it is airbrushed with a procreate brush. It is like my drawings. I guess they watched a Tekken fight and got shocked. 7.5/10 btw Who mains Kazuya in smash.

TossFace: No rating because protect this adorable toddler before they die from a fatal injury.

Emojipedia: Ah👏Yes👏You👏Look👏Like👏A👏Chef👏Could👏You👏Please👏Cook👏A👏Tasty👏Rib-eye?👏Im👏Sure👏You👏Are👏A👏Michelin👏Star👏Mastermind👏Is👏The👏Explosion👏White👏Bread?👏 Chef/10

LG: Amber eyes. Posible gem treasure? I like the shockwave and the cracks are amazingly detailed. I like the little glints. 7/10

Thank you! 💗

oh my gosh!🤯

[creationverseblog]

☆ Meet The Chosen Heroes ♡

Name : Kaze Age : N/A Gender : Non-binary Pronouns : they/them Soul trait : "Soul of Hope" Personally : Kind, soft-spoken, Determined, Caring, scared easily (usually by certain creatures) Others : They're base off frisk from Undertale and younger version of me when i was only 7. Kaze will also be the leader of the village someday and will make sure their people and their friends is safe. A type of villager who is the main chosen one who will save the world but felt bad leaving their guardian behind who raise them very well. Voice : Rachel Gardner (SatsurikuNo tenshi)

Name : Ame (Shizuki) Age : 18 Gender : Male Pronouns : he/him Soul trait : "Soul of Integrity/Determination" (Two traited soul) Personally : fearsome, barbaric, intelligent, Cold, Serious-type, Others : He was base off Zack Foster( Satsuriku no tenshi), Takashi Komuro (Highschool of the dead) and Marco Owen (Ibara No Ou). Ame have a mother who abandoned him because he doesn’t want his life to be miserable like his mother which is why his mom commit suicide by jumping off the mountain cliff right by the village. Ame is also the unofficial leader of the group, due to his knowledge and natural capabilities. *Type of kid who doesn't give a crap about any hing but also a serious leader type who makes sure to keep the others safe Voice : Zack Foster (Satsuriku no tenshi)

Name : Kara Age : 18 Gender : Non-binary Pronouns : they/them Soul trait : "Soul of Determination (Hatred)" Personally : Kind, Caring, Brotherly/Fatherly, Protective, Free Spirited Others : They're base off Ryan Akagi (Infinity train), C.C Afton (Fnaf) and inspire by this wonderful story called Book 4.5 (@the-magnificent-otaku-draws) *A type of Kiddo who been abuse after losing his parents but got taken into custody. But also made a promise to protect a lil girl name sukie and treats her as his own sister that he wasn't from his big sister. But sometimes people call him a father figure instead of a brother figure. Voice : Ryan Akagi ( Infinity Train)

Name : Sukie Age : 8 1/2 Gender : female Pronouns : she/ her Soul trait : "Soul of Kindness" Personally : Kind, Fun-loving, Optimistic Others : She's base off Hazel (Infinity train), My personality, Boo (Monsters inc) and inspire by this wonderful story called Book 4.5 (@the-magnificent-otaku-draws) *A type of innocent Kiddo who loves turtles and loves eating blueberries who loves her new family * Voice : Anya ( Spy x Family)

Name : Rei (Frisk) Age : 17 Gender : female Pronouns : she/ her Soul trait : "Soul of Integrity" Personally : Fearsome, Brave, Caring, Intelligent Others : She's base off Tulip (Infinity train), Ellie (The Last of Us) and Swindler from Akudama Drive A type kid who loves music but sometimes likes being a trouble maker Voice : Tulip Olsen (Infinity train)

[pennycat83]

I keep seeing this debate about analog horror and I wanna real quick add one final dunk on Slug whilst I talk about this.

(saw this post on the analog horror subreddit so take it with a lump of rock salt)

(also I find it fucking hillarious Slug's the poster child for all of these)

I don't fully blame Urban Slug for this. I think in general a reason why a lot of people are starting to dislike analog/ digital horror is simple.

It's becoming repetitive. I keep seeing indie shorts/ series that take inspo from stuff like Lacy, TWF, GHE (etc.) that are good, but the same. Hell I don't even get scared by some of them at times, either the artstyle's too cutsie for it or they don't do that spooky of imagery. Like neither the concepts do much, like they could be interesting if they added that bit more thought or depth. People more or less jump in without much depth or planning into something and make good but not memorable stuff.

As for Urbanslug, he did it for fun. According to Wendigoon's vid about the series, he allegedly made the series to show off his art and make merch. Problem is, unlike most shitpost series, this wasn't made clear at the beginning, so people took it at face value. Don't get me wrong I fucking hate the series, every part of it makes my braincells drop. But it kinda also proves the slight fault in a lot of analog horror.

It isn't just dying because it's repetitive, it's dying because no one's putting that extra time and care into their projects. Like the same person who made this also praised Shipwreck, a project that was 2 years in the making complete with functioning websites inside the game, layers to the story and an underlining horror to it that isn't obvious.

Don't get me wrong it's still got familiar beats like the body horror of the Shipliners, but it isn't too much, it knows when to stop.

Hell even Slug put work into his drawings. It's not about the actual analog. It's the effort. How much work you put into something equals the amount of adimration you get. It's that simple, horror is as much of an art piece as any other, and should be treated as such.

Like the reason my series hasn't come out yet (outside of my dogshit ADHD and work anxiety) is because I had to plan out the series in full before hand. I deleted my old FNAF ARG because I wasn't pleased with it.

TLDR: Don't just shit out a horror vid on the spot, but some back bone into it.

Also please reblog this is if you want I need to start prodding people into reblogging my shit more.

[princessozera]

:)

Couldn't watch far frome home yet but I did get to watch something else last night.

No spoilers for the newest game ahead, just a silly crossover

Eldest 3 + Luke vs FNAF

Working under the assumption that they are only as strong as mortals and can't access their demon forms, how well would they deal with the entire FNAF franchise, as a game and a job? 👀

Lucifer

Has to be coerced into playing, and by the way his brothers are giggling, he can guess that there are jump scares that are supposed to catch him off guard. As if. Ok, so maybe the first jump scare did get him, but it was because he was being heavy handed with the door switches and ran out of power on the 4th night. But because his brothers had sold themselves out by giggling, he was able to stay still as Chica killed him, even if his heart skipped a few beats.

He runs through the rest of the nights with no problem, picking up on the repetitive patterns easily, and even gets through the 6th night easily- an almost perfect run. He skips the custom night and after some begging from Diavolo and Levi he plays a few nights of the rest of the franchise. Surprisingly he's most fond of FNAF 3; he liked the sike-out fake jumps cares and that there was only 1 actual animatronic. Once he puts the game down that's it, he's got better things to do.

⭐⭐⭐

And this is why Lucifer despised owing people favors. After some bad gambles Mammon had roped everyone into working at a kids pizza place for the week. It was grimy and your shoes stuck to the floor, but at least he didn't have to deal with kids. After a random draw Lucifer ended up as a night security guard.

Mammon and Levi told him stories of creepy things happening at the store, obviously tall tales to unnerve Lucifer, but he thought the 'fake' training tape to scare him was a bit much, even for them. Yeah the animatronics were creepy, and it was odd that they were allowed to free roam but he only had to do this for a week and then he'd never have to smell musty play places and moldy pizza again.

He was in the middle of tidying up the security desk when Chica came to the door and stared him down. He ignored her for a while, but when she didn't leave after 3 minutes like normal, he looks over. Wait, didn't she have a beak-

Lucifer dies the first night and his brothers never find out what happened to him.

Mammon

He heard MC and Levi raving over the new addition to a game franchise they both liked and wanted to feel included too, so he asked to play Levi's copy. Of course some stupid human game can't scare HIM, so he commits to it- dark room, headphones on full volume, even a VR headset if it's Help Wanted!

He breaks the controller on the first jump scare.

While he doesn't break a controller every time, if it's been a while since his last jump scare, he will jump out of his chair and cuss up a storm.

Mammon relies heavily on sound cues rather than flipping through the monitors. He starts to like the game and continues the series, flying through the first 2, but getting stuck in the 3rd because of all the extra sounds. He muscles through regardless, and makes sure to always play the 6th and 7th nights.

As an entrepreneur himself, Mammon loves Pizzeria simulator even if his desire for more revenue through ads is his ultimate downfall. He also loves that he can electrocute those spooky bastards. The "I'm already inside ;) " and "let's have fun fun fun fun funfunfunfunfunfun-" signs still scare every time he plays. He'll play through all of the games, and sit through MC and Levi lore dumping but doesn't care too deeply about it, it's just nice to hear them be passionate even if MC cries whenever they try go fix the timeline.

⭐⭐⭐

Mammon had found this job through a wanted ad; the pay wasn't great but it was almost no work and only a week long, so basically free cash. Of course he had heard about the rumors of glitching animatronics and decaying bodies, but what quality kids establishment doesn't have a horribly dark back story right? He scoffed when Levi repeated the rumors, of course the great Mammon wouldn't be scared by some rinky dink mobile tin cans.

Despite his big talk, having to sit alone in that dimly lit security office slowly started to build up his paranoia. The animatronics were all bug eyed and looked like they'd been dug out of the trash can, the contrast of their clear, high pitched voices sent shivers down his spine and while their movements were clearly randomized, there was a little too much light behind their eyes for Mammon to be at easy.

It was 2 hours into his shift when the clock finally hit midnight and a loud chime sounded off in the office. JEEZ, why the hell did the computer have a grandfather clock chime set as an alarm for midnight? And what was with the creepy flat last note? Mammon tried to play it off like the alarm hadn't just woken him up from a little nap, but as he stretched his arms over his head, he immediately noticed there was a change in the air. It was too quiet when he first woke up, and after a few beats, all the random noises of the pizzeria came back. He takes a chance and looks at the monitors, chilled to the bone when he notices Freddy and Chica are off the podium. He waits to hear them spout their stupid pre-programmed lines but he's met with silence. He flickers the light on to the left, nothing, and then to the ri- MOTHER!$#&@# !#@*&-

Chica stood there staring at him, but he'd seen enough to jump up and slam the door closed in her face. Just in time too, as she starts banging against the metal door and Mammon hears dragging feet on the other side of the room.

Mammon was in for the single longest shift of his life.

It's close to the wire, but he makes it to 6 am. Mammon can't even feel relief with his fried nerves and exhaustion, finally coming off a 6 hour adrenaline rush. He clocks out and passes out in his car in the back lot.

He wakes up mad as hell, and his first thought is to storm into the pizzeria and cuss out the robots on stage.

"YOU DIDN'T GET ME MOTHERFUCKERSSSS. YOU MOLTED RUST BUCKETS, PIECES OF-"

Thankfully, it was 11 am on a school day, so there wasn't anyone in for the lunch rush yet. The store owner let Mammon curse the animatronics out, but stepped in when Mammon left and came back with a crow bar. He leads Mammon back outside and tells him he's still expected at his shift tonight.

Mammon is flabbergasted that he's actually expected to come back after last night, but after driving around for a while, he decided he would come back. And with a petty vengeance.

He shows up to work an hour early and once the manager leaves he heads back out to his car and brings in a duffle bag. He pulls out chains and ties down all the animatronics to the stage, setting up additional barriers to the office on his way out. He stays awake this time and at the stroke of midnight dances in the office as the animatronics are unable to break out of the chains. Easy paycheck once again!

He goes on the next 3 nights with no issue, even getting a raise for "showing ambition and dedication" by showing up early every night. He even had the confidence to saunter around the place and taunt the struggling animatronics to their face. He was in the middle of the chorus of his newly created "Fuck you Disney rejects" song when he heard a scream from somewhere else in the restaurant.

Mammon had forgotten about Foxy.

If it wasn't for his speed and reflexes, he would have been impaled then and there, but he made it to the office in time. Foxy banged at the door and Mammon lost his breath at how much power that drained from the batteries, but it was already 4 o' clock, he could get through this easily, right?

Or so he thought, until Foxy managed to free the other animatronics in one of his rampages back to the cove.

With shaky hands and a tight chest, Mammon made it through the night, the 6 am alarm sounding heavily to his weary soul. Another terrifying night done with, and if Mammon's hair wasn't white to begin with, he would have walked out looking like an old haggard man. He at least makes it home this time before passing out, too tired to have nightmares follow him into his dreams.

And he promptly gets over it. He's not as cocky anymore, but does come back again that night with chains and bubble wrap for Foxy's hook. He plays it safe by staying in the security office that night but his plan was immaculate, no one getting in or out of their designated regions.

Mammon is now the longest employee to ever last at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, at 10 months. He's gotten employee of the month every month and a raise with each award. While he doesn't chain them to the stage anymore, feeling some pity after hearing their oddly childlike wails at night, he does confine them all to the performance room, dragging in Foxy so he's not lonely. He also bars up the vents now, that had been the last day he actually felt any sort of threat from these machines, so now its just free cash and he can do online side hustles while he sat around all night.

Leviathan

Levi is a big fan of horror games and he'd be delighted to know MC already knew about this one. They play through the games together, switching off the controller whenever they die, and competing for the highest score on custom nights. He's passion can rival or even surpass MC's, spending hours together rewatching their game play footage and scouring blogs for Easter eggs they missed, desperately trying to piece together the story of Five Nights At Freddy's.

Him and MC will argue about key points and what counts as relevant details for the timeline. Levi despises the books, claiming they aren't canon and can't be heavily relied on- MC begs to differ. They even go so far as to make power points to debate points, there is always some give and take, very rarely do they stick to every point the went in with.

Levi's favorite FNAF game is Help Wanted. It's a nice compact way to play all the previous games and the neon mode was to die for. He loved playing in VR (without the possibility of death like with Devildom VR) and the constant updates- the pirate roller coaster ride was probably the best part of the Halloween update! When Levi reached the end of the very last game challenge, getting his cheese pizza and chocolate cake, the next scene shook him so deeply that his scream cracked Henry's tank.

The jump scares get him every time, but Levi loves it. He plays every game blind once before watching playthroughs. If he can't get through a level, he'll watch his favorite Deviltuber and mimic strategies he reads online. Oh, the sound cues? He'll never admit it to MC, but he avoids those as much as possible, turning the volume all the way down so he isn't as scared. Can't have MC thinking he's a scared-y cat after all.

When MC finds out his little cheat, they force Levi to play in complete darkness with headphones plugged in and volume set to 100- not even the light in Henry's tank is left on for this round.

⭐⭐⭐

You know Levi was strapped for cash if he chose to work at some kids pizzeria.

Not that he didn't have cash, he just wanted to be absolutely sure he got the ultra rare Ruri-Chan rainbow sakura figure coming out soon, and while he'd rather not buy through scalpers, he'd have the money just in case. Anyways, he wasn't actually going to be dealing with kids at this job, and he can play his candy candy mobile game between walks around the store.

As much as he tries to ignore Mammon's stories about dead children and haunted animatronics, Levi has to admit that a store that looks this bad has to have some dark history to it. He makes one round before the start of his shift, horrified to learn the shortest robot was a good 3 inches taller than him. Children like these things?!?

After securing the doors to the outside and making sure the place was empty, Levi settled down to do his dailies. He was deep in his game when a rotting smell brought his attention back to his surroundings. Freddy was staring him down and Levi froze in his chair- from here, Freddy was a good 2 feet taller than him and Levi couldn't believe these animatronics could once hold humans. At least, he couldn't believe it until a trembling breath came from Freddy's chest.

NOPE.

Levi slams both doors shut and flips through all the cameras, too fast to actually see anything, but he needs something to do to keep from hyperventilating.

"THIS IS JUST LIKE THE ANIME 'I CANT PAY RENT SO I TOOK UP THE FIRST PART TIME JOB THAT TOOK ME IN AND NOW EVERYTHING WANTS TO KILL ME'"

Levi keeps both doors shut for about 3 hours, hiding underneath the desk whenever an animatronic would slam against the door, but realized he was down to 1/3rd of the power with 3 hours left in his shift.

After checking the cameras again, he anxiously lifts the doors and keeps them open for as long as possible. Even then, he was too wasteful in those first 3 hours and he was going to be cutting it close. With his superior gaming skills, Levi picked up the patterns of each animatronic and was able to tell where they were with only a 1 second flash of the camera screen.

It was 5:58 and Levi could cry with how exhausted and frustrated he was. The battery has been on it's last bar for the last 30 minutes and he was so close to the end, but Bonnie had been making steady progress towards him all night. Levi waits to the absolute last second, Bonnie reaching a hand in before slamming the door down and hearing him pound against the door.

Please let it be 6! Please please!

But instead of the 6 o clock chime, everything went pitch black and he could hear everything around him power down.

The battery was dead.

Levi's chest tightened hearing the door open, a set of glowing eyes on the other side of the door as a childish melody played from the bunny preparing to kill him. Bonnie was twice as wide as Levi, and he'd seen Freddy lurking on the other side, he was cornered and wouldn't be able to fight his way out. Levi accepted his death as the final notes of the children's tune ended as suddenly as the darkness had come.

DING DONG DEAD DONG

6 AM

By some saving grace, the clock chimed 6 and whatever these monsters were programmed with over-rode anything they were doing. Levi watched as Bonnie straightened up from a pounce and stiffly walked back to the performance room, Freddy close behind. Levi watched them go back through the cameras, and as he counted them to make sure there would be no nasty surprises on his way out, could have sworn that Freddy was glaring at him right through the video feed.

You know what, Mammon owes him a lot of money and favors, he doesn't need a part time job that badly.

Luke

MC would never allow Luke to play any of the FNAF games and fight any of the brothers that try to push him into it. If Luke argues back because he wants to be included, MC will cover his eyes and play one of the jump scare audios. Luke decides MC's right and sticks to his mobile games.

⭐⭐⭐

Child labor laws protect Luke from being hired as a security guard so he wouldn't have to worry about surviving the night. However.... being a child puts him in the unique situation of being spring-locked or murdered. Hopefully his guardians are smart enough to keep him the hell out of the Fazbear diners.

[fakeloveaskblog]

(Hi, me again. I’ve never played FNAF because I’m terrible with jump scares so I’ll take your word for my introduction being like Freddy Fazbear. I just say that because I have no idea how to start an ask so I use the same phrase every time, I’m glad it isn’t annoying. Anyway onto the ask.)

Hi Remus, the lawnmower ghost has returned. I have some ideas for presents you could give to Janus. The best gifts usually fall into one of two categories. Something that requires you to put thought into it, such as a book you know they have been wanting to get or something that requires time and effort, usually something homemade, like a drawing.

Alternatively one thing I often ask for in gifts (because I am the hardest person on the planet being in the void to buy gifts for.) is an experience, such as going to the park and buying ice cream or having lunch at a restaurant or watching a movie. In my personal opinion this is a good alternative if you are struggling to come up with a meaningful idea for a gift because experiences are often remembered more clearly than gifts unless the gift is particularly memorable, hence my previous statement about gifts that have a lot of thought or time and effort put into them.

I haven’t given many actual suggestions because I’m terrible at coming up with gift ideas but hopefully this did somewhat help, I wish you the best of luck in you search for the perfect gift (Disclaimer, the gift does not actually have to be perfect and attempting to achieve perfection is an unrealistic goal that will cause large amounts of stress.)

And have a fun fact. Did you know that It takes the death of 27,000 trees daily to make toilet paper for humans. That wasn’t such a fun fact in hindsight so I’ll try again. Did you know that horned lizards squirt blood from their eyes as a defense mechanism. There much better, have a nice day and remember to drink water and that you are worthy of love. Bye.

Remus had gotten a little excited and taken out one of the canvases that had been standing in the corner collecting dust for months now. He'd splatted the fake blood onto it. Tried different shades of it. It looked a bit like a very red very contorted very bloody shower right now.

"Hi lawnmover ghost! I'm creating! I'm like a demented god! I'm making a spooky shower since all showers are spooky! Very scary! You could trip and break your bones!! While NAKed!!"

He splashed some more color while listening to you. He'd gotten it all over his clothes.

"Wow I didn't know ghosts were also experts on gift giving. Very interesting. I still don't think anything made by me could even count as a gift. It would be like getting coal. I can't even get anyone to hire me for an art job....ehhh not that I've tried"

He wow-ed at you being in the void. He thought it was so cool he got the urge to use one of the canvases to paint a void.

"Oh I dunno about gifting an experience" He fiddled with his bloody shirt "I mean Jannie and I have already hung out at a bunch of different places. Maybe the gift would just feel like another annoying tuseday to him???.....I would enjoy going to hang out with Jannie as a gift...ugh that's so dorky of me"

He tapped his finger against his chin while wrinkling his forehead. He pouted a little just to himself. He dunked his head against the armseat of the couch behind him while letting out an annoyed groan.

You started to go on about the fun facts. Remus sighed and looked all sad to pity himself, even though he had been the one to make it so he was giving Janus a gift.

When you mentioned the lizard fact Remus' eyes suddenly went wide as he looked at you.

"It does WHAT!? That's so cool!!! I wanna fight people off by squirting blood from my face as well!!! OHOHOH! This is why reptiles really are the best animals!! They are so FUCKED UP!! I LOVE IT! I feel extreme kinship with these strange beasts!! I understand them! They understand me! This is why reptiles and Remy are actually the same! They understand me the same amount!!"

He jumped up on his feet and ran in place while flapping his arms around. He was about an inch away from stomping his drying painting to death

"I HAVE TO BUY A LIZARD!" Remus ran to grab his sister's second wallet (marked for him) he skid to a sudden stop "WAIT- You said water!" He ran to the kitchen and threw his head under the tap and gulped half a liter in before running to the wallet again. He'd forgotten he still had fake blood all over his clothes as he ran out of the apartment.

--

Half an hour later he ran back into the apartment with a 60 inch long snake around his shoulders.

"I BOUGHT A SNAKE INSTEAD!" He patted the snake on it's head "Her name is Carl!"

He sat Carl down on the couch and let it slither away to explore the apartment.

"I was gonna buy a lizard but then I remembered what Rowan tells me. I gotta think about M. E. D. S. before making drastic choices. Y'know my Mood/mental health. My Energy. My Dissociation/delusions. And my Spoons. And I dunno if I have enough energy to take care of a lizard full time. I can't take care of a child!!! Even if the child is scaled!! I'm not even 23 yet!! So I bought Carl- oh shit where's Carl"

Carl was trying to swallow an entire lamp. Remus picked her up and carried her back to the couch. He nuzzled his nose into her cold scales.

"So I bought Carl! For Janus!! I hope they will like her! They can rename her if they want to I guess. I hope it won't be like I'm throwing it onto them. I know they've been wanting a snake for a while. OHOHO maybe I could become the snake babysitter if Jannie ever goes on a trip or something"

Remus sunk further down into the couch. Carl wrapped around him as he let out a longing sigh. He fiddled with his thumbs and stared at the paint on the flesh decorations drying.

"Guess I'll just wait until the gathering and see if he likes it....just gotta wait....just a day or so..........wow waiting is horrible. Right Carl?"

Carl didn't respond because Carl was a snake.

[hale-13]

Scare Tactics

By Hale13

For the Summer of Whump Day 19 Prompt - Fear

“And just to show you we mean business…” Peter flinched when his index finger was grabbed and sharply snapped in half, leaving him breathless. He didn’t scream though. He wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction. “Tough kid,” the leader mused, petting Peter on the head. “I’m going to let my men work him over,” he said to the camera lightly. “You pay me within the next four hours and I won’t start cutting off things he’ll miss. Sure would be a shame… he’s got his whole life ahead of him you know.”

Words: 2407, Chapters: 1/1 (Complete), Language: English

Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: Gen

Relationships: Peter Parker & May Parker, Peter Parker & Tony Stark

Character: Peter Parker, May Parker, Tony Stark, Happy Hogan

TW: Canon Typical Violence, Kidnapping, Implied/Referenced Torture

Read on AO3 or below the line break.

“One more hour! C’mon, just one more hour please,” Peter begged, hands twitching and sweating as he looked around frantically. He could do it. He just had to do it.

“Whatcha doing Pete?” Tony asked right in his ear causing Peter to let out a high pitched scream and rip the VR headset off his head, nearly tossing it into the wall and only barely catching himself at the last second.

“What the fuck!” He exclaimed, panting and placing a hand over his racing heart – it was galloping under his fingertips. Tony, standing next to him with his hand extend like he was reaching out to touch Peter, had his face pinched up like he was trying not to laugh and failing spectacularly.

“What was that?” The man questioned, pulling the headset from Peter’s twitching fingers to set it down on the bed and safely out of reach lest Peter almost throw it again. “You okay?”

“You scared the shit out of me!” Peter told his mentor dramatically as his heart rate slowed to a more manageable rhythm. Damn he was so close to winning!

Tony quirked an eyebrow. “Thought you had a tingle or something,” he said with a teasing tone and that was it, Peter was never letting Tony and May have lunch together again. Tingle… seriously? “What were you doing anyway?” Tony asked, picking the headset back up and turning it around curiously in dexterous fingers.

“Playing FNAF,” Peter said with a shrug. “I had nearly won too!”

“Beg pardon?” Tony asked with a head tilt. “Did you just have a stroke? I don’t speak teenager.”

“It’s a game Mr. Stark,” Peter grumbled, grabbing the headset back to turn it off. “A horror game. You’re a security guard and you have to live through the night without a bunch of animatronic animals killing you.”

“Sounds exhausting,” Tony commented, passing Peter his untouched book bag – he was supposed to be doing homework while Mr. Stark was in a meeting but oh well. He could always do it later, it was the weekend after all. “Happy’s pulling the car around. You sure you don’t want to stay? It’s getting a bit late.”

“I’m good,” Peter insisted, throwing the bag over his back and tightening the straps a little to sit more comfortably. “Besides, May and I are supposed to marathon the new season of Lucifer tonight.”

“Ah yes,” Tony said with a smile. “Do tell aunt hottie I said hello would you? I’m looking forward to our monthly co-parenting coffee date next week – can’t wait to tell her about this!”

Peter groaned and blushed. “Please don’t,” he muttered, skirting around his mentor to get to the door. “See you next week?” He asked as he paused in the doorway, turning back to look at the man and smiling.

“Yeah I’ll see you next week kiddo. Don’t have too much fun this weekend!”

“Bye Mr. Stark!” Peter called as he raced to the elevator, bouncing impatiently on his toes as it descended to the garage where Happy was waiting in one of the many black town cars Stark Industries owned.

“Took you long enough,” he groused good naturedly as Peter hopped into the back, dropping his book bag into the foot well and buckling his seatbelt with a bright ‘hey Happy!’ before pulling out his battered copy of The Collected Works of Shakespeare. He was supposed to finish MacBeth before class on Monday morning and he had been putting it off for a while (re: the last two weeks). Thank god for SparkNotes!

He read in the peaceful silence of the car as Happy navigated the busy Manhattan roads into the more quiet streets of Queens, finally pulling to a stop in front of Peter’s building and unlocking the doors. “See you Monday kid,” he called as Peter jumped out of the car.

“Thanks for the ride Happy!” Peter answered as he shut the door and waved the car off before letting out a sigh. It had been a long week and he was looking forward to just hanging out with May and decompressing. He felt like he barely saw her these days since she moved to working nights – it had been way too long since their last Netflix binge sesh. Peter took the stairs two at a time, forgoing the ancient and slow elevator, and was soon standing outside his door, fumbling for his keys.

As he went to slip the correct key into the lock, Peter felt every hair on his body stand on end as a shiver tore through him. He paused and looked up and down his hallway. Everything was quiet and peaceful, nothing out of place, so why was his Spidey sense tingling? With a gulp, Peter looked at his door and felt his heart freeze in his chest. May!

Peter swiftly unlocked the door and threw it open only to pause just over the threshold.

May was seated in one of their kitchen chairs, pulled into eye line of the door to the apartment, and looking pale but utterly pissed as the masked man behind her jammed the muzzle of his gun further into her temple. Peter, his heart nearly beating out of his chest and his adrenaline spiking to leave a metallic taste in his mouth, held his hands up immediately in surrender. As if it would ever be a question with May involved.

“Close the door,” the man said firmly, jutting his chin and Peter felt it snap closed behind him, paying no mind to the other invaders that were scattered around the room, his eyes stuck only on May.

“What do you want?” He asked, surprised that his voice was steady – he could tell that his body was still and sure but inside he felt like he was about to shake apart; like he was standing in the epicenter of an earthquake.

“Your cooperation mostly,” the man with the gun answered, passing the weapon off to one of his underlings and approaching where Peter stood motionless, hands still raised, just inside the door. His eyes were a pale blue and they scraped over Peter’s form quickly before he held out his hand. “Phone, watch, bag. Give me anything that Stark might have chipped and don’t try anything funny. I’d hate for anything… untoward to happen to your Aunt.”

“Okay,” Peter agreed, slowly pulling his bag off his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor with a thump. One of the men behind him picked it up and started riffling through it as Peter unlatched his watch and passed it over along with his phone. He was grateful that he hadn’t brought his suit with him to school today or he’d have a much bigger problem – assuming they didn’t already know he was Spider-Man of course.

“Search him,” the man called out as he dropped Peter’s phone and watch to the floor before pointedly stomping on them until they broke. Peter fought to hold still as he was patted down, making eye contact with May. She gave a minute shake of her head and Peter bit his tongue hard enough to draw blood. He knew she didn’t want him to compromise his identity for her but he would do whatever he could to keep her safe – Spider-Man be damned.

“He’s clean,” one of the goons called out, nudging Peter forward and forcing him to sit down opposite May.

“Peter Parker,” the leader mused, walking over until he took up all of Peter’s sight leaving May out of view and ratcheting Peter’s already frantic heart rate up more. “Tony Stark’s personal intern. How does one get that job eh?” He looked at Peter expectantly and Peter grit his teeth together.

“Right place right time,” Peter grunted, his eye contact never wavering. The leader frowned behind his mask and smacked Peter sharply, causing his head to whip to the side. It was more surprising than painful and Peter glared back in obvious loathing.

“That will be your only warning,” the leader grunted, leaning down so he was eye level with Peter. “Next time it’ll be your aunt. Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal,” Peter confirmed, gripping the arms of his chair tightly and trying to control his strength. By his count there were five men in their apartment. If he were alone or in the suit it wouldn’t be a problem but with May involved…

“Now let’s try again,” the man continued, pacing a circle around Peter’s chair like a shark circling prey and thus giving him the briefest chance to make eye contact with May again. The skin of her forehead was red and dented where the gun mashed into her face. But he eyes were full of fear and anger for Peter – her sight was locked on the cheek he could feel burning and already swelling. “How did you get your internship?”

“September Foundation,” Peter answered. “I submitted some of my work on clean energy and Mr. Stark was impressed enough to offer me the internship.”

The man hummed, stopping his circling and placed both hands on Peter’s shoulders, squeezing them. “But it’s not just an internship anymore now is it?” He questioned, tone light. “I doubt any normal intern gets access to Stark’s personal lab or stays overnight. For a while I thought you might be his bastard but, no, it doesn’t seem you are.” Peter tensed at the words and bit down hard on the inside of his cheek, tasting blood. “However you are important enough for him to pay handsomely for I’d wager.”

“He won’t,” Peter insisted, not breaking eye contact with May – she looked terrified now and he wasn’t sure who she was scared for most. “He doesn’t negotiate with kidnappers.”

“We’ll see,” the man said lightly, unconcerned. “Here’s the deal Parker. You’re going to come with us, quietly, and I won’t put a bullet through your aunt’s skull. I hear that you watched your uncle bleed out from something similar – wouldn’t want another death on your conscience now would you?” Peter flinched violently, unable to hold it back and felt tears prick at his eyes. He couldn’t cry now. Not in front of these assholes. “You’re going to come with us and, once we get you back to base, I’ll call in the order to let your aunt go. If they don’t hear from me within the next six hours… well I’m sure you can figure it out.”

Peter nodded slowly and tried to silently apologize to May – she was watching him with tears now cascading down her cheeks and shaking her head, begging him not to give in. “I’ll do whatever you want,” Peter agreed, sealing his fate.

His Spidey-sense screamed at him and he forced himself to hold still as the gun clocked him across the temple, knocking him out instantly.

—————————————

When Peter finally woke up some indeterminate amount of time later it was to a throbbing head and aching neck from sitting slumped over and tied to the most uncomfortable chair he had ever had the displeasure of sitting in. He opened his eyes with a groan to look around the room. It was darkened, of course because why wouldn’t it be, and empty, also not a surprise. The door in front of him was made of a dark metal the same as the chair he was sitting in which was bolted to the floor.

He tested the cuffs that were binding his wrists to each arm of the chair and found that they weren’t reinforced and should break easily with his strength. So they didn’t know he was Spider-Man then – that was a plus. Peter could work with that.

Before he could look around much more or even try to formulate a plan, the door in front of him flew open to admit multiple people, all in masks, and a camera set up that had Peter’s blood running cold.

“I have to thank you for your cooperation,” the man from earlier said gaily as he entered the room last. “You made this much easier than anticipated.”

“My aunt?” Peter asked, voice wobbling a little but his eye contact unwavering.

“Fine. As we agreed,” the man confirmed, kneeling down a little to look directly into Peter’s eyes. “Now we’re going to make Stark a little video, a one-sided video chat if you will, to ask him for a little… monetary gift. All you have to do is sit here and look pretty while we do all the work okay?” He said condescendingly, running a hand through Peter’s hair before patting his cheek mockingly.

It took all of Peter’s willpower not to head butt him directly in the nose.

The set up was done fairly quickly, the camera pointed directly at Peter and the red light blinking. His captor came to stand right behind him, hands resting on Peter’s shoulders again.

“Oh looks like he’s tuned it! Hello Stark, I think I found something that belongs to you,” the leader said, squeezing Peter’s shoulders. “You shouldn’t just leave your things lying around you know. Don’t want them to get displaced.” Peter grit his teeth in irritation and humiliation – he couldn’t believe he had let himself get kidnapped – that he had put Mr. Stark in this position! “Anyway,” he continued lightly, “I have a little request. A trade if you will. I’ll give you back your intern and you give me twenty million dollars and a clean way out of the country. Shouldn’t be too hard for you right?”

Don’t do it Peter tapped out on the arm of the chair in hasty Morse code. Don’t give them anything. I’ve got this Peter tried to say with his eyes. Trust me.

“And just to show you we mean business…” Peter flinched when his index finger was grabbed and sharply snapped in half, leaving him breathless. He didn’t scream though. He wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction. “Tough kid,” the leader mused, petting Peter on the head. “I’m going to let my men work him over,” he said to the camera lightly. “You pay me within the next four hours and I won’t start cutting off things he’ll miss. Sure would be a shame… he’s got his whole life ahead of him you know.”

Later, his jaw hanging loose and his body aching with breaks and bruises, Peter will let a single tear fall.

The door knob turns and his adrenaline spikes.

[iheartchv]

Hello! Passing here to request a matchup! (It's the first time I've done this! Hehe) So come on !! I am a girl with a variety of personalities! I love Rock, I only wear cropped tops, dark clothes and I love horror movies! And besides, I have my princess days that make me wear pink and watch Barbie, really! I'm a fan of Hello Kitty and The conjuring! I'm also a geek too! Oh boy! Transformers card fan, I'm undecided between DC and Marvel !! I am a very fun person, I love meeting new people! But I have my mega explosive days, I get stressed easily!

Hobbies? Hmm ...

I love drawing! I'm in the performing arts business! I'm a pet mom! I read many suspense books! I play many horror games! FNAF is my life! Any Nick Minaj fans around here?

My appearance!

I have medium and straight brown hair, light skin, full lips, big brown eyes, I'm not fat or thin, I'm average! I am 5 "5 in height! Fan of pasta mainly pizza and lasagna! I love animals, especially canids!

It is!

😘😘🐢💙❤💜🧡

I see you with both Michaelangelo and Leonardo, but I pick... Leonardo💙

I think everyone was shocked to find out that Leo was serious having a crush on you

But opposites attract, right?

You're both opposites of each other, like Yin and Yang, the sun and moon, etc.

Your fun personality goes together with his more serious one and balances it out

When he needs to relax, or let lose, you come around and help him do just that

If you're stressed, he'll help you through it

He'll even let you sit on his lap while you both meditate

But he has to resist the urge to wrap his arms around you and leave open mouthed kisses on the back of your neck

When you're reading a book, he'll ask if it's good, and if so he might give it a chance

If he's not doing anything he'll watch you play a game, but will be a little startled at the jump scares at first

He's not an artist, but he knows and appreciates good art

He thinks you're talented... well, better talented than himself in that area

He loves plays/the performing arts so he'll definately be interested in watching any with you

He wishes he could be there for you to see your performances without having to worry about showing himself to people

But if there's a way, he will come watch and support you

He loves pizza, too, and will eat lasagna or any pasta dish

Leo does like animals, it's just that Master Splinter always told him and his brothers that they couldn't have a pet

If he ever met your pet, he'd treat it like his own

He loves your big brown eyes because they reflect you

He'll try to make time for you and be there for you

He's a gentleman, and he'll treat you like a lady, a queen

He'll do what he can to make you happy

He promises to keep you safe from danger, too

"I'll never stop loving you, even in the next life"🐢💙💕👧

Hope it's alright and got who you wanted😆😅

[factual-fantasy]

Got 19 asks, thanks ya’ll! :}

The ask itself aside for a moment, If you told him that, it would make him really upset. He would 100% believe that you’re just messing with him and making fun of him.

He truly believes that he is unlovable because of his appearance, and that he cannot form any new relationships because of it. He feels that the only friends he will ever have are the Wreckers that knew him before he became disfigured and somehow aren’t disgusted by him now. Brown Suburban, being the only one he thinks..

He feels that partly why Brown Suburban is even still friends with him is that his vision isn’t great and he cant quite see just how ugly Bash has become. Which isn’t true, but he cant help thinking this way.

Despite actually becoming friends with the rest of team prime.. he can just.. he can just feel all the optics staring at him. He knows he’s a disaster and is ashamed. He feels like the rest of the team is only pretending to be friends with him as a form of pity.

Now, to the ask itself. I don’t think that’s all that odd. I built Bash Buggy to feel like a real being. So someone having a crush on him, jokingly or not means I did a good job. :}

Also, just an fyi.. every single character of mine besides Suburban, Red Van and Miata are single. ;}  

Ah its alright, things just suck sometimes.

My new job has been helping a lot actually. I finally feel like I’m useful, so that’s a nice feeling. My job is confusing and it embarrasses me when I cant figure out what to do, but that feeling of being worth something drowns them out thankfully.

No I don’t believe you have, why don’t you tell me about it? :}

Oh don’t worry, Suburban will cover that. ;}

I think it would be best to just.. leave Honda alone for now, and let her calm down on her own. <:/

I’m so glad you liked the memes. I always just assumed no one wanted to see them, so it makes me happy to know that at least some people like them.

And I’m glad I made you feel better! You did the same for me. Getting asks always makes me feel better. <:}

And thank you for all the compliments!! I’m so flattered! (*ﾉ∀`*)

Go for it. I wish you luck. 👍

Its been great honestly. If feels really great to feel like I have a purpose now. Something I do finally matters enough to be paid for it. The job is confusing and will take a lot of time to learn and memorize. But honestly that’s drown out by the feeling that I’m finally worth something.

A while back, Suburban got a strange patch of a few little cracks on his front windshield caused by driving though some branches. It looked somewhat like this. 👇

Suburban is now in the hands of a relative that isn’t.. the most pleasant to be around to put it lightly. She has a history of being a real crank pot and just being a jerk to the others a lot of the time. Lets call her SD. (Suburban’s Driver)

I was out on the farm with SD, VD, (Vega’s Driver) and some others. Suburban was parked in front of the shop just hanging out by himself, so I climbed up on his hood to sit there with him and chill because I was bored.

Eventually I climbed up in his roof and sat criss cross on him. The Vega was parked some feet away which was where WD was. WD (White Trucks driver) was over by Vega and was leaning/sitting on the Vega’s hood and we were just chatting.

Then, from across the farm, SD starts crabbing at me to get off of Suburban. She didn’t say anything else. No reason why to get off, she just said to get off.

She’s always been a real crab to me. She knows Suburban is my favorite car so I just assumed that she was being a crank again and hogging the family Suburban. She only said to get off, not why, just to get off.

I thought that was unfair. So I turned around to VD, (Vega’s Driver) and asked if I could stay up there. I told him that SD was crabbing at me to get off and he thought the same thing. He’s like, “Yeah you can stay up there, don’t worry about SD. Just stay towards the edge of the roof to your keep weight off the middle.” So I was like “cool.” and stayed up there on top of Suburban and hung out and talked to WD some more. 

A little while later we were going to leave. I hop off of Suburban, and then me, WD and VD hop in Vega and drive home. SD finishes up what she was doing and climbs in Suburban to follow us home.

When we get home, SD’s real angry and says, “Come here!” and points at Suburban’s windshield. Suburban's cracks had expanded and now look something like this. 

Me sitting on Suburban's roof had put enough pressure on his windshield to make his cracks worse. She got real mad at me for not listening to her but VD backed me up and said that he allowed me to stay up there.

If she hadn’t been a jerk to me so much through out my life, or at least had told me that sitting up there would hurt Suburban, I would have respected her and immediately hoped off. But she’s always been that way and she didn't tell me it would hurt him. How was I supposed to know that was going to happen? I had completely forgotten about the cracks and had no idea that Suburban couldn’t handle my weight.

And VD, the car guru of this family, said it was okay. He hadn’t thought about it too and just assumed, like I did, that she was being a crank pot again.

So, all of these things put together and summed up.. I ignored her demand to get off of Suburban and me sitting up there extended his cracks. Basically, I hurt him. Now that I have a job I plan to try to save up the money to replace his front cracked window, and his shattered back window as an apology..

Deep down. I feel like this plan is going to be more of an apology to Suburban than to her really. At least Suburban only hurt me once.

Only one. She’s way more of a softie than she lets on.

You could give her a high five and she’d smile. You could smile at her and she’d smile back, like, it really doesn’t take much.

She’s so gentle at her core, and it honestly isn’t hard to make it show. :}

As for the real life cars, Green Truck is repaired and is back on the road actually. His steering column has been successfully replaced and now my Volvo is sitting in his parking spot.

Green Truck actually picked me up from work two days as a matter of fact. It was pretty funny! I walked out thinking “Okay, look for Green Truck.” I look straight ahead and at the end of the row of cars sat a gigantic rusty green truck that poked out above the rest of the cars XD. He’s a big boy that’s for sure. 

Honda actually is broken down and in a shop last I heard.. hopefully she gets out soon. <:/

As for the characters, Green Trucks weak leg has been repaired and he can now be sent out on missions as a reliable soldier. This means that Red Van no longer has a confined-to-the-base-buddy unfortunately.. but at least Green Truck is feeling better. Mentally and physically.

Honda has been painting a lot more. Which is a.. good thing..? I mean, its her way of coping, but she’s been getting lost in the ink lately..

Daww you’re welcome. Just returning the favor! I’m sure you’ve sent me a virtual hug or two at some point. :}

😊🤗💕

Transformers: I... think it started a long time ago? Over the span of many years, every few months I would watch one of the Bayverse movies at random just because. I really liked the movies and sometime ago I was like “Okay. I love these movies and really want to know the story.”

So I rented all the movies and over the span of about maybe 2 weeks I watched every single Bayverse movie in order, also the Bumblebee movie. After that I wanted to watch one of the Transformers shows.

I picked Transformers: Prime because it was the only show that had an art style that I liked.. And now I’m here. I’m not done with the show yet. Drawing all of our cars as Transformers has always been an idea I’ve had. Officially getting onto the fandom was the little push I needed to make them a reality.

Gravity Falls: Sometime a long time ago after the show was completed, I stumbled into the fandom. I ended up really liking Stanford to the point I wanted to watch the show to learn more about him. So I did.

Pirates: Probably this disaster child, 👇

Hooo man is this an unreasonably controversial subject. My thoughts on the virus COMPLETELY ASIDE, lets take a look at how the not real members of team prime would react.

I think they would all react the same way honestly. They’d be pretty freaked out and worried. To them, they hear that there’s some virus going around the entire planet, that’s some pretty scary stuff. But its not like they can do anything about it to be honest.. So they would just worry, ask the humans every now and again if its gotten any better and just.. kind’a wait it out with them.

They would feel a little bad to think this way, but they have much more pressing matters to worry about. They would be upset to hear that humans all around the world are sick and stressed.. but so are they. What can they really do? <:/

Assuming that its FNAF 1 and everyone can actually play..

Suburban would be super nervous but determined to finish the game. After getting jump scared once he’d go,

Miata and Jeepy would probably be the only ones who actually enjoy the game, would beat it, and would want to play it again later.

Escort probably wouldn’t play at all. What's he trying to do? Give himself a second heart attack?? But if he had to.. he’d play for a bit, but would dip after the first jump scare.

Brown Suburban would play the game stone faced and only raise his eyebrows when he got jump scared. He would most likely beat the game. Also, his favorite character is Freddy Fazbear because for some reason the bear reminds him of himself. 

U.M.Dragster would jump into it without fear, but would freak out as he kept getting jump scared. He’s too stubborn to quit, so he would probably keep trying and eventually win.

A.T.Dragster wouldn’t like playing it probably, but she is just as stubborn as her brother and would keep going until she won.

Green Truck wouldn’t be able to beat the game and would get jump scared a lot. But at least he’s a great sport and would have fun doing it.

Vega: Y E E T  THE COMPUTER

Red Van would want to yeet the computer but is too gentle so she’d just freak out a lot.

White Truck would be scared the whole time but he’d give it his best shot. If he was determined enough he might just beat it, but probably not.

I feel like Beluga and Honda would be terrified and not be able to get past night 2. But hey, at least they both gave it their best shot right?

Ranger would probably shoot the computer after being jump scared.

Volvo would glitch slap the computer off the table. Scaring a medic is a big no no.

Bash Buggy couldn’t play because he cant see the screen. Buuuuuut, if he could see the screen.. he’d love the game and probably be the best at it. He would play it many times over again and would master the game pretty quickly.

Uhm.. I believe not, sorry. <:{

In Escort’s story, I have discussed three ships.

The first ship was the one he was traveling on with Red Van and Suburban.

The second ship was the one he was tortured on after being kidnapped from the first ship. This ship was supposed to be full of my Decepticon OCs. I.e, Reaper, Blue Truck, Zippy, etc. No real Decepticons were supposed to be on it so.. no Bonecrusher. <:/

Then the third ship is the one that rescued him. It was an Autobot cargo ship that had more of my OCs on it. I.e Brown Suburban, Bash Buggy, Honda, the Dragsters etc.

So... no he wasn’t on any of Escorts ships.. <:/

Oh, so he’s friendly? Well then yeah they’d like a hug!

I just saw the clip of him trying to kill Optimus and assumed he wouldn’t be too friendly. .

And sorry for not remembering him! <:{ Its been a long time since I watched the Bayverse movies and I never heard his name before... Not gonna lie though, his alt mode is pretty friggin cool.

Like, just  L O O K  at it! Noice. 👌

I don’t know if this is what you need to hear, but do it. I don’t care if the drawing is “bad” or “ugly”. Its fanart of my characters, which shows me that you love and appreciate them.

If you want to draw fanart but are afraid of being made fun of, then you don’t have to draw anything. But if you do, know that I will love and gush over what ever you make me. No matter how “bad” it is. :} ♡

Escorts Ducky is named “Escorts Ducky”. :}

And in case you were wondering, Suburban's Ducky is named “Suburban’s Ducky.” :}