#my write

[owlmoonboi]

Red. Red is a colour of many things. Red is the colour of roses. A beautiful flower which symbolises love but within its beauty at its centre is thorns. Get your close and you risk touching the darkness that bleeds from its core.

I could write more about the colour red but it’s hurting my hands too much as they are covered in guts. I just hope these cuts I bled from pain I inflicted upon myself will not come back and that I realise cutting myself will not stop my emotional pain. Though I don’t think I’ll ever stop cutting myself since after all I love the colour red and some things you just can’t help.

Decode the message in red

[celestial-mean-girls]

various (incomplete) writings for my versions of the Daycare Attendant, Moony and Sunny

(reference, shown without their ribbons/bells bc Oops lol)

(here are some design notes, and other pieces/lore can be found in their tags 'sunny' 'moony' and 'robolore' below :)!)

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KIDS ASK THE DARNDEST THINGS :)

“Sunny?”

“Yes, brightshine?”

“How do you work?”

Sunny paused and blinked down at the inquisitive little girl at his side. “How do I work?”

“Yeah; you’re a robot, right?”

“Uh huh!”

“So how do you work?”

Sunny giggled, squatted down to her level, and whimsically bloomed his turquoise-tipped fingers like flower petals before her face. “I’m made of what engineers call magic!”

She giggled loudly. “No you’re not!” she brashly accused through her big grin, drawing shocked body language out of the animated machine so overt and silly that the sight only made her squeal in amusement. “You’re a computer!”

“I’m a computer?!” Sunny gasped, clutching the lunar-themed sensor on his chest. “What?! Really??”

“Hehe, YEAH!”

“Nobody told ME that!! Oh, NO! I thought I was a ROBOT!!” the caretaker wailed, dropping right off his haunches and onto the floor with a plop. His hood went boof ‘round his head in response to the hard and sudden impact, the sight of which sent the child into another giggly fit. “You mean I’ve been LIED TO??”

The histrionics were starting to draw attention from the other kids and one of the adult handlers. Curiosity had them wandering over to see what the fuss was about, while Sunny continued to cartoonishly mourn, “I’m really NOT magic??”

“Noooo, you’re magic! You’re magic!” a couple children chimed in, rushing to console the robot. “She’s lying! You’re magic!”

“Oh, I don’t know what to believe!” The Attendant dropped his flat face into his hands, the little ones patting his shoulders and flinging themselves upon him in comfort. “They told me I’m magic, but— but if I’m a computer—“

A boy piped up, projecting his voice over the din. “Computers are magic!” 

Sunny dropped his hands and looked hopefully to the boy at his right. “Yeah? You promise??”

“Of course!” the outspoken six-year-old declared with all the confidence in the world. “You don’t even LOOK like a computer!”

A chorus of voices began to agree, prompting Sunny give a great sigh of relief, his body lifting and folding like a coiled spring. “WHEW! Wow! I guess you’re right; I sure don’t! I’m shaped like a human, not a box.. is that right?”

“YEAH! You don’t look like a box! You look like a human!” the children enthusiastically concurred, their various validations overlapping. 

“Well!” their playtime friend said, starting to get to his feet, “Hearing that, I feel a whole lot better—“

“But you’re a COMPUTER!” the girl from afore insisted, just as he was almost at full height. “You’re made of all metal!”

Sunny’s immobile face seemed to gawk. “I’m made of all METAL?!” Flying his pretty bicolored hands to his hood, the animatronic proceeded to clutch the excessive fabric umbrella with no small amount of turmoil, tugging on it as he once again let out a dramatic wail. “Oh, NO!!” 

The clamor of giggles and shouts became auditory mashed potato whilst their devoted carer sank to the floor all over again. Sunny was quickly mauled by their excited, worried hands, his distraught suffocated in the children’s wholesome attempts to hug the problem all better. He happily played along of course, welcoming their consolations with literal open arms and kind words. 

His children - his little Sundrops - were so sweet. 

But a bit of trouble was brewing on the sidelines. A small tiff was beginning to break out between the innocent instigator and the boy who’d challenged her. To the rescue today was Assistant Charlene, already kneeling between them to de-escalate and try to help them talk it out, to some marginal success. 

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(IMPORTANT NOTE: Sunny and Moony are one bot. however, they are NOT programmed as brothers, nor do they consider themselves to be; but they ARE lovers.)

NESTING TIME 🥺

Kassim watched Moony soar from one silken drape to the next with elegance and grace. He likened the robot to Tarzan - if Tarzan were a ballerina. It was after hours, and his shift had ended half an hour ago. Moony would begin patrols in two hours, but for now, he was collecting. 

The embodiment of the great Northern Lights swooped down from his sky. Five glowing fingertips nabbed an overstuffed fringe pillow from the security desk, then the animatronic scaled the cloth rope again, making away for the tented tower on the other side of the room. 

“Whatcha doin’, Moony?” called out his assistant. 

There was a response, but Kassim couldn’t hear it. That was the problem with Moony: he was so hard to hear. Programming dictated his volume control auto-set to a whisper, which was appropriate for a nap time caretaker; however, it did mean that trying to have a conversation with him without being in close proximity could be difficult. 

He had to wait. Sure enough, Moony returned, and lowered himself down to Kassim’s level. “Nesting,” he softly spoke. The young man peered into Moony’s swirly purple eye. 

“Nesting?”

“Nesting.”

“You’re building a nest?”

“Yes.”

His face scrunched confusion. “Wh.. why?”

“Shouldn’t you be going home?”

Kassim smirked. “Why are you evading the question?”

The purple cyclone rolled in its socket. He was sure Moony would’ve stuck out his tongue if he could, or had one. “Because we like to rest,” Moony lightly snipped, folding his arms. “I know you don’t possibly get it, but we like to nest together.”

Kassim sure didn’t get how a single bot could “nest together” with essentially itself, but he went off the remark anyhow. "

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[starryeyesmasc]

casting this one out to the lesbians in the wild, i might do some short sapphic nsft writings,,,,any requests?

[goatderman]

Aftermath, a BigGri story

"I cant- I just, I need to be alone, I'm sorry I need to be alone!"

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Bigbst4tz felt like he could finally take a satisfying breath. After their fight and unhelpful 'therapy' session, Ren logged off and who knew when he would be back. Bigb wasn't... ecstatic that Ren was this heartbroken, but he definitely felt happy for himself.

Something nagged at him after Ren's outfit change. Something Martyn-y, and he didn't like it. Besides, he wasn't the initiator in this secret admirer business, he just... accepted it. He couldn't help it if he was attractive!

Not to mention he had basically been right, what with Ren admitting he left and made an alliance with Martyn! And Pearl! And had the audacity to call it the 'Broken Hearts Club'. Maybe he did deserve to break Ren's heart since the dog was so determined to have it broken.

Maybe he should break it more.

"Grian can you come to Box?" Bigb whispered to his admirer. He didn't know or care what Scar was up to as long as he didn't follow Grian to Box. As long as Ren was logged-off, and Scar did whatever Scar's do when they need to be distracted, he and Grian could at least have a real conversation.

Grian whispered: 'omw'

The three little characters made his heart flutter as he dashed to his beloved Box and his real soulmate.

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"Love what you've done with the face," a cocky bird piped up from the main entrance.

"Gri! Up here, third floor!" Bigb called back, giving his handiwork a once-over before hiding the pendant behind his back.

Grian crested the top of the ladder and smiled at his secret soulmate. "Why'd Ren log off? Giving us some privacy?" He asked suggestively, wiggling his eyebrow, but the light blush betrayed the true excitement underneath.

"Oh you know, trouble in paradise, he went to the broken hearts club beacuse I told him I met with some 'secret admirer' he doesn't know," Bigb tried to laugh it off, but waved it away. "What's Scar up to?"

"Ughhhhh," Grian groaned, "If I die here I promise not to kill you, but he's trying to sell sand to the Relation Ship. He should be busy for awhile." His eyes suggested he wanted to do something more interesting than talk about their soulbonds with the limited time they had.

"Well, I should give you this now so you don't loose it," B held out his hand, a nervous smile across his face. "Don't laugh,"

Grian pulled himself up the ladder and opened his hands. Bigbst4tz placed the wooden charm in the bird's awaiting palm and Grian gasped as he realized what it was.

A wooden cookie, shaped like a heart- a stereotypical cartoon heart, but still had a hole, made of oak with dark oak chocolate chunks. There was a small iron hook attached to a necklace of leather.

"I love it," he whispered awestruck at the quality. How it was so smooth he had no idea, but a a chunk was so soft as he thumbed over it, he almost wanted to rub his whole face on it.

"And I have the matching part!" Bigb pulled out his own necklace, the same leather strap and iron hook, but holding onto a strange piece of wood. He silently stepped closer and held the cookie heart, fitting his pendant into the hole of Grian's pendant perfectly.

Grian could have cried, but instead rushed forward, capturing Bigb's mouth in a passionate kiss, wrapping his arms around the taller man's neck.

Grian pulled back, "I love it," He smiled widely, handing B's piece back before slipping on the necklace. He let out a high-pitched noise of glee as he tucked it into the collar of his turtleneck, before recapturing Bigb in another chaste kiss.

Bigb melted into the kiss and embrace, letting his thoughts float away from his hectic evening and focus on the parrot hybrid in front of him. He carefully placed his hands on Grian's hip and shoulder, feeling Grian smile against him before he pulled them closer, nudging himself between Bigb's legs and forcing B to sit on the edge of a double chest.

Bigb smiled and let the man guide him, completely willing to follow whatever lead Grian wanted to take him as long as they didn't stop making out. He gasped when Grian brushed against his semi hard, his hands starting to wander from B's neck.

One hand slipped just under the hem of his sweatshirt, while the other held onto soft hair at the base of his skull. They deepened their kisses, Grian's tounge slipping into his mouth and dragging against his own, tilting his head and slowly dragging his hand up B's side.

Bigb gasped and groaned at the smaller man's actions, breathing out a laugh as he pulled away just enough to press their forheads together. They glanced into each other's eyes, seeing the want and lack of regret reciprocated, they instantly went back to kissing passionately, B holding onto Grian's jaw before the bird pulled back once again, only to continue kissing the larger man down his chin, his throat, to his collarbone.

Bigb turned his head and exposed his throat, and as much as he didn't want to say anything, or even care at this point, he couldn't stop himself. He had to be honest. "No marks,"

Grian nodded, but more used the motion as an excuse to nuzzle the column of B's throat, leaving soft quick kissed that wouldn't leave a mark. Unless...

"What if it's where neither of you can see it?" Grian asked deviously, tilting his head up and tapping the flat space under his chin.

Bigb laughed, shaking his head, "I think that'd only work if I wasn't taller than most of the server," He kissed Grian's unamused face, "Good try though."

Grian rolled his eyes, but resumed kissing the other, letting his hands wander, finding his way to both sides of Bigb's chest and groping the firm muscles underneath the sky blue sweater.

Bigb wrapped his arms around Grian's shoulders this time, along with using one leg to pull the shorter man closer. Grian let out a shuddering breath as their groins grazed, before he canted forward and wrapped his arm around B's waist.

once again they deepened the kiss, tounges dancing and grinding against each other. Fingers tangled in soft golden hair as a hand found and brushed against a clothed nipple. Grian took the tightened grip to his hair as a 'go ahead' and pressed firmly onto Bigb's chest, thumb purposely searching for the sensitive nub and the other hiked the cute blue sweater up.

He could feel Bigb moving to accommodate taking off his sweater when the man suddenly gasped like he just broke from a 30ft free dive, just as their comms dings at the same time.

"Ren's back," they said at the same time. One said the words with disappointment while the other just sounded frustrated.

Sure enough, 'Renthedog Is Online' was sent to everyone and sadly, Grian forced himself away from Box, away from his secret soulmate, and back to the Red Velver Keep, with his unwanted soulbond and his frustration at being interrupted by a soulbound once again.

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end/ hope you enjoyed my little drabble! kissing is hard to write its so embarrassing 😳

[pictureswithboxes]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: F/F Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney Relationships: Ayasato Mayoi | Maya Fey/Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma & Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth Ayasato Mayoi | Maya Fey & Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright background wrightworth Minor or Background Relationship(s) some shingou if you squint Characters: Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma Ayasato Mayoi | Maya Fey Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright Karuma Gou | Manfred von Karma other characters to be tagged as they become relevent

Summary:

“And yet, a simple knife could cut it and it was gone. Franziska wondered then, just whether or not these strings were really so special. If a knife cut her finger, she would not cease to exist, would she? She’d fallen down the stairs and scraped up her knees, only to survive to see the next day. But this mythical string, something that is considered so sacred, so eternal, was so easy to destroy. Was it even needed?"

Chapter 2 is up.

[faeriekit]

"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

[thesefallenembers]

the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.

if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[the-overanalyst]

it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.

[yeehawpim]

a comic about fix-it fanfics

[who-canceled-roger-rabbit]

Some spins on the "mostly male team with a token woman" trope:

The woman is trans and stayed in her old circle of bros even after transition

The woman is the only one in her circle of "girls" who didn't turn out to be a trans man

[owlmoonboi]

I always have the same dream.

When I wake up I scream.

I am in a car and you’re driving.

You try to stop at the traffic lights but the car keeps going. You try to swerve but the car won’t.

Another car heads towards us.

It ends in flames.

We are rushed to hospital.

Your shirt stained with blood.

The last thing I heard you say was “my love”.

You need stitches in three different places.

The doctors say there is nothing wrong with my heart but it will forever be bleeding since this time when I woke up from the dream I woke up in hospital and you were covered by a sheet.

I just hope you know you’ll be missed forever.

[celestial-mean-girls]

old old art but this was doing some personality conceptualizing (wherein Moony is being A Jerk and playing Key Keepaway with Sunny, who HATES heights) and recently i've been thinking abt what if those two got their own bodies

and y'know. you'd never get Moony down from the silks ever again LMAO you'd have to remotely put him on sleep mode and neither are gonna like that very much

(CONTEXT: while Same Body/Same Robot, there's a personality glitch in each AI. Sunny loves being on the floor, but really, REALLY dislikes climbing any higher than one tier of the playgyms, and is generally afraid of heights.

but on the other hand (or AI, ha), Moony HATES being on the floor, and is even afraid of it!! it makes for quite the comedic scramble both ways for either the floor or the silks when they change.

which is why the picture above is SUCH a Dick Move on Moony's part, LOL)

but with Moony always up in the silks, he's literally got one of the best views of the entire nest, the whole Daycare, which is super great. even the outside!! he can see parents come in, monitor birthday parties or passerbys, etc etc. and he can also play and swing with the kids whenever :) (there are many silk "stations" and they can be manipulated and lowered as he needs)

though they would just be REALLY REALLY CUTE all the time with Moony soaring/"swimming"/gliding/chilling in the air/etc keeping watch and also coming down for a chat or a hug or whatnot. helping out. helping clean up. Causing Problems™️. getting robot kisses from Sunny. The Works©️™️

tho ofc this would also constitute a total appearance re-haul LMAO. they won't have need for the hood to hide the other/inactive side of the face, and they wouldn't need the light sensors on their chests anymore. they could keep them (or swap them, so the lunar sensor is on Moony and the sunbeam is on Sunny now) for decoration, but. Who Knows. Who's To Say

we just know Fazbear Entertainment wouldn't reaaaallly be down with spending all that money on new Daycare Attendant robots when the singular persona-changing one works just fine, haha, right?

.. r-right..??

.. uh oh.

[striving-artist]

The best piece of advice I ever got was not meant as advice, but as an edict. If I was going to threaten people as a joke, it had to be so far out of proportion with what happened that it would be obvious I was joking. This changed how I expressed frustration with others. It then changed how I expressed frustration with myself.

Not “I’m going to hit you” but “I am going to buy a tuna sub from the gas station and hide it under the seat of your car”

Not “I’m going to kill myself” but “I am going to walk into the desert and let the scarabs take me”

The other side then happened. When I mess something up, instead of saying it’s bad and perpetuating negative thoughts, swing hard the other way.

Not “this art is terrible” but “this shall be framed and mounted on the wall in my museum exhibition as testament to the suffering I had to overcome”

Have been doing this since high school. It was my drama teacher who asked me to please stop scaring the actors. The other half of the edict was that I had to say it in a polite tone, and end it with either please or thank you.

Life changing. 10/10 Mr Muëller. Highly reccomend.

[i-will-write]

[monsoon-of-art]