#sending appologies

[buggiebite]

Now, Just a Memory

Primrose Everdeen. Forever thirteen.

[lumielwinchester]

So I heared Larian Studios made one sigular Asterion body pillow

or you know ....

;)

[dnfity]

I'm so inconsistent with these I'm sorry 😭 

Have you met any members of the dteam? If yes, how? If not, would you want to? -💖

no i havent bc i live in the midwest and theyre never gonna come here 👎. tbh i think i would explode if i met any of dteam casually my ideal situaltion would be to meet them during some type of event where i wont feel awkward asking them for a picture

[billiesguitar]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐄𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 ←last part || next part→

Fuckboy!Billie x Nerdy!Reader

- Part 2 || Au masterlist ||

Warnings - Billie slightly manipulating reader,short chapter,mentions of sex (no smut tho)

As soon as Billie left the room, I began to regret everything. what the hell was I thinking? I hastily put my clothes on and head back to my dorm, making sure to leave that orange post-it on her bed.

a week passes and i hadn't heard from her. Thank God. I made a point to rush past her in the halls and cafeteria, I regreted everything and genuinely didn't want to talk about it or hear about it ever.

But one evening, when I was studying in the library, I felt a presence behind me. I looked up and there she was, her dark hair in a messy bun and those piercing eyes staring straight into my soul. She had her hands in her pocket, leaning against the bookshelf.

"hm, funny seeing you here." she says with a smirk.

I roll my eyes and continue my reading, pretending she's not there. But she doesn't leave, she sits next to me, her leg brushing against mine.

"You've been avoiding me." she says, her voice low and teasing.

"I have not," I reply, trying to keep my cool.

"Yes, you have," she counters, "why?"

"Because, Billie, that was a mistake." I whisper, "please don't tell anyone," I beg.

"wh-" I cut her off, "promise me you wont tell anyone,"

She leans closer, "Why should I?"

"Because, I'd rather not draw that type of attention to myself." I reply, my voice shaking slightly.

"What do you mean, 'that type of attention', what kind of attention?" she asks, her smirk growing.

"You know what I mean," I mutter through gritted teeth.

she smirks, "no I don't, care to explain?"

"fuck you." I pick up my things and rush out of the library, ignoring her laughter.

she follows me out, "Okay okay, I'm sorry, I promise I won't tell anyone," she says, "But you know you liked it."

I roll my eyes at her and head back to my dorm to continue studying in peace.

The next day, I'm in my dorm when my phone buzzes, it's a text from a number I don't recognize. "What number is your dorm?" It's Billie, I know it is. I ignore it, pretending not to know who it is. my phone buzzes again

"It's Billie, we need to talk." I sigh, what could she possibly want? I decide to text back "about what?" "about what happened that night" I groan and text back "What do you want to talk about?" "I want to see you again, to appologize."

I think about it for a moment before finally replying, "Fine." "the door number?" I send it to her, and immediately regret it.

Within minutes, there's a knock on my door. I take a deep breath before opening it to find Billie standing there in a hoodie and some shorts.

"Hey," she says, her eyes searching my face for a reaction.

"Hi," I reply, stepping aside to let her in.

Her eyes scan the room before landing on me again. "So, about that night." she starts.

"I don't want to talk about it," I say, trying to sound firm.

"Why not?" she asks, sitting on my bed.

"Because it was a mistake," I repeat, "I don't do that sort of thing."

"What, have sex?" she scans my face again, "or have sex with a girl?"

I blush, "Both, I guess." I look up at her, "I guess, I'm not ready for everyone to know that I'm, y'know…"

"Gay?" she finishes for me.

I nod, feeling embarrassed.

"You don't have to be ashamed," she says, "It's who you are."

"I know," I murmur, "But I'm not ready to tell everyone."

"That's okay," she says, her voice soft, "I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to."

We sit in silence for a moment before she speaks again, "But I'm not going to lie, I want to see you again."

My heart skips a beat, "Why?"

"You're interesting."

"Billie-"

she cuts me off, "doesn't have to be sexual if you don't want. just friends?" she flashes me a seemingly genuine smile, and I stupidly fall for it.

"Okay," I say, "but no funny business."

"Scout's honor," she says, holding up two fingers.

We sit and talk for hours, about everything and nothing. We watch movies, she makes fun of my love for romance, and I tease her about her love for horror. And somehow, we find ourselves lying on the bed, our heads on the same pillow, watching the sun rise.

It's comfortable, being around her, and I find myself forgetting the fear and embarrassment I felt that night.

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[heartkaji]

★ ALVINNN !! ⸺ AND THE WINBRE BOYS ?!

synopsis ୨ৎ : relationship dynamics i think the winbre boys would have based on the chipmunks & chipettes

notes ୨ৎ : had this idea while rewatching alvin & the chip-munks with my baby brother </3 missed this show sm

❤︎ TOGAME JO — SIMON & JEANETTE

stay with me here.

i don’t mean simon & jeanette in the sense that two of you are nerds or anything. when i think simon and jeanette, i think emotionally mature simon and anxious girlfriend jeanette who’s always in need of simon’s reassurance ( they’re so cute i want to eat them )

it’s like that with you and jo. togame is more mature and the bigger person in every situation. he never lets you two go to bed angry, and he’ll appologize first, even in times when he thinks he’s not in the wrong. togame also NEVER raises his voice. never ever. i can’t imagine him & yelling in the same sentence. so even in heated arguments where you’re screaming and crying with mascara running down your cheeks togame stays gentle and quiet, fingers pressed into his palm so tight he’s nearly bleeding because god you’re crying and he has no fucking idea what he can say to help you calm down. he doesn’t even care about what you guys were fighting about anymore, he just needs you to feel better. ( GODDDD WHERE IS MY TOGAME 😭⁉️)

anxious attachment girlies your time has come

with togame your anxiety is never triggered. you have his location and all his passwords, and he’s 100% not the kind of guy who asks for yours in return. he also calls you to let you know when he’ll be running late. i wish i could lie and tell you he doesn’t leave you on read, but he canonically doesn’t text. he has a custom ringtone just for your contact though, so often times he’ll call you in response or send you a voice message. either way you’ll get some kind of answer, togame isn’t into ignoring you in any shape or form.

NEVER EVER disrespects you, and I’m not talking verbal disrespect or anything like that. i mean togame doesn’t like pictures of any woman other than you on his instagram, doesn’t borrow girls his jacket even to be polite, doesn’t help them pay—he’s your walking wallet only. he would never ever be caught dead doing anything that could cause someone to mistake him as being close to any girl other than you. he’s so perfect it’s insane.

togame also isn’t into playing games. he communicates anything and everything he’s uncomfortable with and sets boundaries in the sweetest possible manner. “i dont like it when you do that, baby. you can do this instead, okay ?” he says all of this while thumbing your cheek and pressing his lips to your forehead . he encourages you to commmunicate with him as well. if you’re more on the shy side and struggle with setting boundaries, it’s cool because togame does it for you. if he does something and notices a change in your demeanor, he makes a mental note to never do it again. he doesn’t voice out his observations though, he knows you so he knows your first reaction would be to deny that you’re uncomfortable. when it comes to communication, he’ll never press you, but he always makes it clear that he’s ready to listen when you’re ready to talk.

boyfriend rating : ∞/10 ; better not break up with him, this man is one in a billion.

❤︎ AKIHIKO NIREI — THEODORE & ELEANOR

i think this was very obvious LMAOO

i feel like a lot of people think of theo and eleanor as the sunshine duo, but theodore is actually pretty soft and shy. the dynamic between them is much like i described for simon and jeanette, except here the roles are reversed.

theodore is extremely talented, has lots of potential really, but is always putting himself down, much like nirei. you play eleanor, always encouraging nirei to think better of himself and put himself out there, even when he thinks it’s a terrible idea.

i feel nirei, like theodore, always overcompensates. i mean he feels he’s not worthy of you so he always goes out of his way to make you a little something, give you a little gift, just anything to make him feel like he’s not dead weight tying you down in this relationship with him. he’ll never tell you he feels this way & so you’ll never know & be able to reassure him or tell him otherwise, but when you smile with blood tinged nose and kiss his cheeks in appreciation like he’s the only boy on earth, he thinks that’s all the reassurance he needs.

if you have avoidant attachement issues i am respectfully asking you to stay the hell away from him. HE CANNOT HANDLE IT. your constant hot and cold drives him crazy and affects him more than the average person. nirei is someone who loves and feels deeply. he’ll overthink even the smallest things, whether that’s you leaving him on read or a comment about how clingy he is. like i said nirei overcompensates, so when he’s more comfortable in the relationship he gets very affectionate; not in terms of physical touch ( he still needs you to initiate that most of the time, the best he can give by himself are hugs ) but in terms of words of affirmation, acts of service and gift giving. if you comment on how he’s been doing too much for you these days, even if you’re speaking from a place of ’you’re doing so much for me, you should take some time for yourself’, he’ll misinterpret it as you getting sick of him. he tries to tone his acts of affection down, but then he’s plagued with the fear of you leaving him because he’s not doing enough. it’s an endless cycle :( my poor baby please treat him well </3

boyfriend rating : 5.5/10. i fear his insecurity & trouble comunicating makes dating him difficult, and his constant need for reassurance can get suffocating.

❤︎ ENDO YAMATO — ALVIN & BRITTANY

when i think alvin and brittany i think teasing ( but whipped ) boyfriend and done with his antics girlfriend.

that’s you and endo one hundred percent. endo yamoto is always up to no good, making cheeky comments or hiding your stuff just to rile you up and get a reaction out of you. you’re so fucking done with him—you don’t even know why you’re still dating this bastard but on midsummer days when endo decides to be more boy less devil you’re reminded ( just a little ) of why you love him.

endo yamoto has his sweet moments. of course it’s obvious he worships you like a god, but you often forget because of his troublesome nature. endo yamato is always thinking of you. it’s evident in how he always comes home with one or two trinkets that reminded him of you, whether it’s something he saw in the window of an antique shop or a pretty rock with colors that match your eyes.

endo is also very clingy. when you’re doing your makeup, getting ready to go out, endo tugs you out of your vanity chair and sits down so he can pull you into his lap, arms snug around your waist as he buries his nose into your neck. the feeling of his breath warm against your shoulder blades is distracting and it’s even worse when he’s dragging his lips across your skin. you knock his head with a makeup brush to get him to pull away even if just for a second, but he only responds with a grunt before his palm trails it’s way up & under your shirt.

yeah, he’s fucking impossible.

but it’s endearing. also did i mention he’s constantly teasing you ? he’s your own personal bully. but god forbid someone tries to make a fool out of you. if it’s a girl, he hurls the most gruesome insults he can think of, and if it’s a guy, lets just say the local hospital is gonna be taking in one more patient tonight ( he is UNHINGED, but we love him regardless )

boyfriend rating : 7/10. he’s a good boyfriend, but can get pretty possessive and extreme sometimes. also he often hurts your feelings on accident </3

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[astr0exe]

MWAH MWAH MWAH!!!🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

could I req a graves ftm user pup play fic? :333

have a great day/night!! 🫶🫶🫶

MWAH !! i appologize for falling off of the face od the earth but this is soooo yes😭😭

// CW : tm!reader , puppy play , praise , master (used once) , ownership kink (i think thats it please tell me if its not!!))

the way you are sat, kneeling between Graves’ legs can’t help but turn him on your pretty little eyes gazing up at him as you display the collar around your neck proudly.. it just sends shivers up his spine and he cant get enough

the kisses are intoxicating as his teeth tease the skin of your neck, just above the pretty collar, a sign of his ownership over you.. his little puppy, his fingers delving into your boxers to tease your swollen cock, the moans leaving your mouth making Graves groan nearly silently

his deft fingers working their way into your sopping hole, such a silly puppy getting so wet for him ,, such a good boy :)

the sound of your arousal bounces off of the walls with your moans mixing in, to Graves it almost sounds like heaven when he finally enters his large cock into you, one hand on your hip the other feeling the fur of your tail as his hips piston, bullying your tight little hole:(

your whimpers are so sweet and precious as his dick presses tightly against your walls, as if in a vice but he loves it, the way your hole just doesnt want him to leave.. such a good boy for your master

[lingeriae]

SESSION 32 BY SUMMERWALKER FT ONYANKOPON

synopsis - it's time to move on from ony. idea from this ask!

warnings- cursing, angst, no happy ending (for ony), reader does not end up with ony! insecurties, toxi relationships ig, reader is black and female! few gramar errors.

"i think it's better if we end it."

it's silent as the word leaves your lips, and it slowly kills you and wishes that you were back to screaming like you were a minute before those words left your lips. you don't look at him instead you look down at your feet, afraid to meet his eyes which causes you to miss the way his face shifts to one of panic before it goes blank, you didn't mean that. nah of course you didn't. his hands that were once clenched into fist at his sides relaxes.

"that what you want?" you slowly shift your gaze to look up at him, rubbing your lips together before nodding, your heart squeezing as he gazes at you with a blank look and an unreadable expression on his face.

he always did that, hide his emotions. and it always fustrated the fuck out of you. you could never tell how he was feeling, and he would never tell you either, there were brief moments he would be vunerable but as quickly as it came was as quickly it vanished. it always led to a lot of arguements, that were resolved with a simple appology and tender touches.

not this time though.

you could feel the atmosphere shift as he looked down at you, his jaw clenching and his breathing became faster and harsher before it slowed, and his jaw relaxed.

"ight." and with that four letter word he was brushing past you into the bedroom, your lips parting and your chest tightening. spinning on your heels you turned to watch him, vision getting blurry when you realized he had a bag in his hand, collecting all of his stuff and shoving it into his bag. your mouth suddenly felt dry, and you stopped breathing, the tears fell down your face as if it were a river with no ends.

"s-so that's just it? we done?" your voice cracks, and onyankopon doesn't even blink, muttering under his breath about where one of his socks with his back turned to you. when he finally turns to look at you, he shakes his head and snorts. "I don't know what to tell you, bruh."

he walks past you, being careful not to touch you and the gesture causes you to blink back more tears, your hand moves to hold on to him. to beg him to stay. but your body doesn't move as you watch him walk out the front door, slamming it behind him.

it takes you two minutes of silence, blinking at the door infront you, to realize that onyankopon, the love of your life was gone. gone with just a blink of an eye, not turning back and not even hestitating.

fuck, he didn't even try to stay.

multiple emotions take over you all at once. sadness, anger, hurt, remorse, regret. you couldn't even feel the tears running down your face or the sob that caused your body to shake, not even there when crys after crys left your swollen lips and your knees buckle under you, unknown to the fact that a certain male stood outside of your door rubbing his beard with his hands with his eyebrows drawn together. a nagging feeling in the back of his head telling him to run back inside and go comfort you, to go fix this. but with a shake of his head he quickly dismissed the thoughts.

you wanted this, if you wanted to change that you knew where to come find him, right? with these thoughts in mind, ony sniffs before walking away from the door. walking away from you.

it takes one month.

one month for you to finally try to get over him. three weeks to finally block him and stop stalking his shit, two weeks to stop sending him messages he never replies to, and a couple of days to stop calling him with tears in your eyes and a bottle of henessy in your hand.

packing his stuff into a box you unload it into your car with a huff, deciding that it's time you finally gave it back even though your heart screamed at you no to. you couldn't call him, seeing as how you blocked him on everything, and you doubt he hadn't done the same. if it was one thing ony was, it was defininetly petty.

hopping into your car, you encourage yourself that this was for the best and that you had moved on from the 7 month relationship you and ony had. of course you had. inhaling deeply, you turned on your car and put in ony's address, nibbling your bottom lip as you begin to drive praying that this would go exactly as you hoped it would.

as you pulled up at ony's house, you stood in the car for a moment, trying to calm down your heart which raced in anticipation and anxiety. your fingers gripped the stairing wheel of your car,and you slowly inhaled and exhaled while closing your eyes before pushing open your car door and taking the box out from the back. you walked up the steps that lead to ony's house, and your heart suddenly started racing again as you neared to the door, your legs also begining o feel a little weak.

with one last prayer, you placed the box down and rung the door bell. at the sounds of footsteps, you contemplated running back to your car, and pressing the brakes, but it was too late as the door opened. holding your breath, you prepared yourself to be greeted by the handsome face that belonged to your man--ehem ex-man, only to see a lightskinned female with blonde butterfly locs.

your heart sank as you stared at the woman, eyeing her pretty looks and curves, a nose ring handing prettily from her left nostril and--oh. aint that one of ony's shirts? your eyes suddenly stung, and your nibble on your bottom lips to try and ignore it. she blinked at you, tilting her head before speaking, smiley shinning in the sun as she spoke. "uh, can I help you?"

"n-nah, I just came to drop off somethings for ony." you curse yourself in your hea for stuttering, mustering up your best smile to which she just raised an eyebrow at, blinking at you again.

"mmm, well ony's asleep right now, and he aint tell me bout," she looked you up and down and smacked her lips together. "you."

your eye twitched at her, and your eyebrows drew together wondering if it would be alright if you bopped her in her mouth, before shaking your head with another smile. "he wasn't expecting me, he'll know who it's from." you don't say anything more before turning and walking away, making sure your ass jiggled with each step so she knew what an actual ass looked like, you feel her eyes boring holes into the back of your head all the way to your car, driving off you feel yourself let out a breath you didnt know you were holding.

ony moved on. you thought, a sudden emotion that you were very familiar with overcoming you.

it had just been a month, and he moved on, while you just barely managed to stop crying over him. did he even care? did he even love you? how long has he been talking to that girl? was it before or after? your overthinking only grew worse as you reached your house, the tears you were holding back before immediately came down as you closed your house door.

how could he? act as if your relationship meant nothing? how could he not feel anything?

you didn't even realize you had took out your phone, unblocking his contact and clicking the call icon. waiting with baited breaths as it rang, one, two, three--it never stopped ringing. you try again, biting your bottom lip and closing your eyes, only it goes straight to voice male. with a shaky exhale you try texting him, eyes lighting up when he reads it a minute later, waiting anxiously for his reply.

and you wait ten minutes, still no text from him.

as stupid as it was, that was the moment you realized that ony didn't care as much as you did. maybe he cared, maybe he didn't but not as much as you cared for him.

not as much as you loved him.

and that fact alone broke you. you should've known it would've been like this, why would he try to come back? why would he show you love when he had know fucking idea what love is? when it was so fucking clear he didn't hurt as much as you. when he showed no remorse or tried to change when you begged him to.

it takes you one month, to realize that as much as you loved onyankopon, you had to let go, and it takes you three more months to fully get over him.

and it takes him six months to realize that he's regrets everything, the break-up, the fights. everything. he regrets not fixing it, not listening to you, not trying hard enough.

he regrets it all, and that's why he kocks on your door. desperation in his heart, and a hopeful look on his face.

you love him, right? you'll listen. (?)

ony towers over you, chocolate eyes that now had small but visible bags resting under them looked down at you, and his lips that were usually moist and smooth were now a little dry and chapped, as if hearing your thoughts he licked them, thrusting his chin up in a quick motion. "can we talk?"

the grip you had on the door tightened, and you blinked at him wondering if this was real or if you were tripping. your eyes looked him up down, pausing on his head where you noticed that he needed to trim. which was something unusual when it came to ony, because he always makes sure his hair looks good. after a moment you nod your head, meeting his eyes. "yeah, ill text you."

you watch as ony lips part before you close the door in his face. sighing you walk back into your room, a smile appearing on your face at the sight of your girlfriend on your bed, her sharp silver eyes moving from her phone screen to you. "who was at the door?" mikasa asked, she hummed as you kissed her lips, settling against her chest.

"jus someone I used to know."

[ghrgrsfdesfrfg]

My first story with dialogues, i hope you will all like it.

I apologize in advance if it's bad.

word count: 1902

-Kidnapping, threats of violence on both sides, ending the day on some wholesome ideas like dancing.

-not proof read, probably some grammar mistakes and i appologize for them

-request open but i take a long time to write but don't hesitate to ask for something if you want.

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Mysterious disappearance

It was a normal day for Stitchen, as normal as a day can be in the abandoned factory.

“Highscore !” a voice esclaimed, echoing through the labs of Stitch-a-toy. “Drella, Nurse ! I finally beat my own score ! Come see this !” Stitchen called but no one answered.

Puzzled, he called again but no response. “Drella I know you’re around, come out !”

“Nurse… ? Anyone ?” This time Stitchen was worried, his sidekicks would’ve answered yet something was wrong, he knew it.

He left his small arcade room and checked his journal, hoping to find a possible answer to where they could’ve gone, he flipped through the pages until he landed on this day. “Bingo ! I simply sent them on a scavenging mission, how silly of me. I really need to remember these missions”

Disturbingly he knew there was something more, he sent them on a mission yet no animatronics returned, why did he even send them to begin with ? Drella and Nurse were better protected in the Game Station…

Did someone get them ? Are they safe ? Is it the Prototype who’s behind this ?

“Metal guy, I need your help ! Now !” He screamed into the Bron-phone “Please, answer me !”

Statics for a while, he tried again and again for a few minutes before getting desperate. “Metal guy ! ANSWER ME NOW !”

just as he prepared to shut down the phone, a cold and mechanical voice answered.

“Stitchen, I might value your help in this war but I will not tolerate such an attitude. I hope I have made myself… clear. Now I suppose this is in regard to your animatronics ? I need more time to-”

“No, it’s about… I need your help in locating Drella and the Nurse. I fear something happened to them, I cannot find them and I-”

“Safe Haven, they have been brought there after being captured by the Ballerina approximately two hours and 27 minutes ago. Whatever theirs goals are, I cannot say but I would advise you to bring some security to get them back. I will give you the necessary access code to navigate to the Prison, be aware that Catnap might be in your way”

“Thank you I will-” just as he was about to thank “Metal guy” for his help the phone call abruptly ended “huh… he must be busy but if Haven want war, they will get it…”

The preparations took a few hours, a long time but necessary to activate his animatronics, load his flamethrower and prepare a few more gadgets.

The trip to the prison wasn’t much better, strangely he didn’t catch a glimpse of Catnap, that damned Critter was probably too afraid to face Stitchen and his mighty army

Stitchen forgot a few time why he was down in the prison but then his fury rose again when he remembered why. He would burn Doey and any toy in his path if he had to because Drella and Nurse were worth everything in his eyes.

“Show yourselves !” He screamed as he walked into the Prison.

An old intercom came to life and a garbled response came next, it was the Warden “Stitchen ? Why are you down here ? Is there an issue with-”

“no old friend, my friends were captured, did you see them ? why didn’t you stop them !?” Stitchen was angry, Warden could tell as much since it was very rare for stitchen to truly lose his nerve (or what little remain of them)

“What am I supposed to do ? I have a deal with Safe Haven and-”

“And you let people be kidnapped ?! We are talking about my friends Warden !” Stitchen answered to where he thought the noise was coming from, making it quite comical for any toy seeing this, looking at the fearsome scientist only to see him flailing his arm and shouting to the ceiling.

“Do you know what you ask of me ? I can do so much from my control room and as I said I have a deal with them, I cannot intervene without the [REDACTED]’s approval.” The Warden sighed in his control room.

“I will go regardless and you will not stop me. My animatronics, we march to the Haven !”

“Do not kill anyone Stitchen, we have a fragile peace for now and I do not need another conflict on my hands” The intercom shut down and left Stitchen with his own thoughts, he hated the eerie silence of the Prison.

The rest of the trip was uneventful, Stitchen had troubles finding his way to Safe Heaven but Foxy proved to be a great help, when finally met with the doors of the Haven he issued his challenge.

“Safe Haven ! I have come for my friends ! Hand them over now and for your sakes, I hope they are well and unharmed.”

Stitchen waited for a few minutes as he heard some commotion behind the door, suddenly the door opened and he was face to face with Doey. He pointed his flamethrower at doey, the latter raised his hand to show he meant no harm.

“heya there pal !” Doey joyfully answered him “We have them and they are safe do not worry, but-”

“I have no quarrel with you but I will not hesitate to tell my animatronics here to help me if needed so- Hand them over, now !” Stitchen waved his flamethrower menacingly at doey who didn’t seem fazed by it.

“Look this is a big misunderstanding, one of us thought they were in the Prison on behalf of the Prototype and we locked them in a room. It was the Ballerina’s idea but please Doctor… this is a misunderstanding.” Doey tried explaining to the Doctor but was interrupted by the Ballerina who glared at Stitchen.

“Seriously doey ?! You let him of all people get inside ? After everything he did ?” The Ballerina glared at doey and then pointed an accusatory finger at Stitchen. “You murdered all these kids during the Hour and even after ! All this death thanks to your animatronics or whatever you call these piles of scrap”

Stitchen didn’t seem fazed by the accusations, in fact he seemed eager to talk with a toy he didn’t recognize. “Hello there, well yes my name is Stitchen, who are you ? I do not remember you, are you a recent toy ? Mister Sawyer was finally approved for more experiment ?”

“The guts of this toy !” the Ballerina thought “do you have any idea what you are saying ?! You are mad ! There’s no new toy being made, Sawyer is gone !”

“Huh… really ? I swear I needed to talk to him urgently about something” Stitchen scratched his head before finally remembering. “You’re the one who took my sidekicks away from me ! Give me one reason I shouldn’t burn you to a crisp !”

The Ballerina’s brows flared in anger at this and prepared to charge at Stitchen only to be stopped by doey.

“no, I know you are angry but we do not have to resort to violence. He also brought some friends with him, we can’t use violence. Not in front of all the others toys” Doey placed a comforting hand on her shoulders yet her pride demanded she dealt with Stitchen but she nonetheless obeyed.

Doey was relieved she decided to obey instead of provoking Stitchen even more, he glanced at the so-called “nightmares” animatronic especially Fredbear if he recalled the name right. It was a towering abomination of metal and teeth, if he wasn’t afraid of them he’d be curious as to how they were made.

“Follow me, we put them in the generator room and I assure you that they were well taken care of”

“For your sake, I hope so. I’ll ask them myself and if I discover something happened to them I will make sure to raze this place down, not even King Bert-Zel will save you.”

Trying to ignore the threat and controlling Kevin’s temper, Doey led Stitchen to the generator room and opened the door.

“Stitchen !” two voice exclaimed “thanks goodness you came, we were so scared !”

Stitchen took them in his arm and quickly checked them for injuries, noticing none he carried them in his arm and handed them to Foxy.

“I would never abandon you, no matter who or what tries to harm you, I will always be here for you two.” he turned to doey after reassuring his sidekicks, once again pointing his flamethrower at him.

“Thank you for your cooperation ! I hope I will not have to come back again, am I clear ? I have the firepower to deal with you or any toy for that matter.” Stitchen was both happy and menacing at the same time, doey thought this was quite amazing despite the circumstances he found himself in.

With a serious face doey told Stitchen to leave which he happily did only leaving by saying “I am happy we found a common ground ! Goodbye !”

Focusing on Drella and the Nurse he quiclky asked them if they were fine, only saying they wanted to go back to Stitch-a-toy.

Once there, Drella was the first to break “I was so afraid !” she sobbed into his arm “I thought they weren’t going to let us leave !”

The Nurse was more composed but he knew. She was also afraid and he needed to calm them down, he didn’t want to give it to them now but he asked the [REDACTED] for a gift for both of them, it was time to use it.

Settling them on a table he told them to wait as he reached into a drawer. “I wanted to wait for your birthdays to give it to both of you but you need to cheer up and thankfully I had the perfect gift in mind !” He dramatically bowed and handed them both a big cupcake, theirs favorite flavor if he recalled.

They couldn’t believe theirs eyes, where did he get that ? How ?

“You- it’s so... Thank you !” Drella cried in joy and jumped in stitchen’s arm for a hug closely followed by the Nurse.

“How did you get it ?” Nurse asked in disbelief “I love it, the taste is perfect but… how ?”

“Let’s just say that the great Stitchen had some friends in high places and I asked one of them for this gift, now would you two like a dance-afternoon ? You must have plenty of energy to spend in order to win against poor old me, don’t you ?”

Their smile came back instantly as the mere idea of winning against him and teasing him for days on end afterward was too much to resist.

“Yes !” They both yelled and ran off to the arcade room “let’s go and get ready doc ! We won’t be so merciful like last time !” Nurse teased him about their near-victory.

Stitchen would tear down the entire factory for them, he smiled at their energy.

“You two are worth everything to me” He slowly walked to the arcade room and was already overjoyed at the idea of defending his title of best dancer in the Game Station.

THE END.

[pendwelling]

I think you mentioned not having read part 2 of tcf so I'll leave this here for you:

“Hey Dongsaeng, do you by chance want to be the Prime Minister?”

“…….”

Cale looked at Alberu with a gaze that made it seem as if he truly had been wronged. It was Alberu’s turn to flinch.

Cale’s complexion looked good since his return from the Central Plains, but seeing this extremely hurt gaze tugged at his heart.

“…That was so mean of me.”

Alberu apologized and Cale happily accepted it.

“Yes, your highness. That was too much.”

- Part 2 - ch 208

NO WAY NO WAY NO WAY, THIS IS REAL LMAO????? OH MY GOD....... CROWN PRINCE APPOLOGIZE RIGHT NOW 😭😭

"... That was so mean of me." "Yes (good you know)." THATS SO FUNNY. WHY IS HE LIKE THIS 😭 Alver's reply sounded so sincere too. Did Cale hit him with the kicked-puppy look? A thousand-yard stare? I'm reeling. I'm gonna think about this for days. I'm almost tempted to read Part 2 just because of this (I'm not going to bc I value my sanity...)

Good to know Cale is still suffering from success (can it rlly be called success if he's always heading further away from his slackers life?) as always tho 😭 Over a thousand chapters and still no end in sight for him, huh...... Jung Yeseo, you really got lucky. Thanks to the power, will, and sincere wishes of the readers (story-wise and meta-wise haha), you were able to reach your happy ending... Sadly for Cale, it seems both the readers and writer want to prolong his suffering 😂😭😭

(((ANYHOW THANK YOU SM FOR SENDING THIS EXERPT ANON. I LET OUT THE BIGGEST AMUSED YET PITYING LAUGH)))

[gee-arid]

Hey! thanks for answering my questions! I have 2 things to say, 1 am sorry for sending so many questions cause am impatient and 2, I really love your art and style which idk what is but its nice, and I also inspire to be a digital artist like you one day. Also I made this for ya: Ailes: 'gets voice taken'

Bob Roth: Sorry Ailes occupational hazard I guess! No hard feelings BYE! 'leaves down the elevator'

Silencer in Ailes's voice: "You shouldn't have stood in my way Ailes"

'later' Veilleuse: Well am here now so fill me in

'message'

Veilleuse: Oh- should have thought of that

(Anyways thanks for reading)

I appreciate the interest and the appology lol- im only 1 person, i cant create 24/7, and i do get bored of doing the same thing all the time, so i cant always get to asks quickly, especially if i wanna draw stuff for them.

But, heres how theyd meet up:

Theyre actually assholes to eachother, cus i think its funny. Also its *probably* endearing at this point? it was malicious at first.

[thegreatwicked]

Writing Resources Part 2

My first list was so long I decided that I reached the character limit! So we have a part two! I'm going to try and keep them a bit more organized too! Hope these help you all in your writing endeavors and if you happen to use any of them try to give the original source some love!

Also, apologies if I've tagged you more than once and it's annoying! If I reference your material more than twice I will just link your whole Tumblr. I really do want to make sure everyone gets their credit and spotlight!

General Information and Research:

The Fantasy Guide to Royal and Noble Marriages or anything by @inky-duchess Her blog is extensive and is a wealth of information regarding things like royalty/nobility/Period social politics and is a fantastic resource, go check her out! Ink I do appologize I might be tagging you more than once!

@type1diabetesinfandom This blog is an amazing resource if you are interested in writing about characters with any form of diabetes or similar health issues. It was ana amzing find when I was writing my character Belladonna Black from Shadows of Deception who is hypoglycemic. What an amazing source!

How to Cook in a Medieval Setting: by @alpaca-clouds Food is the best way to know a culture and this particular blog post is a trove of information for your fictional foodie set anywhere in this spectrum of time or a great find for a fictional setting! This post obviously gets a chefs kiss!

The Symbolism of Flowers by @novlr Yeah! Leopold knew what he was talkign about, every flower has a meaning and it is entirely possible to send some a bouquette that translates to 'Fuck You' btw it consists of geraniums (stupidity), foxglove (insincerity), meadowsweet (uselessness), yellow carnations (you have disappointed me), and orange lilies (hatred). it would be quite striking! and full of loathing. THE MORE YOU KNOW. This blog is also a fantastic source for writers.

Writing About Body Pain by @slayingfiction I just came across this gem of a blog and if you're one who likes to make your characters sufffer than look no further, also, how ya doing? You ok? Just checking. This blog is also a fantastic writing resource.

How to Accurately Describe Pain in Writing by @hayatheauthor kinda piggybacking off the previous source but nevertheless lets make sure we make these characters suffer realistically? I'm ok too, if you're wondering. This is another great blog that focuses on the aspect of being a writer.

How to Use Canva to Make Mood Boards by @saradika I did not know much about mood baords but I'm telling you they are a gaem changer! They bring a life to your story in a way that is just so stunning and saradika has been so lovely as to make this helpful guide! She's also a very talented writer and is quite the Star Wars Fan! GO check out her stories!

Researching as a Writer by @so-many-ocs Research is a tricky topid to delve into and sometime sit hard to know where to start, this blogger has been so kinda as to make a bit of a roadmap to help you narrow down what you need to research and how. Wonderful blog! Very helpful!

Resources for Writing Deaf, Mute, or Blind Characters by @thecaffeinebookwarrior THIS! This right here is a gem and the only reason I don't write these types fo characters is because I've never known how to do so respectfuly and realistically! Not a problem anymore! Also a wonderful artist!

How to Write and Research a Mental Illness another gem from @hayatheauthor again if you're going to wrote a character with a mental illness lets make sure we get it right!

@namesforwriters It's little but a wonderful source of unique names for your story! Including mythology and music themed names!

Nightmare Disorder vs Night Terrors by @redd956 Some great clarification from a blogger who is diagnosed! So happy I found this as I was wondering about the distinction myself for a little while!

Types of Gemstones by @blueboxbeagle and brought to my attention by @keffirinne

A General Cane Guide for Writers and Artists by @deoidesignand brought to my attention but @cripplecharacters I was so excited to find this fantastic little gem recently and I look forward to using it! I'm keeping an eye out for more material in portraying characters with disabilities and disorders maybe it'll get it's own post!

@cripplecharacters linking this amazing blogger if you are wanting to expand your characters and write them with disabilities or diaper fees, this is a wonderful source of how to do it and stay respectful!!

@writingwithcolor use that painters pallet and write diverse characters and when you’re not sure what or how to write something check this blog out! Such a wonderful source for all questions concerning ethnicity, race and diversity!

@writinglgbtq I was looking for this blog!!! Your source for all things concerning writing the LGBTQ community respectfully and believably! So happy to ah e found this!!

@macgyvermedical I have been looking for a blog like this for some time and I'm so happy to add it to my writing resources list as tehre are far too many great and helpful posts to pick just one. Check out this amazing blogger who offers medical beta reads and asks for fanficiton!

Make it Pretty! My own contribution to help make writing a bit prettier! ꧁☽✶☾✶☽꧂ Enjoy!

Adding Page Breaks & Art to Your Stories Another of my own contributions for adding in nice clean page breaks to your stories as well as how to upload art to AO3, FFN and Wattled.

More will be added to this post as I find it and if you find anything that fits the general research on broad topics or specifics please let me know so I can continue this collective writing resource! And make sure to give some of these wonderful writers and bloggers some love!

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

I've seen a debate about if Scout would forgive Spy for leaving him and his mom, and both sides have really good points, and not that anyone asked but I'd like to put my thoughts out there

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Scout would learn to forgive Spy because Scout's mom forgives him.

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Firstly, though, Scout would definitely beat the ever loving shit out of Spy in front of God and everyone at the base, and to be honest, none of the other mercs would stop him. Spy wouldn't even fight back. He'd just take it. Honestly, Scout might even kill him, sending him through the respawn. Cursing him the entire time, literally ripping him to shreds verbally. Scout grabs him up by the neck and tells him in no uncertain terms that after Medic fixes his face, Scout will be dragging Spy to go and apologize to Scout's mom. Like he makes it crystal clear that if Spy's appology doesn't live up to Scout's standards, a lot worse than what just happened will follow.

So they go, and Scout begrudgingly holds himself back from any physical violence against Spy after he sees his moms face go sad after they explain the situation, only growling out an "apologize. now." Through gritted teeth, after it all. And he does, and it's a very good appology from a man who lives thinking he's never done anything wrong (other than, yk, leaving Scout and his mom, he knows how wrong that is)

But Scout's mom just smiles and hugs Spy. Forgiving him for what he did, not fully by any means, but enough to give herself closure and for her to be able to let go of the hurt and anger she held towards Spy.

And sure, does Scout immediately welcome Spy with open arms and immediately have some father-son bonding moment? No. But seeing how much lighter his mom becomes once she can be at piece with the past and move on from the pain makes him realize he wants to be like that too.

So, to be real, Scout wouldn't immediately forgive Spy, but he would eventually, they just can't have the father-son dynamic that both of them always wanted, but they can mange to find a way to understand and care for each other.

Also, Scout's mom, after forgiving Spy, may or may not have sucker punched him so hard he fell on the floor, clasping her hands together with a soft smile and sence of proudness, then asking Spy and Scout if they want to stay and have lunch before they go back to the base.

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Uh, but that's just an opinion! My Spydad opinion.

[rjhpandapaws]

Hey all,

Please bear with me if it seems like i am suffering a mental break down in these coming weeks.

The man who murdered my eldest sister right in front of me has been released from prison on a technicality after only serving 9 years of a life sentence.

This is already a difficult time of year for me but now its even worse. For the time being i am numb, but the grief will hit eventually, so when it does, i want to appologize now for the things i may say or do.

Feel free to send me asks or messages if you want to reach out or check in.

But please dont send holiday wishes of any kind.

[dnfity]

Sorree I feel kind of annoying always sending asks not on anon but. Thinking about Dream proposing they both would know long before the proposal that they’re definitely going to get married but Dream would still be so nervous before but the moment George turns around he starts crying which I think him crying will always mean it’s a really big moment and then Dream will barely be able to get his words out because HE’LL be crying and they’d both be smiling so big and kiss and now I’m crying too:( dnf are just so happy together I need them to stay like that forever

NEVER APPOLOGIZE YOURE PERFECTTT i can see dnf proposal going one of two ways. either dream starts getting sappy and emotional which makes george sappy and emotional and they turn into shaky teary-eyed cats Or they both just already feel married at the point when the proposal happens that its a casual convo that occurs on an impulsive whim of like "we should get married" "actually?" "yea, why not?" "okay" but theyre both super happy and giggly and excited about it under the surface and they can tell the other feels the same way too

[ocrpsearch]

I saw that I forgot to change dome things on my previous one, my appologies for the inconvenience. 😅

Hi! ❄

I'm 24 years old, and I want a longterm 21+ Romantic Rp set in a world where everyone has powers.

I want to try and write my male oc in a slow burn mxf romance.

For a general plot of the rp, my oc and yours could both be in college of sorts where they are learning how to use their powers propperly. For this I want to explore the sunshine x gloomy type of trope or soulmates, and as this will be long term I don't want the romance to develop too fast. Maybe high school friends to lovers, I think, so ages from 21- 23. We can use multiple oc's as their friends, and I will send you the necessary information.

This is just an idea, I have in mind, but the rest can be discussed.

There will be strictly no NSFW, but some dark themes will be present with my oc such as past abuse, possible panic attacks and a slight aversion to food.

He was dissowned by his family ,who will be the main villains in the rp, and he was sent to several foster homes until he just ran away.

I don't expect too much, but atleast three paragraphs or more, and write in third person. I am not too picky, but I expect communication at the very least. If I have to keep asking what you want to do or if it feels very one sided, then it won't work, I'm sorry.

I love sharing ideas, pictures, world building, headcanons, general OOC talk and such.

I rp mostly on Discord, it is more organised.

If you're interested, please react to this post or message me directly at @azuresrp and I'll get back to you as soon as I can! ^^

interact or dm user: azuresrp

[cobaltrequiem]

I meant to send this yesterday but as someone who has loved bioshock for years I’m genuinely very curious to hear your thoughts on the games if you’re up for sharing some of them

OMG HI sorry I didn't see this in my ask box! Thanks for the ask @sand-worms and appologies for the rambling ahead!

The first BioShock game is my favourite out of the whole series, but that's partially because I'm quite sentimental about it. It was one of the first "serious" games that I had ever played. I was a teenager and before that point I was only allowed to play "family friendly" games. BioShock was one of the first games I bought with my own money on my own console (a switch lite I saved up for myself), and it was wonderful. The way it wasn't afraid to be overtly political and it wasn't afraid to frighten or challenge the player. It didn't treat you like an idiot.

I soaked up every aspect of it. The gameplay. The setting. The area designs. The characters. The messages that it wore on its sleeve. And the story, god the story! I was completely transfixed by it.

I finished it in two days, and I still consider it to be one of my top 5 games of all time. I wrote an essay on it's themes for my higher english course, and still regularly think about it.

It is one of the two games ever that has caused me to have an epiphany about videogames, not as simply an enojyable experience but as art, and truthfully I cannot bring myself to replay it. My first experience with it was so thorough and meaningful that I cannot bring myself to replay it. I know it wouldn't be the same. You were beautiful and I can never play you again.

I played BioShock 2 shortly after, and was initially quite disapointed at it for not being BioShock 1. You could tell that the story was written after 1 and that bugged me. Its political messaging also didn't seem as pointed to me.

However, throughout the course of the game I grew to really appreciate it's differences. The personal connection between Elanor and Subject Delta was incredibly touching. The choices in the game felt more meaningful and gave it an aspect of replayability that the first BioShock game did not have. The gameplay aditions were also great! I loved using the drill in particular, it was an incredibly satisfying weapon to use. It's story about altruism also resonated with me despite the slow start and I thought the adition of multiple endings (that didn't hinge on "is murdering children bad?") was also great.

BioShock 2 only took me a single day to complete, I sat down for 10 hours and played it all the way through with very few breaks, and I do seriously intend to revisit it - I own a copy for the xbox 360 now which should be infinitely better than playing on a switch lite. Overall its a very well made game, it just doesn't hold the same place in my heart as the original.

BioShock Infinite haunts me.

It's a game that had so much potential. The religious horror. The game's aesthetics. Playing a character that talked and reacted to things!

I went in with high hopes and loved it initially. I had a very personal experience with it too, albeit in a very different way. When I was a young child my dad bought a copy of BioShock Infinite shortly after it released and I would sit in the living room while he played it. It terrified me.

I have particularly vivid memories of the scene at the fair, it was maybe one of the first genuinely terrifying things I'd seen in a piece of media. It was a foundational memory for me and is perhaps where some of my love of horror comes from as an adult because it didn't just scare me to the point of tears, it fascinated me. The gore laden glory kills and the mechanised patriots were similarly horrifying but I never stopped watching. There was something alluring about this game I shouldn't have been seeing.

I really wanted to like BioShock Infinite but just couldn't. The story at times seemed like an excuse to get you from one point to another, the fence sitting centrist politics were tiring, and it tried to do everything at once.

BioShock Infinite was not a good game, but it was mediocre in an interesting way and that has stuck with me.

It wanted to be a political drama. It wanted to be high concept sci-fi. It wanted to be religious horror.

The area design made you feel like you were going around in circles. Vigours had very little story or gameplay relevance making them seem like a pointless adition clearly only meant to imitate plasmids. It didn't feel like a BioShock game but despite all of that it had potential. So many different ideas went into it, so many interesting storybeats and scenes and themes went into it but it just ended up feeling muddy and convoluted.

I can pick out so many things I like about it, so many things that are interesting and could have been amazing but weren't

Not too long ago I read a post from someone on this site. Something along the lines of "a good game will stay with you for a week, but a game that's mediocre in an interesting way will stick with you for life"

My dad never finished BioShock Infinite, but I did. I still think about it to this day.