#ugh it’s so tempting tho

[himbo-in-limbo]

Oh god, I just had the most angst filled idea for your FNAF au comic series.

You know how the movie implied that William Afton still keeps tabs on the pizzeria? What if he doesn’t like how this new nightguard is still alive and getting all ‘buddy-buddy’ with the animatronics, so just like in the movie, he decides to take matters into his own hands.

And the children can do nothing but watch, because they don’t understand why Mr. Yellow Bunny is hurting their new friend…

First of all….idk what kind of mind link we’ve got going on but it’s gotta stop (jk jk) fr tho your spot on!

Second it’s bizarre to me that like a couple days ago I had this conversation with my sibling that I explained to her the true ending of this AU (which you’ve pretty much just covered the beginning of it)

And lastly…..I say this again y’all do NOT want me drawing angst for this AU, it is SAD n heartbreaking 😂

Have I thought about it and figured out a bad/neutral/good ending to this AU? Of course I have I bully myself like that…

Will I ever draw it? I honestly don’t know 😭 like we all know In reality this wouldn’t have a happy ending n I like this cute AU a lot so I’m torn if I should even indulge in angst…

[miciiq]

Got Aventurine in 60 pulls!

He’s so auxhuehuche I’m so happy I have him now

[haikavehs-audhd]

Did a 10 pull and was like "ha this Xavier is gonna put up a fight."

...he came home. 3/10 out of that 10 pull.

Why is it i gotta fight tooth and nail to bring Rafayel home but Xavier and Zayne immediately come home no issue. Hmph.

[fiendishartist2]

[insertisfruity]

I'm trying to sleep but ugh this game is plaguing me [Affectionate]

I'm just thinking abt the fanfic-ability of Intertwine. Bc like. Every instance you write, every change in the world, every individual story, au/canon divergence or a story that embraces the story's canon and original story lines, all are possible lives they could have lived/might live. Anything is possible when you have an eternity of lifetimes together. Yeah, maybe they all follow similar lives for a while, maybe minor changes set them on different paths. But imagine au fics, those could absolutely be worked into that. There could be a whole MULTIVERSE of worlds, all in which MC and Van are destined to meet at some point or another. Maybe it isn't one timeline, maybe its just the concept. Whatever the fuck you want, go ham. Write corny fanfic. They're Intertwined afterall.

[cerealmonster15]

ive been watching sooo many vids of people doing doll restorations and doll customizations... making me both fight off the desperate urge to attempt New Hobby just because it Looks Fun and also resisting the urge to repurchase the fave barbie i had as a kid on ebay,,,,

[sysig]

He¥ $@il0r (Patreon)

Bonus:

[delicatetaysversion]

i could love you with my eyes closed kiss you with a blindfold

[mothmanchronicler]

aaaaaaaaa i'm barely keeping my head above water lmaooooo at this point i can't even tell if i'm trying hard or not trying at all

[the-eng1ne]

good god i am so sick rn

[outerspacedunce]

today was better than the last two days energy wise. to be fair i did cave and drink a red bull, mostly spent my time playing Minecraft and reading since work is so slow. tomorrow and thursday will likely be the same which will allow me to recover fully before the weekend. not that there will be very many dogs in the kennel even by then but ya know. i need a good moment to get back into the swing of normal every day.

also think I shocked my therapist by actually opening up about my uncle more, considering his birthday is tomorrow. kind of dived into some childhood trauma and the fact that i am still really suffering with anxiety every day and thoughts of death worse than ever (not in a suicidal way but in the general way). i absolutely quoted doctor who at my therapist when she asked how I cope with it lol which afterwards was a little embarrassing but it's fine.

now i am gonna enjoy a quiet evening of reading and look forward to sleeping in for the next two days

[inseparableduo]

ugh I don't have the energy to do replies b4 work. Gonna be tired as hell when I get off too bc again I work retail and this weekend is tax free so everyone and their great grandma is gonna come in today. Probably gonna take tomorrow to chill. I have enough replies in the q rn that i'm not too worried tho

[la-cocotte-de-paris]

anyone wanna send some asks/anons??

[spamton-g-spamton-moved]

someone stop me from changing my art alias again………my current one of FRACTEEL is nice and short and sounds good and i can write it in a cool stylized way i do NOT need smthn longer and slightly more complicated 😭

[froggibus]

Time of the Month - Choso Kamo

Pairing: Choso Kamo x gn! reader (tho reader menstruates and is able to get pregnant)

Genre: hurt/comfort fluff

Word Count: 930

Summary: Choso is distraught to wake up one night smelling your blood

CW: menstruation, talks of blood, awkward conversations, Choso panics a lil, established relationship, mostly hurt comforty

WE'RE SO BACK!! had this idea for a while but im so glad i finally wrote it. was VERY tempted to turn this into smut but ugh. anyways, enjoy guys!

(also!! we are doing a vote rn over what we wanna do for valentine's day, so if you're interested, vote here)

Choso smells blood when he wakes up. The coppery tinge floods his senses, invading his nose, resting on his tongue. He sits up straight and rubs at his arms. He can feel the pull of it tingling in his fingers as if speaking to him, beckoning him closer.

His head snaps to the bathroom door. Light streams through the crack under it, and it’s only then that he realizes you’re no longer in bed with him. The blood pulls him again—pulls him to the bathroom door. What’s happening? Are you bleeding?

He rubs the sleep from his eyes and forces himself to his feet, dragging them the whole way across the room. He swallows his panic, and knocks on the door softly. “Y/n, are you in there? Is everything okay?” 

Choso’s voice snaps you out of your daze. You push yourself away from the counter you were leaning against, immediately missing the pressure of the cool tile, and dry your hands on the towel. You’d snuck out of bed a little while ago when you started cramping, utterly disappointed to learn it was your time of the month once again. 

“I’ll be right out,” you call, voice strained from the ache in your abdomen. 

Choso frowns. Although he can’t see you, he knows something is wrong. The stench of blood still clouds his senses—and have you been crying? His thoughts race, thinking of all the ways you could be hurt in there.

He sighs and leans his head against the door. “Is something wrong?” 

You open and close your mouth, hoping for an explanation to come out, but all of your words have abandoned you. You know that there are gaps in Choso’s knowledge, especially regarding human reproduction, but you never quite know what to say to him. Especially now.

“Are you hurt?” He calls when you don’t answer. “I smell blood. Please just—talk to me.”

You cringe. Of course he does. You’ve seen him perform much more impressive feats with blood before, sensing it is juvenile to him. You clutch your stomach and gain your strength, breathing deeply.

“Y/n?”

You unlock the door, head hanging as you step into the bedroom. “I’m okay—”

Choso pounces on you before you can finish your sentence, cupping your face with both hands to examine you. His dark eyes dart across your body faster than you can register, his hands sliding down your sides. You relax in his grasp and offer no protest. 

He nods in satisfaction, leaving his hands on your hips. “You’re okay.” 

“I’m okay.”

“But,” the dark marks on his face crinkle in confusion, “you’re bleeding?”

You gently grab his hand and lead him to the bed with you. You’re not quite sure how to phrase it, but you’ll bear the awkwardness if it soothes his mind. Just as you sit down, you double over in pain from your cramps. 

You desperately press your hands against the aching muscles and squeeze your eyes shut to brace yourself. Choso tilts his head at you, concern flaring in his eyes.

He waits for you to recover before asking, “what’s going on? Talk to me, love.”

You cast your gaze to his lap, to the spot where his bare torso meets the waistband of his black sweats. You reach for one of his hands to trace over. His skin is nice and cool, perfectly grounding you as you draw circles over his palm. He eases under your touch but the concern never leaves his face.

“Don’t panic,” you say calmly. “I am bleeding, but it’s nothing to be concerned about.”

“But—” He stops when you shoot him a serious look.

“It’s my period. It’s just something that happens every month. It’ll stop after about a week, but I promise it’s nothing you need to worry about.”

“This happens to you every month?”

You nod solemnly. “Unless I get pregnant.”

Choso considers this. From what he knows about sex, it makes sense. That doesn’t mean he likes it, though, especially when you seem to be so uncomfortable with it.

“And it hurts?” He asks.

“Sometimes,” you say. “It comes in waves and on some days, it’s worse than others.”

He squeezes your hand reassuringly, the other trailing up your cheek. He lifts your head up until his eyes meet yours. “Can I do anything for you?”

You let out a breathy laugh. It’s touching, really, the lengths he’d go to make you feel better. You’re sure if he could, he’d try and use his technique on you if it meant you wouldn’t be in pain any longer.

“Can we just lay down? I’m exhausted.”

Eager to help, Choso helps you get settled in bed. He bundles the blankets around the two of you and presses his body flush to yours. Your skin is boiling on the surface, and though it’s uncomfortable, he bears it for you. 

He trails his hands up your shirt, resting them on the spot you’d been clutching in pain earlier. His cold hands feel amazing on your hot skin and the pressure is almost enough to mitigate the pain of your cramps. You sigh contentedly and relax into your pillow. 

Choso plants soft kisses on the side of your neck and continues kneading your waistline with his hands. The lingering smell of your blood drives him crazy. He wishes he could do more for you, he wishes he could take your pain away.

“So, this is going to happen every month?”

“Pretty much.”

“Does that mean no sex?” He teases.

“Well…”

Your boyfriend cracks a grin, shaking his head at your antics. 

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[sysig]

Today: Teeth hurt, batteries are sold exorbitantly but only in person, and I think I have Tamagotchis now