#um undecided

[kitskiis]

Smallishbeans ran out of time!

[lizarr7]

The final batch: Ozlem. Salem absolutely slaughtered me with those antlers. Queen of Extra.

[adelaidedrubman]

my toxic oc/canon creator trait is only giving kids to the ships who would be objectively awful parents because it’s funny to see how they’ll fuck it up

[marsbotz]

gruxime makes me a little insaneeeee esp from maximes perspective cus its like. damn. a hell of my own creation.

[trollbreak]

Ummmmmmmm new man*

[twilightarcade]

OC-tober day 8 - past

relatively unfinalized designs,, except sabrina I suppose but she's really just here to fill space we love u sabrina <3

left 2 right, top 2 bottom is sabrina, jake, nevaeh, iris, n evie, all from slightly different time frames but pretend they aren't,, just for a second because I don't want to strictly define said time frames yet.. (<- this guy doesn't have a rigid timeline w dates n such in place just yet (point and laugh))

[heirbane]

❛ i won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing. ❜ One night stand between Gaius and Cid, maybe? :')

subtle starters. // @levinstrike

The old wolf, into that sort of thing.

Gaius couldn't bite down the huff that followed the other man's words. A cloud of cigar smoke followed in its wake, bittersweet and foggy.

It had not been what he would have chosen on first glance - ... but the innkeeper had been rather insistent that it paired wonderfully with the slug of dark ale he had ordered.

As of a lot of things in his life lately, Gaius had wondered: why not?

The innkeep had been right. He was not highborn; he couldn't so properly decipher flavor notes like so many in his circles. But they complimented each other well enough, he agreed.

He had wondered if the same could be said for the man that had taken up post at his table.

(He no longer needed to loiter, mind wandering. His belly was warm but he was still sure-footed: he had no doubt that the man with his own drink and cigarette had intentions. He was old, but not ignorant.)

He took one last drag before pulling the tobacco roll from betwixt his lips, holding it out to the other man. An offer.

"Finish that," he stated simply, "and follow me, should you wish to find out."

The clink of his ale cup on the wooden table was swiftly followed by the creak of his chair. As he put a few coins tip on the table, he dared not meet the gaze of the younger man, lest he convince him unintentionally.

He was old enough to make up his own mind, but Gaius gave him escapes anyway. He had propositioned partners and then lost his nerve in his time, too: if the younger fellow were to simply leave the inn, it would not be wholly unsurprising.

But he was curious. Would his bite be as bold as his bark?

[bubbleberryuniverse]

- GHOST PERI AU -

(AKA Petrified!Peri because that name is cool as FUCK.)

REFERENCES ALSO AVAILABLE HERE!

REGULAR COLORS / HIS BODY [NOT GHOST]

GHOST COLORS / HIM AS A GHOST

SO. You may be asking, "what happened to him?" And I am here to EXPLAIN! :]

This AU is still a fairly [pun unintended] big WIP, so some details are still all over the place/undecided, and some may change over time; constructive criticism, opinions/thoughts, questions, are all appreciated!

The general idea is, well... divergent from the finale. What if, after the chip is grabbed and Hazel, Wanda, [and maybe Cosmo? I don't recall if he goes with them/ends up somewhere else] go to fix the wand, Peri explodes. And it gets undone when Hazel wishes to fix Fairy World. Buuuttt... not quite!

It wasn't her 1 Millionth Wish that she used up on Fairy World— which is why it Doesn't Quite Fix Him Going Kaboomey. But I imagine that having 1Mil Wishes had a mild influence on What Happened and why exploding DID get fixed... sort of. [I need to brainstorm specifics on this.]

ANYWAY.

Peri looks GENERALLY normal most of the time, except for, well, *gestures at reference.* Outside of THAT [cracked wand, cracked crown [crack hidden by the glow], slightly off color pallete], there's some other stuff that's just a Hint of Wrong.

Like coughing up confetti and/or rainbows [without any other sign of magical backup [which he can't experience anymore because he did technically already die via backup.]] And sometimes the funny silly wacky expressions that happened during buildup [big ol' eyes/pupils, star shaped pupils, funny faces [like when he was talking to Dev.]

Throwing this in here. Sometimes he just stares like the TBH Creature. It's kinda silly kinda funny. I need to make a Petrified!Peri TBH emote because that fits well.

I was ALSO thinking about the idea that sometimes limbs can detach [the ghost fairy in that one ep is what gave me this thought], mostly for expressive purposes/fun silly purposes. It can be seen in this image here! Still DEBATING on this, though.

ANYWAY.

ANYWAY.

Cosmo and Wanda Don't Know He Died [because of not being right there] But something Is Off. Peri probably doesn't at first either until they [themself] put it together through context clues, and then they're like, "ooohh no, mom and dad probably don't know I exploded!" And he gets REALLY nervous about them finding out because that'd be A Lot and he doesn't want to Worry Them [because... he fucking died.]

So. There's a lot of him just trying not to Act Suspicious. Which only makes them both concerned! I have so many silly funny interactions between them that I imagine, actually!

Like...

Peri: *Talking. Suddenly... star pupils!*

Wanda: Um. Sweetie?

Peri: Hey do you see that?

Cosmo: Oooh, see what?

Peri: Over there! *Points.*

Cosmo + Wanda: *Looks over.*

Peri: *Disappears.*

WHICH. YEAH. SO. GHOST FORM. They're completely hidden when they're actually a GHOST, and has no wand/wings when they're a ghost, either [they do have wings normally, I just forgot to include them in the reference.] And I imagine whenever they poof into their ghost form that they leave a tiny bit of confetti behind!

ALSO.

He reassigns himself to Dev on his own [who didn't forget after the finale.] And his magic is kind of fucked up. Cause he's DEAD and look at his fucking WAND. So wishes kinda get fucked up when granted a bit sometimes ehehehaha...

ANYWAY.

I am also dumping my Peri headcanons onto him. They're transmasc nonbinary and use he/they pronouns and they're also aroace! :3

PLEASE. PLEASE send me any asks if you have any questions! You don't have to ask to draw them, either— just tag me in any art if you ever make any, please! :]

[sxeraphfic]

6 with Loki!! NSFW please (maybe smut? hhaha) he’s saying!!! thankss

DETECTIVE LOKI -  JEALOUSY NSFW PROMPT    

╰┈➤“It looked like he was trying to flirt with you”

Pairing: David Loki x reader 

Word count: 2232

WARNINGS: p in v sex, creampie, slight grinding, possessive sex, biting, marking, swearing, average dirty talk, spanking, palming, semi-public, loki is a little bit of a grump at the start, not super ooc i hope, both of you are a little toxic lol, fingers in mouth. Let's assume birth control is in place here. Lol. Think that's it, there might be more. 

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈  

This is actually my first ever published nsfw fic, so please go easy on me <3 Enjoy my loves!

You and Loki had been coworkers for what felt like an eternity by now, he was a diligent person who took his occupation acutely seriously. Which is grounds for why he managed to not only get promoted up to being a sergeant of the sector you worked in, but also have exclusive access to his own private office and dictatorship over other workers' roles. Unmistakably, he is incredible as a detective and supervisor. That being said, he isn't perfect. He’s reckless, arrogant, stubborn, cocky,  antisocial, a workaholic  and breaking what would be considered a societal rule of workplaces. Don't mess around with your coworker! 

You two had been in a secret situationship for around almost a year now, casual but also intense. No-one in your work suspected a thing either, Loki was just as good at hiding things as he was at figuring them out. The thing about casual yet intense secret situationships is that how concrete the “relationship” actually is, could be considered shaky. He’s never really explicitly made it clear to even you what you both are, despite spending almost every waking hour outside of work together whether that be romantic dates, cuddling, sex etc. Did this frustrate you? Yes. You wanted him to be emotionally available and ready for you, to not have to wonder to yourself whether he even considers you an actual partner or not. You'd bring up the question and he would act so stupidly nonchalant about it or say he just wants to “let it go with the flow.”  

Does he even give a shit? You sighed to yourself staring at the timed out screen of your computer, leaning back and stretching your back and arms out. 

Before you could go back to your daydreams, or work for that matter. You heard one of your coworkers call out your name from across the room. 

“Hey! y/n! y/n! C'mere for a sec.” Your coworker Miles announced 

Your cheeks widened, Miles was a relatively new guy around your age. He was kind of childish, bright, bubbly and overall just a nice guy. You were assigned to train him and since then he's more or less stuck by your side and been a great coworker for you to do cases and research with.  

Making your way over to his desk you spotted a certain someone from the corner of your eye. Loki, walking towards another coworker's desk yet clearly distracted by whatever you were up to. He thinks he's good at having a poker face, and he is. Just not with you, that furrowed eyebrow and light frown said it all. It's mainly your fault he's on high alert right now though, a few nights ago you felt tired of feeling like you were just an undecided casual fling for him. And so you may have.. Accidentally made a point that if he doesn't make a decision on what you guys are, you'll find someone else to be the one for you.     

It pissed him off, clearly. But you assumed that you were both over that silly little argument by now since things had been relatively normal, but guesses are that wasn't the case.  You and  Miles chatted for around ten minutes or so, maybe even less. You giggled a few times here and there and even absent mindedly placed your hand on his shoulder, in the back of your head you realised how this may look to Loki and internally shuddered.

He began to stutter, “oh..oh um.. By the way y/n”  

“Yes Miles?”

“I was thinking..um.. Well if you want to at some point we would like.. Maybe hang outside of work? Go to a bar or something?” he continued on “i mean- it's fine if not but y’know.. You're so sweet and kind to me… and well, beautiful.”  

You saw from the corner of your eye Loki making his way over, oh boy.  

“We are doing work here right, the two of you?” he asked sternly. You rolled his eyes at him “Yes Loki, we are. It's just unlike you, some people have lives outside of work” Miles looked awkwardly between you and Loki, the tension in the air was insanely thick. “Yeah uh.. Sorry about that Loki. I guess I got kind of distracted since y/n is fun to talk to” he smiled before semi-flirtatiously winking at you. Loki didn't twitch a single muscle in his face, you gave Miles an awkward smile to alleviate the atmosphere. Before Loki scoffed and pointed towards your desk “y/n. Off back to your desk please. I have some paperwork I need you to fill.” and then proceeded to turn to miles ``Miles, i know you're new here but flirting and dating is strictly prohibited in the workplace. If I catch that again you will be in trouble.” You huffed and walked away, how hypocritical of him..

It was past 11 pm now, the station was practically empty besides maybe a few less than a dozen people working. Loki had so happened to ask you to stay back to “talk about documents,” but you were well aware of what the conversation was really about. You walked into his office, immediately crossing your arms together.  

“Come closer.'' He directed, pointing you to stand next to him as he sat down in his chair finishing up some paperwork. “So, wanna explain what was happening earlier? I saw that. And heard it” he continued on “It looked like he was trying to flirt with you, or maybe you were trying to flirt with him too.”

You extended your hand to his back, slowly moving up to his shoulder and beginning to massage him gently to cool him off. “Well no i wasn't flirting with him, but i didn't realise we were exclusive like that David.” he scoffed, and you huffed in return. “last time i checked our thing was barely even a thing right? Hardly even a label on it,” you began to apply more pressure to his shoulders. “Thats fucking hilarious” he asserted with an unfriendly grin, “So you want us to be an official thing and yet you accept others flirting with you right infront of me, really?” he pushed your hands off him and in response you glared at him. He continued on, “After our little argument the other day you have to have some sort of understanding on why I might be fuckin’ concerned.”

“What? I hardly accepted it..and even so you expect me to just sit around here waiting for you to be ready to label our relationship??? How about you look at the reality here David. You refuse to make the claim on me. Maybe someone like Miles would actually be able to commit and I appreciate the idea of it.” 

David looked at you with shame on his face, something strangely comforting considering the argument you were in right now and his usual stubborn self. “Look Y/N, I know.. That i'm not exactly good at this whole thing. I’m so used to being alone that the thought of giving myself fully to someone.. well.. scares me.” he placed face into his palm “I don't want to be uncommitted to you, i want you to be mine. And maybe this has made me realise that.” He wrapped his arm around your waist and guided you to sit on his lap, wheeling his chair back a little for space. “The thought of some little twerp like Miles flirting with you drives me crazy.  I know it's selfish but I want you to myself without the fear of uh.. Well, abandonment.”  

You stretched your arms around his shoulders and pressed your forehead against his “I'm not leaving you David.. You're all I want.” “So make me yours please, commit me to me..” you whispered to him softly. His breath hitched and he sighed, pressing his lips against yours before tugging at your bottom lip ever so slightly with his teeth. The pinch of it made you squeak, you reached up to his hair and tugged on it tenderly. He pushed you up against him so he could have proper access to your neck, Slowly biting and sucking it between different places to give you light bruises. You moaned, beginning to rock your hips against him to gain some pressure against your clothed pussy. The sound of him growling against your neck as he sucked on the skin vibrated right down to your core, “Fuck this feels good, David” you gasped. “God y/n i want to ravage you right now” he whispered against you before leaning into another deep kiss, you could feel his dick throbbing through his pants as you both swirled and pressed tongues together. 

You began to palm him through his pants during your kiss, stroking and feeling up the growing length. “David.. What if we get caught?” you said in between breaths. He choked out a stammered laughed in response “Fuck i don't even know if i care y/n, i need you so badly i wouldn't mind if people found out.” You giggled slightly, staring deeply into his eyes. “That's just your dick talking, but it's pretty empty in the station.. I'm sure it'll be fine.” You used that to cue him to start pulling down your pencil skirt and panties, whilst you unbuttoned his shirt and undressed his lower region halfway down to his thighs. His dick was hard and leaking with precum, his face flushed red. “You look so needy right now dave.” he sighed in response and you snickered as you began to grind your exposed wet pussy against his cock. He began rubbing his sticky hot tip up against your clit for extra stimulation and you whined, settling your head against his shoulder weakly. He furrowed his brow and showed his toothy grin “Look at you. a complete mess in my office on my lap, what happened to me being needy?”  Before you could get another rebuttal in, he moved his hands down your body to your hips and began to align your hole to his cock. As he steadily pushed into you he groaned into your neck. “Fuuuck y/n” he murmured as he began to thrust up and down, you moaned in response pulling against his hair. He swiftly spanked your ass with one hand and placed the other around the nape of your neck massaging it, enjoying the whimpers and mewls he’d pull from your lips.  

Unexpectedly the two of you heard footsteps from outside his office, both of you froze in place unsure of what to do 

“Detective Loki? Are you there? May I come in please?” a voice of one of your coworkers called from outside the door 

You expected him to stop and pull you off, but he smirked coyly and inserted three fingers into your mouth and began to slowly thrust into you again. You arched your back in response, trying to contain your moans and noises of slurping from the drool beginning to fill your mouth and dribble down your chin.  

“Uh.. yeah i'm in here, look i need some uh.. um.. space for the moment” he awkwardly yelled back out, even you could see in his eyes that his adrenaline was at a maximum right now. What on earth was he thinking? 

“Oh.. i have some pretty important paperwork man i-” David interrupted him before he could finish, “Please just leave it at your desk and i'll..” he stared at the way you were grinding up and down onto his dick, before snapping back to reality,  “...come pick it up when I'm ready.” David was struggling to contain himself. He gazed into your eyes as you swirled your tongue around his fingers pushing in and out of your mouth, simultaneously thrusting his cock slowly and deeply inside of you. The warmth and stickiness of your bodies pressed against each other made him melt back into his leather chair.

As soon as he heard the door from outside his office shut he briskly lifted you up and flipped you over onto your stomach against his desk, he leaned down pressing his chest against your back, the pressure of his weight crushing you was so intense yet felt so good. “God you're sexy y’know that?” he half whined half growled into your ear, his thrusts becoming more and more powerful. You cried out in pleasure, unable to move or escape from the position. He pulled your hair to gain access to your ear, gently nibbling on your lobe as he continued his deep and sharp thrusts. “You’re all fucking mine y/n” he groaned, “Oh god i feel like i'm gonna cum David. Please cum in me” You yelped out squirming beneath him, gripping onto the edge of his now mess of a desk. He didn't need to be told twice to do so, he buried his face into your neck before pressing a final thrust into you, loading thick streams of cum inside. You practically shrieked, it felt incredible.  

Afterwards you both just sat there together on his chair, unsure of what to do with the mess you made. But content and loving in each other's arms with him stroking his fingers through your hair.

“Bet he couldn't make you feel that good ay?” he chuckled.

partially proof read, will come back to check on it when i wake up <3

[marvellousgifs]

Thor Odinson in THOR: RAGNAROK (2017)

Look, I've spent years in a haze trying to forget my past. Sakaar seemed like the best place to drink and forget and to die one day. Well, I was thinking that you drink too much and that probably was gonna kill you. I don't plan to stop drinking. Oh. But I don't want to forget. I can't turn away anymore. So, if I'm gonna die, well it may as well be driving my sword through the heart of that murderous hag. Good. Yeah. So I'm saying that I wanna be on the team. Has it got a name? Yeah, it's called the... Revengers. Revengers? Because I'm getting revenge. You're getting revenge. And you're- Do- You- Do you wa- What do you- You want revenge? I'm, um, I'm un-undecided. Okay.

[lovepeaceandtarot]

Pick a card - You will receive a proposal

(Escolha uma carta - Você vai receber uma proposta)

If you want a reading on your energy, just schedule a paid reading with me in DM!

(Se quiser uma leitura na sua energia, basta agendar uma leitura paga comigo na DM!)

If that found you, it was for a reason. Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t resonate.

(Se isso encontrou você, é por uma razão. Pegue o que ressoar e deixe o que não ressoa.)

Card 1 - Some of you will receive a job offer and will be undecided whether to accept or not. Others will receive a dating proposal, but they will be in doubt whether they should accept it or not. Others will receive a marriage proposal and will be in doubt whether this is too early or not. Others will receive a proposal where it requires making a difficult decision. Others will receive a resignation proposal. Others will receive a proposal to develop a project. Others will receive a proposal to rise in office. Others will receive a proposal to live with someone. Others will receive a proposal to be godmother or best man or maid of honor. Others will receive the proposal to be godmother or godfather of a baby's baptism. Others will receive a proposal to go to a high school graduation. Others will receive a proposal to go to a party. Others will receive a proposal to go to a school dance or a class reunion after 10 years.

(Carta 1: Alguns de vocês irão receber uma proposta de emprego e ficarão indecisos se devem aceitar ou não. Outros irão receber uma proposta de namoro, mas ficarão em duvida se devem aceitar ou não. Outros irão receber um pedido de casamento e ficarão em duvida se é muito cedo isso ou não. Outros irão receber uma proposta onde exige tomar uma decisão dificil. Outros irão receber uma proposta de demissão. Outros irão receber uma proposta de elaborar um projeto. Outros irão receber uma proposta de subir de cargo. Outros vão receber uma proposta de morar com alguém. Outros irão receber uma proposta para ser madrinha ou padrinho ou dama de honra de casamento. Outros irão receber a proposta para ser madrinha ou padrinho de batismo de um bebe. Outros irão receber uma proposta de irem a uma formatura de ensino medio. Outros irão receber uma proposta para ir a uma festa. Outros irão receber uma proposta para ir a um baile escolar ou uma reunião de classe depois de 10 anos.)

Card 2 - Some of you will receive a position proposal with a higher salary. Others will receive a proposal to study in another country. Others will receive a company transfer. Others received a letter of resignation. Others will move house. Others will change countries. Others will move from their parents' house. Others will receive a proposal to start a company from scratch.

(Carta 2 - Alguns de vocês irão receber uma proposta de cargo com salário maior. Outros irão receber uma proposta para estudar em outro pais. Outros irão receber uma transferência de empresa. Outros receberam uma carta de demissão. Outros vão mudar de casa. Outros irão mudar de país. Outros irão mudar da casa dos pais. Outros receberão uma proposta de começar uma empresa do zero.)

#tarot #tarotportugal #tarotreading #career #careerreading #generalreading #foryou #foryoupage #explore #explorar #amorproprio #tarô #tarotcards #tarotcomunity #consultasdetarot #selfcare #autocuidado #freetarotreading #generalreading #acolhimento #loveyourself #pickapiletarot

[orangeocelotmartyn]

Martyn meets Sausage for the first time, and picks a fight with his dragon

Martyn: "A dragon? Will Sausage let you--uh, will you let Sausage ride you?" Undecided, currently, undecided. Know what, I'm gonna do this--

---

Martyn: I heard him. I think I heard Sausage. (three seconds of silence, then he gasps at the same time a goat horn plays) I see him! Hold on a minute--oh, this could end badly, I may not have the durability for this--or the stamina for this. Oh gosh. (four seconds of tense silence) Oh gosh. (the goat horn plays again) Sausage: Yes! Martyn: Hold on, hold on--! Sausage: You're making it, come on! (Martyn makes it, laughing in relief while Sausage cheers) Martyn: This dragon can fly, bay-bee! Sausage: Wow, you're so thick. Martyn: Dude, I am, I'm a big dragon. Sausage: Stand next to me, let me see something? (a brief pause, Martyn going into 3rd person so he can see what Sausage wants) Sausage: Oh my good god, you're a thick and tall boy! Martyn: Mhm. Sausage: I thought I was tall, being elf. You're a big dragon man. Martyn: You've never met a dragon quite like me, I promise you that much. (goat horn goes off) Wait, is that somebody else--? Sausage: I rode a dragon the other day. Martyn: Did you do the horn just then, or somebody else? Sausage: That's me! I just like tooting my own horn from time to time. Martyn: Oh, jeez, okay-- Sausage: I've been looking for you, I have something for you, for a particular-oh, you know, icy boy. Martyn: Okay, what is it? Sausage: I found this and I can't use it 'cause I am fire but oh god--I'm a fire, uh, man, so, I found this, right here. (he drops a 'Glacial Gladius' on the ground) Martyn: (gasps) Whoa, hold on a minute. Sausage: Glacial.

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Martyn: I'm gonna come through your portal, I wanna see where you live. Sausage: Come over here! Come to RPG Town. It's a lovely little establishment-- Martyn: Oh, is this where RPG Town is? Sausage: (unintelligible)--with the thick, you're so thick you pushed me out! Martyn: Yeah, sorry, one at a time when I'm here, one at a time.

---

Sausage:--and, one of your family members is-is outside. Martyn: Oh, um, I'm not--I'm not really-- Sausage (at the same time): This is Buns, right here. Martyn: --speaking to, uh, other dragons, right now. Sausage: '--to other drag--' Oh, oh yeah, he's looking at you funny, I think he remembers you. Martyn (sounding dubious): Maybe. Sausage: Look at him, he's staring you down Martyn: Yeah, I've-- Sausage:--oh, he went to bed, he went to sleep. Martyn: I've fallen out out with--maybe just about all of them--I dunno, maybe it's a different story if they're down here, but. I'm not sure. Sausage: Oh, hmm. It's okay--y-y'know, Buns will be nice, B-buns is with me, also, Buns is with Ren, too, we're dragon bros, so, now you're part--you're an official dragon, so, uh, we can all be a nice happy family now. Martyn, quietly: Well, I mean at least he has wings. Sausage: Yeah, he does--oh, what happened to your wings? Martyn (sounding cagey): Mmm, don't wanna talk about it. Sausage: Ooh, it's gone? Did you cu--you got them clipped? Martyn: No, no. Sausage: Yeah? Maybe we could do some magic later on to make them grow back. Martyn: You can-you can do that? Sausage: Yeah, well, I am, uh, working towards my mage-ing, you know? A very powerful mage--also, a very powerful high elf. You like my ears? I pierced them last week. Martyn: Oh wow, yeah look at--oh, you go invisible whenever you crouch. Sausage: Oh, yeah, its a special power. Oli's very upset because I've stole his thing, because he's an actual thief, and he kinda like, goes invisible on command. Me, I've just got this cloak. I bought--I got this cloak. (gasps) Is that long hair braid on the side? Martyn: It is. Sausage: Oh, very fashion. Ooh, fashion, beautiful! Martyn: I think I need to take the backpack off for you to be able to see it all properly, hold on a second. Sausage: Oh, take your backpack off, yeah, let me see it let me see your backside! Martyn: There it is. Sausage: Oooh! Ooh, that's very nice. I have man-bun, You see my--I have man-bun. Right there in the back. Martyn: Oh, wait, hold on. Sausage: I have man-bun. Martyn: Stop crouching. (starts laughing) Sausage: Oh sorry I'm invisible I forgot! I have man-bun, I have man-bun. Martyn: Oh, yeah, I see the man-bun. I mean, I got-- Sausage: Oh yeah, it's a little man-bun. Martyn: I got dragon ears, but, that's about it. Sausage: Oh, those are very good ears, yeah, yeah very aerodynamic. Y'know, I-if I'm riding you, I could hold on to those and we fly, once we get your wings back. Martyn: Oh my gosh. Sausage: I could use those to steer. Martyn: Well, this was good-- Sausage, laughing: You're so tall, oh, man-- Martyn: I can't believe we've--I can't believe this happened naturally.

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Sausage:--it's this one, you're gonna love this. Watch this. Stand right there, ready? Martyn: Uh huh? Sausage: (unintelligible) Martyn: ...the hell just happened? (Sausage laughs, and then Martyn hits him with his frost breath) Sausage: Ohh, you-- Martyn: Yeahhhh, brrr, cold! (uses his frost breath into the air) Sausage: Oh-oh my god, you have cold power-- Martyn: Uh huh. Sausage: Do it in the face--do me in the face. (Martyn hits him in the face with his frost breath, and the sound of damage takes place) Sausage: That is the-that's the most amazing thing I've ever seen in my life, you just blew me in the face-- Martyn, at the same time (and moving over to Buns): Lets see what he thinks, you're looking--(uses his frost breath on Buns) Sausage: Oh no, he's going to kill you--! Martyn: Oh, god, oh jesus, oh god, I'll leave, I'll leave I'll leave I'll leave-- Sausage: Oh no! It's okay-- Martyn: (sighs in relief) Okay. I mean--all interactions have to end sometime or another. (a few seconds of silence as he breathes out a laugh, attacks a skeleton) Ay yai yai. I didn't think Buns was--I mean, it makes sense, right? But I dunno. The frost had to happen eventually.

[inthelittlewood]

um so I've got a question that certainly has nothing to do with my fear for the continued survival of various pirates but what would happen if c!Martyn happened to permanently die in any wor? Not necessarily just pirates

I get this question quite a lot, regarding perma death for c!Martyn

The honest answer is, I haven't decided what shape that will take on, or even IF that would even happen in the story just yet. Sometimes forward planning is nice for laying easter eggs and trickling world building in, but for elements as extreme as this, I've left them undecided so I can do what best fits my narrative needs later.

My mindset currently is that Doc has an awareness that he's the leading mind behind this Datastream human interfacing technology but as we've seen, it's incomplete. It's only known by a VERY small handful of others, but his results are leagues ahead of theirs currently. They have the catalyst code, a jumping off point but Doc has no insight on their progress. There's a growing concern as each day passes that C.H.E.S.T could be privy to it, or other nefarious web types. If they catch up or even surpass him, they could find malicious applications for the technology putting c!Martyn at greater risk

I guess the absolute extreme would be somebody finding a way to access and subsequently corrupt / delete the cached version of c!Martyn's biological scan from the moment he was transferred in. He's been turned in to 1's and 0's but Doc can't reverse the process just yet as building a human, well, that's a tricky job right?

Those last two paragraphs aren't hard canon though, it's more the "vibe" I'm feeling coming off the page and my bullet points at the moment. I know that's pulling the curtain back a bit but I've been enjoying the adaptive nature of this lore so far and letting people peer in to my thought process as I'm no kind of author, so this is all just for fun/practice

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I need u to know him bringing that up in convo would probably lead to

“Goldfang? Really? That’s creative bud, where’d you pick it up from?”

He thumbs at his capped tooth pointedly.

“From the gold fang, no shit. What, like you’ve got something better?”

“I’unno, I could pick something that fits you better. Dumbasss with three S’s, maybe. Or the Reckless.”

“Actually hang on yeah that’s cool, you should hold onto that-“

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Vent - Steve Raglan/William Afton/Springtrap x Female Reader

Chapters 4-6

Rating - Explicit

Warnings - mental health issues, no explicit content in these chapters

Also available on AO3 Chapter 4 | 5 | 6

Chapter 4 ~ the interview ~

Steve Raglan recognizes you.

It’s the strangest thing; when you’re first guided into his office, his welcoming voice is pleasantly neutral until he looks up from the paperwork on his desk and then the words of greeting trail off weakly. His eyes widen slightly behind the lenses of gold rimmed glasses, his lashes lifting briefly before they drop down once more. You’re convinced he’s definitely seen you before, though you can’t imagine where. The middle aged man doesn’t look familiar to you at all.

“Welcome, have a seat.” He recovers smoothly, gesturing at a vacant chair across from him.

You sit down, setting your backpack by your feet.

The bearded man opens a folder and glances at its contents, his eyes alternating between the pages and your face, his fingers tapping along the paper surface, as if he’s cataloguing something. The awkward silence lengthens and then he speaks again as if there’s been no lull. “So, I’ve got your contact information here. I understand you’re interested in a job at Freddy’s.”

You nod. “What positions are available?”

The career counselor spreads his fingers out. He talks a lot with his hands, you notice immediately; the long, well manicured fingers constantly in motion, punctuating each utterance. “Well, it really depends on where your interests lie and what your abilities are. The remodeling and construction will be done during the first couple of months, then training starts for the employees. We’re looking to get up and running by next spring.”

“We?”

“More accurately myself. Just speaking formally in the third person. I’m the sole proprietor.”

You blink in surprise. “You own it?”

“Yes.” He eases back into the swivel chair, slowly tapping a pen against his palm, studying your face. “Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself?”

“Um, I’m a senior. I turned eighteen this past summer.”

“References?”

“I babysit a lot. I’ve worked at a clothing store in the mall.”

“Experience with a cash register and with children, those are pluses.” He leans forward and marks something down on the paper in your folder. “Do you have a reliable source of transportation?”

“I typically walk everywhere or ride my bike, but my neighbor’s son is going away for college next year and he’s going to sell me his. That’s what I’ve been saving up for.”

“Potentially an issue with inclement winter weather in the near future, but I understand the mayor is planning on reinstating public transportation to the area, so…” Another mark. “What about your future goals? Plans for college? Do you see this as something temporary, or were you thinking about long term?”

Overwhelmed by the barrage of questions, you find yourself stammering your reply. “I…I’m not sure yet. I want to go, I’m just undecided about a major.”

Steve reaches for a glass dish set on the corner of his desk filled with hard candy, selecting one and making short work of the wrapper before popping it into his mouth.

“Help yourself.” He gestures to the sweets and you choose one, thinking it might be rude to decline, but don’t unwrap it yet.

You can hear the confectionery knocking against the man’s teeth as he rolls it with his tongue. “What would you say is your strongest subject in school? What are some of your hobbies?”

You fidget with the sleeves of your hoodie. “I don’t really excel at anything in particular. I enjoy English Literature and Art. I like writing and drawing.”

Raglan nudges the frames sliding down his nose absently, his gaze intent on your face. “What sorts of things do you write and draw?”

You shrug uncomfortably. You’re not used to talking about your interests with other people; not really used to anyone taking an interest at all. For a fleeting moment the yellow rabbit crosses your mind. “I do a lot of journaling. Drawing…I like animals, nature…I enjoy building models too….a bunch of different stuff, I guess,” you conclude lamely.

The older man hums thoughtfully, the pen now slack between his fingers, teeter tottering either end against the halfway filled page. “How would you describe yourself?” He begins to read off a list: “Motivated? Outgoing? Energetic? Team player?” He frowns, dropping the pen and focusing his attention on you. “I really hate these generic questionnaires. Just tell me in your own words. If you had to pick one word to describe yourself.”

“I…I guess I’m pretty introverted. I don’t really get along with people my own age.” You realize you’re not doing much to sell yourself for employment at a party themed restaurant and you hastily add, “I’m interested in the animatronics. I mean, I could do waitressing or food prep or whatever, but the behind the scenes stuff is what I’m really curious about,” you admit, surprising yourself. You’d never really given it much thought before now.

Steve abruptly leans forward, the motion reminding you of a cat pouncing on its prey. “Are you? Tell me more about that.”

“I don’t know. I want to understand how they function, I guess. Construction, maintenance. Everything. Not that I’m qualified for that, I know; but I’d be willing to learn.”

“A lot of engineering relies on the ability to think in the abstract. Piece together connections that aren’t immediately visible to the naked eye. Kind of like solving a puzzle but in three dimensions.”

You nod. “That’s what I find appealing.”

The diluted blue topaz irises continue to hold your gaze. “How interesting. Still waters run deep.”

You frown, puzzled.

“It means there’s more to you than meets the eye, basically. Quiet, withdrawn individuals tend to be grossly misunderstood.” He lifts the paper and slides in back inside the Manila folder. You hear the last dregs of the candy surrender to his teeth, crushed and pulverized between them. “You won’t be working at the front end. It would be an absolute waste of everyone’s time.”

“So…what does that mean?”

“Plan your schedule around having some afternoons and evenings busy by spring.”

“That’s it? I’m hired?”

His lips twitch, almost but not quite forming a smile. “Welcome on board.”

Chapter 5 ~ a warning ~

The front door of the pizzeria is no longer boarded up.

You slow your pace as you draw closer, cautiously studying the building, but you see no other signs that anything has been disturbed. You cup your hand and seat it against the glass front, trying to shield your eyes from the glare behind you to peer inside the restaurant. You can vaguely make out an archway just past the hostess’s podium, a checkerboard patterned floor, and a row of empty fifty cent prize machines, the candy and stickers and plastic toys long gone.

Your hand drifts down to rest on the door handle and you hesitate before pulling, not entirely expecting it to be unlocked, but the door swings open easily. It slams behind you after you venture inside, startling you.

The establishment’s interior is dim.

The light from outdoors can only reach so far. You hesitate on the verge of the dining room, eyes roving over the booths and tables. You can just barely see the curtained stage at the far end of the room, where the animatronics perform, now closed off from view by the heavy drapes.

“So you’ve returned.”

You jump again, heart thumping, head swiveling to find the source of the sound.

The yellow rabbit emerges from the shadows at the far end of the room, that tall figure weaving between the seating arrangements as if it is intimately acquainted with their placement. He stops with some distance still between you, leaning against a booth with a stained glass image of the restaurant’s lead mascot, folding his arms. The lit eyes are brighter today.

“You unbarred the door, right? Thank you.”

“No rain today. What’s the excuse this time? Or were you so charmed by our first conversation?” He sounds bemused, as if he’s enjoying some private joke.

“I…I came to tell you. They’re reopening the restaurant. So you should probably find somewhere else to stay.”

He laughs. “Child, I do not live here. And I’m well aware that it’s being restored to its former glory. Is that really what you came here for?”

You flush. “I’m not a child.”

“Barely past it.”

“I was trying to be nice. I thought I should warn you.”

The rabbit’s head tips thoughtfully. “You were genuinely concerned, weren’t you? Then I apologize for my abrasiveness. If it seems I’m ungrateful, it’s because I don’t have the opportunity to interact with others much. He does not let me out often.”

You frown but the strange creature does not elaborate.

“I’ve been hired to work here,” you say to break the sudden silence.

“And what will you be doing?”

“Working on the animatronics.”

“Interesting.” One steel cased finger taps along the forearm of the suit and something in the movement feels strangely familiar.

“Will you…will you be here? When the place reopens?”

You swear the figure is smiling now, impossible to see in the confines of the headpiece but oddly palpable in his speech. “Of course. I always come back.”

Chapter 6 ~ reflection~

The bathroom sink is full of water, the steady drops from the faucet into the plugged basin amassing into a clear pool inside the porcelain bowl.

William Afton stares at that liquid surface, at the ripples that disturb the calm with each drop, and he thinks about who he once was: a husband, a father. A successful business owner. An innovator. And how quickly those marked successes in life had been taken away one by one. How he’d exacted revenge for those losses, little by little, paid in blood.

He bends and plunges his hands into the cool water and splashes it over his face, as if can wipe away that identity so easily. Looking up at the mirrored medicine cabinet, the reflection there is the man he has been masquerading as, this Steve Raglan, Career Counselor. How tiresome the charade is, but needs must. It won’t be for much longer. Construction has proceeded ahead of predicted schedule. He’ll be able to start the employee training soon. He’d gotten a good response from the high school students. Cheap labor. A wise, economical decision he’d learned early on.

He blinks past the rivulets of water trickling over his face and it’s the yellow rabbit’s features he sees, the ravaged mascot staring back at him.

“That’s not why you chose her.”

William scowls. “Why did you let her back inside? Anyone could have gotten in.”

“No one did. No one has come near there for a long, long time.”

“She did.”

“That was incidental.”

“The first visit, maybe. Not the second time. She wanted to see you. She likes you.”

The rabbit shakes his head, his counterpart reflection doing the same. “She’s just a child.”

“On the verge of being an adult.”

The suited mascot leans closer, William’s own face now inches from the silvered surface. “She’s broken.”

“So am I.”

He laughs, the soft sound growing louder as it shakes free, the image in the mirror shifting back to the bearded’s man damp features.