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[freddyyeti]

hii what pet names do u think freddy would use and what pet names would u use on him !!! Also those fun fridge decorating gizmos like magnets and such ... would uou decorate him. Maybe u magnet pin a drawing on him and when he gijinkifies he compliments it :D

-- @sockfizz

HMMM THIS IS A REAL HARD HITTER. As a glutton for pet names I think Freddy is privvy to a lot of em... i.e "baby", "princess", "pretty girl". And as for Me I'd call him "Freddy Bear" because y'know. Pun! It's Jokes!

OH WOULD I DECORATE HIM? That fridge is gonna have more kitschy magnets on him than he can count

[pen-the-second]

im so devotion pilled

[serpentinespider]

Charlotte's ultimate form....

(character uses she/her!)

[bigender2]

[brain-maggot1]

so um.no art today because this is all I have rn 😞and im working today

so memes that I made

bloom au AND general suffering

[echantedtoon]

Twelve Days Of Kny Day 1 Gift Giving

(Kanae x Obanai modern au)

@colourstreakgryffin @lavenderdropp

Snow fell from the sky as the chilly night air nipped at his nose as he walked through the cold snow. Making him shiver and pull his scarf up over his face. Being covered in a coat was a blessing at this time of year but that didn't mean he still couldn't get cold from time to time. For you see it was that magical time of the year known as Christmas. Or Winter Solstice or whatever you celebrated this time of the year he guessed. He didn't know. He wasn't sure about a lot if things, but he was sure his friend would love the small gift he got her.....Maybe. The small gift was packed nicely away in a pure white box surrounded by a nice n shiny golden ribbon. This should be good enough right?

He shook his head. He really needed to focus right now and stop getting distracted, or worried. He just hoped he didn't let his worries overtake him.

He soon stopped by a small home, lit by plenty of lights and a few decorations. He paused just looking up at it, before taking a deep breath and walking up to the front door. It took more will power to knock on the front door and wait. What seemed like hours ticked by before foot steps approached the door and it was answered by another person, but this one more pink and happy looking than him. When her eyes laid on him, she beamed brightly.

"OBI! You made it!" He was swiftly lead inside by the energetic pink haired woman and brought over to where some other hapoy looking people were. He said a couple hellos and gave a smile to be polite. It was Christmas after all. "Here! I'll take your scarf!"

He was whipped around from his scarf was torn from his neck and his body spun for a few loops. He wobbled back onto his feet, but his eyes spun in circles for a moment before he shook his head and was able to see straight again. When he did he saw the woman bounce off to the other side of the room, leaving him standing there with the gift still in his hands. Surrounded by strangers. Great. He awkwardly shuffled about looking left and right but it seemed she disappeared into the crowd.

...This was gonna be harder than he thought.

And he was certainly right. Everytime he though he saw her she would disappear, everytime he got close and tried to talk to her she'd get distracted, or whisked away by someone else. It was starting to become confused and dizzy, eventually ending with him sitting down in the corner to avoid the big crowd. He sighed to himself and hung his head. Staring down to the gift still into his hands. Maybe it was for the best. It really wasn't a good gift anyways. Just a simple old te-

"Obanai! There you are!" He jumped and whipped to his left, and there was a smiling woman staring back at him. He flinched and she giggled. "I thought you left! I couldn't find you anywhere."

"Uh.....No."

She giggled more before glancing back down to his hands. "OH! Did someone give you a present already?"

He blinked before looking down at the neatly wrapped gift..then back to her. Then back to the gift. Then back to her and blinked. "Um.No."

"Oh! Did you get someone a gift?"

"Uh..Yes?"

"Oh, really? Who's it for?"

This was it! The moment he wanted to share! So taking a deep breath, he shyly lifted the box towards her and said. "For you?"

She blinked. The smile temporarily leaving her face for a moment. She looked to the box for a split second, before an even bigger smile broke out on her face. His eye widened when she spoke happily, "Really? For me?"

"Um. Yeah?"

"Oh! You shouldn't have!" Without another word she happily took the gift from the nervous looking man and quickly made work of the bow and box lid. Looking down into the box, she paused before looking back up at him. By now he was rubbing the back of his neck nervously and giving a half hopeful smile. "Is this what I think it is?"

"Uh huh....M-Merry Christmas."

"Obanai." She looked back into the box. "It's so CUTE!!"

The box dropped and what was left in her hands was the most beautiful lil teddy bear he could find. It's button eyes shown bright and a tag stuck to it's side read: To Amory. He watched smiling as she gushed and cooed over her gift, her eyes shining brightly back to him like a thousand stars.

"Thank you!" 

Maybe....His gift wasn't the worse after all.

[scaryfaggot]

um.no. i really didnt

[sweetblood]

ok jannik lost BUT does djokovic have that cunty gucci holdall as a kitbag?? um.no..... come back when you can serve some CUNT novak!!

[mantisunrelatedtothatonerqmantis]

I thought I'd be Randal but um.no pathetic angel boy who wants little boys and a big men equally and talks too fast

[wowz-zowzers]

Therapist told me to try and spread my art more on the internet. so uh.

Hi.

[lemongogo]

compress looks fucking awful im :-(

[thatsmeintheworld]

Ok so I think the general consensus is um.no. they do not like my white boy of choice

[hobihobihoe]

Unruly - Part one

Obey me! + Mafia BTS + 0T7 au x reader                                                                

2.5k ish 

Warnings : 18+ slowwww burn ~ eventual smut ~ descriptions of blood and violence ~ cliche city ~ alsooo uhh if you care about grammar this is not 4 U cause imma dumb bitch <3

Andd ahh this is the first thing i’ve ever written so its probably kinda shit.. :)

Great. Just great. Why did you agree to this again? Oh yeah because you’re a good person, or at least you’re trying to be. You’d just agreed to cover Rosies shift, apparently she was sick, but what you hadn't taken into account when you’d agreed to work was that Rosie had been booked to a private venue, well I guess now you had been booked to a private venue. You hated working private venues, as a bartender people would sometimes assume you provided the drinks or that because you weren't working at your company bar you would join in with shots or maybe give them a discount as you were a lone ranger incharge of yourself and providing alcohol for the night. One thing a private venue did mean though was money, getting paid nearly twice the amount you usually did as well as hopefully generous tips from wealthy clients. But still you weren’t quite sure three times the work was worth only double the pay, but well… fuck it you’ve gotta be a good friend/colleague and well person to Rosie so you just have to suck it up.

Thankfully it was a Saturday night so you didn't have to work it after being at university all day. So you bid farewell to the library you had been pretending to study at and headed home to get changed into something more presentable because a hoodie three times your size and leggings covered in dorito dust probably wouldn't fly at this kind of event.

As you opened the door you heard the crocky meows of your little baby, Zuki. He was an all black rescue cat that you'd adopted two years ago, when you’d started university, as a companion and partly because as soon as you saw his cute little face you were screwed and had to bring him home. You bent down to stroke his head and scratch behind his ear just the way he likes, which results in him vibrating with loud purrs that soften your heart. “Okay baby I love you but I gotta go get ready” Zuki looks at you with annoyance now that you've cut his pampering session short, he's such a spoiled little brat you think to yourself, but as he follows you into your bedroom with his tail high in the air and a slight sway in his steps you can't bring yourself to care. He is just too damn cute.

Now donned in your crisp white shirt and black dress pants you tame your hair enough so that it resembles a neatish bun, you say goodbye to your fur baby and head off to your car on your way to hopefully a nice paycheque.

When you arrive you're greeted by Jae. He leads you to the bar and tells you to ask him if there's anything you need. Okay so far so good, you've just gotta make yourself familiar with any specialised drinks on the menu and the rest should be smooth sailing. About 10 minutes after you arrive a large group of men appear, they sit down on two separate sides of the long table that takes up most of the room, they then send two men from each group respectively your way. Game time you think, the man that reaches the bar first is sweating noticeably, his black hair sticking to the front of his forehead matting the hair that it encompases. “sweetheart get me 6 doubles of gentleman jack over ice and 2 dry martinis”, you smile at him, so thankful that you wouldn't have to make any cocktails. They were time consuming and required a lot of faf essentially and a lot of cleaning up, “of course sir” you say as you smile at him, he barely acknowledges you as he goes to sit at one of the stools that lined the bar. As you get to making his drinks you hear the clearing of someone's throat, you look up and realise it was the other man that you had been coming over. You nearly choke on your spit at the sight of him. His pastel pink hair is delicately framing his cherub-like face, “Miss?”, oh shit you’d zoned out, “Oh i'm so sorry I missed what you said completely '' you admitted shly, he just gave a cute little chuckle. “ Its okay angel” you started to blush at the use of such an affectionate nickname “I asked if I could have 6 manhattans and a sex on the beach” great fucking coacktails you signed internaly, “Of course sir” that earned a smirk from him, you were just being professional, shit professional you had to remind yourself to focus on making the drinks as your traitorous eyes kept lingering in the area surrounding him.

As you finish preparing each individual drink you place them on the bar so the men can take them to booths. Just as you were setting down the final cocktail you brush fingers with the pink haired man, “oh... um” you say prepared to give him an apology but as you look up and meet his eyes you seem to lose your ability to form any kind of cohesive sentence “Jimin, angel, my names Jimin” he states  “oh uh, Jimin I hope you enjoy your drinks'' you feel like a pathetic teenager again unable to talk to the pretty boy at the party. “I'm sure I will angel” he throws over his shoulder as he walks back to the group of men he’d emerged from, what was it with him saying that nickname that just made you giddy. God I really need to get out more you thought, maybe you could go out tomorrow as you wouldn't be working since you covered rosies shift, maybe then you could get some real action and should hopefully suasiate you for a bit. Ugh it's like Jimin had awoken something within you, which usually you’d be interested to explore, but considering that you were at work you were gonna just have to put his beautiful face to the back of your mind for when you got home later and could relax properly. Zesh should you feel creepy? No its not your fault that what was practically sex on legs was going about all unobtainable, thats what your imagination and your trusty vibrator were for anyway.

An hour later and you've made exactly three more drinks, wow, maybe if you stare at the champagne flute for another 10 minutes you'll unlock its secrets and it will be more interesting. Just as you were debating wiping down the bar for the hundredth time you hear chairs being pulled out and moved loudly. You look up to see that both groups of men which were previously amicably sat at the table now have guns aimed at each other. You freeze. You haven't ever seen a gun in person before and there must be well over ten now all presumably aimed and ready to fire. You dunk under the bar as you hear yelling start. You weren't able to focus on what was being said by the men, too busy trying to focus on controlling your breathing. Fuck. that sounded like a gun shot. And then another. You've lost track of how many shots you've heard, lots is the amount you settle on, maybe if you just stay behind the bar and stay quiet they'll forget you’re there and leave you alone. There is a long silence in the room, you try your best to mimic it when you notice the movement in one of the wine glasses that are stacked up behind the bar. Someone pushes the staff entrance to the bar open and strides towards you, gun in his right hand. You start to push yourself backward but are soon met with the edge of the bar, the man is dressed in all red and if it weren't for the specks of blood covering his face you would consider him unbelievably attractive. You seem to have been consumed by these thoughts because you suddenly come back into your physical reality, met with a gun now pointed only inches away from your face. You search his eyes for any kind of mercy or empathy you could try to appeal to, what shocks you is you only see a smoldering fire. You see his finger move on the trigger and close your eyes, you don't want the last thing you see to be a stranger. Just as you were going to try to think of pleasant things and the ones you cheriouish you hear a voice. “Hobi stop” Jimin said rather nonchalantly given your current situation, “Chim just let me tie up this loose end then we can get going” the other man, you guess Hobi? Sneered. Wow he just thought of killing you as an inconvenience, what a dick. “Hobi I think we could use her for something else” “what?” Hobi questioned sternly “well even Yoongi mentioned how good his drink was and we always have to get a new bartender every meeting and it would be easier if we had one who knew who we were so when this kind of shit happens again we haven't got any loose ends” Jimin points out. Hobi seems to consider this for a minute before he moves away in a different direction to Jimin, you try to follow his eye line but because of your placement on the floor you can’t see over the bar. “Joon, obviously the call is yours to make” Hobi announces. “It does seem to be a practical suggestion and Jimin must have taken a liking to her if he stopped you, so I don't see why not” the ominous voice declared. After a second of those words sinking in you realise that they have just decided to take you with them, to take you captive.

You start to shake, turning your head to meet Jimin's eye “no uh..um.no please don't take me” you sniffle “I promise I never saw anything, I won't say anything p-please just let me go home” you can barley make out your own words as they are effectively smothered by your tears and your small gasps for breath as you aren't able to regulate your breathing. Jimin elegantly slides over the bar and bends down to your height “Angel don't be so silly, you're coming with us. You should really be thanking me” he gives you a small wink. That causes a fresh wave of panic to settle over you, you know there's a fire exit further down in the bar hidden within the sinks and stock area, with the spike of adrenaline you start to run towards the exit. It looks like it's going well until you hear a loud bang, then the feeling of the side of your head being hit registers, lastly you notice your eyesight unfocusing before darkness seems to override and then suddenly, nothing.

~JIMINS POV~

“Yoongi was that really necessary?” Jimin akses with a slight frown on his face. The older man shrugs “someone had to do something” Jimin sighs and looks at Jungkook, “it will be easier if you carry her.”

~YOUR POV~

When you open your eyes again you see white, adjusting slightly, you realise your laying on a bed. You sit up and look around the room. There are 5 other beds that you can see, they are all small single beds with a chest at the end of each. You look over your surroundings for a few minutes before you remember the circumstances leading up to you being here. You touch the back of your head and wince when your fingers meet a small swollen bump. You decided you should probably try and leave, poor Zuki is probably waiting for you to fill his food bowl. Wow, you realise in this situation you think of your cat's mortality more than your own, well you guess that's what your life has amounted to. Just as you stand up the door opens. “Oh you're awake now” You look over to see the small older woman who was speaking “Umm.. where am i?” The lady gives you a small smile “You're in the maids room sweetie.” Great that's cleared up nothing, you think bitterly. “Can I talk to whoever's in charge? Please?” You think this is probably your best bet, explain to them that you just want to go hope and hopefully they'll be humane enough to agree with that. “Yes, he wanted me to come and get you anyway” She states as she turns around walking away from the doorway, you start to follow her. As you continue walking through the hallways and up the stairs of this seemingly huge mansion you notice several men standing guard with guns rested in their hands, ready at all times. You start to wonder if maybe your idea is ridiculous as you realise wherever you are and whatever you have gotten yourself involved in may be larger than the small group of men you'd seen at the bar. Your worrying is cut short as the women raises her hand and knocks at a door you have stopped outside off, a short “Come in” is what is answered from the other side of the door, the older women looks to you, “You should go in alone, i'll be waiting for you here” You look at her and then to the door “Uh... thank you?” You’re not really sure what the appropriate response is in this situation but you don't want to be rude, she gives you a short nod and smile.

Once you open the door you're faced with one of the men you'd seen before. He regards you with a very slight smile before he gestures to a chair placed in front of the desk he is sitting behind, you walk over to sit at the chair before you look at him directly. You aren't sure if the bang to the head you had received had caused temporary delusions, but as you look at him you swear you see light radiating out of him. You meet his eyes for a second before you decide they are too intimidating and look away, “You wanted to see me?” you ask meekly, deciding to for now abandon your plea for freedom. “Yes, I did, i'm not sure if you remember why we brought you here so i’ll just go over your role again” he starts “You’re going to be working as our personal bartender, this means you will joins us on outings that we deem appropriate and also make our drinks whilst we are here, at the base” he then moves his face into your eye line so that he can make eye contact “And in return of your services we’ll let you live” he finishes his small speech with a slight smile, as if he had just offered you a job and you weren't being threatened and held captive in this place. You take a few minutes to think over what he had just said, you come to the conclusion that for now faking compliance is probably the safest thing you can do until you are able to find a window to escape. “Who do you mean when you say we?” you enquire, you weren't sure if you should be questioning the leader of this organisation?, but your curiosity had won over any of the other responses you considered.

[caspersscareschool]

also this weekend me and my bf were sitting together and this girl came to join us& struck up a conversation.. & it was chill bc we were all kind of meeting new people but then me and my bf kissed or something and she was like “oh my god you guys are LESBIANS ohh my god” & we were like uh. & she was like “no no this is great i need to go on a 20 minute long tirade so you can validate me on how im not homophobic for telling my ex boyfriend not to hang out with this lesbian couple because i didnt like them because they were lesbians.” and we were like ok would love to but we’re both guys and she was like “oh um.no but youre still lesbians though right” and we were like no actually we are two men dating each other. neither of us are women and then she was like”oh ok. but youre lesbians” then she told us a story about being homophobic it was awesome

[echantedtoon]

Twelve Days Of Kny Day 12 Free Day!!!

(Hey everyone. I just wanted to thank everyone who read this far and liked my story enough to read it to it's end. I had a lot of fun writing it and it makes me happy knowing some people loved it enough to read it fully. If you liked this consider checking out my other works. Thanks to everyone for reading this, faving it, or leaving a nice comment. And thank you to Koyoharu Gotouge for creating such wonderful characters and giving me the opportunity to make this wonderful story.

Tamayo x Yushiro)

Snow fell from the sky as the chilly night air nipped at his nose as he walked through the cold snow. Making him shiver and pull his scarf up over his face. Being covered in a coat was a blessing at this time of year but that didn't mean he still couldn't get cold from time to time. For you see it was that magical time of the year known as Christmas. Or Winter Solstice or whatever you celebrated this time of the year he guessed. He didn't know. He wasn't sure about a lot if things, but he was sure his friend would love the small gift he got her.....Maybe. The small gift was packed nicely away in a pure white box surrounded by a nice n shiny golden ribbon. This should be good enough right?

He shook his head. He really needed to focus right now and stop getting distracted, or worried. He just hoped he didn't let his worries overtake him.

He soon stopped by a small home, lit by plenty of lights and a few decorations. He paused just looking up at it, before taking a deep breath and walking up to the front door. It took more will power to knock on the front door and wait. What seemed like hours ticked by before foot steps approached the door and it was answered by another person, but this one more happy looking than him. When her eyes laid on him, she beamed brightly.

"Yushiro! You made it!" He was swiftly lead inside by the energetic pink haired woman and brought over to where some other happy looking people were. He said a couple hellos and gave a smile to be polite. It was Christmas after all. "Here! I'll take your scarf!"

He was whipped around from his scarf was torn from his neck and his body spun for a few loops. He wobbled back onto his feet, but his eyes spun in circles for a moment before he shook his head and was able to see straight again. When he did he saw the woman bounce off to the other side of the room, leaving him standing there with the gift still in his hands. Surrounded by strangers. Great. He awkwardly shuffled about looking left and right but it seemed she disappeared into the crowd. Until he spotted the woman who he was hoping to see. She started forward but she was quickly snatched up by someone calling her name.

...This was gonna be harder than he thought.

And he was certainly right. Everytime he though he saw her she would disappear, everytime he got close and tried to talk to her she'd get distracted, or whisked away by someone else. It was starting to become confused and dizzy, eventually ending with him sitting down in the corner to avoid the big crowd. He sighed to himself and hung his head. Staring down to the gift still into his hands. Maybe it was for the best. It really wasn't a good gift anyways. Just a simple old pa-

"Yushiro! There you are!" He jumped and whipped to his left, and there was a smiling woman staring back at him. He flinched and she giggled. "I thought you left! I couldn't find you anywhere."

"Uh.....No."

She giggled more before glancing back down to his hands. "OH! Did someone give you a present already?"

He blinked before looking down at the neatly wrapped gift..then back to her. Then back to the gift. Then back to her and blinked. "Um.No."

"Oh! Did you get someone a gift?"

"Uh..Yes?"

"Oh, really? Who's it for?"

This was it! The moment he wanted to share! So taking a deep breath, he shyly lifted the box towards her and said. "For you?"

She blinked. The smile temporarily leaving her face for a moment. She looked to the box for a split second, before an even bigger smile broke out on her face. His eye widened when she spoke happily, "Really? For me?"

"Um. Yeah?"

"Oh! You shouldn't have!" Without another word she happily took the gift from the nervous looking man and quickly made work of the bow and box lid. Looking down into the box, she paused before looking back up at him. By now he was rubbing the back of his neck nervously and giving a half hopeful smile. "Is this what I think it is?"

"Uh huh....M-Merry Christmas."

"Yushiro." She looked back into the box. "It's so beautiful!"

The box dropped and what was left in her hands was the most beautiful miniature painting she'd ever seen. A perfect replication of her own face. He watched smiling as she gushed and cooed over her gift, her eyes shining brightly back to him like a thousand stars.

"Thank you!"

Maybe....His gift wasn't the worse after all.

[kymmiethickerthanmost]

Have you ever mistakenly used a string cheese stick instead of a tampon during your period? I did and whoa what a mess that was.

Um.no.