Writing blog that belongs to @ravens-and-rust, I write stuff here and just plop it in. Sometimes I'll reblog to my main blog, sometimes I won't. Depends how I'm feeling. I write stuff about OCs, AUs of my favourite fandoms, and just overall nonsense. I also write poetry. While you're here, please be respectful. I will probably have something wrong in the things I write, and I do apologise if so.
<><> some of this will be centred around the Daycare Attendant from Security Breach. Don't like, don't read.
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get rid of bloatware
use libreoffice instead of microsoft office suite
use vetted sites on r/FREEMEDIAHECKYEAH for free movies, books, games, etc.
use trakt or letterboxd instead of imdb.
use storygraph instead of goodreads.
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make youtube bearable by using mtube, newpipe, or the unhook extension on chrome, firefox, or microsoft edge
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use thriftbooks to buy new or used books (they also have manga, textbooks, home goods, CDs, DVDs, and blurays)
use flashpoint to play archived online flash games
find books, movies, games, etc. on the internet archive! for starters, here's a bunch of David Attenborough documentaries and all of the Animorphs books
burn your music onto cds
use pdf24 (available online or as a desktop app) instead of adobe
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feel free to add more alternatives, resources or advice in the reblogs or replies, and i'll add them to the main post <3
I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they weren’t sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.
I’M DRUNK OR JUST BEING WEIRDLY EXPRESSIVE FOR A POINT/SARCASM
Hooted
Howled
Yowled
I WONDER
Pondered
Voiced
Wondered
OH, YEAH, WHOOPS
Recalled
Recited
Remembered
SURPRISE BITCH
Revealed
IT SEEMS FAKE BUT OKAY/HA ACTUALLY FUNNY BUT I DON’T WANT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD
Scoffed
Snickered
Snorted
BITCHY
Tattled
Taunted
Teased
Edit: People, I’m an English and creative writing double major in college; I understand that there’s nothing wrong with simply using “said.” This was just for fun, and it comes in handy when I need to add pizzazz.
Weapons. Trained, tested, forged in steel and fire. Failure is an inevitability that ends in death. Pain should not be felt--it should be recognized, familiar, and inconsequential
Martyrs. In the form of servants and princes, of leaders and underdogs. If blood is necessary, the martyr will lift their hands and offer it all
Shields. Like tempering a sword, but only to bear and not to lash out. Wounds are medals--not symbols of pride, but symbols of worth. A pretty shield is useless; scars mean a job well done
Experiments. Raised on the cold comfort of a lab table. Restraints are only necessary when they're not in their right mind. Is it honorable, to be twisted beyond recognition? Or is it just a necessary evil?
Monsters. Cruelty, caution, and regarding one as a creature beyond reasonable thought is tempering in its own right. But if you keep a leash at the right length, perhaps the massecre won't reach you. One can hope.
Idols. Pretty face, pretty name, pretty hands around their shoulders and throat. There to seduce, manipulate, force any feeling to come to the surface and twist it to their favor. Any genuinity stays locked behind the guilded cage that surrounds their pretty little heart
Trophies. Status and wealth and the traditions that keep someone at their heels, on their knees, to display and serve and decorate one's ballroom.
Sacrifices. Drenched in honorable clothes, prepared and adored and cleansed. The gift of hope at the cost of one's life. Is it taken with no fight? How can you escape the ropes you were born in?
For those with evil, morally questionable f/o’s anyone with darker self-ships. Warning for suggestion of occasionally toxic dynamics.
🖤 - What is a twisted, secret act of love you and your F/O share that only the two of you would understand?
🩸 - Has your F/O ever marked you in a way that felt like a bond, even if others might see it as dangerous or unhinged?
🔪 - Has your F/O ever protected you in a way that was violent or ruthless, but it made you feel deeply cherished? Do they kill or intimidate others for you?
🕷️ - Does your F/O bug your clothing, house or vehicle? Would they ensure you’re well monitored? Do they do it out of protection or obsession?
🕸️ - Does your F/O trap you in their world, or do you willingly crawl into their web?
🥀 - Has your F/O ever “tested” your loyalty in a way that felt dangerous or thrilling? How did you prove yourself to them?
🎭 - Does your F/O hide their true self from others? How does it feel knowing the side of them no one else does?
🌙 - What’s the darkest secret you and your F/O share that bonds you, even if it would horrify anyone else? How did they confess this secret?
👻 - Does your F/O enjoy toying with your fear, knowing it brings you closer to them?
🪓 - Does your F/O ever fear losing control around you? How do you reassure them? Or do you like the chaos?
🦂 - Has your F/O ever lied to you for your own safety or to manipulate your feelings, and how did it change your relationship?
⛓️ - If your F/O could keep you by their side forever through unconventional means, (being immortal via soul pact, vampirism, science) would you let them?
💣 - Would your F/O ever involve you in their criminal or villainous schemes, willingly or not? How would it bond you? Would it be fun or sickening? Other?
🗡️ - Is there a dark or forbidden fantasy your F/O has indulged for you? How did they react to you telling them about it?
🧲 - Has your F/O ever manipulated a situation to keep you close? How do you feel knowing they did it?
🔗 - Does your F/O see you as their weakness, their strength, or both? How does that shape your connection?
🎁 - Has your F/O ever gifted you something darkly romantic, like a token from their crimes or a memento from a fallen enemy?
🕯️- Has your F/O ever orchestrated a chillingly intimate moment, a declaration of love in a tense setting, like an illicit deal or crime scene?
🔥 - Does your F/O have any dangerous habits they’ve pulled you into, and how does it make you feel?
📜 - Does your F/O have a code or rule they live by? How does it affect the way they treat you? Do they have any rules for you in particular?
⛏️ - Has your F/O ever trusted you with their signature weapon, or even asked you to use it?
⚰️ - If your F/O had to fake your death, kidnap you or move you to another country to keep you safe, how do you think they’d go about it?
🪦 - Would you help your F/O cover up a crime, no questions asked? How far would you go to protect them?
💀 - What’s the most cryptic or ominous thing your F/O has ever said to you that you still can’t forget?
💍 - Does your F/O treat you like a partner, a prize, or something else entirely? How do you feel about it?
💋 - Does your F/O enjoy teasing you about their darker side, as if daring you to love them despite it? How do you respond?
💎 - Does your F/O ever use their charm to manipulate you, even in harmless ways? How do you feel about their slyness?
🔮 - Does your F/O believe you’re destined to be together? What lengths would they go to if fate didn’t agree?
👑 - How does your F/O treat you differently from everyone else, even when they’re at their cruelest?
🫀 - If your F/O could claim ownership of a part of you, physically or emotionally, what would they choose?
🌌 - If your F/O could rewrite the world, what would it look like, and where would you stand in it?
🕳️ - If your F/O lost their current life or position (taken in by authorities, empire crumbled, demoted by higher ups) how would your dynamic change?
🪢 - What’s a moral line you’ve crossed because of your F/O’s influence? Would you do it again?
🌪️ - How is your romance inherently destructive in nature? What kind of people do you end up hurting? Do you hurt yourselves in the process?
😈 - Does your F/O take pleasure in seeing others afraid of you, knowing you're tied to their darkness?
☠️ - If you were forced to kill for your F/O, would you do it willingly, or would they push you to the edge?
the evil amulet is a classic but have we considered The Good Amulet . villain who switches sides because they put on The Amulet That Makes You Good and fell too deeply under its spell to ever take it back off and the heroes are trying to figure out how they feel about that ethics-wise
Plot twist? Point? Something else cool that could happen.
If they take the amulet off they slowly turn back evil and one day someone switches it for a fake owo
For money? Because they're also evil or to prove a point. Idk but it sounds cool. But maybe the villan finds out they can be good without the amulet. Maybe they feel bad because when under the amulets influence they actually made freinds with the heroes. And then they have a real redemption owo
IF YOU GET STUCK!! IN A SCENE!! DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!! end it where you are and don't touch it again until later. wait until you rewrite. go back when the inspiration hits. if you think about it too much, you're gonna drive yourself bananas (this is so targeted please ignore me). just move on!! go back later!! write the next scene or fifty and then worry about it. trust. or don't . but trust.
As I dive into researching signs of fear for my horror WIP, I wanted to share some of the most compelling and visceral reactions I’ve come across. Whether you’re writing a chilling scene or crafting a character’s panic, these 20 signs of fear can help bring tension and realism to your story.
Physical Reactions
Hyperventilating — sucking in air but never feeling like it’s enough
Chest tightens — feels like a weight or hands pressing down
Limbs shaking violently, knees buckling
Complete loss of muscle control — collapsing or unable to stand
Cold sweat soaking through clothes
Heart hammering so hard they feel it in their throat or head
Tunnel vision — the world narrowing down to one terrifying focal point
Ringing in the ears or sudden deafness, like the world drops away
Bl00dst4in grinned down at the daycare from the rafters, his eyes trained on his least favourite person in the entire Megaplex: Sun. The solar animatronic was frantically flitting from mess to mess with his signature grin plastered on his face. Bl00dst4in was delighted to see him so stressed and longed to make him angry. Thankfully, he'd just the thing to piss the other off.
He slipped soundlessly down from the crossbeams, landing in a neatly stacked pile of plushies and sending a few bouncing across the floor. He cursed silently as one hit the sunny jester's foot, alerting him of his visitor. He turned with a deliberate, sluggish creak, his rays sine-waving like a loading icon; he was seemingly annoyed.
"Hey Sun-bun," Bl00dst4in said, flashing the annoyed bot with a wicked grin. "Long time no bother."
Sun kept his emotes off; the only way Bl00dst4in knew he'd pissed off his enemy was the worrying creak of Sun's finger joints around the bottles of antiseptic he'd grabbed from the desk. "Hello, friend," came his short reply, with a heavy emphasis on 'friend.' "What brings the banned Rulebreaker to my daycare this evening?"
Bl00dst4in rolled his eyes dramatically and gyrated his hand as he answered casually: "Oh, you know, I thought I'd drop by and fuck around as usual." His tail flicked in amusement as Sun's eye twitched at his language choice; the sunny bot decided to ignore it, however, and instead walked back over to the desk to "calmly" set the bottles down before shuffling over to the now-ruined plush pile to fix it.
"Go away, please," he said brusquely, raising his head enough for Bl00dst4in to see the faintest pinpricks of light in the attendant's eyes. "I'm busy setting up for tomorrow and have no time to deal with your shenanigans."
Bl00dst4in brought a claw up to scrape at his shark-like teeth. "You know, it's surprising how that temper of yours somehow hasn't landed you in Parts and Ser-"
The rest of his sentence was cut off as Sun lunged at him, dropping the plushed characters he'd collected and eliciting a yelp out of his enemy as he barrelled into the other's clothed chest. Both bots were sent tumbling across the floor and, when they came to a stop, Sun had Bl00dst4in's precious antennae in his honey-and-ecru grasp and was leaning over him, straddling the crimson-and-orange animatronic with an air of fury. His emotes had clicked on, too, so Bl00dst4in could see every ounce of hate in Sun's eyes.
"How DARE you bring up that AWFUL place in my daycare?" he hissed, pulling at Bl00dst4in's antennae. All that came out of the other in response was garbled static as he lit up like a nightlight. He squirmed to get away from Sun and the all-too-familiar feeling blooming in his torso, but the seething animatronic held him firm.
"Answer me."
"Li-listen," Bl00dst4in stammered, barely getting words out. He was ashamed at how weak Sun was making him, and how willingly his body accepted the slow feeling of arousal coursing through it. "You should let those," he gestured meekly with his hands at his antennae, "go, and we can talk this out reas-ONABL-L-LY-Y-" His voice glitched and fizzled as Sun yanked harshly on his sensitive wires. He could feel his artificial heartbeat quickening, and he needed to get out of there before Sun did something they'd both regret. 'ERROR' popups distorted and obscured his vision as he writhed uncomfortably, feeling the steam building in his joints painfully.
"Su-Sun," he whimpered, barely noting how the other's rays twitched at his soft plea, "y-you should let go n-now...p-please..." Fuck, he hated begging. It made him feel vulnerable and brought him back to bad times, but it sure as hell got his point across sometimes. Sun's response, though, was only a short, clipped question:
"Why?" Gold digits mindlessly twirled around the thin and malleable wires, making him internally amused as the antennae themselves twined tighter around Sun's fingers, as if asking for more. It was as if they were an entirely different entity of their own. Interesting. With every birl, Bl00dst4in seemed to lightly twitch under him.
"B-because I asked n-nicely?"
"Ah, but you brought your filth back into MY daycare and brought up the WORST place in this entire Megaplex, just to upset me. It's only fair I upset you and don't indulge your wishes, hm?"
"Sunrise." Bl00dst4in shut his eyes, his voice ragged and his fans stuttering. The quiet, raw way he said Sun's full name made the other pause. "I'm trying to prevent you from tr-triggering something I can't control."
The sunny jester gave his hostage a wary and suspicious look, his eyes narrowing as his rays shrank in and out, one after another, in a loading spiral once more. "Something like what."
"J-just don't."
Sun deemed that answer not good enough and scoffed, assuming the bigger (yet lighter) animatronic betwixt his thighs was bluffing. "Liar," he hissed, yanking the antennae both again, a gleam in his eyes almost like hunger for the other's suffering. However...he was not met with screams of pain, he was met with sounds much more unholy and full-body spasms that shook even him as he sat astride the crimson-and-orange amalgamation; glitched-out mumbles as Bl00dst4in's back attempted to arch under his impossible weight, the little twitches of his fingers as they reached to grasp at anything, and the unmistakable sound of something sliding on a rocker joint. Sun's embarrassed glow clicked on as he assessed the situation. He stopped moving entirely, realising that it was no longer he who held the antennae, but rather the antennae that held him. His hands were commandeered as he sat there helplessly, realising he'd royally fucked up.
"I- hhh...I f-fucking warned y-you," Bl00dst4in sighed from his spot on the floor. His eyes had opened briefly to roll in their sockets but had once again closed themselves as he clawed weakly at Sun's pants, the floor, and anything within five inches of his hands. Sun shifted uncomfortably as two of Bl00dst4in's hands trailed over his waist, the sensors directly under the metal tingling.
"Wh-what are you doing?" He demanded, trying to gently pry off the antennae without disturbing them. "Why...why are you acting like this-?"
"You triggered my arousal." Golden and scarlet eyes re-opened to gaze directly into the empty eyes of the bot atop his torso. "Which is something, once activated, I can't get to go away unless it's satiated."
Sun's mouth curled in disgust. "What is WRONG with you!?"
"I was made this way, Sunrise," Bl00dst4in said quietly, still holding eye contact as he trailed a claw over Sun's waistband and ruffles, down over a clothed thigh. "It's not my fault. Just like I know you were probably made with a pretty silicone cock, just for pleasing the dipshits down in Services. Hmm?"
If Sun could look any more embarrassed, disgusted, and angry, he would, but his emotes were limited. However, he knew that FazCo had some especially messed-up individuals in its maintenance section, and he also knew they'd given him the sensitive thing between his legs just to hurt him. It wasn't his fault; it felt so good that he submitted to them, but it made him feel dirty. Nasty. Vulnerable...
"I've dealt with their shit, Sun. I've been traumatised by them. They put these things on me that are greedy for touch, friction, and fullness. And god dammit, I'm not in their control anymore but they still torture me with these...things..." Bl00dst4in's pupils flicked where his crotch would be if the golden animatronic wasn't blocking his view. His claw tapped listlessly over Sun's knee as his gaze returned to the white eyes of his nervous enemy. "And I know I'm not the only one who has curiously played with my equipment."
Sun's glow, which had faded to a dull thrum of light, sparked back up to full brightness with a couple of worrying flickers as the Cheshire-like grin stretched across Bl00dst4in's face. "Th-that is none of your b-business!" he stated, a little too loudly. Bl00dst4in slowly walked his fingers back up Sun's thigh, but softly, with ghostly, feather-light touches.
"It's okay to be curious, Sunflower," he murmured, watching Sun's wavering expression. "It's okay to wonder what it's like to fill something and fit like a puzzle piece finally..." he paused, and with a little tap to Sun's inner right thigh, continued, "just so. It's okay to wonder what it's like to BE filled, hm? I know both sensations...unfortunately, not enough."
Sun tried to push his curiosity down as it ate him up from the inside out, but a burning question slipped out before he could stop it: "Wh-what do you mean?"
An eyebrow raised as the animatronic below him answered. "Well, you see, They liked it when I was loose and large, so they kept me in my bigger sizes for their sexual acts. I never got to know what it felt like to be pleasantly full (though they'd never make me feel wonderful anyway, forcing it on me like that), nor did I get the wonderful feeling of something that fits around me just right. Because they were always tight. Almost so much it hurt."
Sun found himself feeling a little upset that he only had one piece of the two Bl00dst4in had, and shook his head physically to steele himself. He shouldn't be thinking like that; what was WRONG with him!? His eyes watched Bl00dst4in's clawed fingers, almost seeing each sensor that the crimson animatronic was triggering underneath the metal and silicone as he pinged them with the scrapes of the razors on his fingers.
"What are you thinking of, Sunrise?" Bl00dst4in cooed at his captor, the smug smile of his almost engulfing his entire face. He knew EXACTLY what he was doing, and Sun's reactions were adorable.
"I Didn't Ask For This" -- WIP I'll probably never finish lmao
The papers sure as hell weren't lying when they mentioned to take caution in the Megaplex's vast hallways; you knew right off the bat that the only reason you weren't lost already was the man to your left, who towered over your smaller frame rather intimidatingly. He was clutching papers with a sickeningly cheerful expression and chattering on about something, but you couldn't quite hear him over the roaring crowd in the background. It was another busy day, a Monday, and by the sound of it, you were sure some big event had been scheduled. God, how you hated noisy people and their spoiled children. The employee said something about the sign-in office, but you couldn't really make it out, and that was apparently all he really had to say before moving on to a quieter section, pointing out design features, S.T.A.F.F bots' designs, and the occasional exciting Glamrock that passed by. You internally squealed because you knew you'd maybe have the honour of fixing up their endo- and exoskeletons and getting to be elbows deep in all the exciting tech FazCo had to offer. Well, you were excited until he stopped in the most unexpected place. Squeals and shrieks filtered out from two red double doors that led to the Superstar Daycare Pick-Up, and your stomach churned. This was the only place left to explore, and he'd still not assigned you a job yet. Something clenched in your gut as he opened the doors, grinning and beckoning you further in. Begrudgingly, you followed. Seriously, if you didn't know better, you'd think it was Christmas and he wanted to show you all the elves he'd captured from how excited he looked.
"And the most important part of this entire establishment," he crooned, sounding a little too fervent, "the Superstar Daycare!"
You nodded, sticking your hands into your pockets and wincing as a particularly shrill shriek escaped through the propped castle-looking doors. "Cool," you supplied, trying not to sound uninterested or slightly repulsed by all the thoughts of sticky fingers and drooling mouths. "Uhm...I dunno why I needed to see the daycare, though, considering I should be...y'know...doing maintenance stuff, and not babysitting?"
"Oh, but you will be doing maintenance." The guide's eyes sparkled, almost dangerously. Your skin crawled and you felt slightly insecure under his gaze. "The daycare attendant has been having a couple hiccups here and there since we extracted the virus from its counterpart, and I'm sure you'll make a wonderful animatronic babysitter."
Your mouth opened and closed, then opened again. "But that's not maintenance, it's-"
"Sure it is." Again, the underlying threat in his voice made you highly uncomfortable. "You see a problem, you log it, you wait until the end of the day, and you fix it. Simple. Plus, I'm sure it would adore the help in the daycare; it's pretty busy on a daily basis you know."
You were sure you did know, but you really didn't want to say or do anything that gave any indication that you were on board with your assignment. You couldn't believe you signed up for a child-free job...just to be a babysitter for- oop, you guessed it, children. Oh, and a robot that would probably treat you like a kindergartener. Lovely. You ground your teeth and glared at the not-so-positive-now-that-you-thought-about-it employee with immense distaste. This was the only offer he was giving you, and you really needed the money.
"Fine," you managed to say without growling, "how do I start my...job?"
He clapped, brightening up immediately back into that faux-genuine cheer. "Oh, I knew you'd come around! Come, let me introduce you to your little project!"
You shuffled along behind him as he strode over to the door and opened it all the way, calling out in a loud and jubilant voice laced with barely-noticeable poison. "Oh, Sunny~! We have a new friend for you!"
The children all stopped their activities as the voice carried its way to the back of the daycare and into the audio processors of the daycare attendant. You watched a haloed head pop out from behind a play structure, emotes clicked on to display the bot's excitement as it spotted you. Even from an entire daycare away, the thing seemed huge. You weren't sure how children didn't run from the damn thing in fear; it was that tall. It slowly got to its feet, bells jangling and sun rays twitching in bridled excitement.
"A new friend?" it asked, all but skipping closer and stopping nigh three feet from the door. You made a strangled sound and went to step back, but a firm hand on your back chilled you to your bones' cores and you froze. You nodded at the tall-ass animatronic and suppressed a terrified whimper, nodding.
"Y-yep," you managed, scooting forward a little to get the creep's hand off of you, "I'm a new friend, all right."
The animatronic's eyes scanned you carefully, and you weren't sure who you wanted away from you more; the overly cheerful, creepy jackass with his hand on the small of your back, or the golden retriever-energy animatronic who'd probably insist you join the games with all the icky children.
"I'm Sun," the animatronic said, grabbing your hand firmly without permission at all. "I can't wait to get the fun started, friend! Come on! I'll take their training from here, Mr. Twimbly."
The employee--Mr. Twimbly, you assumed--gave you the biggest of his smiles yet and waved as you were pulled away, into hell. Oh, boy. You were in for a lovely day.
