“ sounds like something only a bitch would say . . . bitch . ” (cont.) / @contaiinment

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“ sounds like something only a bitch would say . . . bitch . ” (cont.) / @contaiinment
💥 - from Logan !
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💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment
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it isn’t logan’s fault that remus is like this. it isn’t his fault that sometimes, that 24/7 stream of intrusive, horrible, gory and angry thoughts gets too loud for even remus to handle. it isn’t remus’ fault, either, that sometimes (like now) all he can do is yank angrily at his hair and scream. all he can do is try not to scratch at his arms and face and peel your skin off do it do it pluck your eyes out pull all your hair out
“...us? remus, i need you to breathe in for a count of four.” is he panicking? is that what this is? usually it’s deedee helping him. he tries to do as told, taking in a sharp and short breath. “good. now hold for seven, your grace.”
the honorific gets his attention - the only people who called him ‘your grace’ were even more imaginary than the sides. he pauses his breathing, though each sob brings more oxygen in.
and logan doesn’t stop, even as he gently removes remus’s fingers from his now fucked up curls, even as he conjures a glass of water for when the duke is ready. he doesn’t stop counting when remus makes it through one single round of breathing exercises without choking down a cry.
logan only stops when remus gently pulls his hands from logan’s grasp and takes the glass of water, drinking it down greedily.
“....thank you,” remus says, voice hoarse. there’s a thousand reasons why in that one two-word sentence.
@contaiinment - poke poke poke
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“I’m glad you asked! It’s -” Oh. Janus wasn’t going to listen, but threaten death? Exciting! “Are you really threatening me with violence? I mean, if you say so.” The morningstar is lifted, only for Remus to use it to push Janus’ hat forward, if he can get away with it.
She happily hands over the cupcake, easing the delicate treat into his large hand. “ I thought the little ghost was fitting, since you were born in October and you’re spooky like a ghost when you wanna be. “ This was the first time she’d been able to bake him in a cupcake, since the cooks back at Smith’s Grove wouldn’t let her.
Cont. | @contaiinment / Michael.
“Hey! Illy!”
“Why th’ fuck is youse so damn tall?”
@contaiinment
this comes as a soft whisper from the black bear animatronic, she seemed to be in an odd sort of mood, "I know I don't belong here..." (Lefty!)
He paused, setting his tablet aside. Of all the animatronics that haunted and hunted him at night, Lefty was the least of his worries -- and that, paradoxically, worried him. They had no shared history, save for their mutual association with Henry and William ( association? was that what he was calling it? ). They had never been close, and he doubted that she had any fondness for him now. When Charlie had been alive, he had been a bully; after Charlie had died, he had stood by and let her take care of every little soul extinguished in the back room of Freddy’s, too caught up in his own issues to piece together what was happening in his house, at his workplace. All things considered, she had done more for his father’s victims than he could ever hope to, and here he was, trapping her in a maze with the very man who had killed her and her friends; with the Afton child who had known her, now twisted beyond recognition; and with a maniacal mess of animatronics intent only on undoing all of her hard work. No, she didn’t belong here, not with them. She belonged in Heaven, if there was such a place. It was a shame that there was only one way of getting her there. “--I k-know... just... a l-little long--er...”
@contaiinment said: " You did your best, that's all that counts. " - from Freddy !
Random/Plotted Asks | Always Accepting
Marshalia looked up at the animatronic bear and blinked. "I did my best and that's all that counts?" Marshalia was a little bit of a perfectionist; often getting upset if something didn't end up the way she wanted it to even if she gave it her best try. "That's the advice you're going to give me?"
@contaiinment said: " When you wake up, just remember, friends are forever. "
“ Heh --- Isn’t that right? The Rockstars mean the world to me .. i would do anything for them to be happy and receive the recognition they deserve. They’re one of the few good things in here, i wanna keep them safe. ” Rocky said, his expression softening as he spoke about his family.
He would truly reach any lenght for them.