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[solarspunk]

in a world where ilya doesnt beg for hole during the two year post first hook up, shane gets more and more desperate to manufacture Scenarios to present hole. ilya texts we will beat you again tonight shane so horny he cant type straight wana bet my ass

[solar122]

Beginning of an NCR army-centered Fallout fanfic I'm writing

[auniverseforgotten]

FNAF the Musical headcanon time woooo it gets pretty long so it's under a cut dfcvb

So this HC started as a joke with my (long-suffering) friend (Wolfie) and then just evolved and oops now it's a part of my brain forever. JUST A HEAD’S UP I’m sure I’m not the only one with this theory/headcanon! This is just the way I’ve thought about it c:

So the basic theory is that the Mark character who was in First Nights (the phone call) and Five Nights is also the Mark that was in Resident Enis and the Monster Gulch pilot, with the timeline being as follows: 

Mark gets hired on at a Fazbear location, gets the raisin pizza order, prepares the order and immediately quits, which would explain why he isn't there at the end like the other two. 

Straight after quitting, as he's driving home, he gets portaled to Monster Gulch. I HC that there are multiple ways for people to get In to Monster Gulch but uhhh good luck getting back out. He meets Dodger soon after who's been in Monster Gulch for longer, they pick up (name), and meet Enis.

The whole time Mark is looking for a way out which is why he tends to be more serious in a lot of ways, and multiple times he finds a way but turns back to help his friends because I'm a sucker for it. But eventually he does manage it, they all do, though Dodger and Enis sort of tend to live between both worlds at time. 

And after an unexplainable seven year gap in his resume, just about the only sort of work he can find is customer service adjacent, and I mean c'mon it's Freddy Fazbear's there's no way he would've been turned down. My explanation for why he's so easily scared in the first night is he just genuinely wasn't expecting it; Monster Gulch was Monster Gulch but this is REGULAR life so why is it like this. But that next night he's armed to the teeth just like he always was in Monster Gulch because he knows better now. And then he messes up LMAO

So my reasoning is kinda the following: 

-On night one he's very much the terrified freaked out security guard (most likely a reference to his earliest FNAF let's plays) so I know it doesn't Seem like he could've come from Monster Gulch but the way I see it is he thought he was free of monsters and being hunted and suddenly he's back in that hellscape in the real world. 

Because throughout Resident Enis and Monster Gulch, I know we don't have much to pull from but Mark is very much the serious no jokes we need to survive guy. So falling into that mindset there for survival would lead him into constant survival state and now that he's back he is not coping well with more monsters all of a sudden. 

This is jumping a tiny bit ahead but we also know in the night 4 song that Nate sees them as puppets but Mark specifically uses the word animatronics. So, monsters (and I Will get into that more later). 

-On night two he shows to with an absolute arsenal and I know the ha ha American with guns thing but like it is Very Obviously an extreme overreaction but also. There's no way he couldn't gotten all of those in one day, even with our gun laws. Which means he has to have already had them, and again I know the US and guns but the average American does not have all those lying around LMAO. So how and why did he have all of these already? Monster Gulch. 

The way I kinda see it is like. It's an apocalyptic monster-ridden possibly die every day area, so looting corpses? Very common. I think it's reasonable that he (and Dodger) built personal arsenals as they made their way through Monster Gulch. And when Mark got out he got out with everything he had on him. (I do think Dodger and Enis also got out but I also think they go back in through portals to solve problems/to visit.)

And since he's already twitchy as hell due to the puppets and the memories from Monster Gulch he fires as soon as he hears anything and that's the janitor. 

-On night three he's not there lol but it is so funny that Bonnie just knows where he lives. Like why do you know that. Did you look in the employee records. Why do you know that. How did you know he got out of the police car little rabbit. 

-Night 4 we are once again revisiting the ‘this is a place Mark thought was normal and safe and now there are Monsters in it’ so of course he's freaking out extra again. They go through the whole very good song and then Mark just pulls a machete out of nowhere from his bedroom. Most people don't have machetes in their room, y'know? So I figure that he keeps it in there to feel safe when he sleeps after years of being in Monster Gulch which constantly has threats and death around every corner. Because he had no idea the puppets were coming so it likely wasn't for them, and while he was on the run it wouldn't make sense to further aggravate the issue if he got caught.

In regards to the robots vs puppets I'm sure it was just a throw away line, or a way to imply that Nate is more comfortable with them than Mark is and I mean yeah the puppets are probably still also robots even looking like that. But I like to get Funky with it, which involves a Monster Gulch headcanon. Technically I have two, the first being that only certain people can access Monster Gulch, specifically because only certain people can see the portals in and out. The second headcanon is that since Mark stayed in Monster Gulch for roughly seven years, now that he's out his ✨ Monster Sight ✨ has developed to the point that he can see monsters and other such things in our world as well. He'd be great at finding cryptids. 

ANYWAY taking this headcanon, Mark sees the puppets either as the suffering Phone Guy has caused or the souls of the people he’s killed. So like Nate sees what we see in regards to the puppets and Mark sees things even more horrific. IT’S A STRETCH but it’s fun to think about!

-Night 5 Nate has just. Decided that Mark is the plan and trap guy. Which makes sense since he’s playing the planner but like. Yeah you’re right I agree Nate the guy who has a bunch of monster or otherwise knowledge [like spring locks] SHOULD be the trap person. And we know Springtrap is still KINDA strong since Phone Guy has such a struggle getting him to delatch his teeth, so Mark would have to be strong enough to restrain him for a while. Plus he just straight up rips the door controls off the wall. 

And I imagine him going from sheer terror on Night 1 to calm and collected and ready to go on Night 5 is probably a callback to the way the Real Markiplier played his way through the games and how by the time he reaches the custom nights he is just Very focused and calm about them BUT IT’S ALSO FUN TO THINK that that calm came from his brain getting jolted back into Monster Gulch thinking.

SO YEAH I GUESS TO SUM IT UP just a fun little theory I have for Mark’s brief appearance in first nights that wraps in Resident Enis and Monster Gulch before coming back to Five Nights! If you read this far thanks so much <3 I don’t typically post HCs or theories on here bcus what if everyone kills me with hammers BUT eventually I might upload a fic that relies on some of these HCs so it helps to have it all written down somewhere.

Which is to say I am aware this is not canon and I'm sure people have a bunch of their own theories! This is not me trying to discredit any of those, just sharing my own. And that's what's great about fandom <3

[starmansolar]

A Stefano Valentini Drabble

Based on the art by my lovely friend @matchaccino-x

Please have mercy y’all I’ve never posted anything I’ve writing before.

Trigger warning for: Talk of death, murder, nudity kind of, dead body and description of multination

Gloved fingers gently turn the knob of a record player, setting the vinyl spinning as a familiar melody filled the comforting silence. A Soothing symphony of strings filling the air as Stefano set his suit jacket on a nearby hook. A practiced eye sweeping over the sight before him. A woman, figure who was once a well liked member of the community laying bare and bleeding on a tarp covered workbench. Her body in several bloody pieces, jagged cuts lining her flesh like a barbed wire shaped ribbon on a present he was more that willing to open. Fresh ideas already filling his head, his body buzzing, bursting at the seams with the need to make something beautiful. Each piece he delicately crafted a testament to his skill as an artist. A frown twitching at his lips at the thought of some ignorant fool's reaction to his craft.

A moment of tense hesitation lingers before Stefano takes a deep breath closing good his eye while applying pressure to the scarring under his bangs on the other side of his face. A dull ache had begun to set in beneath his new upgraded camera lense prosthetic. Another breath, deeper this time as he tries to drive these useless emotions from his mind. Letting his nerves ebb away with the flow of music . Philistines the lot of them.

“Darsi una calmata Stefano.” He shakes his head free hand reaching for his knife, this was his domain and he would shape it to his liking and this woman was a part in that. “Dear Bella what do I do with you… perhaps you shall be a symbol, a headless figure, a ghost carrying the essence of life to the next world.. All I need is-“ Stefano paused, a look of flickering of confusion crossed his features. “Dio- where did I-“ hands gripping the blade he looked around. The skull he was saving for his next masterpiece was missing. Whipping around Stefano strutted to the side of the room with a fast pace, a noise of pure irritation leaving his mouth. The record skipping again letting out a sour note as he pushed aside one of the heavy blood red velvet curtains of his dark room as he searched. Hands gingerly touching and moving objects as he didn’t want to break it damage photos in their varying stages of development. Stefano’s eye throbbed now as his growing annoyance was bleeding it frustration. Closing his eye he took a breath and stepped forward feeling a rush of air and excitement as really bent around him.

He opened his eye as his foot hit the ground looking around the different terrain. He looked up rubbing his cents eye as his good one roamed over the display in front of him. A nameless soldier suspended in time, confined to the blue box he created with his beloved camera . His back perfectly arched, eyes wide as his mouth opens in a silent scream. Multiple streams of blood fan from him like bouquet of death. Adjusting his shirt collar Stefano looked around. His polished shoes clicking on the field floor as he moved side picture frames and canvases. A spec of white catching his attention from the corner of his eye as he moved aside a box.

“Ah! There you are, here I thought you were running away from me.” Standing up Stefano held it up to eye level feeling a smile finally begin to grave his lips.” Finally I have all the pieces I need to create, and you will be my centerpiece. My riflession of life and death.”

Translations:

darsi una calmata Stefano: “Calm down Stefano.”

Dio: “God.”

Reiflession: reflection

抹茶 チーノ

“Reflection” Wanted to do some reference practice that was more loose and sketchy, just for fun :) Despite the visual connection, this isn

[pppunz]

mmmmm so i got this from @boobberries and that one really hot anon

so basically, what it is, is that

step! father revivebur basically getting a baby fever so what happens is that revivebur sees u talking to fundy acting like he’s ur son but really ur step! brother and he basically just get this feeling he haven’t had since he wanted fundy

but idk how to explain this but basically he just stuffed and filles you up

maybe even a daddy kink for old revivebur over here

Motherly [C!Revivebur x Fem!Reader]

Warnings: afab reader, female reader, stepcest, daddy kink, slight corruption, breeding (kink)

Notes: Happy Halloween! I unfortunately missed kinktober (I would’ve missed 90% of the days anyways), but I’m hoping to do something special soon! Also, thank you all so much for 700 followers, it means a lot to me. Enjoy! <3

You moaned out as Wilbur’s hips slammed against yours, as they had been for the past hour or so. You couldn’t believe you were in this situation, being fucked brainless by your own Stepfather. How did you get here? From talking to his son, Fundy.

You had been helping Fundy enchant some of his armour, since he had to replace some of his old stuff. You hadn’t complained a bit when he asked you to help and you helped to the best of your ability, despite not being the greatest at enchanting. Little did you know, your Stepfather was watching from around the corner, looking as you helped your Stepbrother out. Wilbur felt blood rush to his cock at the sight of his sweet Stepdaughter looking so motherly. He was filled with an urge, an urge that could only be completely fixed with the help of you. So when Fundy left the enchanting room, Wilbur took the chance.

You had always felt something with your Stepfather, that was abnormal compared to the regular Stepparent relations, to say the least. He had always been intrigued with you, but when he pushed you up against the table and pressed his lips to yours, you knew his exact intentions.

And that’s how you ended up there, though you definitely weren’t complaining. Wilbur’s cock fit perfectly inside of you, stretching you out, yes, but still perfect regardless.

“What a sweet girl you are, letting Daddy stuff you full of his cum.” Wilbur said as he pounded you, “Do you want me to breed you? Make you have my baby?” His words were sweet like honey, yet toxic like poison. And mixed with his accent? You were on cloud nine.

You whined out. “Yes, Daddy! Fill me up, please, please!”

Wilbur’s paced quickened, making you cry out and clench your fists around absolutely nothing. Wilbur’s hands gripped your hips, giving him even better access and control over you.

“Ahh~ Daddy!” You cried out, “Feels too good, too much, Daddy!” His name and “Daddy” left your lips like a prayer, the only thing on your mind was him and his cock deep inside of you.

“It’s not too much, baby, come on.” Wilbur said, “I know you can take it, fuck, you want to be filled up with my babies, don’t you? I saw you with Fundy, you’d be the perfect fucking Mother.”

“Shit, yes, Daddy! I want your babies, ‘m all yours!” You said with a moan cutting off each break. Wilbur left a slap to your ass and somehow, his pace quickened even more. “Oh, fuck! I’m gonna cum, Daddy.”

Wilbur didn’t slow his hips. “Come on, sweet girl. Cum with me, right now.”

You let out a moan and a cut-off sob and came around his cock, feeling his own cum fill you up to the brim. You nearly passed out right then and there, luckily, Wilbur was there to hold you up. As he pulled out of you, you felt something plug you up.

You turned your head. “What was that, Daddy?”

Wilbur smiled. “A plug, we have to keep my cum inside of you, don’t we?”

[solarcas]

Okay I'm no fic writer and I don't usually post story ideas like these but i'm currently in sicko salami mode and I obvs need to cope SOMEHOW so have this Dean 200-new-neurosis-at-once-type fic idea that won't stop plaguing me:

Dean and Cas get their happy ending, they finally get to settle down, quit hunting, get a house in some nice small town and be in big ol gay love w each other all that. And OFC they want to get married ofc they do they're sappy old men in love and when Dean proposed they cried a shit tone but that's not the point the point is that obviously one of them is legally dead and the other rly never much existed so actually getting legally married is kinda off the plate, and neither of them are big fans of the church for.... Obvious Reasons. So instead they plan a big party at their place, planning to invite everyone they know and just force one of their lucky guests to play priest for a bit and pronounce them married etc etc and actually thats STILL not the Point™️ the Point™️ is Dean gets so so so into planning the whole thing

I'm talking he studies the meanings of flowers in depth to get just the right ones for their table arrangements. He makes Cas practise dancing with him every day so they can be perfect at it and Cas can twirl him around on the dance floor without him crashing into the snack table (Cas as angel obviously knows all the moves and performs them perfectly even before, but there's no way he'd pass on any chance of dancing with Dean). He makes sure every guest gets their invitation weeks beforehand so that no one would end up missing. He prepares a closet with demon traps in case they need to trap Crowley should he try and interfere with the ceremony. Cas regularly catches him lost in daydreams about The Day (not that Dean admits that's what he was thinking of). The guy is PREPARED and he's EXCITED like. Neither of them had much chance or reason to celebrate in their life. So he wants to use this to the fullest.

Then one day one of their friends is over, maybe Charlie idk, and they talk abt everything they've planned so far and what they're still missing when Charlie points out "Oh what about suits? You guys gonna dress the part right?" Cas pulls a very affectionate face like he knows what's coming bc boy if there's anyone on earth that likes dressing up more than Dean. So they both turn to him expecting an answer and meanwhile Dean's brain has just turned off because. Ah. Yes. Yeah yeah the suits. Suits we should get. Suits to wear at our wedding. Because we're grooms. And grooms wear suits. Those suits. Right. And that's when he realises for the first time that all this time as he'd been visualising their perfect Happiest Day In Their Lives he had been thinking. Had been picturing himself. Not in a suit. But in a dress.

So obviously he panics and not knowing what to do with this information, he runs off mumbling something about having heard the washing machine beep and man if he doesn't put that all up right now it'll end up all wrinkly sorry- leaving behind a very surprised Charlie and an even more worried Cas.

Anyway not sure where this goes from here but ofc after much Fighting The Represso, much reassuring from Cas and probably a trip to another state to find someone willing and capable of making a wedding dress that fits a guy, Dean gets his dress and he's the prettiest groom a guy could wish for and he gets to twirl around in it all night. And ofc he has a matching white lingerie set underneath, for Cas to explode some lights over later.

[thirteenth-autumnal-court]

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[solar-writes]

cloneshipweek Halloween 2021 prompts

Late submission for @cloneshipweek's Halloween 2021 prompt.

Rating: T

Ship: Dogma/Hardcase

Prompt: Day 3, Curses

Warning: Very vague implied friskiness.

“You cannot be serious.”

“I am afraid no part of this is a joke, Dogma. Until General Kenobi can find a way to reverse what the Sith artefact’s done to the both of you, you’re going to be stuck like this for the foreseeable future.”

Dogma doesn’t curse, because it’s not generally a good idea to spout invectives in the presence of your commanding officer. But he comes close. Very close.

“Foreseeable future,” he echoes, torn between outrageous and disbelieving.

“Oh, c’mon,” the person next to him — the most infuriating pain in the shebs Dogma’s ever had the misfortune of meeting — says, breezily like Rex has just announced the duty roster for the upcoming week. “It’s not that bad.”

Dogma clenches his jaw so hard he hears something crack. “Shut up, Hardcase.”

“I mean, I know we’re both probably not going to get much privacy for the next week or so, but — don’t be so uptight, Dogma. Think of it as an opportunity, to get to know each other…better.” Hardcase waggles his eyebrows suggestively, and Tup’s words about Hardcase harboring the most massive crush on him hit him full-force, like a star destroyer entering hyperspace. “I’m sure we could both…stand to gain something from this learning experience —"

“Hardcase,” Rex sighs. “You’re not helping.”

“Just tryin’ to be optimistic here, Cap’n,” Hardcase shrugs, and Dogma’s left hand moves up with the motion, too, from where it’s literally melded into Hardcase’s right: an odd joining of the flesh that had taken place when Hardcase had, against General Kenobi’s instructions, touched the karking Sith urn on their last assignment to that run-down Sith Temple in the Unknown Regions. That had ostensibly unleashed some kind of centuries-old curse, and Dogma had had the misfortune of being the unfortunate karker closest in proximity to Hardcase then.

“Oh, lighten up, Dogma. Look on the bright side of things for once, would you. It’ll be fun! We’ll do everything together — eat, sleep, even shower, and I’m sure we’ll come out of this as best buddies —"

Dogma slaps a hand over his face, desperately trying to tamp down the rising irritation that’s threatening to spill over. One week. General Kenobi has promised one week to figure out how to reverse the spell, and if the blasted Jedi takes any longer than that Dogma will personally march straight to the medbay and perform the amputation of his limb himself.

Well. He supposes it’s better than being attached to Hardcase at the hip.