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In your hands is a dark teal envelope "sealed" with colorful staples that are embedded into the paper flap holding the packet shut. It smells floral and overly sweet, almost like some sort of cherry soda was spilled on it. Opening it is a hassle that pricks holes into the paper and tears it if you don't take the staples out one by one.
Open it?
How does one begin if not by getting their foot in the door and wishing you well on your commencement! Of course, I refer to your number! You are now eligible for a "drink on the town". A "night of refreshment". Congratulations!
I was informed by a superior that this means you've purchased a subscription for mind-altering celebration! Do you feel dizzy yet from the towering plans that g0d has for you? Here's a hint to your puzzle: Say yes, my dear associate.
Of course, you're obligated to share your revelries with me once you've had them. Keep me informed on all of your trends!
Everyone knows I ain't invited!! I'm the goose in a game full of ducks, but FUCK THEM! When you go swim or go sinking, you better remember to sponsor me. Deal's a deal, otherwise, lose my number!!
I don't promote these ideas YES I DO It's really just my preference I WANT FUN-HAVING WITH YOU NOW YOU ASSBUTT INVITE ME
Walk whatever path has less mines on it. Do what thou will, you MAGGOT!!!!!!!
Ha! Either way, my portfolio could use some liquidation. Employment is certainly not for the bleak of heart. So, even if you decline my offer... Maybe you'd be keen to share a fragment with me. I'll even trade you sometime...
HENLO!!!! :3!!! Just joined the Caine Appreciation group :3 @radcatcreations told me about it while we were at a con lol! Their Caine is amazing!!! I bet yours will be too!
I had a fifteen minute long crying session yesternight over the fact that all I was 10 years ago, at the ripe old age of 14, is lost and lonely, and now, at 24, I am neither and that filled me with so much gratitude
reblog to tell a teenager that these aren’t actually the best years of your life and that things can and will get better when you have independance and maybe are away from your situation right now.
Same thing with young adults. It can still get better. Your thirties aren’t when you’re getting old, that’s 70s-80s and we all know old people can be cool as hell anyway.
It might take time. More than has already passed, but it will get better.
It gets better. It does, right? Yeah. Yeah it gets better.
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btw if you are friends with someone and you have the kind of dynamic where you can tease each other you also need to be nice. just so we're all aware. you also have to be nice with your words on top of it. like with your words. use your words. you should tell them with your words when you like something about them. if you are scared of being too sincere or vulnerable that is not an excuse to not be nice to someone. also you should work on that. ok are we all on the same page
Why do they even make apps for ADHD. You want me to use my 24/7 handheld immediate distraction device? To manage my 'gets distracted too easily' disorder? Ooooh we developed the perfect tool for managing your anemia. Its hosted in Dracula's castle. 👍
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I just really love how human this mission feels. Both the crew and the ground making fun jokes and references ("amaze, amaze, amaze!") or things like Glover saying "hello baby!" to his family back on Earth, or how "moon joy" has become the team's favorite phrase, or those craters being named "Integrity" and "Carroll," or the astronauts being encouraged to describe how seeing the moon makes them feel (and doing so to a moving degree), and also describing how much working and talking together improves their capabilities on all fronts, and both sides constantly telling each other how excited they are and that there's "smiles all around" Not that missions like Apollo never had stuff like this, but it's different hearing it all live. Wonderful experience all around.
for me being bi has contributed a huge amount to noticing all the ways in which romance and friendship run together and i think in general people would benefit from recognizing that romance and friendship are socially constructed categories used to describe a vast, nebulous, and often overlapping range of feelings
Every Relationship is actually a specific, unique thing. We invented Shorthands, such as Friend or Husband, to help describe recurring motifs in Relationships. But. The labels are simplifications. They will always fail to adequately contain the entirety of the Relationship.
codsworth having to stay behind when the bombs drop and being so alone just thinking abt sosu, their s/o and shaun please :-( i just love Angst
How long had it been? Five years? Ten? When had he started the cleaning? The upkeep? The personal maintenance? When was the last time he had had the people that had booted him up and named him? The people that had been his family for as long as he had been online?
“Oh, Mum,” Codsworth sighed as he ran the buzzsaw over the bush again. How could something so brown and obviously dead continue to grow at this rate? “Sir?”
He had been called, hadn’t he? He could have sworn he heard the call of his master from the living room, asking him to come into the room and help. With a swell of hope Codsworth abandoned the bush and rushed inside, just to find the room in the same disarray as it had been for years, and completely void of any signs of life. Codsworth hovered for a moment, waiting for something to happen, but when nothing did he let out a sigh and returned to his duties.
The family would be back soon, he just knew it. Surely after ten years they would know it safe to come back. Surely after ten years they would return and praise him for doing such a wonderful job with the bushes. After ten years they would be coming home with Young Shaun in tow, now a young lad, and they could all resume life as normal.
“‘Oh, yes Master Shaun’,” Codsworth said as he cut down the bush another inch. “‘I am proud to serve!’ No, that’s not right.”
Codsworth continued his work, muttering to himself over and over what he would say to Shaun when they returned. By time he had the bush looking presentable again, he had settled on Mister Shaun, unless the boy had gotten himself into trouble in which case he would use ‘young man’, but he doubted it would come to that. With parents like Mister Nate and Miss Nora raising him, he was sure to be a fine young man when they returned.
“And return they shall,” Codsworth told himself with more confidence than he felt as he decided it was time to move his work back into the house. He was getting close to getting that vinyl floor cleaned, he could feel it in his circuits! With a cheerful hum, he drifted through the opened door and looked around.
Empty. Alone. Ten years. Ten long years with no one to talk to or serve. But he couldn’t give up hope yet! No, no. He had to keep going.
Continuing his hum, he began to wander to young Sha-- Mister Shaun’s old room, readying himself to prepare it for their return. On his way past the laundry room, he had to pause. There it was, taunting him. Reminding him of what once was.
“A Mister Handy?” Miss Nora had asked, the first voice Codsworth had heard upon booting up.
“Top of the line, General Atomics best,” Nate had promised, giving the chassis a light pat as Codsworth began to sense his surroundings. “And only the best for the love of my life.”
“What do we call it?”
“We get to name him ourselves, according to the paper.”
“Oh. Well, how about… Codsworth?”
“Codsworth?” Nate had laughed at the name, the Mr Handy remembered that. But he had given in before Codsworth was full booted and ready to accept the new name as his own. When he began to hover, his eyes focusing on the pair who stared back at him expectantly, he introduced himself and asked for what his call name would be. “I think we’ll stick with Codsworth,” Nate answered, barely bothering to look up from the paper he was still reading over.
“Welcome to the family, hon,” Nora had said as she approached, a hand outstretched to touch him gently.
Oh, how he missed those little taps and touches she would give him in passing. The little laughs and smiles at his silly jokes, the way her stomach had started to swell with young Shaun and then… and then the day they brought him home. The day that Codsworth was sure he was going to be returned to the factory and changed out for a Miss Nanny to care for the young boy, and yet….
"Codsworth, this is Shaun. Shaun, this is Codsworth." Nora had introduced them so gently as Nate dug out the manual to find out exactly what Codsworth could do to care for the new babe that he felt as if he were truly part of the family and not an investment as he had worried about for the months she had carried the child in her womb.
"Mister Shaun," Codsworth repeated as he pushed himself from the memory and into the present, taking a left instead of a right at the end if the hall and entering Nate and Nora's old room instead. "Oh, mum. Sir."
They would be back, he knew. And he would continue to serve them. All of them. Mister Shaun would take some getting used to, of course, but surely it would be a learning curve for both of them. They could learn together! And there was no doubt that the two of them would be good friends as well.
As Codsworth worked to clean the fallout from the flooring, a simple task that would keep him busy, he had one last memory. One that he had tried over and over to erase.
He was hovering at the open door, watching as his family ran to safety, young Shaun's squalling undoubtedly heard for blocks around even over the sirens and other terrified cries. He raised his claw and waved a farewell to them, trying to let them know he would still be there when they returned, replaying Nate's final words over to himself, as well as his own response.
"I'm sorry, Codsworth," Nate had said sincerely.
"I am proud to have served," Codsworth had replied, feeling those were good words to part on. And it was the truth. Knowing that he had served his family so loyally they took time to say their goodbyes to him had swelled him with pride. As he muttered soft swears at a particularly stubborn spot near the foot of the ruined bed, he felt the same swell in him again.
He was proud to have served. He was proud that he could continue to serve. And he would proudly continue when they all returned home.
haiya i wanna say THANK U SO SO SO much for actually understanding that cassidy is A Kid and not Evil Demon Child like so much of the fandom does...... I love her very much I am her. and I understand her and YOU understand her the same way I do.... raaaaaah I love ur cassidy and u are one of my fav fnaf artists for it 🫶🫶🫶and also ur art is just so cool 💗💗
eeeee giggle and kicks my feet thank you. like i've said in many posts i do not mind the concept of an evil demonic cassidy i seriously have an ironic enjoyment for it. but the problem is that i rarely see people think about her concept beyond Ooh angry child tormenting william. like. i think it's tragic. william deserves it but i don't think cassidy does. she should Never be in that situation.
cassidy to me is that 'she should be at the club' meme except it's like She Should Be At School. why do you know every way to torture a man. she should be in class learning the life cycle of a butterfly or dividing 100 by 15. she should be worrying about doing her math homework past bedtime, not gutting strangers in the hopes that one of them is her murderer.
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i fully was not expecting caine to go full AM on their asses. i did 100% expect him to force them all to go on adventures, but i severely underestimated his ego and assumed he would be doing it from a place of Desperately Trying to Appeal To Them instead of sheer pettiness. ngl i really like his angle though where he’s still trying to make it “fun” but isn’t able to fully understand why it isn’t “fun”. those torture sequences were also soooo fucked i was genuinely kind of uncomfortable which was awesome lowk
also um so there WAS A SECOND AI??? and caine ate it in the womb LMAO?????
i wonder if that has something to do with how unstable he is as an entity. i also wonder if bubble might be what remains of it, or perhaps it shows up in the learning abilities of the other npcs he creates (which is why he’s afraid of letting them run for a prolonged period of time…)
i’m also wondering if all the npcs were deleted with him ??? that remains to be seen. also on that topic, WOW THEY ACTUALLY FUCKING KILLED CAINE ???????? DUDE ?? WHAT ??? EPISODE 9 IS GONNA KILL ME I THINK
Credits: Image Banner -> Joel G, Dividers -> @pixopix
Warnings: Suggestive
ENA's arms interlock with yours as you two walk through the Egg Docks. Yes, arms, both of them freefloating and interweaved with yours as ENA travels beside you and rambles about her thoughts on this world's version of intoxication. You love hearing her talk, her voices changing tune mid-idea like a song with an inconsistent tempo. It's music to your ears, and beyond that, she has an interesting way of thinking that you're always glad to discover a little more of.
"There's nothing too unethical about changing out your eyes from time to time," ENA continues, head tilting in what's supposed to be a casual gesture, but it's hard to tell without the arms. Despite being wrapped around your own like accessories, they rhythmically tap your arm, trace patterns on your skin or knead your knuckles to emphasize what she's saying. You're not sure you'll have the willpower to unequip them when the time comes. "If I got a tad blasphemous while drowning in the sea, I feel like you would be my anchor. As you always are, of course."
You turn your head to ENA and raise an eyebrow at her. You're not sure what she means, but you tell her that you're always there for her, and if she's ever in serious trouble, you'd show up as fast as you could. She's precious to you, after all.
ENA turns blue as she faces you, a tear in her eye. "Uuu... I did it again. I didn't mean it in a serious way... I just ground the atmosphere to dust, didn't I? I just spilled my ideas all over you and now you're not having fun anymore. My stupid communication."
You pat her on the head and tell her that you like when she's serious, and that, intentionally serious or not, you have something for her that will bring her mood back up. Now's as good a time as any to give it to her.
"But it's your thoughts and prayers that I--"
You huff and tell her that accepting the gift that you brought her will make you more than happy enough. She quiets down at the mention of a gift, her mouth pursed in intrigue as you fish around in your inventory for a moment before procuring it: a red, heart-shaped container.
It was almost embarrassing how hard it was to find something ordinary like this in ENA's world, but you managed it, somehow, for her. You knew ENA wasn't human, so it felt fulfilling to share parts of your world with her, like you were revealing little pieces of yourself to her through the memories of your world. From what you'd seen before, she treasured each crumb dearly. Sometimes it was almost embarrassing how much she treasured them.
ENA's arms gracelessly unwind from yours to clamor for the present as yellow's pleasant surprise takes back control.
"Oooh, how splendid! My heart's gotten me a heart! Much heartiness. Cheers," ENA graciously accepts the box from your hands and begins inspecting it from different angles before reading the script on the front, playfully wiggling a yellow finger over each letter. "'Be mine'." She holds it out at arm's length and stares. "Well, the instructions have been followed to the letter at this juncture. Pray tell, dear object from my dearest, what conspiracies have they planted with you?"
You laugh at how intrigued she is with the box, and briefly explain what it is: It's a heart-shaped box with chocolates inside. You give these to the one you're in love with as a tradition back home. It's a sort of holiday custom which is observed on a day of romance.
"Love and romance, you say?" ENA quickly repeats, a little breathier than usual. "Ahem. I-I'll never tire of hearing that tune... Well, thank you!" She chirps, grooving slowly to a rhythm you can't hear while she keeps the box close to her chest with one arm. "Shall we translocate to the mall, then? There seems to be much to spend here. I should return the favor and trade my dear a mystery."
Oh! That's right... The chocolates in your world aren't really the chocolates that you spend on things. In your world, they're eaten. You didn't even have time to finish your explanation before ENA was opening the box and peering at the candies inside.
After learning that they're edible, she pulls out a black skewer and flourishes it with a spin before rapidly stabbing into half of the chocolates in the box with perfect precision, creating a candy kebab that she immediately stabs into her mouth. ENA chews with her cheeks comically full, textures glitching into black skies filled with heart-shaped fireworks before snapping back to normal. Her head whips towards you.
"Theshe ur sho wubberfuw," her blue side manages, eyes gaining little pixelated stars that bounce off of the edges of her iris and collide with each other. She puts a lot of effort into swallowing for a moment before her eyes meet yours again.
You're glad she likes them. You didn't know if their taste would stay the same here or not. But then her lip starts to tremble and you begin worrying that this world's candy turns into radioactive dust after eating them or something.
"This holiday doesn't visit a lot, does it?" ENA casts her gaze to the ground, mumbling.
You're relieved that she didn't get poisoned, at least. You rub her shoulders and snicker to yourself, telling her that you could try to get her this chocolate all the time, sure, but it's more special when it's once in a while. You're just happy she liked it so much.
"No, that's not it!"
You back up as ENA looks back at you, teary-eyed as she closes the container. "You spent a really rare day with me, ran the lonely road and got a gift for me. And... I can tell it was really hard to get, too." You didn't want to let on about the difficulty you faced in finding it, but it seems the jig was up in that regard. She wiped her eyes with the back of a blocky hand and hiccuped. "I was saving up on sauce we could share in case something like this happened--*hic*--a special day or something, but I'm so terrible, I drank it all already, it was too delicious... Now I don't know what to get you, and the holiday's almost over..."
You looked up into the sky and saw a widening crack in the white plane, signaling the coming end of the day. Looking back into ENA's watery eyes, you told her that it was a surprise and you weren't expecting anything from her. You were just glad to share a little piece of your home with her.
ENA pensively looked up at the sky with you for a moment. "W-well, I know you said you don't want anything, but please... Would you please let me do one thing for you before the day melts away? A selfish selfless favor?"
Hesitantly, you agree, because you can tell that this means a lot to her. You don't want her to feel obligated to do anything for you, but you don't exactly have time to vocalize this. Still gripping the box in one hand, she throws her arms over your shoulders and pounces on you, her lips desperately smashing into yours.
You stumble back--ENA's body is surprisingly heavy, but it's heavy in less of a human way and more of a "solid block of material" way. The force causes you to trip backwards onto a wooden platform floating in the water, which your girlthing doesn't seem to acknowledge. She continues to take control of your mouth as you lay flat under her, her dead weight leaving you no leverage to escape her passionate "reciprocation", not that you'd want to.
When she finally lets you breathe again--if you even need to anymore--she lies flat on your chest, her arms curled around your neck to support your head. Her smile is radiant and golden. "I'll be prepared for the next epoch's arrival, okay? Thank you for a new holiday."
The sky finally hatches and gives way to darkness as you cuddle ENA on the wooden island. You feel her shift slightly to reach over you for the chocolates again. You don't think your holiday could have been honored any better, regardless of what ENA says.
A/N: I think that ENA is the dedicated chocolate-holder, as chocolate does not melt in her hands due to her not really having natural body heat. Beautiful PVC/crystal woman
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