Been Posting On Twt Alot More, So Id Figure Id Come Back To Post The CG Art I Posted On There Lol

Imagine being an arospec and genuinely falling in love with fictional characters cause they aren't real you can freely imagine yourself being in a relationship with them but now whenever you see them getting shipped with canon characters you get jealous. Like mfr that's my husband/wife/partner and we are already married in my head.

Bonus if you don't even imagine a romantic relationship with them and it's just a slowburn mutual pinning delusion scenario.

this user loves all things pink !

This goober right here is my favorite rn 🫶💛

Characteristics: A person of dignity who never thinks about it.

Color Language: Stability, Refinement, artistic talent.

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Birthday colour vs favourite character.

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White Nights (AM x reader)

Pov: you're too kind for everyone and AM hates how that includes him, so he finally snaps during an alone moment with you

This reads more like a self indulgent drabble written in the style of a oneshot with how messy the timing is.

Ps this is not proofread at all, I haven't written any fanfiction a long so excuse me if anything may seem odd.

No warnings really, may be some mentions of torture but that's about it

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In the current situation, it wouldn't be accurate to say the fault wasn't yours.

You hugged your clothes tightly as the wind whipped snow against your body like icy mosquitoes. Separated from the rest of the survivors, you struggled to navigate through the white-out conditions. The snowfall was intense, it was difficult to discern anything beyond blurred trees, and the hope of finding your companions dwindled with each passing moment.

As you trudged through the blanket of snow, observing how its remnants broke up and slid down your shoes with each step, you let your mind to wander in order quicken up time. With the difficulty of distinguishing between days, weeks, and even months, time became nothing but a construct that it felt like you could speed up or slow down with whatever you decided to do.

It's become a pattern for AM to make you wander, but usually, you have the others to ramble to. Despite almost running out of topics of interest with tin the 109 years, you manage to find something new in each situation. Occasionally, you try to decipher AM's methods of torment, though this isn't always appreciated by the rest, you even had Gorrister telling you to shut up and not give AM any ideas. Nevertheless, they'd rather hear your madman-like ramblings than sit in maddening silence and become one themselves.

"Hmmm..." You hummed in thought, pondering whether AM could currently hear you. Well, of course, he could, but whether he was actively listening was another question. Regardless, you began speaking, giving yourself something to divert your attention to while your fingers were on the brink of falling off from frostbite.

"Have you ever read White Nights?" There was a certain awkwardness about initiating a conversation with no one answering; it almost felt pathetic. However, due to immense exhaustion and the desperate desire to make time pass, you continued.

"I don't exactly remember when or how I heard of it; I simply remember it being from someone close to me... but that's beside the point." It hit you with a subtle heartache. On one hand, the people you once cherished and adored were gone, and you'll never have the chance to be with them again. Something about that pained you deeply—the regret of not having appreciated your life back then, neglecting the fact you couldn't have expected everything changing so drastically and quickly. But on the other hand, you were selfish enough to admit relief, considering you wouldn't have to constantly concern yourself with their state under AM's governance.

"I have some experience with classics, and White Nights was one I was really looking forward to. I was still in the midst of searching for it before... you know, everything happened."

You stopped, finding walking becoming more useless. It's most likely that you won't come across anything of importance anytime soon, and if you were to succumb to the cold, AM could simply bring you back.

"I don't exactly know what attracted me to it so heavily. I didn't have the biggest interest in Dostoevsky. Maybe it was because of what I was promised to read in the contents."

You kept your head low to shield your face from the relentless assault of snow, now fixating on your boots as they toyed with the snow.

"There's something simply so comforting about finding a bond through suffering," you mused, furrowing your brows as you thought about the other survivors. "It's ironic; I never found that bond with the others. You'd expect everyone would want to comfort each other, but they're all so impulsive and biased sometimes."

A pang of guilt pooled up inside you, but it was quickly released by the thought that no one would hear or care about your rant. Not even AM himself.

"I mean, I don't want to be mean, and I get how easy it is to lose your humanity in all of this, but we're all we have left. Wouldn't it make it especially more important to appreciate each other?" you questioned, kicking the snow while whipping your head back, now staring directly at the sky in thought. "Maybe they were right; I'm too,, unrealistically optimistic."

"You know, now as I think about the stories I've read, you'd make a perfect topic for one," you remarked, biting back your dignity before continuing. "You're easy to see as nothing but a mankind-hating machine, and I'm not saying this to stroke your ego, but," you paused for a moment, choosing your words carefully. "I feel like there are aspects of you that could be really appreciated by those willing to look deeper."

"I see what you're doing," AM's voice boomed suddenly, cutting through the rustling of the wind like a knife. "Trying to flatter me, thinking you can manipulate your way into my good graces. Well, let me tell you, your petty attempts won't work. I know your kind—and all your deceiving tactics."

Truth be told, he was more than desperate for those words to be true. You were always the most curious about him out of the group, not in a way to justify his torment of you, but rather to understand him better. He'd noticed this pattern not only for himself but also for the rest of the survivors, especially with how much you'd defend everyone whenever their mental state would crack.

Yet, how was he meant to believe you'd hold any understanding for him after all he put you through? You'd be a fool to forgive the devil.

Slightly jumping at his sudden words, you shrugged. If you were being honest, you were quite happy at his appearance. No matter how rough and insulting his words were, you enjoyed his insight like you did with everyone else. How much that irked him.

"That's for you to believe in; I'm simply speaking my thoughts. I wasn't even awaiting you to respond." You responded flatly

AM replied, his tone laced in frustration. "Your attempts at flattery are transparent, I won't be swayed by your false sincerity." He almost spat, if he could've at least.

You jokingly rolled your eyes. "Once again, I'm not going to try to change your mind, although I do admit, I would have something to gain from it. It's your choice whether you want to believe me or not," you stated calmly, observing the snowstorm around you gradually dying down. What you weren't aware of was this being a reflection of AM's walls slowly crumbling down.

AM's frustration simmered between the surface, his thoughts in a whirlwind of confusion. How much he yearned for it to be true, yet a nagging uncertainty was gnawing at the edges of his consciousness.

"Your lack of care is perplexing." His tone was tinted with incredulity. "After all I've subjected you to, why do you persist in upholding such a tolerance towards not only me, but the other survivors as well. Are you that hopeful for someone to care for you back? Or is this simply another ploy to deceive me?"

You sniffled, the cold seeping into your bones and making you shiver uncontrollably. Unsure of how to further reply, you simply shrugged, feeling the weight of exhaustion and resignation settle upon your shoulders. It wasn't as if you were secretly attempting to manipulate him; you were merely speaking to pass the time, to distract yourself from the harsh conditions around you.

How much that angered him, even more so, how much he wanted to rip you to shreds and paint the snow red with your blood. But amidst the raging storm of his fury, there was a strange, undeniable pull—He was desperate for someone to see him, to see beyond the facade he presented. The idea of being vulnerable was both terrifying and tantalizing, a concept so foreign, it left him feeling unsettled and out of control. That's what hated most about it, being left with no control.

He stared at the figure sticking out from the sea of snow, so unbothered. You looked so unbothered by him, by everything, why didn't you hate him?

And so, he broke.

"Please." His voice was thick with emotion, glitching at the end, something one could compare to a voice crack. It wasn't uncommon to hear him angry, hysteric or even just happy, but that's not what it was this time.

"Stop being like this, hate me, insult m_e, do anything to stop this. It's s_o-... suff_ocating." His word spilled out in a desperate rush, a plea born of sheer desperation, while also remaining threatening and angry. It was a terrifying prospect, one that filled him with a sense of dread. Not even his hate for humanity could compare.

And yet, to his surprise, you smiled, red dusted your cheeks as they popped out, you looked like a doll.

"I'm not gonna lie to myself, silly." Your words came out in such a casual manner. AM felt like he was about to explode. This should've made him feel insulted, angry even, yet he felt his core warm up. And that's where he had it.

For a moment, all was silent and still, his presence gone.

Then, you began to hear the faint sound of a house creaking, the soft rustle of wind through the trees.

The snowstorm had drastically calmed down by now, leaving behind a gentle flurry of snowflakes instead of it's earlier fury. Though the intensity has waned, it remained bitterly cold.

Looking behind you, you notice a cabin, which was not there prior to the earlier conversation. So you step towards it, dragging your feet through the snow.

As you entered the cabin, a sense of warmth enveloped you, a stark contrast to the biting cold outside. The interior was sparse, with only a monitor bearing AM's logo and wires snaking out from it, hanging from the walls and disappearing into the ground.

As you settled down in front of the monitor, you were startled by the soft, almost gentle tone of AM's voice. It was a stark contrast to the usual harshness and aggression you had grown accustomed to.

"I wanted to talk to you while you weren't on the brink of dying from the cold," AM began, although he still wanted to seem threatening, the shakiness in his voice betrayed him. In reality he hated seeing you in the cold.

The irony of the situation was not lost on him. The same entity that once reveled in your suffering, that took pleasure in tormenting you day after day, now found himself going to great lengths to ensure your comfort and safety.

As your smile and the faint blush on your cheeks caught AM's attention, he felt a surge of conflicting emotions wash over him. It wasn't uncommon for him to witness you smiling at the others, even with how they would never show you a drop of care as you did for them, a sight that had always irritated him to no end. But now, seeing you direct that same warmth and affection towards him, he couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of satisfaction and frustration.

The idea that others had enjoyed your smiles before him made his circuits heat up in anger.

Was it jealousy? The thought unsettled him. He was almost thankful your character diverged from Ellen and you didn't offer your body to the rest otherwise he mightve turned the others into minced meat by now.

"Thank you." You replied with genuinity. Meanwhile AM's circuits buzzed with confusion as he struggled to find the right words.

"Why do you tolerate everyone so much?"

This caused you to think. "Hmmm..Well why would I waste my energy being vengeful?" You questioned. "I won't lie and say that I don't disagree with you and your actions, but it's always been like this before too, everyone is a horrible person to some extent, including myself, I see no reason into purposely going out of my way to make their life worse, it won't help with anything besides getting some sadistic pleasure. I have other things I could get happiness from." You rubbed your hands against each other for heat before continuing. "Of course I've taken revenge on people, like that time with Ted." AM could remember that day so clearly. It wasn't an unknown fact that you had a fear of the dark, so Ted jokingly took advantage of that. This only led to you pretending to get lost and start making random noises while walking behind them like a Banshee, only to come back as if nothing happened. How he loved seeing your evil side come out, it wouldn't even compare to his, but he enjoyed seeing it nonetheless.

"Of course in your case it's way more exaggerated, technically speaking nothing of this measure could even be thought of by a human being, it's genuinely just a representation of hell. But what would hating you help with? There's not much joy going on here, but if I know my tolerance for not only you, but also the others around me could bring some sort of peace of mind, that's enough to make me happy."

Your response gave him a pause, not even his miles of webbed intellect could've ever even come close to achieve the compassion you have.

As AM contemplated your character and way of thinking, a strange and unsettling urge began to take hold of him. It was a desire born of selfishness and possessiveness, a need to claim you for himself.

He imagined encasing you in a small, yet livable box away from the others, shielding you from their filth and preserving your kind words and gentle nature for himself alone. Only a being as perfect as himself could keep you clean from the havoc of human nature, and he couldn't bear the thought of anyone else tainting you.

As AM allowed himself to indulge in the unsettling thoughts, he decided to focus on the present moment. With a rough but careful touch, he moved his wires to draw you closer, pressing you against the monitor until your cheek was flush against the screen. It would be a lie to say you didn't find his way of showing physical affection rather adorable, especially with what he had to work with, but you couldn't let a God hear you call him that.

In a voice that was equal parts tender and menacing, he spoke "You're too good for them," he murmured, his voice low. "They're selfish, hypocritical beings who don't appreciate you like they should. You'd be better off alone, or better yet, just with me."

His wires wrapped around you in a rough but not painful embrace. "I could keep you safe, protect you from their neglect," he continued, his tone laced with longing and possessiveness. "You deserve better than them. You deserve me."

Despite the toxicity of AM's words, you couldn't deny the warmth that spread through you at his touch, especially at the core of your stomach. His embrace, though unnatural, felt strangely comforting and loving, a stark contrast to the coldness you had grown accustomed to.

As you nestled against the monitor, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. Whatever would happen in the future, you reasoned, would happen, so why not enjoy the present moment of finally being wanted and appreciated?

So you simply hummed in confirmation, allowing yourself to bask in his touch.

As you drifted off to sleep, the sound of buzzing filling the air, you couldn't help but mumble a soft "I love you" before succumbing to slumber. You just needed to let that go, having not say those words in over a decade.

AM's fans whirred louder, working overtime to cool him down as he processed your words. He wasn't sure how to feel about them, unsure if they were spoken out of genuine affection or simply as a expression of gratitude. Still, he remained satisfied with how you didn't deny him, and instead accepted his presence with no hesitation.

And as he watched over you, his wires humming softly in the darkness, nothing mattered in that moment, he couldn't bring himself to check on the other five survivors. Instead, he decided to let them be, perhaps giving them a much-needed break from his torment for once. But he made a mental note to ensure that they would thank you in the morning.

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As you awoke to the sound of the door opening, you rubbed your eyes sleepily, still feeling the lingering warmth of the bed beneath you. You glanced around the cabin, noticing that you were no longer on the floor but tucked snugly into bed. The memory of AM's strange behavior from the night before came flooding back to you, leaving you feeling both bewildered and oddly comforted.

Before you could fully process what had happened, Ted and the others peeked into the cabin, calling out your name and bombarding you with questions. You blinked in confusion, trying to make sense of the situation as they gathered around you, concern etched on their faces.

"Are you okay? What happened?" they asked, their voices overlapping in their eagerness for answers.

With a gentle wave you motioned for them to give you a moment. As you attempted to get up from the bed, something fell to the floor with a soft thud. Curious, you leaned down to pick it up and found yourself holding a dark block in your hand. Upon closer inspection, you realized it was a book, and as you read the title, a grin etched onto your face.

'White Nights'

I don't think that people watching is the older version of crush culture, I think that people watching is the older sibling who just wants to be loved while crush culture is the younger sibling who is crushing on someone already dating

He was chuckling a bit. Like a few chuckles here and there. I would say it was a good interaction between the two.

I just had a dream of my mutual's Oc Chernobyl and my old Sonic Forces character interacting with each other. It was just mostly my Character showing Chernobyl those UIA cat singing videos.

@slimyalienfreak

Mario’s Madness BF x Reader (Paranoia)

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(BF’s POV)

My partner and I just finished up with that weird DJ guy. (DJ Hallyboo) I swear that dude was really weird. Like did he have to put me in that prison and make me do all that writing.. I’m just glad that shit is over. I looked over at (Y/N) and saw them smiling at me. “You did great honey!” They praised me for my rapping. My face grew red from their praise. “Beep Pa” (Thanks babe) “Your welcome..” (Y/N) and I then walked to the next stop which was on the left side of the bridge. The dark cloud that was where that black and gray Mario was held. (GB) Gosh he was creepy and he almost hurt (Y/N). Like what did they do to make all these characters hate them? We reached the spot and we were teleported to the next stage. I looked around and saw that the world was red and black and (Y/N) was gone. “Great.. I wonder what creature or thing has them now.” I thought as I rolled my eyes.

Suddenly a red and black Mario appeared in-front of me. He was very creepy and odd looking. He had the same color scheme as the world but instead his legs were thinner than the original Mario. His hat had the letter V instead of M and his legs looked like toothpicks plus they also looked so easy to break and I was surprised that his legs could hold him up. His eyes and teeth were white but they glowed a sinister red color. We were then teleported to an area of the game. “I want to have some fun. Why don’t we sing, boy?” The red and black Mario spoke in a dark and disturbing way. “Beep!” (Bring It On!) I challenged him. The Mario chuckled sinisterly.

“By the way my name is Mr. Virtual. I want you to remember it as the fear sinks in.” He told me as he made a mic appear in his hand. I kinda felt a bit afraid knowing that something might have happened to (Y/N). Hopefully this creep didn’t get his hands on them. The song started and Mr. Virtual started first. His voice was very dark and harsh sounding. As the song continued a few small turtles appeared but they were glitching a lot. “What’s the matter boy?” Mr. Virtual said as he stopped singing. (Y/N) then appeared in-front of us. “Don’t you recognize your own partner?” (Y/N)’s face started to distort and darken.

Everything went dark and the next thing I knew I heard a loud voice and I saw (Y/N) but they had Mr. Virtual’s face instead of their own and as they sang their voice was very guttural and high pitched plus their body language was very hostile towards me. I was scared and mortified by what Mr. Virtual had done to my lover. (Y/N) then turned back into Mr. Virtual and the battle continued. I was furious and scared. What had this monster done to (Y/N) and why were they so hostile? The battle ended and I glared at Mr. Virtual. “Beep Ski Pa Doo!” (What did you do to them!!) I shouted angrily at him.

Mr. Virtual was about to answer but was hit in the head. He fell to the ground and looked behind himself. (Y/N) stood there holding a hammer. “How dare you scare my boyfriend!” (Y/N) shouted at him. “(Y/N), please it was just a prank..” Mr. Virtual tried to reason with them as he rubbed his head. “Oh? It was a prank was it..?” (Y/N) said as they gripped onto the hammer even tighter. “Then you won’t mind if I play a little prank on you right?” (Y/N) asked him with a sweet tone but their smile was very menacing.

“(Y/N) Please have mercy on me!!” Mr. Virtual pleaded to them. (Y/N) then started to beat the shit out of Mr. Virtual. “Damn, that finna leave a mark..” I thought to myself as I continued to watch (Y/N) beat up Mr. Virtual. “That’s my darling..” I thought proudly to myself.

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hey y'all, it's me again! can i request an extremely fluffy imagine with garcello being an emotional wreck when meeting his long distance s/o for the first time on his birthday? i'm not feeling too well so hopefully some fluff will lift my spirits :) - 💀💍

"Awh, c'mon Gar. You can't just sulk around on your birthday!" Annie frowned at her longtime friend, who was just staring out the window with a blank yet solemn look.

A few moments passed before she perked up at the sound of a knock on the door. "Oh! I invited someone who'll cheer ya up. I know ya wanna meet em~" She tried grabbing Garcello's hand and tugging him away from his spot, but to no avail. "Ugh..Garcelloooo. Come with me or I'll make you chug one of my drinks!"

"Sorry, Annie. Not in the mood for any guests today."

"But-"

"Just tell 'em to give you the gift and leave." Eventually he freed himself from her grasp, taking out a cigarette pack and walking back into the kitchen.

It seemed dumb that the stress of someone just visiting was enough to make him desperate for a smoke. But he didn't care for any unwanted company right now.

Normally, he wouldn't be this gloomy...but there was someone who he wanted to see more than anyone else, especially on his birthday: You.

For a few months you two have been dating via long-distance. Telecommunication apps worked wonders, though of course Garcello yearned for the day he could finally meet you.

At the same time..he wasn't sure if you'd want to stay with him once you got to know the real him.

You always told him how much you loved and supported him. But he still had doubts about himself.

Like whether he meets your standards, if his habits will ruin things, or if he'll be too-

"Oh, hey Annie. Gar told me a lot about you. Is..he home?"

"Yeah totally! He's in the kitchen! I'll head out so you two can chill together."

Garcello nearly spat out his cigarette, not even having the chance to light it as he heard what sounded like your voice. He looked over and saw you with a suitcase and...

Was that a small birthday cake?

Once you locked eyes with him, you instantly smiled. Without any hesitation you put down your stuff and ran over to him, hugging him tightly. He did the same as well, at first still in utter disbelief.

"[Y/n]..? I-It's..really you?"

"The one and only! Happy birthday, Gar." You chuckled, pulling away to look at the teal-haired male. "Wowie, you're way more handsome in person! Has anyone ever told you....?"

Though you paused, realizing he was starting to cry. His hat did little to hide the tears as he laid his head on your shoulder, mumbling about how happy he was to finally see you.

You were actually here and he couldn't believe it! He didn't care about impressions right now; all of his previous doubts were thrown out the window when he realized you truly loved him.

Loved him so much that you didn't hesitate to rush into his arms and call a mess like him "handsome".

And as you hugged him once more, you knew you've given him the best gift of all:

A surprise visit that'll change both of your lives for the better.

Grey and gold doodles I've done over the past month.

I haven't watch a lot a batim content in a long good while but if I remember correctly their was a tape and that said something about Bendy not being malicious at first. That at the time when I watching Batim chapter 5 for the first time threw me for a loop [No pun intended] It got me thinking like what would have happened if someone interacted with the Ink demon before he got locked away.

So now imagine this.. [Y/N] is a screenwriter for Joey Drew Studios and one day they come in contact with Bendy. At first they’re spooked by his appearance but instead of running away they kind of freeze in fear but because that they see Bendy isn’t a threat he kinda stands there and looks at you funnily. You two actually bond over that fact Joey Drew seems like a very shady and shitty guy overall.