The Amount Of Parents Who Come To The Pizzaplex That Deserve To Be Classified As BSL-4 Biohazards Is

Current WIP's and the order they will be written in!

"Anything For You, Your Highness." A Platonic FTM Reader x Odypen (SFW) - Sumary: After Odysseus hadn't returned in over twelve years and the Suitors start to grow restless, Reader; a long time friend and servant of the royal family takes matters into their own hands to assure that Penelope can stick to her promise of staying loyal to her husband and the only way they knew how to do so was to become a 'suitor' themself.

"Turn Up The Heat" Rock Lock x Male Reader (NSFW) - Sumary: Finaly returning home after ten years from over seas as a sex therapist, reader reunites with his long time friend Keiko and her husband Ken also known as the her Rock Lock, managing to befriend the seasoned hero. On one fateful day the topic of their failing sexlife comes up and Reader offers a generous hand to spice things up.

Zetsu: Four months...

Kakuzu: What are they talking about?

Sasori: Just wait...

(Y/n): Zets, honey it's not that big of a deal.

Zetsu: FOUR MONTHS YOU STOOD BY AND WATCHED ME WATER A FAKE PLANT

If you were in the MHA universe, what would be your reason for becoming a hero"?

Please respond in the comments because I need other unbiased oppinions because most of the characters I write or make end up with the same past experiences and want to spice things up a bit. Much thanks! <3

Honor or avenge a loved one.

Push 'those types' of heroes out and expose them to the public.

Embrace the power your Quirk holds (If you have one).

Wish to preotect the innocent.

Enact your hate towards villains or injustice.

To get the fuel of the thrill and adrenaline (adrenaline junkie).

To pull yourself or a family member out of poverty.

Wanting to make a differece in the world of heroes and villains.

Seeking redemption (A past villain, criminal or vigilante).

To become the protector you needed but never got.

Searching for a form of purpose.

Simply can't stand on the sidelines any longer.

Wanting to prove your worth to someone or a series of people.

The simple view of being respected.

To continue the line of heroism in your families past and or bloodline.

To change how heroes and villains are viewed.

Wanting to give back to a community.

Beleiving the heroes in your place of residence aren't doing enough to protect the people they vowed to serve.

Wanting to feel in control of your own life and or control how some things may be controled (Lack of justice, help bring down villain rates, ect)

To up someone you have personal vendeta against.

To act on your strong morals and ethics.

Wishing to take down a certain group of villains/ criminals without getting into legal trouble for unlawful heroism.

If you guys have any other ideas to toss in, please do because i need them lol!

Sorry if some of these are repeats of a nother question lol, I'm just writing down what comes to mind :P

ONE SHIP CHALLANGE WITH THE AKATSUKI

°•°Hidan•°•

2K words!

Shoves the whole fucking thing in his mouth, chew as casually as possible till the heat hits his tongue then he starts to chew REAL slow, tears pricking his eyes as his breathing grows ragged.

Finally he would 'swallow' and then let out the most gutteral, and ear peircing screetch as he scrambled to try and wash the nasty and hot ass taste from his mouth as he screams a string of curses

°•°Kakuzu•°•

Honestly, at first he wouldn't take it too seriously. But at first he would take a huge ass bite and glance at your ear face before chewing slightly. Imidiately his cheeks grow red, nose begins to run dispite his age- he then coughs into he ball of his hand with a hissing inhail.

"It's not hot." He stated bluntly, you just lift a finger to point at his very obviously tear filled eyes.

"Your eyes are waterin-"

"Shut the fuck up."

When you retreat back to your room hands raised in mocking surrender, that man dead ass is hastily making his way to guzzle down anything that might sooth his burning mouth, aching throat, and scorching stomach.

°•°Itachi•°•

He dead ass thought he could handle the heat. But nope!-

Popped that chip in his mouth and his hands are already flapping, tongue lulling from his mouth as he chants 'HOT' repeatedly with teary eyes.

You thought he would have been way more composed over this but again- you were wrong!-

You hand the man a nice soothing glass of milk to imidiately down as you coo in giggling comfort, voice laced with guilt.

"Are you okay Itachi?" You squeak slightly rubbing comforting circle along the little of his back.

The said man sat hunched forwards, elbows jabbing into his thichs as his head rested in his trembling hands. Breathing having gone ragged as his tongue hung from his mouth as if a panting dog.

"Yeah- yeah I'm fine- just stunned-" he lied.

You pout slightly again handing him the cup of milk to which he took greatfuly.

"I said you didn't have to do it if you didn't want too..." Placing the cup onto the end table next to the furnatures armrest he shook his head.

"If I don't want to do it I wouldn't have aten it. But now I regret it."

°•°Kisame•°•

Poor man-

You honestly refused to give him the chip in fear of what it would do to his stomach since his body has certain needs and things that he can't ingest due to his shark like appearance and shit.

But!

When you turned your head for just a MOMENT that black chip was already between his teeth. And gone.

You stated at him concerned as his cheeks begin to flush, eyes begin to water, chest raising stutteres and breathing hitches.

Without a sound that shark-man is dashing his way to the kitchen faster than the fitness gram pacer test to seek something- ANYTHING to sooth his aching soul.

°•°Sasori•°•

"No." And that was final. Door closing in your face as he slithered back to his desk to carve his puppets.

°•°Deidara•°•

Poor poor boy.

Remember how art is an explosion?

Not this explosion.

This one he fucking HATES with a burning hatred.

Deidara just nipped the corner of that chip- not too bad at first, yes it was spicy but that was just the beginning.

Seeing that the chip wasn't as hot as potrayed- he shoved the whole thing in his mouth with a nonchalant shrug, chewing away.

That was till his movements came to a hault and choked out a stiffled cough.

"You alright Dei?" You questioned, an amused smirk across your smug features.

Deidara trembled slightly before lifting a wavering thumb in false reassurance. "Yea-h I'm fine-" as if on cue he begins to hack violently, shoving his fingers down his throat to rid of the charcoal colored chip that he had so foolishly swallowed. As this was being done he yanked his hand away flapping it wildly as the mouth in his palm began to gape tongue lulling from its place in his hand.

"OW OW OW!" He whimpered, blowing on the snarling feature in his palm that now had the slightest specks of the devil's chip on its skin.

As the blond arsonist cried out in agony you screamed out in utterly laughter, throat growing raw from the large amount of air that left your lungs.

And with that, he- from now on- will make you bite into it first to make sure you didn't sneak a lill' surprise in there.

•°•Pein°•°

Just like Sasori, he declined your request/demand with much confidence.

•°•Tobi°•°

THIS POOR MAN-CHILD

HE TRUSTED YOU

"Now Tobi, this is REALLY hot..."

"Tobi can handle it!" He beamed, reaching his grabby hands toward the price of food that you yanked from his reach. Tobi let out a whine in protest as he slumped forwards, resting his weight against your now leaning figure.

You handed him the chip reluctantly before it was snatched form your fingers and downed almost imidiately by the Uchiha.

"(Y/n)-Chan! That was goo-" his sentence was cut incredibly short- stopped with a hissing gasp as his hands began to wave violently from under the cloaks sleeves, you could see the heat in his ears as his face was covered by the orange mask.

You imidiately felt bad as he began to wait in agony, dashing around the hide out as if it were caught ablaze, screeching that his mouth was going to wither away!

You had grabbed the poor man a large glass of milk to sooth his aching tummy.

"Tobi is never going to trust you again..." He spoke, voice hinted with betrayal as you stroked the crown of his head, sweeping back the short black locks of his hair. You snickered slightly at the males words.

"Hey, don't blame me. I warned you and you didn't listen to me. Like a always say- 'curiosity killed the cat'-"

"-But this time satisfaction did NOT bring it back."

•°•Zetsu°•°

"No thank you (Y/n), Not interested in your stupid little experiment."

"Don't be rude- I don't want to do it."

This went on for too long, so you just walked away.

•°•Konan°•°

You absolutely REFUSED to give this angel of a woman the chip. You would NEVER harm this absolute love of a dove.

"So, the others have told me about this 'One chip challenge' that you have been doing. I also heard from Pein-sama that you even offered him up for the challenge. But I was curious as to why you haven't offered me yet?" Her voice was soft, a twinge of sorrow tainted her tone. You imidiately hopped form your place on the couch, approaching the emotionally hurt purple-haired tiger-lilly-eyed woman that you adored.

"No no no! Konan, I would never exclude you from anything fun! It's that the chip is really hot and I don't want you getting sick and stuff! I like you too much!" You then explained the meaning behind why you hadn't offered the lady a chip to which she nodded in understanding.

"Awe, (Y/n), your so generous. And I appreciate you telling me because I am honestly not the type who enjoys spicy things like that. It would hurt my stomach. But thank you for saving me the agony, unlike the others."

You snickered nervously.

"No problem Konan!"

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SO- I DID A THING!

Fnaf SB X NonBi!Blacklight!Drummer!Animatronic!reader

Beat Your Own drum

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,

ANNOUNCEMENT

Request: no

Pairing: none

mainly mentioned: Reader

Pronouns: They/them

Warnings: Anxiety, Possible anxiety attack, swearing

A/N: This isn't like the bullet point post that I did last time. This is the lengthy story format.

ENCORE

Anxiety embraced your tense form warmly, invisible limbs wrapping around your torso whispering harmful nothings in your brightly pigmented ears.

A shudder racked your spine sending unwelcomed twinges through your wires, your fingertips even though you weren't supposed to feal, felt numb, tingly, like pins and needles of a limb that had fallen asleep after being seated for too long.

A large firm hand placed itself on the little of your back, jolting your head spun (E/C) hues meeting with a pair of ocean blue ones that swirled with a flurry of emotions you were yet able to read.

The main singer had noticed your tense figure, ears pulled to the sides of your head and twitching fingers, every so often he would catch incoherent mumbles of encouragement but only for it to be of to no avail. Shoving the small resentment and anger towards you aside he took it upon himself to check on you.

"You ready kid?" he hums softly almost like you were a meek little bird that would be startled by even the slightest movement, brows furrowing his sky-colored orbs swirled with concern. Shaking your head, you turned from his blue and red lined masked face, eyes directed to the elevator like stage platform, instruments equally spaced for each animatronic. You could hear the upbeat music that played above the surface, it just barely reaching your ears. "No, but do I really have a choice?" Your ears sunk further, shoulders rising as a labored breath? racked your chest. Your anxiety had grown worse at the distinct chatter that seeped into the underground 'Mascot aid and performance' area.

The bears large hand like paw circled, calmly trailing your back at an attempt to calm your stressed wires and spurring gears. "You're going to do great, I'm sure of it!" He chirped, monotone voice humming comfortably.

Your body jolted forwards as a sudden weight slung itself across your back. A bubbly giggle escaped the chicken's beak as she snuggled her feathers against your face. It hadn't taken long for you two to grow close, yeah, she was iffy on your first arrival and how you would react, this having been the reason because of a certain gator... but after the week of maintenance and such you were able to finally properly interact with the crew. The others had to admit you were quite well with the ladies as you already had Chica and Roxanne wrapped around your finger. "Come on (Y/N)! You're gonna do amazing!" She squealed; lean arms being wrapped around your neck careful not to jab you in the head with her pink shoulder guards.

"But-"

"Alright droids, get in your places its show time!" A prepubescent voice demanded patting Montgomery on the back whose tail swayed behind him as he jogged towards his assigned spot on the moving stage platform, lifting the warm colored base guitar strap over his head he groaned, struggling momentarily as he attempted to get the strap over his purple shoulder guards. A few incoherent curses later the instrument was finally in its rightful place on his shoulder.

Placing a hand on your own yellow shoulder guards Freddy nodded. Saphire hues boring into your own as if to silently cheer you on.

Furrowing your brows, you nodded back with a deep breath. "I've got this... Maybe..." With a hearty chuckle the bear patted your shoulder reassuringly. "There you go. come on." He smiled softly head leaning toward the others who looked back at the two.

"LET'S ROCK THE ROOF OFF THIS JOINT!" Montgomery chanted, deep voice bellowing through the opening above.

Your legs took on a mind of their own as you marched to your drum set, the neon lights inside glowing brightly followed with the neon yellow drumsticks on the side.

eyes everting toward the chair before you, you sat clawed hands wrapping around the wooden, neon sticks, foot on the bass drums peddle you heaved a breath with another firm nod.

"Let's fucking do this."

The stage platform jerked, your metal exterior skeleton clinking together softly. The music blared as the announcer's voice boomed proudly.

"LADYS AND GENTALMEN BOYS AND GIRLS FAZBEAR ENTERTAINMENT WOULD LIKE YOU TO PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER FOR THE FREDDY FAZBEAR BAND, WE ALSO WANT TO GIVE A WARM WELCOME TO OUR NEW RECRUIT TO THE CREW PLEASE WELCOME (Y/N) THE (Animal)!"

Deafening cries of welcoming filled your soul as the platform finally came to a jolting stop.

The music quieted as did the crowd.

Stage lights shining on you, the new center of attention.

With an anxious exhale your arms lifted, neon drumsticks suspended in the air.

Everything felt as if it had slowed, crippling anxiety ate, devouring your nonexistent stomach, you felt as if you could hurl. With clenching eyes and a firm smack of your sticks the lights flickered.

The crowd roared as they cried out in awe at your now vibrantly glowing appearance as your sticks thrummed against the instrument Infront of you.

Eyes fluttering open slightly you gazed to the crowd, glowsticks and neon apparel illuminating the huge room as they danced. You grinned widely at the breath-taking sight, anxiety fading away like a monster in the light.

Glancing from your audience your (E/C) hues met with a pair of blue ones once again. Freddy grinned as he danced along the stage spitting lyrics. Roxanne's hair flew into the air, clearly feeling the new beat as she headbanged.

Chica cried out in silent cheers as she tore a mean riff grinning widely at your illuminating form.

However, when your eyes landed on the oversized Gator, he glared back with resentment? Anger?

Again, anxiety devoured your wires, figure becoming stiff and jerky as he turned away from you.

___

"You did AMAZING out there (N/N)!" Chica cried as she hoped around the now descended platform. You lay the drumsticks down wiping the developed condensation from your brow smiling nervously at the hyper chicken who seemed to notice your still tense form.

Beak opening to speak she was cut off by a loud crash, heads jerking in the direction of the destruction you coiled.

Montgomery growled loudly as he marched from the room, Bass guitar laying on the ground somewhat unharmed "I gotta go blow some fuckin' steam." He growled marching down the hall, footsteps fading as he trudged.

You sighed softly ears once again retreating to the side of your head.

Freddy turned facing your saddened form. "Don't mind him, he's a bit hot headed." He spoke nonchalantly with the shake of his head. You nodded mouth opening to reply.

"Don't- he does this a lot; you'll get used to it eventually." Roxanne sighed.

"H-How about we go and do our meet and greets now? I'm sure Monty will come around eventually." Chica suggested with a nervous chuckle. With mutters of agreement again a large hand placed itself on the little of your back. Glancing up at the brown bear he chuckled.

"Better grab a few pens and get ready for flashing camera's because you're the center of attention today." Your nervous smile faltered into a poker face at the mention of this. With a long sigh your shoulders slunk forward, torso slouching as you stumbled from the performance room.

This was gonna be a long day...

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WOOOO TWO PARTS IN ONE DAY, YALL BLEW PART ONE UP (to me anyway) BUT HERE IS YA PART 2, PART 3 COMING AS SOON AS I AM FINISHED.

I also might turn this into a full-blown book that I will probably put on like Wattpad and shit too so- yeah. Let me know if I should or not!!

NO BECAUSE WHO KEEPS MAKING THESE!?

I AM HOWELING WTF

Kisame and Itachi do be looking good tho-

Hot take, but personally, Odysseus has 100 problems and Eurylochus has caused at least 90% of them.

Unfortunately, I will be indefinitely be away from this and many other sights with my writings, as many of you may know, AO3 was scraped and many fanfiction and original works along with a few of my own were used to train an AI made for writing.

This also means the google docs used for taking requests will be disabled and possibly unpublished in general.

It has left me unable to write and has put me in an art block that I can't seem to escape, some of the people who have submitted requests and I have started on have noticed this as well and I apologize sincerely that your own Idea's will not be published, and to those I give full permission to use the bulleten docs I have written on and to do with them as you please since it was your idea's I was supposed to bring to life and am now unable to do so.

It has gutted me knowing that the work and dedication I have put into my creations has been stiped away, that my ideas, my planning, my plots and other points were torn from me and other creators with barely any word until recently. I have made many accounts here on Tumblr and other websights such as: Wattpad, Quotev, AO3, and other places but due to the AO3 incident I will no longer be publishing my work publically in fear of my hard work being once more torn away.

I am not sure if Tumblr or any of the websights I use have been snagged by AI or not but I do not want to risk this from happening again. I sincerely apologize, maybe one day in the near or far future I will return to my accounts and indulge in my hobbies but now is not the time, nor may it ever be.

-Sincerely,

Alabastor

Hey, what the hell is your profile picture, homedog? [/genuine]

I accidentally clicked it and got confused.

Oh, it's one of my friends in a Freddy Fazbear onesy. We had a sleep over one time and let's just say that 4 people with ADHD and are extremely hyperactive in one room at 3 in the morning with pretty much an infant amount of gummy worms, swedish fish, Oreos and mountain dew do not mix well because you then get one of these absolute master pieces

(the photo is also found on Google because they magically decided to recreate the photo at like 4:30 am)