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Jen + Henry are next but throws Cassidy design at you Will tell you more if you ask!!!!

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Phone Dude mention!!!!!111!!!!!!!!!!

How Michael’s interview with Phone dude went in FNAF 3

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This is canon to me

look! its my favorite animal!

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Me when I see a post with information that almost definitely only applies to the USA but they don't say that

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The biggest mystery of fnaf lore is how that fucking pizzeria keeps being allowed to reopen

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rocking under my desk emily siblings emily siblings (expect me to draw them soon)

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New meme template just dropped

based on a stupid joke I made like last year

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I love the idea of Henry and Edwin being buddies or at least being like uni partners in my au, but the age gap is too large, based on the Mimic story, Edwin's age of 24 in March (let's say in 1987 though it might have been a little before) would mean Henry (in my au age) would have only just turned 35 D:)

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This is them in the sims 4 William is tense because he has the hates children trait BTW Also don't mind the lack of house in the background I took this before I made it (also lore time Henry and Charlie are here because I didn't want to manage two separate lots but in game his house burnt down or something IDK)

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This is crazy!!!! omg!!!!

haven't drawn william in a while

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Yippee!! I love them :]

Check out the Hidden Hands AU fic here, if you want to see the actual narrative/output of the AU!

It's a Henry-Charlie centric AU, but the major characters are just as important :] (this is for anyone who's first time stumbling on this post)

Anyway, here's the Hidden Hands AU reference sheet masterpost I've been alluding to for months, kinda! These are mostly 1983-1985 (1985 is where my AU starts, but I think it's important to show the respective differences/timeskip since 1983.)

Here's a post describing how the Afton and Emily family generally are around 1985 (before Charlie dies), in an ask I answered.

The general story beats in terms of who dies first: Evan dies in 1983, then Charlie dies in 1985. Both Elizabeth and MCI kids die in 1987.

That's all I can say for the major story beats! I don't wanna share/spoil too much here, since it'll all be explored in the fic anyway.

Added my Michael timeline sheet here so it's a lot more organized, but there's more information about that and Michael's overall personality and timeline shift in this post.

Wanted to also add my Cassidy's reference/her family here, since she will be important in the story as well, albeit much later.

I hope everything makes sense here! Feel free to ask any questions in the comments/send asks about it, just know that I'm really slow with asks right now.

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The Drawing (short OC thing)

I was bored and I haven't written anything that isn't Theatrics at Freddy's related for a while so I decided to write a short piece introducing a few of my OCs. There isn't much of a plot, this one focuses mainly on Lola and Andrew. I will probably make more of these in the future until all four characters have made significant appearances. :] Story under cut!

This was a problem.

It wasn't a grown-ups problem. It wasn't going to continue to bother her in about a day's time, and it certainly wasn't going to haunt her mind at night in a decade's time. It was a child's problem. Children's problems tended to feel very extreme in the moment, and Lola was feeling an extreme amount of weight in this moment.

Green... or teal? she wondered, looking at the 24 pack of pencils in front of her. Each one was ordered out by colour and sharpened to perfection. She always had them that way, except for when she was in the middle of colouring something. But even then, as soon as she was finished, it would go back in its rightful place.

Her hands eventually settled on the green, its triangular grip making it much easier for her to steady her hand. Before the instrument could hit her current piece, however, she heard the sound of her door opening and looked up.

In came Andrew, her father, with a smile on his face. He must have been in the garden again, Lola inferred, as she could see the dirt on his pants even from where she was sitting. She didn't say anything.

“What's going on in that little mind of yours now?” he questioned, leaning against the wall with a tilted gaze.

“I'm drawing,” she told him, looking back at her work. Despite her flat voice, her father knew she was in a generally good mood.

Andrew didn't have to step over anything as he approached. Lola was a neat kid, after all. Once he was close enough, he bent down to get a look at what she was drawing, instantly smiling once he recognised the identities of the characters. “Oh, is that us?”

Lola put her pencil down. “Yes. And Cotton.”

He scratched his stubble. “And Cotton,” he echoed. “But what about your mother?”

“No,” she said simply.

“No?”

He sat down on her bed, making sure not to get dirt on the crisp floral pattern, and sighed. “I think it would be a very nice family picture, Lola.”

His daughter looked down at the picture. “This is my picture,” she read the title of the drawing out loud, tracing her finger across the letters to keep track, “daddy, Cotton and me.”

He frowned, seeing how stubborn she was acting. “Don't you think she would be sad if she wasn't included?”

Lola thought about it. “Maybe she would be sad. But I already wrote the name. I can't change it.”

But Andrew continued to be persistent. “Why not? You can add her title next to mine.” He pointed to a blank space on the paper. Lola was silent for a moment, but eventually nodded.

“Okay.”

Her father sighed in relief, brushing his light brown hair out of his face. He resisted the urge to lean back onto the bed, knowing how Lola's mother was about keeping the house clean. He was surprised he was even able to sneak into his daughter's room without getting caught.

Meanwhile, Lola got to work, picking up her sharp black pencil and drawing her mother onto the page, next to her father and separated from her. She added the simple face and triangular haircut, before giving her a body.

The portrayal seemed normal, for the most part, but there were some... consistencies that confused Andrew. The depiction of Cotton, despite being a rabbit, was the only one smiling in this particular picture. Both he and Lola had blank stares, and her mother looked as if she were talking, but her mouth was just a little too large. He specifically had no arms, doing nothing but staring forward. Even having an art style was impressive for someone her age, but when it came in the form of missing or warped body parts, it became something he wanted to look into further. He decided not to question her about it today, however, for he had already pushed her enough.

That was a grown-ups problem for another day.

Suddenly, a loud shriek came from past the door. It took Lola a moment to realise it was her mother. In a flash, her father was gone to her rescue, though she already knew it was either Cotton running around under her feet or maybe even her finding one of Andrew's recent messes. She wondered what her reaction to his pants would be. Would they argue again? Or would she just chastise him? It was hard to tell with those two, sometimes.

Lola, sighing to herself, then reached for her green pencil once again.

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Puppeteer on Strings (updated ;-;)

Somehow forgot the entire shirt pattern (despite it being in the sketch???) so here's the actual design!!

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The new PFP !!! I like it. :D

It's the art that I posted two days ago :0 The previous pfp was a bit outdated since the design had changed ever so slightly since then Edit: SHOOT I FORGOT TO ADD THE PATTERN ON THE SHIRT??

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Injury. Sounds about right

First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die

How you dying 👀

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Literally the coolest thing ever

aort

haven’t done full art pieces in like. two years backgrounds are hard. color palettes are also hard

psa it is not crying it’s just goop eyes being goopy

drops dead

here’s the palette btw. if u even care