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I AM NOT A BLOOD ORANGE.

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ooo... can you do a moodboard for a yandere vriska x terezi with themes of mutual pining?

I hope it turned out okay! <3

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Yandere tavros anyone?

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Jirai Kei Easter Toon💖✨

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im gonna stop posting orange roulette fanfics for a bit

this is because i became aware of an update that is coming to the game soon called orange plus mode. it is a mode that will potentially cover the other opponents’ (and protag’s) background before entering the roulette game. this will make it possible for me to add an actual story and headcanons based on canon material provided by Mikey(go to his steam pages to check for info on the update).

I will stop posting orange roulette headcanons for now. i can still do art works and requests from time to time for the game. i will be slowly moving into fnaf for a bit as the plus mode update comes to drop out. consider all previous headcanons old versions if you want. see ya after the update!

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im gonna stop posting orange roulette fanfics for a bit

this is because i became aware of an update that is coming to the game soon called orange plus mode. it is a mode that will potentially cover the other opponents’ (and protag’s) background before entering the roulette game. this will make it possible for me to add an actual story and headcanons based on canon material provided by Mikey(go to his steam pages to check for info on the update).

I will stop posting orange roulette headcanons for now. i can still do art works and requests from time to time for the game. i will be slowly moving into fnaf for a bit as the plus mode update comes to drop out. consider all previous headcanons old versions if you want. see ya after the update!

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Here's a list you of fan games you can use outside of popgoes and candy's.

Post shift 2

Baby's nightmare circus

Fnaf JR

Tubbyland archives (i see literally no one talk about those underrated fangame)

Treasure island and Oblitus casa (Disney nightmares go brr)

The joy of creation

One night at flumptys

Dormitabis remastered (NOT the original)

Dayshift at Freddy's series

Five nights at Chucky cheese

Five nights at f***boys (this is more of a meme pick then anything)

five nights at what.

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The fact that there is barely any Orange Roulette fanfics is insane. This will not stand.

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~ ♡ I could use some company. ♡ ~

ⓘ implied to be after the roulette game!ⓘ

ⓘ Warning: OOC!, emotional dependency, slightly derogatory comments(he compares you to a puppy once), overall it’s not that yandere-ish.ⓘ

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It was midnight. By then most fruits would’ve quieted down, closing their lights and keeping their mouths shut to prevent any whispers that dare leave to disturb, all in an effort for a good night’s rest to help them get through the following days.

Except for a certain citrus fruit.

He didn’t understand, or rather, tried to understand. There was much to do for the coming days and this day was not like the rest. His mind had been invaded, occupied by a single thought in his head that left barely any headspace to think. You.

Oh he had been in the game before a couple of times. Most were just fine ripe lasses that barely lasted a night or at most a month with him, just flings he could use to get by without worrying too much. Even after he played with fire often he tried to get back in the game only to fulfil his wants in bed before leaving those same lasses to rot in the sheets or make do with their seperate ways. That was what he was used to. Sure he yearned for something a bit more sometimes but that was it. That was what he always expected at least. But this was different.

Most fruits always found him a bit cold. Most of his friends tried to understand what his thoughts were, but they always somehow came out wrong. Maybe it was the lack of responses he give or the amounts of times he likely did something stupid that would get them into trouble. He didn’t care, he did what he wanted, he didn’t think about the consequences properly. He didn’t give them a second to linger in his brain nor fester some deep worry in him. But the case he has now was abnormal to say the least. 

Oh you. 

He remember your first time meeting. It was so vivid yet quick to him. It all took place at a matchmaking party at the local bar. He was only there to drink and watch out for any fresh fruits he could hook and get hooked with. You were there as well, standing near the drinks, distanced from the drunk crowd, almost like you didn’t seem to belong there. There, you both struck up a convo, one he thought would just be small. But what he didn’t expect was the next bit. 

Oh you were too sweet. Despite his seemingly aloof nature, you both introduced yourselves to each other, speaking about various topics that usually never piqued his interest yet now did. You acted so casual around him, which made him listen to you while you were blabbering nonsense he didn’t want to understand. Yet, he was a bit surprised at best. You didn’t come to him seemingly for any offers nor deals, or asked him for some overnight stay in his bed. You casually ran your mouth, treating him like an actual fruit, while also giving him space and confidence to speak up if he wanted to.

And he did. It was small questions in the beginning, but he found himself having a want to know more, and so he chased after your life like it was something he needed to know. It went on and on until he had an itch to know just a bit more. Unfortunately, you had to go for you had business to attend to. So you both swapped contacts with each other and went about your seperate ways.

From then on, you kept building trust with him. It was slow at first, since he thought you just wanted something from him, but it steadily became a relationship you both could get by. He wasn’t going to deny, he was nervous deep inside, maybe even a bit confused. He’d never thought he’d get this far into your first time meeting, heck, he never he’d get a new friend  just from an encounter so stupidly simple compared to his previous relationships.

At that point, you were usually the one messaging him, planning your get-togethers, asking for his validation and response often. He started actually looking forward for something when you text him back. From an outsider’s perspective, he’d looked he wasn’t caring about your company but truly he did. Sometimes your existence and overall friendliness kept him going and up at nights sometimes. It still leaves him puzzled.

And so it was one of those nights again. He did all he could, stuffing his head into his pillow, covering himself in all sorts of blankets you both got. He didn’t realise it but he was yearning, maybe for that same company. He tried to keep it deep inside since he was sure you’ll likely decline, but it wasn’t until it reached way past midnight when there was a message on his phone.

He had the urge to pick it up. Who would message him past the middle of the night? Either it was one of his ‘friends’ or a previous side fruit he hooked up with before. Or, it was you. 

And it was. You had already asked him countless times int the chat if you could meet up. Checking the timing of the messages, he figured you did this for a pretty long time until now. The latest message you said was:

‘can’t sleep. can i come over?’

He wasn’t sure whether to reply or not. Yeah you both were best buds at least but he thinks he wasn’t the greatest person for someone to fool around or date with. He carefully thought what made you like him at all, but there was no answer that came. And so he didn’t notice the reply he give back afterwards:

‘k.’

Crap.

Why did he do that…?

Why did he pressed ‘send’…?

After a few moments of silence and deep contemplation, it was broken when you replied back ‘thank you’ to him on his feed. He sat in his bed, pondering whether it was a mistake or not to ring you over just because he was lonely or he just wanted to comfort you. It was an impulsive decision on his end. One half of him regrets it, the other half feels momentary relief. But what’s done was done. 

And he waits.

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How long were the hours he spent sitting at the dining table, keeping an eye out for the clock and a noise to appear behind the door. Just when he was about to give up, he heard a knock, light and slow.

He gave a look through the peephole, the glass material making every outside widen like a bubble’s reflection of you. There you were, standing right in front of his door. 

Your clothes were clean but ruffled, along with the jacket you grasped around your hand. It was obvious you had put this outfit together in a rush to meet him. Heck, you didn’t seem to have any plans besides hanging out with him, as you only had your phone and a water bottle, both stuffed in your pockets. Your rinds were dotted with beads of sweat, seems like you came here in such a hurry. Last were your eyes.

Rings were painted under the corners of your eyes, along with the presence of wrinkles that were formed. Your pupils stared intently at the peephole, locked onto it yet wavering to the curse of sleep. They made you look like a kicked puppy, left on the side of the road after it’s owner left it behind by accident, and so you came back, just like you always did.

“Come in.”

He muttered, when he finally opened the door. He noted the way your eyes widened at the sight of his appearance, similar to a dog seeing its owner arrive home, except, you were the one going to his place. You stepped in hesitantly, looking around at the various rooms and pictures on the wall. He didn’t realise you looked cluelessly silly like this. He left you to go back to his bed, while you followed him hot on foot. You both knew the drill by now.

You sat on one side of the bed, him on the other. His fingers twisted and turned around his band, the same band he had before in that prison. It brought bad memories, sometimes nightmares for him, but he kep it like a trophy as a reminder for having lived long enough to see the sun again. 

There was a shift beside him. It was slow, but it became obvious it was coming from one side, based on how the bed creaked on every turn and how the sheets creased from the pressure brought down by the entity in particular, before a heavy weight was dropped on his shoulder. 

He looked down. It was your head, nestled in a comfy position that benefited your frame. You clung to his shirt with your free hand in an effort to never let him go, not that he wouldn’t want you to. Your eyes and face were now calm, brought peace by the acceptability of his presence in place. He eyed your expressions, the way your eyelids creased and twitch with exhaustion, mouth biting your lower lip to release the stress brought up to this point. You let out a deep breath after a good moment, and opened your eyes now, to stare at him.

His expression seemed unreadable to most, but if one were to know him long enough, you will notice the smaller details. The crinkled lines edging his cheeks, the furrowed eyebrows pressing his eyes, the closed mouth that defaults into a frown by the corners of his lips. It was clear to few that he was just worn out, left to be filled with unrest and fatigue, both casted onto him like chains of a weight. You were both burnt out, the last bits of your energy left to be burning fuel. 

He wraps an arm around you, resting the hand on your shoulder in return. It was a small gesture, but it meant much to you for reasons unknown. Maybe he was trying to return your favour, or it was the just the lack of sleep that got him to do it, but you took it with what you will. So did he, comforted by the assured validation of his existence. And so, you both settled into each other, no words spoken, no further actions. Until you both tire out and crawl into the sheets of his bed, clutching onto each other, and never letting go.

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Note: sorry for the wait :( I got too busy with homework so have this one-shot. im making angel orange and grim orange head canons and another one-shot of crazy orange at the moment. I would love if you guys can request what you want me to write in my notes or asks :)

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Hear me out

battle Royale mode features duplicates of the cast against each other

so what would happen if you happen to be playing in battle royale

it’s like this meme now but

it will probably be so confusing not only for you but for the others

they do have a thing in common

sharing is not on their mind most likely.

this has become a TRUE battle royale.

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You're welcome for the inspiration.

Also real quick have you heard of post shift 2? Cause that's a fangame y/n does NOT want obsessed robots from...

I played the game before. It did not go well.

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Hello, it's been a while since I've read your fnaf until content, which i love, and also wanted to say hi.

I don't know if you're still even interested in fnaf, or anything close to it. But I had an idea.

Imagine instead of being trapped in ucn, y/n was just plopped in the games story (plus a few fangames that directly relate to fnaf like candy's and popgoes). Like y/n is just sent to fredbears diner about a year or so before the CC death (and Elizabeth if she dies first I'm not sure).

Y/n is stuck between the events of fnaf 4 to 2, along with dealing with some other fnaf inspired locations like candy's and popgoes. They're kinda tired of this weird family constantly asking them to hang out and stuff when they just want pizza/burgers and to rest

idk I got orange roulette fanfics and old fnaf headcanons on my plate right now but I can try ^-^

also op your post give me more inspiration on the reboot for fnaf so I want to thank you for getting me back into fnaf again! :)

The original plot was that reader was a streamer who got sucked into the game but I’ve been thinking of rebooting it into a setting where reader is in a coma like state(inspired by dream game) where they are like sleepwalkers in the game. Now this is where the shenanigans(trauma) start. You are now forced to relive the past events of the night guards in various games(while retaining your appearance and background of course). Eventually the past becomes so fumbled cuz of you that you somehow become known by the other lore characters, including the robots. It will not be pleasant and consequently no one will get a good ending, even you are not spared. Don’t worry at least William and his goons get their steels crushed when their time comes.

Basically the so-called ‘story’ is just a domino effect where you fall in and everything in the franchise falls down well. You are written a bit like karma to be truthful, but I love if you suggest more on how you actually want ‘reader’ to be written so that we both can enjoy it!

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so do people on here even care about this dumbass game or am i just

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I kinda did doodles lol. I did this so late at night good night fellow orange fans.

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im sorry yall-

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my lovely husband

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i made a orange basically hes played before and lost but like got sewn back together frankenstein ass orange i gueds