#anyway.. chica is so fun to draw i need to draw her more chica i love youuuuu

[biblically-accurate-dca]

[factual-fantasy]

I HAS 25 ASK :}}}}}🍤

@nihilityart Thank you! And,

@cherrycreamfairy

I am now! Some kind of ice and fire guys? They look neat :}}

For me clothed VS unclothed is the same as Civilized VS uncivilized. Or perhaps Intelligent VS unintelligent..? Captain Barnacles VS a salmon. The very humanoid Captain polar bear is gonna wear clothes and the lil fish guy just gonna swim around and be a fish XD

@beryl-shade

I'm thinking that the Cupcake Factory and Mazercise were never built following Chica's decommission.. the only thing that remains of her is the small party stage her and Freddy used to preform on. :(

Proud :}

Well, my Jevil gains the power create mirrors and walk through them into other AUs and timelines. So maybe his power matches up?? I'm not familiar with that Kefka character <XD

Glamrock Foxy still suffers from baby disease XD He may be bigger then Chica and Freddy, but they can still push him around fairly easily.

I also imagine becuase he's so light he can easily be picked up by the other Glamrocks. Poor Foxy can never catch a break XDD

Also Swap Foxy would never pick up OG Foxy. He couldn't do that to him man he knows the pain all too well <XD

Freddy would be really sad seeing Bonnie like that. He doesn't even have to ask anyone what's up with him. He knows that Bonnie cant handle constant activity, noise and lights. He's just not programmed with that kind of processing power. After every performance back in the day, Freddy was the first one check on Bonnie and get him to his room if he was wiped out.

And he was always the last to speak with him after he emerged from his room. Waiting for Bonnie to talk to him first when he was ready.

Seeing him like this now.. so.. hollow. It just breaks his heart. He can tell just by looking at him that no one has treated Bonnie right or attended to his needs in any way. For years. He wouldn't take any of Bonnies rudeness or sarcasm personally. It would bounce right off him because he knows why Bonnie is saying those things and he means none of it.

If Glamrock Freddy was in the swap AU, he would completely leave Bonnie alone. He wouldn't talk to him or address him in anyway. Buuuut maybe he would hover nearby. To be there to give Bonnie an escape from any given situation or if he happens to need someone or something, Freddy would be there to help.

But still. Never talk to him or look at him. Bonnie doesn't need any more things to process.. :(

Thanks for ask! Don't be shy to send more, I love getting them! :DD

As for the perfect sandwich? Oooo that's a good question. Uhhmmmm.... hmm.. Well, tbh I'm kind'a craving a cursed PB&J with cheetos in the middle ngl..

Oh! Or maybe a sandwich with toasted bread and some mayo, turkey, Ham and cheese?? Its kind'a basic but man does that sound good right about now XD

@ocinstituterep

I imagine it works much like the show/real boy scouts. There's not really any major changes I can think of..

I mean, I guess in my AU Professor Natquik was probably the main polar scout leader- or maybe even the founder of the polar scouts?? Or at the very least he could have been a beloved polar scout leader for like.. 20-30 years or something before he dipped and went to the Antarctic. That's all I can think of <XD

@youlikwjazz004

Thank you! I'm having a ton of fun drawing this Deltarune stuff so far! I'm doing a ton of world building on it and I have another set of drawings to post right after this ask post goes up! :}}

As for Jevil's lore, I made this post that talks about his lore thus far. But the post I'm going to make after this kind'a overwrites that so be on the look out XD

They grew up on the Octopod yes. And I don't think its a thing of child labor XD I imagine that all the Octonauts can cook for themselves. The Vegimals are just very eager to help out and they love to cook! Its become their way of helping out around the ship because they want to help. But they can stop when ever- no one is forcing them to be their cooks or even live there. They can leave when ever they want! But they choose not to because they love the crew and they love to cook!

Actually, google says that Barnacles is from Northern Canada. Something about a decorative banner he has labeled "MV Manitoba", which is a reference to the province of Manitoba..?

Which I guess if he is from Northern Canada, that banner and wheel is the only Canadian thing he brought to the Octopod.? XD

Thank you so much!! :DDD

@nervousdiplomatpalacehorse

YOOO I JUST WATCHED THE TEASER FOR IT!! THATS SO COOL??? I'M EXCITED NOW THAT I KNOW ABOUT IT XDD

And King Resh you say? Ooooo, I like that name :00 And yeah, boy his design sure is spooky <XDD

@ariisonfire (Post in question)

SKKJDKJSFKJ SORRY! That probably didn't feel great-- <XD But don't worry I had no idea your character existed when I made blue Grillby so I'm not copying! XD

@octonauts16

I've seen that floating around. I don't have much of an opinion on it myself. I just hope the fans are satisfied with it :0

@shaziztrazh

I have actually! I watched Elvis the Alien review it on YouTube XDD

WAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH THATS SO SWEET WAAAA💖😭✨🍤💖 As for your questions!!-- XDD

1: In the partial swap with Gregory.. I imagine there was a moment like in the classic AU where Monty and Foxy sat down with Chica and told her that Freddy was gone. She probably got some old posters and pointed Freddy out to Gregory. Eventually communicating that she wanted to look for him. In which, they would find him all beat up..

In the true swap, with little Vanessa, I imagine its the same thing. Despite Bonnie taking the place of Freddy, its still Monty and Foxy that sit down and explain Freddy's disappearance. In which again, Chica points out Freddy in the posters to Vanessa and they go find him.

2: I believe in both the Partial and true swap, Freddy and Chica's decommissions happened the same way/for the same reasons as Foxy and Bonnie in the Classic AU.

3: Fazer blast doesn't actually exist in the partial or true swap. In the classic AU Freddy and Chica's attraction was just the main stage and party area. And Bonnie had the Bowling ally and Foxy had Pirates cove.

When the Glamrock era began, Bonnie bowl and Pirates cove were left untouched. Meanwhile Freddy and Chica's roles expanded and they were given Fazer Blast and Mazercise.

In the true and partial swap, that stage and party area are just kind'a.. left there. Maybe sometimes big party's happen and one of the bots come and preform on that old stage.? But mostly the giant stage is used and that old party stage is left to collect dust. Which is a blessing in disguise. I cant imagine the pain the bots would feel preforming on that stage where their friends once stood..

As for Bonnie bowl, yeah it was expanded big time. And is way more decked out than it was before. As for the Pizzaplex its name is still the same. But I imagine the logo looks a bit different :0

@tisgoodthe1st

Thank you so much!! :DDD

@montygatorshusband

I mean, personally? I don't really like it but that's just because I don't ship Fronnie. But hey its not my artwork so its not really any of my business-

@awoogic

Huh? What about him? Looks like he's from tiktok.?

Thank you! And that would be something that would shock the classic Glamrocks. Swap Freddy is in significantly worse shape than Classic Bonnie.. (which was intentional ;}})

Freddy would be rather disturbed seeing his old model so messed up. Considering how much he misses the past and his old body.. seeing an eye hanging out, his arm broken- his leg twisted in the wrong direction.. ehg, it would really freak him out. He'd have a hard time looking at himself..

Chica seeing her old self would disturb her, but also make her jealous somewhat.?? My Chica doesn't like being a Glamrock and misses her old body and role on stage. So seeing herself back in her pink dress and soft yellow feathers.. despite the removal of her beak and hands she'd be weirdly envious.

Monty and Roxy wouldn't have any unique or interesting reactions. They'd just be like "wow you guys look janked up I'm so sorry" XD

This post I made a while back talks about that! :00

(post in question)

XD Yeah. Eventually his fur grew out and he trimmed all the green back. But it sure was funny while it was there!

[thecluelessdoctor]

whike I mentally prepare myself to make a whole damn comic, it's time I talk about the FNAf movie because fuck you I am going to write what I want

cw: spoilers for the FNAF movie!!

At base value, I loved it. I felt the pacing was a little slow, but I love it. From the little refs to the games, to the in general plot, it was just very enjoyable, even if most of the plot is just from the fact Vanessa didn't tell Mike wtf was going on.

NOW! let's talk technical!

For a pg-13, it was pretty good! I feel it matches the games really well! It's not too scary, but it can give you a startle, especially to any newbie! My mom was startled by the balloon boy lmao. Also it had blood so it's a plus.

The acting, dialogue, and overall set is really good. Scrumptious if I do say so myself.

I loved how the animatronics looked. Freddy and chica being my overall favorites. Idk they made my boy Bonnie blue so I had to take a few points. The cupcake running around was weirdly funny to me lol.

Now lemme touch on the plot!

I liked the plot! Like I said before, it was a LITTLE slow, but nothing too bad. I found it really interesting with what they did with Micheal and the whole dream thing.

And the idea that the children communicate in pictures rather than words hit me pretty hard, because that how I myself communicate. Although I can be.. pretty good with my words, drawing, and art as a whole is relatable to me, making Abby a really relatable character to me.

I really don't understand the hate for the movies bc it's not lore accurate. So what??? A lot of movies based on games don't! I mean- look at the Sonic the hedgehog movie!! Or the Mario movie! So your point is invalid. And also- I'm pretty sure this is a lot more entertaining than watching Micheal do five nights at Freddy's smhhh.

Though I'm sitting here in complete wonder bc like- WHO WAS THE 5TH KID?! WE SEE HER IN THE PICTURES!!! BUT- IS IT CASSIE?? OR CHARLIE MAYBE?! IDK

Also what happened to Derek I need to know.

Did he get turned into a animatronic what the fuck happened to him

Anyway

Let's talk about the cons of the movie.

I keep bringing this up, but the movie was slow. Not unbearably slow, but still slow.

Also, the whole aunt subplot- idk I felt it wasn't really needed except for the mat pat scene (he fucking embraced that scene it was great the theater I was in started cheering and I had to explain to my mom why everyone was so happy)

Also I felt the one major jumpscare we get, of foxy, was waisted. It looked like he was rolling into the security guard on roller blades. I would have liked it if maybe foxy like jumped at the guard or something. Idk just a me thing

I also feel the 'i always come back' line was rushed, same with shaggy's- sorry I mean WILLIAM'S death. It didn't really feel satisfying ig?

also, I felt that Vanessa was more of a plot device than a character. Because most of the plot literally is riding on the fact she doesn't tell Mike the truth.

But anyway

What would I rate this movie, and should you watch it?

I give it a 8/10. It's fun, and nostalgic for old FNaF fans, and a fun intro to new ones. Go check it out

[urlocaltransace]

GUYS LOOK

I DREW SOMETHING AGAIN!!!!!! (most likely using it for the @sbretold blog)

tbh my rendering is actually really good here

(more art on the bottom :3)

ANYWAYYYYY UHHHHH I ALSO HAVE A FEW OTHER CHARACTERS FOR SBRT I HAVENT INTRODUCED YET!!!! ITS TWO OTHER EMPLOYEES AND ANOTHER KID TO ADD TO THE SILLY CHILDREN CORNER!!!!

first we got diana and carlos :333 (i love these two)

ANNNND WE HAVE MY FAVORITE CHICA FAN!!!!! MAXIE!!!!! (fun fact: she was based off cassie’s old design from the ruin poster)

not only do we have more characters WE ALSO HAVE A VANNY DESIGN!!! (I still need to draw her fully but I mean I have a concept sketch so yay)

I even put a bow on her knife because I can fuck you

anyways I threw up (AGAIN) and I still need to get the chapter done so uh yeah

I STILL NEED TO MAKE VANESSA GOD DAMN IT

[loopscereal]

@multishipper-baby @thedumbestfuckingpersonyouvemet

you guys both mentioned the background so uh lol hi. btw do tell me to stop @/ing you guys if you dont want me to do that :3

Anyways I'm glad that you noticed the bg! i actually did that first before toddy. Sorta as a warm up, just blocking in shapes of characters. First it was gonna all be silhouettes like the screenshot, it then i started having fun setting up a genuine scene. Having them all "doing their own thing" as characters with names faces rather than blank slates was very fun.

Just the filling in of a void. Having messy blocked in characters with juuuust enough detail to be recognizable was satisfying to do.

I did, I jrook the original bg, coppied the mos visible half and then flipped it over to cover more of original toddy, then started "painting" over it with blocky shapes. Again, it was originally gonna be shillouettes like the og, but i suddently started making em the cast lol. it makes me happy to hear that you like what i did with toddyyyy :3 I like making up styles for herrrr

It might look like a lot of people, but its not everyone, far from it tbh lol. The toys, Town and Cami, Lilly, Golden and Puppet, Fox an Bonnie, Mai, Malva and Loon, our version of Felix, then two oc's. Based of lefty and ennard.

Also yes, they all have animal features. Cami has antennae because shes a Praying Mantis, that is also why shes so damn tall. In the arthropod world Mantis are built all vertical which is very odd. In my friends words. They're freaks of nature /lighthearted. Anyways, This is why you will see us drawing her with things such as segmented limbs, green "blades" on her arms, and cool bug eyes. She has green surface blood.

Towns a lion, Lilly is a shark, a nurse shark specifically as a reference to Melanie Martinez since Lilly has that song that's a cover of Mrs Potato Head. (it was a process of just looking at Melanie's song titles names and looking up if any sharks had names with certain keywords.)

Joy is a duck, "isn't Chica a chicken though?" yeah. In the fnaf fanbase people confused Chica for a duck sometimes, though so! She's a duck. Chica herself is a chicken, though :3 Bon n Malva n Bonnie are rabbits (all to be determined what specific species)

Loon is your classic 7 spotted ladybug, complete with segmented limbs, antennae that's sprout from the back of her neck that aid in listening to very quiet sounds. He has yellow surface blood. Mangle is a fox (again, to be determined what subspecies.) You might notice that he is missing his tail though. Or, well. She has a little stub, which is why shes got the cane right now, Animals with Tails need those, mainly for balance.

Fox is your classic red fox.

Golden is an Andean/ spectacles bear, Mai n Pup are ring tailed lemurs. Lefty is Mai and Pups cousin, so she is an indri lemur.

Ennard is an amblypygi, also knows as a whip spider (don't be fooled its not a type of spider) Extra appendages for sensing things like vibrations Toddy, is a cinnamon bear, a sub species of black bear !!!!! "Felix" (Felicia now) is too be determined on her animal all together. We have too many fox's and bears and rabbits so were holding off on repeating those any more than we have to. Fede is still a bear (for now??) though because it satisfies me to complete the "main bear types". Polar bear. erm. anyways i love ranting abt our silly ass animal choiced i could do it till the end of time.

[10hourshift]

Stupid/silly rant abt something that probably only I care abt xd

(god i spent so much time on this)

So, for the last two days I've tried to make a redesign of the shadow-magical-girl chica outfit

This one ⬆️⬆️

And it literally sucks so much* that it leaves me with no idea to redesign it without changing everything from it

*in regards of design according Ann's Character, not if the outfit in itself, that is actually really cute*

So I'm just going to point out some things that bother me and mention what I think it would work instead

The outfit as it is

Look, i know this might be a personal bias, BUT magical transformations should be fun!!The excuse of "it's magic, it can do whatever it wants" gives us the opportunity to make cute outfits and stuff!!

Look, the dress is cute, alright, but adding a little bit more of details can really seal the deal here, maybe a bow in there, or some chains if we are going w a more "edgy" design, or adding a few markings on the boots to make them less flat. (Look i know that the design also can not be overly complicated bc the model would be hell to animate, but this girl needs accessories!)

Look, if you added a few random things over the original design it would make it a little bit more interesting, you could call it a day, right? Well yes, but that's what takes me to my second point...

This design is nonsense!!

Look, magical transformations are usually based in a certain theme or idea surrounding the character. Here are some examples

So, with that in mind, what can get get from chica transformation? (That story wise is supposed to show her growth as a person bc it shows that she accepted "her shadows"*)

*what are the shadows anyway, opposite personalities, their biggest fears or just ~bad vibes~?)*

Well, nothing, being the look so basic, and even with the long hair, something that is uncharacteristic of chica, she doesn't look like herself (you can edit the eyes and say it's joy, and it would look more credible) and it's only a problem for Ann, because both Freed and Bonnie have transformations that show their characters

This one is more of a fusion of Freddy and Fred, with the school uniform for Freddy (being his most recognizable look), and the vest for Fred (i want to remember the outfit that Fred uses in the wolf in sheep clothing has a black vest, this one could be representing that but idk)

This one does a Great job, because shows a lot of Bonnie personality (his love for the guitar w the pick, the characteristic hairdo that he does when playing, even the outfit is more "rock" idk how to explain)

So, how did this happen?

Well it's really simple, Chica doesn't have any personality of her own, or things she's recognizable for.

Both Freddy and Bonnie have things that they are known for (Fred and the Yaoi guitarist), that are used in the transformation, Chicago on the other hand isn't recognized for anything else beyond being The Girl™ of the band, in that sense, the transformation does a nice job representing that.

But Chica is more than that

In the series we see different aspects of her, she likes having and supporting her friends, she likes sewing and making clothes, she's the last one to give up on anything, she started a band with the trouble kid, an apathetic dude, a micro niche celebrity and the strange new kid, and somehow she made it work! So there's really no excuse to have her as basic as that.*

Oh hey btw i did make a design for her, but as I said before its really different from the original, and then I realized it kinda looks like @cinnabundolly12 Design--- this one that is waay cooler than mine, so I gave up and made this strange rant

*to be completely fair, Chica has a lack of troubles or conflicts of her own, most of them are related to the whole group, she has a little self doubt one chapter and then sings her song and that's it, she's also very bland as a character xd*

I just put the drawing here bc i liked how the body came out and I will probably delete the file from my phone later

I based the design from here

And it just follows a star theme, i used that bass I found on Pinterest lol. Also I did try to implement some elements from the original but lol ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

[justanisabelakinnie]

November 14

(Y’all really thought I wasn’t gonna do Luisa’s birthday? SIKE! No matter how late it is, I get it DONE. In my defense, I kind of suffered from writers’ block after writing Felix’s birthday piece, my entire brain was just drawing a blank. That is, until I talked to a friend of mine and she helps me out, and I’m glad for that. So sit back and enjoy Luisa’s birthday one-shot! Feliz cumpleaños, my buff beautiful queen!)

For Luisa’s birthday, there was one thing she really wanted more than anything. 

And Isabela, Mirabel, and Dolores were insistent on giving it to her. 

💙💖

“Come on, Luisa!” Isabela chirped as she grabbed Luisa’s big, muscular arm, dragging her to the door. “We’re gonna be late. I already booked your appointment!” 

“Where are we going?” Luisa asked. 

“You’ll see soon,” Isabela promised. “It’s a surprise, for your birthday, remember?” 

“Oh right”, Luisa giggled. “Well, I can tell I’m going to like this surprise.” 

“You sure will, hermanita,” Isabela agreed. “You know, no matter how big and strong you are, you will always be my hermanita!” 

Luisa smiled. 

“And my primita,” Dolores piped up. 

“Well, at least you’re my big sister.” Mirabel smiled up at her, Camilo trailing behind her. 

“Aww, thanks you all,” Luisa said. “Thanks a lot.” 

“You’re welcome,” they all said in unison. 

Camilo meanwhile, poured in dissatisfaction. “Why don’t I get to go to the s—“ 

“Shhh!” Mirabel covered his lips angrily, which didn’t make him any happier. Pulling him aside, she whispered to him gently, “I promise we’ll let you go another time, but for now, this is a girls’ day out. Understand?” 

“I know, but—“ 

“Bye Camilo!” Mirabel cupped his face and kissed him on the cheek. “Te amo.” She smiled at him before running up to Luisa and grabbing her hand. “Let’s go, chicas!” 

They hurried out the door, on their way to the surprise. 

“Where are we going?” Luisa asked. The rest of the granddaughters giggled, but nobody answered her question. Luisa smiled awkwardly. 

“So Luisa, how does it feel to not be a teenager anymore?” Mirabel changed the subject, before putting on a pouty face. “The nerve of you to leave me behind, now I’m all alone!” 

Luisa laughed. “Well, I’ve only been twenty for like a day, so I can’t say it feels all that different. Though if you had to say, it does feel somewhat…exhilarating? Exciting? To imagine how many experiences I still have to look forward to and how much of my life I still have to live. Being a teenager was fun while it lasted, but now I’m a real adult and I gotta say, I think I’m gonna like it.” 

“I think you’re gonna like it too, Luisa.” Dolores wagged a finger. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you that it’s no amusement park.” 

“Oh, I know,” Luisa listened to her older prima. “But I have you and your prima-hermana to help me through the tough times.” She hugged Mirabel close to her. “And I have Mirabel too.” 

Happy to feel needed, Mirabel nuzzled back. 

“We’re almost here!” Isabela stated, before she arrived at a small building. “Close your eyes!” 

The three girls closed their eyes, and Isabela giggled and rolled her own. 

“Not you two, tontas!” 

“Oh.” Mirabel and Dolores opened their eyes. Luisa kept hers shut. 

The three of them led Luisa through the door, and let her walk into the room. 

“Now open!” 

When Luisa opened her eyes, she gasped. 

“You…I can’t believe you brought me here!” She said happily. 

“Of course, mi querida prima!” Dolores affirmed. “You deserve to feel special, beautiful, and feminine, just like the rest of us!” 

Luisa could cry tears of joy. She always wanted to go to a salon, but with all the work she had to do, she couldn’t find the time to. But now that she was able to relax—thanks to Mirabel and Antonio’s donkeys—she was able to fulfill a dream that she had long since forgotten she had. But Isabela remembered, and she couldn’t be happier. 

Luisa scooped up her sisters and cousin(who was pretty much like a sister anyway) in a great big hug, but still careful not to crush their torsos. Other women were looking, eyeing the large-framed girl In confusion, but thankfully not judgement, with some of them even smiling, but she didn’t care. She was so elated and so, so grateful. 

Kissing each of their heads before putting them down, she rubbed the back of her head awkwardly. “Sorry, I guess I just—“ 

“No, no!” Dolores corrected. 

“No, don’t you dare apologize, Luisa, we’re happy you’re happy to come here!” Mirabel said. “Now let’s go!” 

“Oh, okay, thank you!” Luisa said. 

“You’re welcome, sis,” Isabela replied. 

“So, do you want a manicure and pedicure first, or a new hairstyle?” Mirabel asked. 

“I think a manicure,” Luisa responded. “What about you?” 

“Sweet, me too!” Mirabel chirped with glee. 

Isabela shrugged. “Dolores and I would rather get our hair styled, isn’t that right, Lola?” 

Dolores nodded. She and her prima-hermana were like twins, they could read each other’s mind and were so much alike. They should probably start calling each other primas-gemelas. 

“Awesome, take your time,” Luisa said as the primas-hermanas were lead away by a hairdresser. She and Mirabel met up with a manicurist and sat down in these big, soft chairs that made Luisa feel so relaxed. In a good way of course. 

“What color do you want?” The manicurist, Sabrina, asked. 

“Hmm, probably pink. No, definitely pink. Pink is my favorite color.” 

“I’ll have green,” Mirabel said to her manicurist, Beatriz. 

As their feet were placed in the water, Luisa tried not to giggle at how the bubbles tickled her soles and skin. She turned to Mirabel, who looked as relaxed as ever with her eyes closed, as if she was used to this(which she was, she and Dolores came here often). Mirabel opened her eyes to smile at her, and she realized that her younger sister was just pretending not to have been looking her way. 

“You’re adorable when you giggle, Luisa.” 

“Thanks.” 

“You’re welcome!” 

The next part was even harder. Sabrina lifted Luisa’s feet out of the water and began massaging them. Luisa had to fight the urge not to writhe. She tried her damndest to imitate Mirabel, to no such luck. 

Luisa giggled again. 

Sabrina smiled up at her. “First time?” She said, before looking back at Luisa’s feet and holding them tighter—but not too much tighter—in place. 

“Can you tell?” 

“Pretty much. But it’s okay. My niece was like this too, and she’s fifteen.” 

“That’s interesting.” Luisa said, happy to engage in small talk with the woman. She was a pretty lady, with auburn hair, soft hazel eyes that sparkled when she spoke of her Cristobela, whom she loved like a younger sister, skin the color of mahogany, and red lips that reminded her of Dolores’ only not really, because Dolores was her cousin, and these lips made Luisa feel— 

Fuck. Focus on the manicure. 

“A-ah…that’s nice to know!” Luisa said, hoping not to sound dismissive when Sabrina spoke of Cristobela. She remembered the hilarious stories Mirabel and Dolores—and sometimes Camilo, if he was lucky enough to not be caught shapeshifting—told of the ladies at the salon who had the most exciting stories and gossip to share. Something she knew her sister and cousins would like. According to Dolores, the salon workers weren’t just service, they were friends. Still, it wasn’t a good idea to cross their boundaries. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t converse with them to an extent. 

“It is,” Sabrina was saying, and Luisa tried not to focus on her dimples when she smiled or laughed. “And now she just can’t get enough.” 

“Do you think we’d get along if we met?” Luisa asked as Sabrina put cotton balls between each of her toes. She had forgotten how squeamish she felt from how engrossed in conversation she was with Sabrina. 

“Oh sure!” Sabrina said. “She really admires you a lot, you know.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah, she does! Not just for your strength, but for your kindness and empathy as well. I should introduce you to each other someday.” 

“That would be great,” Luisa said with a smile. 

“You know,” Sabrina said with a twinkle in her eye as she put coating over Luisa’s toenails. “I think she’d love to meet Mirabel as well.” 

Luisa turned to Mirabel, who was laughing at something Beatriz was telling her. 

“I guess so.” Luisa agreed. 

💙💖

Meanwhile, Isabela and Dolores were sitting to get their hair styled. 

“Well, if it isn’t my girl Dolores!” Exclaimed a lady whom Dolores instantly recognized as the mother of her friend Lili. “How you doin’?” 

“Hi, Ofelia, I’m doing good!” Dolores smiled. “What about you, how’s Lili?” 

“I’m awesome, querida, and she’s doing better than ever! Now, what hairstyle do you want today?” 

“Hmmm,” Dolores flipped through the catalogue until she found a hairstyle that she liked, and that fit her hair type too. “How about Bantu knots? Please?” 

“I love it!” Ofelia approved. As she got to work shampooing Dolores’ hair, she said “You know, mi hija Lili got this same hairstyle a while ago too, you should have seen her, she looked like a queen!” 

“I’m sure she did,” Dolores said. 

“I’m sure you two would look very much alike!” 

Dolores closed her eyes. She quite liked the feeling of Ofelia doing her hair and making it look all pretty and soft. And Ofelia always thought of Dolores as her favorite customer, on top of her being her daughter’s friend and her generally friendly and sweet attitude. Dolores normally didn’t like talking at the salon, preferring to be calm and quiet instead. But for Ofelia she made an exception. 

Next to her, she heard Isabela engaging in cheerful chatter with Diana, her hair stylist, the two making sure not to be too loud on account of the magical hearing girl sitting right next to them. And she could hear Luisa struggling to sit still as she giggled, as well as her heart beating. Could that mean— 

Before she could even think about that, she heard a sneering voice and had to resist the urge to stay calm. It was the same voice she has been hearing for years. 

“Primas-hermanas,” the voice sneered. “Long time no see.” 

Dolores and Isabela sighed. “Juana.” 

Juana sat down. Unfortunately, right next to Dolores. “I had a feeling I’d see you here,” she said as Dolores flipped through the catalogue, suddenly finding it very, very interesting. Much more interesting than whatever was being spewed out of Juana’s mouth. “Just not with Lucinda and Isabel.” 

“You mean Luisa and Isabela,”

Dolores seethed through gritted teeth. 

“Whatever.” Juana rolled her eyes. “Same difference.” 

“I am right here ya know,” Isabela said on the other side of her prima-hermana. “Like, I’m right here and within earshot. I can hear everything you’re saying, you know that, right?” 

“So what hairstyle are you getting, Lola?” Juana pressed, ignoring Isabela. 

“Umm—“ 

But Dolores never got to finish her sentence before Juana snatched the catalogue from her. 

The only reason Dolores didn’t reach to the side, snatch the catalogue back, and then hit Juana upside the head with it was Ofelia doing her hair. And she did not want to get hurt. More importantly, she did not want Juana to get hurt. Because she certainly would get hurt. And then she would learn her lesson. 

Instead, she chose for a less…hands-on approach. 

“That’s mine,” she stated flatly. 

“It’s not yours, it belongs to the salon.” Juana shrugged. 

“I was reading that,” Dolores said as if it were a threat. 

“Well you’re not reading it now so,” Juana shrugged again, letting out an innocent chirp. 

“Don’t start beef with me today, Juana,” Dolores warned. “It is mi prima’s birthday, and I am not about to let you ruin it.” 

“Oh? Well then, tell her I said happy birthday!” Juana said genuinely. 

Dolores snorted. 

“What?” 

Silence. 

“Oh, so you’re not gonna tell her? Really? Are you that petty?” 

Dolores still didn’t answer. And she was this close to punching Juana in the face if she kept running those lips. 

“Wow.” Juana leaned back in her seat as she continued to flip through the magazine. Dolores closed her eyes and tried her hardest to ignore her, but to no avail. 

“You know, I have the same birthday as your sister.” 

“Cousin.” 

“Whatever. I can’t wait to go home and celebrate my birthday party with all my friends and family, especially my cousin. She’s like a sister to me, you know? And we’ll have cake and music and dancing, my mom also bought a really pretty dress for me to wear and—“ 

“Oh, are you still talking?” Dolores cut off, clutching her nose. “That must be why it stinks in here. Also, I forgot when I cared.” She heard Ofelia let out a slight chuckle and was grateful. 

Juana shut up after that. 

As time went by, Dolores’ and Isabela’s hair was finished, Isabela was rocking a cute half-up half-down style with part of her hair being in two buns on either side of her head. Her hair was also much more wavy and bouncy, and not to mention silky and shiny. 

“And you’re good to go!” Ofelia told Dolores as she rose up from her chair. 

“Wow!” Dolores said as she admired her ‘do in the mirror. “I look gorgeous!” 

“You sure do!” Ofelia agreed. “Just like my daughter.” 

Dolores turned around to give Ofelia a hug. “Thank you so much, Ofelia,” she said. “I really like this.” 

“Anytime, bebita.” Ofelia replied warmly, returning the hug. 

Juana snorted and glared at Dolores’ reflection in the mirror from where she sat. She would never look as cute as Dolores did in her hairstyle, no matter what she did. She had half a mind to ask for Bantu knots herself, but it was too late for that. 

Isabela was also ready. “Oh, Dolores, your hair looks so cute!” 

“Wow, really, thank you!” 

“How do you like mine?” Isabela asked before flexing. 

“It’s perfect!” 

“Thank you!” Isabela grinned, then giggled. It wasn’t long before Luisa and Mirabel came over. 

“We got manicures!” Luisa said, showing off hers. 

“And pedicures too!” Mirabel added. 

“Wow, so lovely!” Dolores said, turning to Isabela. “I guess it’s our turn, no?” 

“You bet, sis!” Isabela agreed. 

But as Mirabel and Luisa were sitting down to get their hair done, Juana felt the need, for some reason, to speak up again. 

“Hey Luisa, happy birthday.” 

“Thanks,” Luisa said. 

“Did you know that it’s my birthday too?” Juana said. 

“I did not actually, but happy birthday!” 

“Thanks,” Juana giggled. “I can’t wait to go home and throw a big party with all of my—“ 

“We heard you say that already, Juana.” Isabela forced a fake smile on her face as she curtly interrupted the girl who made her life a living hell since they were toddlers. “Knock it off.” 

“Umm, I wasn’t talking to you, Isa, I was talking to the birthday girl. So if you don’t mind…” She turned her attention back to Luisa. “I’m sure your hair will look magnificent, querida. Much more than the primas-hermanas’.” 

Dolores groaned. “Juana, why don’t you just cut it out and stop having an attitude towards us?! I’m telling you already, it is Luisa’s birthday and we are trying to have fun, without you! We are not going to start this crap today!” 

“Once again!” Juana turned to them, in the process, messing up her hairdresser Rafaela’s job. Rafaela raised her hands in irritation at the young women, hissing her teeth, but Juana did not care. “I was not talking to you! I was talking to Luisa!” 

“Umm, is everything okay?” Ofelia said, making her way back over. She had been relaxing on a break, enjoying a bowl of nuts with a cup of water. But now she was taking a break from that break just to see what was going on. 

“Okay, but you always do this!” Dolores spat back. “You’re always showing up where you weren’t invited, intentionally aggravating me and Isabela when we’re just minding our business, talking shit about us to our face, and trying to cause drama! Can’t you just leave us alone for one minute and stop being so annoying!” 

“It’s not my fault you’re so easy to rile up, primas-hermanas,” Juana said with an eye roll and a grin. “I came to the salon to get my hair and nails done for my birthday party tonight. Is that so much of an issue to you? Last time I checked, you don’t own the place. I can go wherever I like. Maybe not everything concerns you.” 

“Literally the moment you walked in here,” Isabela seethed. “The very first thing you did was instigate conflict between us and you! And you expect us to do nothing about it? To not defend ourselves?” 

“And not to mention you kept talking to us even when we told you to shut up!” Dolores barked back, in defense of Isa. “But go on about how ‘not everything is about us’.” 

“You know what, Dolores and Isabela?” Juana spat, pointing at them. “You two think you’re so much better than me because—“ 

“Umm, señorita, you still have your hair to do, take a seat, please.” 

“Yeah, do as she says.” Isabela glared. 

Juana rolled her eyes and sat down. 

“Anyway, where were we?” Isabela said to Dolores. 

“Nails.” 

“Oh, right.” 

They went back to doing their hair and nails, although it was still fun, it couldn’t be denied that Juana had severely spoiled the fun for all four girls, not just the two she had set out to antagonize. 

“Well, it’s time to go, we should be heading,” Mirabel told the girls. 

“Yeah, you should,” Juana still sneered. “Bye, primas-hermanas.” 

The girls left without saying a word to Juana. 

“We’ll come back another time,” Dolores said to the woman who ran the salon. Said woman, Andrea, merely nodded her head sadly as they left.

💙💖

“I’m so sorry that girl ruined your birthday, Luisa,” Dolores said, a sympathetic hand on her shoulder. “It was supposed to be our special girls’ night out, and she ruined it. I just couldn’t stay.” 

“It’s cool,” Luisa said. “We can go later or another day.” 

“Yeah,” Dolores agreed solemnly. 

A pause. 

“Eeergh, I can’t BELIEVE how annoying that Juana girl is!” Isabela screamed in fury, hands clenching in rage. “I’d like to…urrrgh!” 

“What is even her issue with you two anyway?” Mirabel asked the primas-hermanas. “Like, why does she hate you both?” 

“She’s been like this with us ever since we were three years old,” Dolores said. “Yes, that’s right, literally three! I still remember like it was yesterday. Her stealing Isabela’s sleeping back during naptime and refusing to give it back.” 

“She’s constantly making fun of the fact that we’re close with each other and call each other sisters,” Isabela said. “Even though it’s frankly none of her business. And since we were little she used to spread rumors about us and try to keep us apart. Sometimes she’d try to befriend one of us and badmouth the other, basically try to turn us against each other. Like that’s ever gonna happen.” Dolores gave a faint smile when Isabela said that. “She even said once that we think we’re better than her because we’re so close to each other and don’t like her. She is such a self-centered diva, it’s insane.” 

“Wow,” Mirabel said, taking it all in. 

“Tell me about it,” Isabela said as she shook her head. “She needs to get a life. And some friends.” 

“Yeah,” Dolores agreed quietly. “She clearly doesn’t have any.” 

“What do you mean?” Luisa asked. 

“Just that I seldom if ever see her hanging out with anyone, whether a group of girls or just one girl. Maybe if she actually had friends the way Isabela and I do, not counting each other, of course,” Isabela gave a faint smile when Dolores said that. “She wouldn’t be so preoccupied with trying to destroy our friendship. Hm!” 

“I’m so sorry you have to put up with a catty woman like her,” Mirabel said sincerely, linking arms with Dolores. “You don’t deserve that. Not even you, Isabela.” 

Isabela gave her a funny look, and Mirabel smirked. 

“But oh well, that’s enough about her, let’s not waste our breath talking about Juana when we have your birthday to look forward to!” Dolores turned to her prima. “You wanna go to the amusement park tonight, Luisa?” 

“I’d love to!” Luisa affirmed. It had been ages since she went inside the amusement park kept secret inside her room. But maybe it was a good thing, what with her finally being able to relax and have fun and all. 

“Yay!” Mirabel cheered. “That’s so awesome! It would be like a sleepover, but even better!” 

“You’re damn right it would!” Isabela agreed. 

Continuing to talk as they made their way back to Casita, they just about almost entered the door when Camilo came running up to them. 

“Luisa!” Camilo cried out in fear, grabbing her hand. “It’s Belinda! She needs help! Please!” 

Luisa gasped. She could never miss the chance to help one of her favorite donkey pals in a moment of need. 

“Ugh, Camilo, we just got back from the salon. Can’t you see that it’s her birthday?” 

“Oh, I’m sorry, happy birthday Luisa!” 

Isabela rolled her eyes. 

“Come on, Isabela, don’t worry, I promise it’ll only be a minute.” 

“Thank you Luisa!” Camilo said. “Oh, and Dolores, love the hair! You look super pretty. Come on!” He yanked Luisa’s hand and they fled. 

“Uh, thanks?” Dolores said awkwardly. 

Isabela huffed. “He’s just gonna pretend like I don’t exist,” she snarked, flipping her hair. “But anyway…” 

As Luisa ran away with Camilo, a giddy and exited Isabela, Dolores, and Mirabel quickly scampered inside the Casita, where the rest of the family was waiting for them. 

“Are you ready?” Julieta asked her daughters and niece. 

“We were born ready,” Mirabel said, a grin on her face and a glimmer in her eye. 

After taking care of the donkey, Luisa went back inside through the front door of Casita, as somehow, Camilo was nowhere to be seen. 

But when she turned the knob and stepped inside, she was not expecting this. 

A thousand eggs were instantly hurled Luisa’s way, and Luisa screamed and covered her face with her hands, to no avail, as her entire body—though not her hair, fortunately, as Mirabel had instructed—was pelted with running yellow yolk. 

She looked up to see her family, laughing joyfully at her shocked, but pleased expression. 

“Cumpleaños feliz, te deseamos a ti, feliz cumpleaños a Luisa, feliz cumpleaños a ti! Que los cumpla feliz, que los vuelva a cumplir, que los siga cumpliendo, hasta el año tres mil! FELIZ CUMPLE, LUISA! WHOOO!” 

Luisa only laughed. “You all are just terrible!” She screamed. “I’m kidding, y’all are the best. And I see what you did there, Camilo.” 

Camilo beamed with pride, standing up straight for what was probably the first time in his life. 

As the family all got together and surrounded Luisa with hugs and kisses, Luisa had never felt more grateful for her family in her life. 

She was so happy to celebrate her twentieth birthday with them. 

“Oh, come on!” Mirabel dragged Luisa to the chair at the head of the table, normally Abuela’s chair, unless it was your birthday, and sat her down in it. 

Felix and Pepa brought out the cake, as Julieta and Agustin kissed Luisa on both sides of her face. 

“My little baby all grown up,” Agustin was stammering, crying tears of joy and wiping at his face with a napkin. “Once a cute little teenager, now a beautiful young woman.” 

“Aye Agustin,” Julieta said, hugging her husband delicately. “Make a wish, mija, and blow out the candles.” 

Luisa closed her eyes and silently wished that every birthday following this one would be as good as it was today. 

Then she blew out the candles, and the entire family cheered. 

The End

[walking-fnaf-encyclopedia]

Don't worry about taking a while to respond!! we don't mind.

I LOVE Cassidy crying child as well (and have a Cassidy CC fictive headmate as well dfkgjhfgd) and I use it for several AUs including my main fnaf au. To answer your question about the designs, I'm thinking that Baby's appearance is altered to fit the other animatronics- i tend to stylize them all like real life vintage animatronics anyway, but Baby looks more like the others in the swap AU!

We might tell you more about some of our AUs soon, but in the meantime, what's your favorite of your AUs? Or any that you feel like sharing?

(Happy fnaf movie birthday!! We're gonna see it tonight we're so excited)

head in fucking hands. i have typed up a response to this twice now and tumblr keeps fucking eating it i hate mobile.

OKAY. third times the charmmm!!!

thank youu <3

same hat!!!! i only have them in logical error tho cause so far thats the only one where its relevant so far lol. i should really make a flashlight duo au or something. dont get me wrong, love evan cc having a best friend cassidy, but something about lonely cassidy cc who blames their dad more than mike for their death, ughhh.

changing baby definitely makes the most sense since shes the most “out of place,” her canon design being a different location, you know what i mean lol. but i know some people love to take on that challenge of “okay, but what if i redesigned everyone else instead of taking the sane route?” (its me im some people) also YES love vintage real life animatronics!!

oughhh my fave it probably logical error… i cant share a lot about it unfortunately twt

BUT! i can share one thing!! the twins’ (mangle’s heads) are named valerie (‘main’ head with casing) and eirelav (endo head)!! val and eire (eye-ra) for short! ive made up a whole little thing which i explained best in my second try at replying to this ask, but basically, cassie has a miscolored roxy plush that she named “valerie,” her best cross between roxy(/ie) and valentine. this roxy plush was a defect plush cause they put the wrong fabrics or the wrong patterns into the machines, so they had a small batch of chica-colored roxys and roxy-colored chicas (which cassie also has one of, whom i desperately need to name lol). i will draw them eventually i think they are so silly, her dad gave them to her and she thinks theyre both hilarious and adorable <3

okayyy i would say more but 1. third time writing this and still have to do. tags. and 2. i dont have anymore ideas lolll

HOPE YALL HAD FUN!!!!! i have to wait til the fifth of november and i am going insane. shaking violently. i am not leaving that fucking theatre seat til the credits. (which will suck cause no stimming but WHATEVER!!!!! ILL LIVE!!!!)

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Year of Creation! Writing Edition!

Here’s some snips from the last year’s worth of writing!

January

This is from the first fic I was writing that I lost interest in which was a Roxy and Freddy swap AU where Roxy was your guardian and I changed basically every event in the game to be more interesting and fun

February

This is from ‘Faulty Management’ which is an AU where the owners of the Pizzaplex give up and just hand over all managerial roles to the animatronics.

March

This one is from Blender Roxy where uhh... yeah I have Roxy run away from being decommissioned and hide out in Gator Golf. I had big plans for that AU and a sequel to it but I lost interest :(

April

This one is from an ask game but I can’t find the original post for some reason :/ Basically, Chica gets to explore the outside world while Roxy misses her chance so Chica brings her back some flowers.

May

This one is from a fic called ‘Communication Error’ and it was originally a bit of a vent fic but turned into a fic focused on Roxy’s first few months in the Plex where her language processors are in dog mode and she doesn’t really understand what anyone is saying to her at all.

June

I didn’t write anything new in June so here’s a thing from ‘All I See Is Him’ which I probably worked on in June.

July

This one is from ‘Pupcakes and Popcorn’ which was a combination of prompts I got from people for some Pupcakes (Roxica) fluff.

August

Oh wow I can’t believe I started this in August. This is the Meteors AU that’s uh... just for fun really. The premise doesn’t make a lot of sense but once you get past it, it’s mostly fun, fluff, drama and traumatising capitalism! Lots of fun and can’t wait to work on it more.

September

This is apparently the only thing I didn’t immediately redo in September. It’s the script for a conversation between my Bonnie and @/thefazculethree’s Bonnie after the Bonnie Theft situation. I was drawing it but I lost interest. Basically, my Bonnie is just fucking around and the ‘kids’ he’s talking about are the Mini Music Men lmao

October

This is from the Zombie AU that’s very very loosely inspired by @/joshbruh10x‘s Zombie AU. I have two ‘Episodes’ for this AU in particular but I lost interest and have two way more interesting ones now, as well as countless other non-zombie AUs I like. I might go back and finish this one though. It’s a fun one! Lots of trauma!

November

Lmao this is from an unnamed fic that’s based on the idea that after the events of SB, Monty becomes afraid of heights and Roxy becomes afraid of the dark. Basically, they’re fucking around for a bit at the start before Monty has to go up on the catwalks and Roxy volunteers to go up for him instead. Once she gets up there, the lights go out because of the storm and well... yeah.

December

I haven’t written anything new in December, but I was working on this yesterday and this is an outtake from it! It’s from the Meteors AU that I’ve been messing around with on and off since I made it. I like this bit but it doesn’t fit at all with what I need for that particular part.

Anyway, that’s all! I’ll see you guys in 2023!

[justanartisticduck]

Heya!! It’s me again!! Ok so yet another fnaf post!! This time it has to do with security breach!! Now I really wanted to attempt drawing the animatronics in security breach! More specifically the main four and the daycare attendant! Now please note this is my first time drawing some of these guys so the way I draw them may change over time- Anyways here they are!! The glamrock band plus a daycare attendant!!!

Monty Gator (who is my personal favorite-) ok so i had a bit of trouble drawing him cuz I usually never draw reptilian creatures unless I am drawing dragons, and even then they are usually overly detailed and don’t have mowhawks! i forgot a few details but I’m very happy with how he looks!!

Glamrock Chica. Ok I gotta say I absolutely love the way I drew her plus it was nice drawing a different type of bird this time around!! plus this pose was really fun to draw may I add and overall I just love how she came out!!

Roxanne Wolf. Now she wasn’t too much of a challenge minus the fact I haven’t been able to draw canines lately- now I have a few things I want to do differently next time I draw her but overall I am happy with her design as of now!

Glamrock Freddy (who is best dad may I add-) now he wasn’t too difficult to draw however I do need to update a few things as to how I draw him but overall though I’m very happy with how he looks!!

Sundrop and Moondrop (or is he called sunrise…? Moon…??? Ok let’s just stick with daycare attendant cuz these are too many names for me to handle XD) and can I just say how hard this character was to draw in my style- but I’m so happy with how they came out :D

Ok!! So that is how I draw these guys!! Y’all let me know if I should draw any other characters from any of the games… as long as i know who on earth you are talking about that is! Ahem!! Anyways so yeah!! there you have it!! So that’s all I have for now but I will post some Bonnie related doodles later on this week, then I may post one of my older dhmis fanfics and I will try updating my askblog aswell (dont get your hopes up though- but I’ll try nonetheless!!) but for now that’s all! I hope y’all have a lovely rest of your day!! cya later!! ^^

[jackalopedoodles]

First Glamrock Freddy now Glamrock Chica!!

Mix’s ponytail, legwarmers, and smile are literally my favorite parts of this drawing.

Minor Spoilers down below along with my thoughts for this drawing!

GLAMROCK CHICA!!!

I HATE BEAKS. SO MUCH. I was kind of dreading this one because I hate drawing birds in any sort of cartoon way. While wings are nice and cool beaks are so frustrating  and difficult to figure out. But I wanted to finish at least the main four this time, (I’ve always stopped at her last) and I really wanted her to be next because she’s the very second animatronic you get a chance to see (If we don’t include the vents scenes.)

So for the Full Birb drawing unfortunately, as I’ve said before, I can’t do birbs very well. I can’t draw beaks or get a feel for their anatomy, like how do they have necks!? Is it not just body??? Anyways, tried for some new angles and gave her the garbage she likes to eat. Some selfish little part of me likes to headcanon that she has eating problems, be that eating too much, or throwing up, or only feeling hungry at certain times. I don’t know maybe there’s a better reason for her to be  eating garbage. 

Mix is literally my favorite out of this whole thing. Her smile! Her ponytail! Her Leg warmers! Her wings!!! I did a really good outline of a cute tail too but unfortunately the wings had to cover them up. I love her earrings here too, I almost debated making them more complicated, but I won’t. Not right now. Honestly her design as a while is fairly easy, it’s a lot of circles and triangles and just managing to fit them together nicely to establish a dangerous but soft looking character. The boob window was actually a happy accident, I wanted something to interrupt right under the pectorals just like with Freddy because that’s where their animatronic plating is split in the original design. With Freddy that’s where his button up ended and became pants and for the leotard here I needed something to break it up while still keeping it a solid piece.

Full human! This one I’m a little nervous about. I have her hair down for one, because I’m starting to like drawing these characters in these poses where their most recognizable trait is taken away and trying to make them still them. Plus by taking away these big things that make them seem commercialized I feel like it gives them a bit of humanity and actual character. So the idea is that Chica hides, a lot, be it hiding scars with her leg warmers, putting on a full face of make up, or even in this scenario, when she’s talking about something shes nervous about, pulling her hair down and hiding behind it. Another thing that is just such a innately human thing that makes her stand out from the Character that Freddy Fazbears Entertainment is trying to force her to be.

Chibi Birb Chica was a lot of fun but also a bit of work. I kind of wanted to keep the idea of the toy chica cheeks staying on this time as well, but obviously in her original design she has the cheek triangles already, so instead I moved them up to showcase her eyes a bit more since she doesn’t have the radiant make up that Freddy so proudly owns. Gave her a rounded beak, her triangle earrings and eyebrows for good measure, because while I’m good, I’m not good enough to try and make any sort of emotion with a beak instead of a mouth, So I just went for an almost quizzical look hahaha. 

Chibi Human Chica was kind of fun, though I wish I could’ve added some more details to her. Or at least made her feel more finished. I like her ponytail here, but I almost like chibi birbs better for it’s more simplistic and shapely design.  I also made the cheek marks thinner and more daintier here, not sure why, I think it just fit better. Almost makes her look like DVA. This bow is probably my favorite out of all the ones I’ve done and you can only see half of it.

Anyways, that’s all of my main notes and thoughts, if you’re wanting anything extra just take a glance at the picture itself. If you would like a photo id just dm or comment and I’ll reblog with a detailed description to help people! 

[ihappentolikefnafsurprise]

Personalities: FNaF 1

I’ve been meaning to do this for so long, just never decided to sit down and do it. Probably because I keep getting distracted with other stuff. Feast your eyes (is that how it goes, I might be dumb). I spent a couple of hours on this, and let me tell you I never thought it’d be this difficult. But I’m proud of this, even if it may be cringe.

(oops they ended up being really long I think you can tell who’s my favourite character (hint they’re a robot))

Basically everyone in this group are buds. Sometimes they don’t get a long but they know how to not take it too far. I tried not to repeat cliches (Goldie being either really flirty or really shy, Chica being a cook, etc.). I mostly went off of what they do in the game and took the traits I liked.

Note that these are the personalities of the animatronics themselves, not the dead children. The idea is that they started off as just the kids but then they got their own lives and slowly developed their own personality until they were separate. I might give them some personalities later on, but right now I’m focusing on the robots.

Likes to be the boss

Freddy

Seems grumpy and unapproachable but he’s actually pretty nice

Scary when he scolds you though

He doesn’t even realize he seems grouchy

Can be pretty boring to hang out with

Unless you enjoy cleaning, dealing with Chica and Foxy, and reading in silence

Bonnie is the one he’s the closest to

(sort of because of Fredbear and Springbonnie being friends, they’re not copying they just happen to mirror it)

Loves hugs and uses them to comfort others

He’ll also use his music box

He’s good at comforting others with hugs

Hates the “don’t touch Freddy” rule

Has a really nice singing voice

He hums and sings when he’s bored or when he’s doing something

The cook of the group and he can make a good pizza

He makes thin-crusted pizzas because helth

He can’t eat so he’ll leave them in the fridge for the kids

Everyone’s baffled on how it got there but accept it anyway

He remembers all the children who come and loves them all very much

He likes to keep things tidy

When Chica’s made a mess in the kitchen he goes in to clean it

He used to scold her for it, but he’s given up

He picks up random items that the children forget with the intention of returning them

Straight up eats them

(He steps in the backroom or goes behind the curtain to get the toys out, children don’t need to see that)

He still continues to pick up toys even when he can’t go off the stage anymore, just a habit that stayed

Frustrated that the new employees just throw away the toys instead of putting them in the lost and found

Sometimes he plays the arcade machines on his own time

He likes to read

There’s no books though, so he just ends up reading manuals, newspapers that people leave behind, employee files, etc.

Until he secretly ordered a book series for himself

It took some convincing from the others

But he ultimately decided to because he doesn’t like the owner

Also the owner is really bad at actually managing the restaurant so he never noticed

Because of this Freddy often steps in from behind the scenes when things are really going wrong, like employees misbehaving

He sends an email to them and then he gives them a little fright when they come into work and they usually either quit or straighten up

He likes earthy tones like brown and beige because he’s boring

Bonnie

He comes off as nonchalant and uncaring

People think he’s angsty

It’s basically his whole persona when he’s on stage, he’s supposed to be the party pooper that doesn’t like parties but is eventually convinced by his friends to join and has fun

Off stage he doesn’t have that much of a presence

He can approach people just fine and isn’t really that shy

He’s just a quiet guy

Probably the best one to chill with because he’ll talk if you’re talking but he’s cool with silence and just enjoying each other’s presence

The type to laugh at his own expense

Has some dark humour and likes to joke around with Foxy, who also enjoys that humour

Secretly the mother hen of the group (despite being a bunny and a guy, he just fits mother)

Would laugh if you trip but then subtly watch you for injuries

If it’s an animatronic he can do some basic fixing

Doesn’t know anything about human first aid, but he’ll help where he can and call for help if he needs to

The type of guy to seem calm but there’s internal panic

If something seems kind of dangerous he’ll watch from afar

But if it’s too dangerous he’s the first one to shut it all down

Good at comforting others

Worries a lot and is probably the most cautious of the group

Very protective

It’s why he’s the first one to come to your door, he wants to make sure it’s no one dangerous (even though they’re like 400lb robots but sssh)

Hides most of his worrying, thinks he’d come across as annoying

Weak to puppy-dog eyes

Likes happy alternative music, but he’s open to almost anything

Plays the guitar by ear

Is pretty good, not legendary, but he experiments on his own

Can’t read sheet music

His favourite colour is red

Takes random pieces of paper like articles and anything useless and writes on the back of them like a diary, he keeps it hidden inside of the backroom in one of the Bonnie heads

Chica

Chaos incarnate

She’s a hyperactive kid that has trouble considering other’s feelings

Struggles with responsibility

Her favourite colour is green

Not at all good at comforting people

But she can listen while you rant and chime in or give you a distraction if you need it

“you wouldn’t believe the crap I had to deal with today”

“I wanna know everything!”

She’s actually the physically the strongest in the group

They’re all pretty strong, she’s just at the top

Mostly uses her strength to lift tables in order to make forts and playing around in the kitchen

Has broken many pans and lots of cooking utensils

Terrible cook

Can’t be left in the kitchen unsupervised for too long otherwise you run the risk of her starting a fire

Good at singing

Loves happy-go-lucky tunes

Radiates positivity

Doesn’t like the others being sad, but doesn’t know what to do about it

She’d probably get Freddy or Bonnie to help

Baby of the group (she is an adult though)

Has excellent puppy-dog eyes, only Freddy can stand them

Has trouble dealing with her own emotions

Tends to idolize or idealize people too much

Doesn’t understand what the outside world is like, or any of the problems that people deal with

I think that you gathered by now that she is not the mother hen of the group, even though she’s chicken

More like the kid sister that wants you to play dolls with her

Doesn’t like being alone and will find others to keep her company

Her feelings get hurt pretty easily

She can take a joke, just don’t be mean even if it is funny

Easily made happy by food

Tries to convince Freddy to make her pizza

When he doesn’t she’s like “fine then I’ll make it on my own”

Spends like a half hour trying to decide which pan to use and even more time getting the ingredients together

Freddy stops her before she can actually make anything, otherwise the whole place will burn

She’s easily distracted and tends to be absentminded

But if she finds something she likes she can sit there and do it for hours

Doesn’t like sudden noises, even though she makes them

Impulsive

Doesn’t play the arcade games, they make her mad

Foxy

The other chaos incarnate, he’s Chica’s partner in crime

If they were left in a room together all the tables would be smashed the chairs would be arranged to make a fortress

Tends to cause a lot of trouble so he gets put in time out often by the Freddy’s

Claims they’re being bums but they just want to keep the building intact

He sneaks away when they’re not looking sometimes and gets in even more trouble

Has the same dark humour as Bonnie

But he doesn’t laugh at himself

Actually a little self conscious

He’s a psychopath that enjoys exercise

When I say exercise I mean running and that’s it

He likes to pretend he’s either running away from or being chased by a huge monster

It’s one of the few things that can calm him down, just let him burn off some energy

Makes the others time him, but Chica usually gets distracted

Not a bad person, he just has a very hard time sitting still

He likes to draw

Carves little pictures into the floor of the cove when he’s bored

He’s running out of space though

If you give him a colouring book (they have some children’s colouring books and crayons) he’ll be calm up until he’s finished, then he’ll want to do another one

He also likes storytelling

Don’t ask him to write though, he doesn’t have much patience

Struggles with feelings of sadness

Misses performing for the kids

Most negative emotions translate into anger

Which will result in him trying to smash things and they others having to hold him back

Says things he doesn’t mean and does things that he wouldn’t do otherwise

He just can’t handle the emotion

Luckily he doesn’t get angry often

More often than not he’ll just pretend the negative feelings don’t exist, which also isn’t healthy

Out of everyone in the group he wants to go outside the most

He likes movies

There was a cheap VCR and tv in the boss’s office that’s now in the pirate cove

Somehow, none of the employees realized he took it

Either that or they just weren’t paid enough to care

He has like two movies he watches on repeat, it’s another thing you can give him to calm him down.

His favourite colour is blue, like the ocean

The true angsty one

Golden Freddy/Goldie/Fredbear

Spends a lot of time alone

Kind of a grump

Doesn’t like being bothered

He got the nickname Golden Freddy because that’s what the others called him when they first met him

It didn’t stick at all until the night guards that saw him called him that

Now it’s something the others call him to tease him, but they usually shorten it to Gold or Goldie.

He doesn’t really mind Gold or Goldie, but Golden Freddy kind of bothers him because it makes it sound like he came after when he’s actually the original

Doesn’t say anything though

Hangs out in the safe room, so the others can’t really get to him anyway

But they can yell through the door so there’s that

(I know it’s supposed to be invisible to them but they have life and stuff so they can see, they just can’t go inside)

He’s very sleepy

Spends most of his time sleeping or daydreaming

Doesn’t really miss performing

Says it was fun while it lasted but he’s fine with it being over

Though sometimes he eats his words when it’s daytime and the kids come

The cheering gives him the urge to come out and say hi even though he knows he shouldn’t

Misses being able to hang out with Springbonnie all the time

Springbonnie is there in the backroom with him, it’s kind of why he spends so much time in there

He activates sometimes, but he usually stays shut down to conserve battery

It’s pretty random

Springbonnie doesn’t know much about what’s going on, he never stays up long enough to get a full explaination

But he does try his best to keep his friend in high hopes

(I’ll be writing his personality later on, with FNaF 4)

There’s no way to charge him because the chargers are on the stage and the others can’t come in to help move him and Goldie’s not strong enough

And he can’t get up on his own

He likes being able to talk to him sometimes at least

Every now and then the others have to convince him to come out

He comes out on his own occasionally

But sometimes he shuts himself out completely and doesn’t realize how lonely he is, even if it is self-inflicted

The best way to get him to come out is knock-knock jokes, he loves them and the irony of it being through a door is just perfect

Likes even the cheesy ones

You can tell him puns or some well-constructed jokes too, he likes pretty much everything

He’s the grumpiest but he’s also the best at making others laugh

What can I say, he has a lot of time on his hands

When he does come out he hangs out with Freddy or Bonnie, the other two are too high energy for him

He plays the arcade games

He has the highest score, since he literally lives there and can play them whenever he wants

Likes the repetitiveness of some of the games

Even if he’s kind of a grump and a recluse the others respect him and come to him for advice when they need it

It’s sometimes stupid stuff like “where did my guitar go” and “quick help me hide Bonnie’s guitar”

He likes the colour purple

[rohad93]

Moonlit Masquerade: Moonlit Ever After Pt 2

Luz hopped off her staff in front of the portal, letting King down to scamper back into the house with Eda and Lilith before she stepped through the door. That uncomfortable magicless feeling washed over her and she shook herself as she dashed out of the old shack.

She jogged to her mother’s house, today was Halloween, so no one walking up and down the street even blinked an eye at her as jogged past in her usual witchy attire, staff on her back.

She'd have to bring Amity here next Halloween. They could do something fun for their first anniversary and just walk around as they were and no one would think twice.

"Mami, you home?" Luz peeked her head in the door, not bothering with knocking.

"Coming, Mija!"

Her mother appeared on the stairs, her hair lying in a shiny, flat curtain against her back and dressed in a knee-length, dark green dress, a belt cinched around her waist.

"Ay, looking good, Mami!" Luz grinned, shooting her a finger gun.

"Thank you, baby, but wait until you see Amity." She smiled knowingly, and color Luz intrigued. She of course was already waiting on bated breath to see her soon to be wife, but her mother making mention of it has her even more excited.

"Was she beautiful in her dress? I mean, I know she must be, she's always beautiful, even when she first gets up and is grumpy and has bed head and morning breath…," Luz rambled excitedly and her mother just smiled knowingly at her. It was always nice to see the ways in which Luz hadn’t changed while she was away; made it feel like she hadn’t missed quite so much.

"That girl just owns you, heart and soul, doesn't she?" Camila laughed, bringing her rambling to a halt and Luz chuckled, cheeks pink, scratching the back of her head.

"Yeah." She can only nod in agreement, she couldn’t even think to deny it.

"As for her dress, you'll just have to wait and see, Mija."

"I'd rather wait till tonight anyway." Luz shrugged with a smile. "Are you ready to go?"

"Si, si, let's go, you need to start getting ready, your hair is a mess." Her mother fussed, trying to smooth her windswept locks.

"I'll fix it after I shower," Luz laughed, but resigned herself to letting her mother fuss over her.

When they returned to the Owl House Gus and Edric were waiting there, dressed in their matching dark blue dress shirts under black vests and coats. Luz is glad to see that Edric has shaved off his mustache. She didn’t mind it, but she knew Amity hated it and was threatening to ban him from all photos if he didn’t shave it off.

“You guys are early!” Luz smiled as they walked into the house. Camila greeted the boys before walking into the kitchen where the Clawthorne sisters were sitting at the kitchen table.

“Better early than late, right?” Edric grinned.

“Amity would kill you.” Luz grinned back.

“Too true, sis.” Edric nodded sagely, arms crossed over his chest.

“Are you excited?” Gus grinned gleefully at her, bouncing on his toes.

“Very, I gotta go shower and get dressed. You guys got everything else taken care of?”

“Everything is set up at the tree.” Gus nodded.

“We stopped by the school too, they have everything just about set up there too,” Edric gave her a thumbs up.

“Great, I’ll be back in a little bit!” she hurried up the stairs and the sound of the shower running followed.

Two hours to curtain time and everyone in the owl house was in the living room, waiting on Luz.

“Have you heard from the girls today?” Lilith looked at Edric who nodded.

“Em just messaged me that they’re leaving for the school now, so everything is on schedule,” he confirmed.

“Now if we can just get the other bride to get a move on,” Eda snorted, crossing her arms over her chest.

“She should be down any minute now,” Lilith replied.

As if summoned, a door closed upstairs and Luz thumped down the stairs.

“How do I look?” Luz asked nervously as she finally appeared from upstairs, making her family look up, and they went quiet.

Luz stood in front of them in her shiny dress shoes and white pants, her button-up shirt a vivid violet, tucked into her pants under the white vest and tie knotted smoothly against her neck. Her long hair combed back carefully, laying against her back atop the matching white, tailed coat.

She does a little spin and Camila is already tearing up as she looks at her, while her soon to be brother-in-law whistles.

“You look amazing, Luz!” Gus gushes.

“Sharp as ever, Kid.” Eda smiles at her softly from the couch.

“Amity will be smitten even further, if possible, the moment she lays eyes on you,” Lilith agreed with a nod and smile as Luz chuckled.

“Thanks, guys.” she fretted nervously with the buttons of her coat and smoothed the perfectly straight, bright white tie.

“Why all the white? No one here believes you're a virgin,” Eda cackled and Luz flushed brightly against the stark color. Camila shook her head, exasperated by the gray-haired witch. Edric wheezed at that while Gus just flushed.

“I just liked how it looked…,” she mumbled.

“You look wonderful, Mija,” Camila assured her, walking up to her smoothing her coat before cupping her cheeks in her hands. “¡Oh, mi bebé se va a casar!” Camila smooshed her cheeks as her eyes got misty.

“Mami, por favor…,” Luz begged, prying her mother’s hands off her cheeks.

“¡Amity es una chica muy afortunada!” Camila sniffled, making Luz smile.

“I think I’m the lucky one…,” Luz mumbled, grinning at her mother, who smiled at that.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re both very lucky, you can be sickeningly in love together for the rest of your lives,” Eda broke the moment with a grin. “Are we ready or what?”

“We got the rings?” Gus asked and King held up the two boxes in his clawed hands. “Do you have your vows?” he turned to Luz.

“Vows?” Luz repeated, blinking before she slaps her hands against her face. “...I forgot to write vows…,” she said quietly, staring wide-eyed into the air with horror, mouth hanging open and Eda starts to laugh uncontrollably, doubling over on the couch as Edric snorts, trying to choke back his laughter while Lilith sighs, shaking her head, fingers pressed to her temple.

“Luz…,” Gus sighed, pressing his hands to his face.

“Mija…” her mother is shaking her head tiredly.

“It’s okay! I got this, I am a master of improv!” she insists. “I mean, it’s basically just saying things I love about Amity, I can do that in my sleep!”

“She can, I’ve heard her yammering about her in her sleep.” King nodded, rolling his eyes.

“See?” Luz held her hands at the demon.

“I dunno if this is the best time to be practicing your improv, Luz,” Gus said, worried.

“Well we have to leave now, there’s no time to write any,” Lilith sighed.

“Ride with me kid, you can jot down some thoughts on the way over,” Eda said, finally standing, and wiping mirthful tears out of her eyes.

“I don’t need to write anything down, trust me, I got this!” Luz insists, hands on her hips.

“It’s your wedding/ funeral.” Eda shrugs and holds out her hand, something crashes in the bowels of the house before her staff flies into her hand. “Let’s get this matrimony show on the road!”

They pile out of the house into the front yard.

“Come on, Mami, you can ride with me,” Luz said as she hopped on her staff.

Camila nervously climbed on behind her and Luz grinned as she clung to her as they lifted off the ground.

Edric and Gus are already taking off on their own staves with Eda and Lilith behind them, Luz following along a little slower for her mother’s sake, who clings to her tightly.

“It's okay, Mami, I may never have learned to drive, but I am a master with a staff,” she promised.

Camila squeezed her tighter. Luz just smiled to herself and kept flying, slow and even toward the cliffside where they were getting married.

Amity and the rest of the girls were going to be at the school while Luz and the boys would go straight to the tree. The sun was starting to dip below the horizon, the moon already rising across the sky, and it’s blue hue was apparent to all, though it yet had no light of its own as the sun’s bright orange rays drowned it out as it dropped below the horizon line, casting bright oranges and pinks across the sky.

Luz smiled to herself as they approached, she could see the bright pink tree standing tall over the rest of the forest. When they touched down she grinned to herself, the tree was still in full bloom, even though its pink leaves and flowers were slowly falling from their branches with every stray gust of wind. Even better were the hundreds of little orbs of light floating in the air above them, lighting the area up with their gentle glow.

It was a simple set up, there was a long dark rug stretched from under the tree, back out into the forest toward the school, where a large curtain had been set up in the trees where Amity would appear later. The cliffs on the other side and several rows of white folding chairs on either side,

A few people had already arrived and were sitting around talking, including Bump, several of the council members, and some of her and Amity’s friends and old allies from the various covens.

It was happening here in just a scant hour. They were getting married.

Luz swallowed, suddenly feeling a little stiff as she looked around at everything. Was her tie too tight? She suddenly found it hard to breathe and wondered for a moment if her PTSD was choosing this moment to make the worst timed appearance of all time, but there’s no quiet buzzing under her skin or whispering in the back of her mind, it’s blissfully quiet, though she suddenly feels an anxiousness settle in the pit of her stomach. It feels different than the kind that usually accompanies one of those days.

She fidgeted with her sleeves, foot-tapping anxiously on the ground, drawing both her mothers’ gaze.

“Mija?” Camila looks at her, concerned.

“You okay, Kid?” Eda tilts her head.

“YEaH…” her voice cracked a little and she cleared her throat. “Yeah, I just…” She glanced around, unsure.

“Oh,” Eda smirked, seeming to catch on. “Finally getting cold feet?” she asked knowingly.

“What? No! I just… I dunno, I just feel so nervous all of a sudden.” she frowned.

“That’s perfectly normal, Luz.” Her mother laid a hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently. “This is a big step in your relationship with Amity, a lifelong commitment, It's natural to be nervous," she soothed.

"Yeah, you still wanna marry her right?" Eda slapped her hand atop Luz's other shoulder.

"Of course I do!" Luz nodded. "I guess it's just… it never felt like this day was ever actually going to get here… now it is and It's like I just did a milk shot. My stomach is all squirmy." She placed her hands over her stomach, frowning.

"I felt the same way before I married your Papi," Camila admitted and that made Luz's racing nerves screech to a grinding halt.

The most she knew about her dad was that he had died before she was born, her mother had never wanted to talk about it when she was a kid, always telling her that they would talk about it when she was older, but then she'd vanished for the last six years. It had never really bothered her, she'd just gotten used to functioning as though she didn't have a dad, since she actually never had, and she had being the school weirdo to contend with most of her first fourteen years.

"Huh?" Is all she can get her mouth to say as she looks at her mother.

Camila's smile is soft and sad. It had been over twenty years, but she still found it hard to talk about, she'd even gone as far as getting rid of all the photos, they had just been too painful to look at at the time and pictures of their daughter had taken up the spaces left empty on the walls shortly after.

Till Luz had vanished, then they too had been packed away, but she had gotten her baby back and more in the form of her soon to be daughter-in-law.

"We'll talk about it soon, I promise, Luz, but for now, trust me, this is normal and once you see Amity all those nerves will go away.” Camila smiled at her daughter.

“Yeah,” Eda threw in. “I’ve been watching you two be grossly in love for six years, you two are sickeningly perfect for each other.” She grinned, squeezing Luz’s shoulder.

Luz took a deep breath and tried to quell the flipping in her stomach.

“Right, I know… I should go... talk to some of the guests…,” she mumbled before walking over to the coven heads who were seated already.

“Hmm, we should keep an eye on her…” Eda set a fist on her hip and Camila nodded as they watched Luz chat with the group of witches.

~ ~

Amity took a deep breath as she stared at herself in the mirror, smoothing the imaginary wrinkles from her dress, her fingers brushing the brooch Luz had given her, pinned to the left of her chest, she never took it off. Just next to it, beneath the top of her dress was the power amulet Lilith had given her for her fifteenth birthday, she was never without that either, it had saved her life a few times during her many battles, and powered the final spell of the war.

Another pillar crashed to the floor, in the wake of Amity’s flaming abomination, set ablaze by Luz’s glyphs shoved inside of it and raising a cloud of dust and debris that stung her eyes as the two teenagers dived behind another pillar to catch their breath while the creature distracted the weakened Emperor.

The castle was shaking and trembling as witches fired off spell after spell in every hall and corridor in the place. Rebels and loyalists fighting bitterly everywhere, dust fell from the ceiling with the force of the magics that battered the walls and ceilings from every direction. Even the floor beneath their feet is a mass of broken and loose stone from the force of the attacks being flung about the room.

Amity hissed, looking down at her leg, blood was dripping down her calf and into her boot, but she didn’t have time for that, she could tend her injuries when Belos was dead.

“I’m nearly at my limit…,” Luz panted quietly, knees shaking and Amity sucked in a sharp breath at that.

Once, Luz had claimed that her glyphs didn’t suck up energy or make her tired the way Amity’s own spellcasting did. One thing the war had taught them was that that was horribly untrue. Luz had just never needed to expend that much energy on the small glyphs she usually used in day to day life to notice the drain. Hours or even days of endless fighting had proved that her form of magic did suck up her energy, till she could barely lift her head, an alarming thing they had discovered after the first few battles of the war. After that, Luz had to learn to better monitor and sparse out her magic, though it certainly made her a much shrewder and acute fighter.

Amity grit her teeth, she’s exhausted too. It had been a blow for blow firefight just to get them to this point, then just to weaken him enough that he could no longer meld into the floors and walls. She cursed under her breath, she knows she can’t do this alone, and the others are all fighting elsewhere, their next attack is going to be their last and they need to make it count, or every spilled drop of blood and snuffed out life will have been for nothing.

An explosion sends bits of singed abomination goo across the room, beyond its ability to reform. Their time is nearly up.

Her mind is a whirling mass of thoughts.

“Come out, children.” Belos’ low voice echoed in the cavernous room, but she can tell it’s strained. They’re not the only ones injured. Amity squeezed Luz’s arm, drawing exhausted brown eyes to her, allowing her to see the long cut, seeping blood on her cheek.

“I need you to hold on just a little longer, love. I have a plan.” Amity’s voice is a tight whisper in Luz’s ear and her white-knuckled grip on her staff tightens further as she jerks a nod.

“Tell me what you want me to do.”

Stone cracks behind the pillar and Belos turns to it, eyes blazing beneath his mask.

He rounds the pillar, staff raised above his head but an abomination lunges around him, covering him in its gelatinous body, and before he can move it glows blue and ice erupts across its gooey flesh, freezing solid around him; trapped.

The crackling of a portal, makes him turn his head as far as he can to see the two teenagers appear behind him.

Amity stood behind a trembling Luz as she held a fire glyph in front of her. Between the ice glyphs and the portal, Amity’s left arm wrapped tightly around her waist is all that keeps her standing, and sheer willpower is all that stands between Amity and passing out.

Amity reached around, power amulet in hand, and grabbed Luz’s trembling hand gripping the glyph card, the stone amulet pressed between their skin is warm, alive with magic she’s been storing for months and she wills the stored power free.

They were both enveloped in the bright magenta glow and then the glyph blazed to life and fire erupted like a volcano from it, the sweltering heat licks at their skin, and the thunderous sound of the roaring blaze pounds in their ears.

Their eyes slammed shut against the blinding, white-hot light. It seemed to drag on and on, before finally, the amulet’s power is expended and the flames faded to flickering embers, leaving them in the dimly lit room, blinking away the spots in their vision.

Luz panted, slipping to her knees, and Amity drops behind her, head on her shoulder and arms limp. They poured everything they had left into that one spell.

When her vision finally cleared, Amity, with great effort, lifted her head to find that where the Emperor had once stood is nothing more than a large, smeared, black stain against the singed stone wall. A pile of ash is all that remains, along with a half-melted, broken staff.

She waits, holding her breath, eyes flickering around the room, as if waiting for him to pop out of the shadows and finish them both, it would be easy, they’re boneless and have nothing left to give, but the longer they sit there on their knees, Luz’s ragged panting the only sound in the room, nothing happens. Her grip on Luz tightens and tears prick at the corner of her eyes.

“He’s ...dead…” her choked voice is foreign to her own ears, but it makes Luz lift her head and she looks at the smeared pile of ash that is all that remains of the once tyrant Emperor of The Boiling Isles.

“It's over…” her voice is barely a whisper and she’s so tired. She relaxes and her consciousness slips away, body slumping to the floor.

“Luz?… Luz!” Amity leans down, pressing a pointed ear to Luz’s back, and relaxes when she hears the steady rhythm beating inside her chest. It takes the last dregs of her strength to pull Luz’s limp body up so her head lays against her chest.

They stay there until the rest of the rebellion bursts into the throne room and finds them, both unconscious on the floor together.

She shook her head, casting away those thoughts, and drags her finger away from the amulet. She hasn’t had to use it since, but its presence is comforting. She knows the devastating power she can unleash with it.

A knock on the empty classroom door makes her jerk.

“Come in.” She glanced over her shoulder as her sister poked her head in the door and smiled as she looked at her sister in her dress, auburn hair done in perfect, bouncy curls, and her makeup done immaculately, if Emira did say so herself, she had done it after all.

“Hey sis, we got like, thirty minutes, you bout ready?”

Amity nodded, still fiddling with her clothes as Emira stepped into the room, closing the door behind her.

“Still nervous?” she smiled gently as she stood behind her and Amity looked at her in the reflection of the mirror.

“Actually, no. I was this morning, I thought I was going to throw up after breakfast but now I’m just… excited.” She smiled and Emira grinned at her and flicked a few of her curls with her finger.

“You should be, Ed was just here, apparently our new little sis looks sharp enough to cut. Said you better hold tight to your heart when you see her,” Emira laughed and Amity’s smile turned into a toothy grin. Luz was pretty content most of the time to just throw on something clean under her cloak, but Amity was intimately aware of her ability to turn the knob all the way to the max on her appearance when she wanted. More than once she had left Amity near speechless on special occasions, and as far as special occasions went, she couldn’t think of one Luz would put more effort into than their wedding.

“I’ll do my best,” Amity chuckled.

“Alright, we’ll be waiting out front when you’re ready.” She threw over her shoulder as she turned to go. Amity nodded and the door closed. She took another breath and picked up the bouquet of blood-blossoms sitting on one of the desks and smiled at them, running her fingers over the petals The flowers always made her think of Luz, being the same kind she had once put on her locker.

She’d been the first one to ever gift flowers to her.

Actually, Luz had been her first… well, everything. Crush, kiss, girlfriend, love.

She won’t say first wife, because that implied that she might have a second someday and Amity has no plans to ever let that happen, and maybe it’s naive, but she’s sure that she’s going to be with the human all the rest of her life.

They’ve known lots of other couples over the years and it always astounded both of them how some other couples could argue about things that could so easily be fixed if they just talked about it. Sure, they fight sometimes, but never for long and never anything like the screaming matches they’ve witnessed other couples have. Ugly, knock-down drag outs that leave someone in tears. The only times they’ve left the other in angry tears have been because the other did something dangerously stupid.

Usually, it was Amity, but after the battle at the knee, it had been Luz, who had screamed at her for fifteen minutes while sobbing. Maybe it wasn’t the smart thing to do, too so carelessly throw her life around, but she meant it and means it still. She would always put her life on the line for her and that argument was quickly ended by Amity telling her that she damn well would have done the same thing and she knew it, and her life was worth no more or less then Luz’s

That stopped the screaming, but it didn’t stop the tears, it took a while for those to stop.

It’s strange when she thinks about it, loving someone so wholly and fiercely that the threat of her own death seems like such a trivial thing in the face of losing her, that someone can make her feel so totally fearless in one moment and then terrified to breathe the next.

Amity huffs, smiling to herself. It sounds so sappy, like something straight out of the pair’s favorite book series, but she and Luz have a powerful bond, forged first out of love and affection, then the complete and total trust that could only come from being tempered with blood and the fires of war.

If Luz told her to jump off a cliff Amity knows she would do it because she trusts Luz above all else; she always had a plan.

Amity rolled her eyes at herself. She’s such a sap, not that Luz is any better, which makes her feel a little better.

Their friends are right.

They are gross.

There’s a knock on the door and Amity straightened.

“I’m coming, Em!”

The door opened but her sister didn’t say anything. Amity turned and stopped.

“Dad…,” she breathes as she stared back at her father, standing in the doorway.

Alador Blight smiled at her.

“May I come in?” he asked her.

“Of course!” she nods and he stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.

She can only stare at him as he crossed the room to stand in front of her, gold eyes aglow in the last bits of light coming in the classroom window, the sun has set, but a faint orange glow still rests on the horizon, slowly being overtaken by the blue glow of the bright, full, blue moon that is rising overhead.

“You look breath-taking, Amity.”

“Thank you, I’m glad you came.” she smiled at him, and she is. For all their disconnects over the years and her hurt feelings at his absence as a child, she can’t stop loving the man in front of her, and because she knows her dad loves her, he wouldn’t be here if he didn’t.

Alador’s smile fades at that.

“I apologize for not being able to send Thrasus to you sooner, I have been rather preoccupied with your mother.” Nothing about that surprised Amity, but his next words did. “Getting her to agree to unbind our eternal oath has been a tiresome affair.” His brows furrowed between his eyes, frown deepening.

“What?!” Amity blinks wildly at that, her eyes dart to her father’s left hand, and sees that he no longer wore the gold band that had sat on his finger since before she could remember.

Alador folded his hands behind his back and looked pensive.

“I loved your mother dearly once, but I have realized in recent years that I let that blind me to certain things that I should have seen, especially things concerning you and your siblings.” He looked so tired right now, the lines in his face are deep rivers around her mouth and beneath his eyes. “When you left Blight manor to live with Luz they suddenly became clear, and after questioning Edric and Emira, I’m ashamed to admit that I let so much get by me that should not have, and for that, I am truly sorry, Amity.”

Amity chewed her bottom lip. She wants to say it’s fine, but it isn’t and they both know it. Luz told her once that it was okay to not be okay, and she was right.

“Thank you.” Is what she settles on and Alador nods.

“I've spent the last three years trying to understand and find that woman I once know, but after you came to the Manor and told us about the wedding, I realized that she does not exist anymore.” He turned his head away and Amity can see the sorrow on his face. She reached out and took his hand, drawing his gaze back to her.

“It’s over between the two of you?” she questions and he nods.

“I’m sorry,” and she means that. She’s sorry her father is hurt.

“To be completely honest with you, I don’t think the woman I knew ever existed, I chose not to see. I’ve always known that your mother did not care for me the same way I cared for her, but I hoped it was more than I thought. I could have spared myself twenty-five years of wasted time had I been willing to accept that when I was young, I did not, but despite that, I can’t find it in myself to regret all that time.”

“How can you not regret wasting half your life on someone you know didn’t love you back?” Amity can’t understand that at all.

Alador only chuckled at that as he looked at her, gold eyes the same shade as her own staring back at her. He turned his hand over to hold her, dwarfed in his much larger one as he held her hand between both of his.

“Because what I got was worth much more.”

Amity fully anticipated she would cry today, expected it, but not before the wedding even started.

Alador tuts and pulls the kerchief from his breast pocket and dabs at her wet eyes.

“There is no time for that, Amity. If you’re going to cry, then save those tears for Luz.”

She laughs, despite herself and nods, willing back the water.

“I’m glad to know that you won’t face a similar problem in the future”

“How can you know that?” she asked, she knows it’s true, she does, if there is one thing in life she doesn’t doubt, it’s Luz.

“I’ve seen the way that woman looks at you enough times to know that she cares for you just as dearly as you do for her,” Is her dad’s simple answer. “I’m sure you’ll be quite preoccupied after the ceremony, so I came to tell you that I’m proud of you, Amity, you’ve proven yourself to be so much stronger than I could have ever hoped.”

Amity just smiles and Alador pulled his pocket watch from his pocket and popped open the face.

“I believe it’s time for you to go, my dear.” He smiled and Amity nodded. He turned and started for the door.

“Dad…,” Amity called and he stopped, turning to look at her over his shoulder. She hesitates for a moment but carries on. “Would you walk me down the aisle?”

His eyes widened at that and he turned to face her completely.

He looks like he wants to question her, she can see the jump in his jaw, through his mouth never opens to voice any of them.

“Yes,” he finally said and Amity smiled, and walked up to him, slipping her arm through his.

“Then we better go.”

He nods, and they leave the school.

[sorenvaxana]

FHS Headcanons

have fun reading

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-Freddy wants to grow his hair out, for absolutely no reason at all. He just wants to have rlly long hair and occasionally wears it in other styles other than a simple ponytail. He's probably asked Chica to put his hair in a braid before and it ended up being a rlly stiff and small braid cause his hair isn't that long for one yet

-Since Puppet kissed Mai on the cheek in Canción Marionette, I hc that in Puppet and Mai's family, they share a lot of various kisses w/ meanings of their own(platonically ofc) A kiss on the cheek means comfort, a kiss on the forehead means forgiveness/sorry, and a kiss on the temple means goodnight. (I like to think that Freddy would be feeling upset one day so Puppet kisses him on the cheek and Freddy is like WHAHHNDSNK,MGGATGAYGAY I'M GSY)

-So I wasn't planning on putting my design hcs here, but pleas let's all appreciate Joy w/ a split tooth for at least 5 seconds it's literally my aesthetic

-Felix has probably only watched 1 or 2 animes when he was younger, yet he's still somehow Spiritually seen every anime in existence. Abby will go to him crying over how her favorite died, by dramatically saying, at first; "FELIX!! FELIX IT'S HORRIBLE. FELIX OH MY GOD" and Felix will just be like "Oh you're at that part where [name] died aren't you" and it confuses the everloving fuck out of Abby

-Speaking of anime and Abby, imagine Bonnie and Abby being friends and bonding over anime!! And then Fox joins them later on. At first he kept saying anime was stupid or something until Bonnie let it slip that the new season of an anime was coming out in a few weeks and Fox immediately goes WHAT so he gets invited to watch anime w/ Abby and Bonnie and now they're. all friends who bond over anime. They probably cosplay occasionally too and make shitty joke tik toks

-Speaking of Bonnie being friends w/ Abby, I like to think that Bonnie can easily befriend literally any girl. The only ones he's not that close w/ are Meg, Toddy and Maggie but he still somehow manages to be on good terms w/ them. He also likes to have!! Sleepovers w/ the girls and he owns like 20 friendship bracelets and has his nails painted 24/7 

-Okay so I'm basically just projecting but: What if Bonnie had autism. Whereas he has some social anxiety, and generally just sticks to his current friends. Takes a lot of jokes too seriously sometimes(still has a sense of humor he just starts getting worried cause he can't tell if someone was being for real abt a particularly harsh joke they made) 

Rocks back and forth 24/7 and swings his arms back and forth when standing, occasionally clapping his hands in front of him and behind him when he does that.(if you don't know what I mean I'll try and draw what it looks like) Generally rlly silent w/ a group of people all having a conversation. Used to have a lot of trouble holding eye contact but when he realized he did that he started making a lot more eye contact than he needed to. Sticks to a specific schedule and starts getting worried if something prevents him from following this schedule. Starts brushing his fingers through his hair rapidly as an attempt to ease anxiety/stress 

-srry I projected like. A Lot There. anyways what if Loon had social anxiety. he's seen as a rlly shy character but like. idk man he comes off as more socially anxious to me instead of just simple Shy

-Also Freddy being sensitive to loud noises, he hates using public restrooms cause when you flush the toilet they always go HHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHGHGH and whenever an object looks like it's abt to fall but he can't like. get to it to put it somewhere else he'll immediately start sweating and mildly hyperventilate as he tries to mentally prepare himself if it falls and causes a loud noise. he can do better w busy restaurants and concerts but he still prefers quiet places 

-I found this hc somewhere else but like. Onnie w/ abandonment issues. that is all 

-I also found this hc somewhere else but like.    Bonnie just steals all the coats from his band members when he's bored. Their coats are Not Safe From Him. They Will Be Stolen. 

-Back to Bonnie, Abby and Fox, they all like to play mc together but they can never fucking find Bonnie when he's playing w/ them and they always see him saying the weirdest fucking shit in the chat. one time they saw "BonnieTheDestructer fell out of the world" while they're all in survival w/ no commands and Fox n Abby are just like what the FUCK 

-Fox and Bon never considered eachother friends at first, but since Fox was the only other person who knew of Bon's feelings for Bonnie, Bon always seeked help from him since Fox was close friends w/ Bonnie. Fox was slightly annoyed by this but him and Bon started getting closer and closer and Fox unintentionally became a wingman for Bon so like. no getting out of this now

-One day Bon decides to seek advice from Felix and Fede, as Fox and Joy's advice isn't helping and he's afraid of asking for help from anyone else. What he didn't know was that Bonnie was also seeking advice from Felix and Fede for the same thing, so Felix and Fede are trying their very best to get Bon and Bonnie together but also doing it at a slow pace bc it's funny seeing Bon and Bonnie gush over eachother while still oblivious to the others' feelings 

-On the same topic of that, I like to think Felix is the one giving Bon advice. Whereas he gives flirting tips and pickup lines to use on Bonnie while a very flushed Bon denies that he will use ANY of those 

-can't forget Fede giving advice to Bonnie, where he gives tips and hints on how to remain cool around Bon, and even giving advice on subtly flirting w/ Bon just to see how Bon would react. Also explaining the signs on someone liking you so Bonnie can look out for these signs w/ Bon 

-Felix giving advice to Bonnie and Fede giving advice to Bon is cool too tho

-Joy likes to make flower crowns!! She always makes flower crowns for Meg and Bon, and when she becomes friends w/ Fox and Bonnie, she makes flower crowns for them too!! 

-On the topic of that, Joy used to be rlly into arts and crafts when she was younger, so that's how she learned to make flower crowns. 

-Deuz considers himself a 100% straight man but he has. had gay thoughts before. he had gay thoughts like One time and it never happened again and he is still very confused abt it 

-Fox owning a gaming channel that he Occasionally does covers on, Bonnie having a channel that he posts shitposts on and guitar covers, and Abby having a channel where she posts reviews on anime, reaction videos and occasional covers too. Fox invites them to play a game w/ them one day that isn't minecraft. chaos ensues 

-When Freddy and Fox accidently kissed on Freddy's first day of school, everyone at the school definitely did Not let them live that down. They targeted Freddy mostly, calling him gay and the f slur, which slowly started to get to him and started making him question. "Wait, do I like guys?" cause he noticed that he's shown signs of liking guys before other than his accidental kiss w/ Fox. 

 So, w/ the help of his friends and Fred, Freddy managed to realize he was bi. All bc of his accidental kiss w/ Fox 

 -on the topic of Freddy being bi, he has chaotic bi thoughts 24/7 every time he meets someone attractive 

-ON THE TOPIC OF FREDDY BEING BI AGAIN, since he gains a crush on like every person he sees, Fred tries to be a wingman for him and it literally never works out. If Freddy ever decided to be a wingman for Fred tho, then he'd actually manage to get Fred a date somehow which would leave Fred flustered and Utterly confused. 

 also when they're both attracted to the same person? all hell goes down. 

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aight hope y’all had fun reading all that

[tessxomarie]

Saving You - Part Six

*Leah starts to write out her feelings. Leah & EZ have a friendly encounter.*

Writing has helped me organize my thoughts this last week.

I have not written about Erik…I told myself it may be good for me to write about the situation, but I also do not want to relive those moments.

My mind has been flooded with the thoughts and questions as to why Angel has been giving me a cold shoulder.

The moment we had when he was stabbed and shot, when he reached for me, that’s all it was – one simple moment. I get the impression he forgot, or he’s playing it off like he forgot.

I checked on him and Coco three days after the incident, the boys stayed at the clubhouse overnight and Shelby checked in on them for a few days and asked if Kendra and I could follow up.

Angel was his usual stubborn asshole self. Few words were spoken, eye contact avoided. No thank yous. Like I said, the moment we share the other night was just that, a moment. Now over a week later, I cannot help but still think back to that moment.

I’m snapped back to reality when Kendra calls me, “Leeeeeee.” She exaggerates.

“Kenzzzzzz.” I mimic.

“How do I have five more hours left?” She whines. Poor girl picked up an extra 12-hour shift today and she’s hating every moment.

“You have rent due at the end of week, that’s why you hate it so much.”

“Being a grown up fucking sucks. Who do I call to cancel this subscription? I’m over it, it’s too expensive.”

I bust out laughing, “If you figure that one out, have them cancel mine too.”

We go back and forth for a few more minutes while she’s on break.

“You’re serious about making dinner tonight? Like I can just come crash on your big comfy couch and you can bring me food?” She asks.

“I’ll even go visit Felipe to make sure I cook you a good meal.” I offer.

“You know, if EZ and I never get serious, this whole idea of us becoming a domestic lesbian couple becomes more appealing by the day.”

“Hoes before Bros.” I reply.

“Preach, sista. Okay I gotta go, I’ll text you when I leave here. See you later – love you-bye.” Kendra says as she hangs up the phone.

I finally get myself off the couch and I make my way to Felipe’s shop.

“Hola Felipe!” I say as I enter the shop.

“Aleeah, como estas chica?”

“Bien, y soy cansada.” I reply with a laugh, more than likely butchering every single Spanish word.

“My my, your Spanish is improving by the day, sweetheart.” Felipe says to me with a smile as I approach the counter.

“Thank you, I really am trying – you know, in between working in the ER, the clinic and babysitting the bikers.”

Felipe chuckles, “Yeah, I’ve heard my boys have been keeping you busy lately.”

Rather than diving in to details with Felipe, I opt to just stay mum about it. “You’ve heard right, I’m afraid.”

“I’m just thankful that it’s you that is caring for them. I’ve seen how you are with the kids at the clinic, and even people around here – you’re a natural healer Leah.”

That comment makes my heart melt. I’ve been coming into Felipe’s store only the last three months, but he has made me feel like I belong here, that I’m doing something right.

“How’s the pediatric clinic? You’re still over there, right?” He asks, snapping me out of my daze.

“The clinic is great, I primarily work there now, and I’m contingent at the hospital. Kendra and I are on the same schedule yet more times than not, when I’m at the clinic, she’s at the hospital so when we have the chance to work together, we jump on it.” I say with a laugh.

“Kendra, she’s a character. I’m glad you two are friends, and I’m even more glad to know you two are still working in town. This town is better and dare I say, a little bit healthier thanks to you two. That clinic has worked wonders.” Felipe praises some more.

“Working at a clinic like this, it was something I could only imagine. If you would have told me four years ago that I’d be in the field I am now, with a Bachelor’s Degree – I would ask to take a hit of whatever awesome green y’all are smoking.” I say with a laugh.

It’s so true though, after the news of Jax’s passing and having Marcus basically come into my life and act as my forever guardian – I never knew which path I would end up on, or if the thoughts of me going to school and working in the medical field were far fetched.

“Never stop dreaming, Leah; and never sell yourself short – you my dear are way too smart to do that.”

I offer Felipe a warm smile, as I truly am taken aback by his words.

As Felipe is wrapping up my order, I reach into my purse for my cash and just as I pull some out, Felipe starts shaking his head at me.

“Your money still isn’t good here, chica.” He explains as he hands me my order.

I laugh sarcastically with a mix of shock, “Felipe! Come on, here please take this. I have the money, you have to let me pay eventually.” I plead.

As I try to make this deal with Felipe, the front door chimes and in walks EZ.

“EZ, can you believe Aleeah still thinks her money is good here?” Felipe says with a chuckle and grin.

EZ cannot help but laugh along with his Pop.

“I’m glad you find this comical.” I spit with sass.

“I give you credit for being persistent Lee, but the old man is stuck in his ways. Count your blessings, he could be charging you double.” EZ tells me with a curious look, which causes me to snap back at Felipe and quirk a brow.

“I don’t turn down business, but if I don’t like someone’s attitude, you bet your ass I’m charging them extra.” Felipe explains.

“Well I’m glad you like me, Felipe. Thank you again, you really are the best.” I say as he hands me my order.

“I should be the one thanking you, you’re keeping my boys in one piece.”

I shrug my shoulders and look to EZ as he gives me a weak smile.

“I try.” I respond, and then change topics somewhat as I make conversation with EZ.

“Why are you here? Don’t you have like, a run to be on or some other biker shit to do?” I ask poking fun as I playfully punch his arm.

EZ gives Felipe a serious look, which then makes me feel a bit uncomfortable – I get the vibe that EZ doesn’t like telling Felipe club shit.

“Oops, sorry. I should have known better than to ask you about that.” I tell EZ.

Another chime at the door, a middle-aged couple has walked in.

Felipe nods at EZ, and EZ takes me aside.

“Lee, you’re fine. Pops, he knows enough. Anyways, I’m glad I ran into you, I texted you the other day, but you never responded, I just wanted to check in with you.”

“Oh shit, yeah you did text me – I mentally responded.” I laugh, “I think I mentally responded then told Kendra you texted me and then she said that she was going to text you because you didn’t check in on her.” I explain with more laughs.

EZ scratches his head, “I don’t know what I’m going to do with that girl.” He says with a smirk.

“Just treat her right, or I’ll stand by my word and make you breath out of your forehead.”  I remind him with a big smile and bat my eyelashes.

EZ laughs it off, “So, what I really wanted to ask you is if you’ve spoken to Angel lately?”

A look of confusion and humor take over my face, but EZ doesn’t find it humorous.

“Oh, that was a serious question?” I ask, I stutter for a moment but collect myself.

“EZ, I don’t even have Angel’s number. It’s always you, Bishop or Coco that contacts me. Plus, why would I need to talk to Angel?”

EZ shakes his head, “I was just wondering, hoping actually that maybe you two have spoken because he’s just been really off since the incident.”

“No shit, he was shot and stabbed – practically ambushed at his girlfriend’s place. That’s a lot to process. Did you guys ever find out who stabbed him?” I ask.

EZ looks over to Felipe, to make sure he’s still busy with the other customers that walked in.

“No, we have no leads. Angel basically wants us to forget it, but Coco isn’t having that. Angel, he’s been around off and on ever since Shelby gave him the okay – Gilly hasn’t been able to keep tabs on him, we all know he and I aren’t on speaking terms. I just want to know he’s somewhere safe, I don’t trust Luisa.”

Another confused look comes over me, “Who the fuck is Luisa?”

EZ must find my expression hilarious as he gets a good chuckle out of that one.

“That’s Adelita’s real name.”

“Umm excuse me? That bitch has been using an Alias and no one felt the need to clue me in?” I say with a slight raised voice, looking around to make sure I’m not causing a scene in this small shop.

“Relax, Lee. That’s an irrelevant fact.”

“Psh, yeah for you maybe. When you find my body missing or chopped up, I think it’s important for you all to give a correct name to the authorities.” I sarcastically say.

“What are you talking about, Leah?”

“You don’t recall my abrasive monologue from that night? I basically dragged her ass through fire. She deserved it though, there’s always been something off about her to me.” I explain as I take a seat at the small table next to where we are standing.

“Ha, yeah. We all were just talking about that actually. The boys were impressed on how you handled that. Especially given her history of what she’s capable of.” EZ says trailing off.

“That ex rebel bitch does not scare me – her trying to play doctor to a stabbing and shooting victim, now that scares me.” I say with a playful wink.

EZ gives another laugh and takes a sip of water that he grabbed from the cooler behind him.

“She means well, she just, I don’t know – I’ve never fully trust her either. I guess I’m just worried about my brother.” He says quietly.

We have a brief moment of silence, and then I see him flex his muscles – now I am inno wayattracted to EZ like this, but the man has veins us nurses drool over.

“EZ, has anyone ever told you your veins are a nurses wet dream?” I ask while touching one of the veins popping out.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Oh come on, Ezekiel, Kenz hasn’t said that to you? She hasn’t asked if she could practice drawing blood or anything like that?” I continue to ramble as I trace one of his veins.

“Umm you two still need practice?” He asks nervously.

“Always, it’s always good to practice in case you have to drug someone up for long periods of times or when you accidentally give them the wrong dose.” I say wickedly as I stand up from my chair.

“Leah, I mean this in the nicest way – but some days, you straight up terrify me.”

I give EZ a playful sin filled look, “Good.” I respond with a wink.

“I’ll see you in a few days, on the 4th?” I ask as I gather my belongings.

“Yes you will, Kenz will be there too later on but I am sure you already knew that.” He says with a smile.

“You sir are correct. She’s working the afternoon shift, I’m working 7p-7a the night before so once I become a functional member of society that afternoon, I’ll make my way to the clubhouse.”

“I’ll be there all day, I’m on firework duty.”

My face drops, bikers + explosives = Leah never gets a break

“I’ll be safe, Lee.” EZ tries to reassure me by putting both hands on my shoulders and giving them a squeeze.

“Yup, uh-huh, sure.” I say walking towards the door, “I’ll still bring extra supplies just to be safe.” I say tapping his shoulder.

“Adios, Felipe! Thank you very much.” I say as I wave from the doorway.

“Take care Aleeah!” Felipe shouts.

“See you in a few days, Lee.” EZ says with a wave, I remain still at the door with it half open, “Oh yes, it’s going to be a bang.”

[hopecountylovin]

Sweet Surrender

Sharky and Faith (well Rachel really) both find themselves lonely early Christmas morning. They strike up deal that allows them to have an amazing night together.

Warnings: some smut towards the end

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A lonely melancholy surrounded Faith as she returned to her region after midnight mass on the Father’s compound. This time of year always left Faith depressed, well more aptly it was Rachel who got depressed on Christmas.

The Jessop family used to have such great Christmas Eves, before they all abandoned and ostracized her anyways. The whole family, aunts, uncles etc, would get together for a giant feast, everyone brought something. After eating they would have a washers tournament and end the night out in the Montana cold singing Christmas carols around a big fire. Faith very rarely missed Rachel Jessop’s life, usually she despised it, but that always changed around Christmas.

She puts on her snowsuit and leaves her hair braided into a crown upon her head as it had been for mass. The freezing air steals her breath as she steps out into the winter night.

Faith decides to take out one of the snowmobiles, one of the other few activities she enjoyed with Rachel's family. As she gets away from the Conservatory and into the cold Montana wilds she hears something that sounds like a strange version Jingle Bells, along with the occasional whoop. When she draws nearer to the noise she can see a fire and a sole occupant wielding a flame thrower.

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Sharky had decided to leave the holiday festivities in Falls End early, now leaving him alone at Boshaw Manor. Christmas was never a favorite time of his, though it was always better to spend the holiday outta the pen, at least then he could burn shit. Which is what he decides to do now.

He turns down his flame thrower, as the snowmobile pulls up. The rider was a woman in an all white snowsuit with flowers embroidered up the right leg. When she gets off the vehicle she takes off her helmet. Well shit, if it isn't Faith Seed. He brings his weapon back up and turns the flame on high.

The Siren walks towards him. Well shitty shit, he slowly squats down and grabs a handful of snow.

“Charlemagne.” She says there's something different about her tonight. She’s softer, more real somehow.

He throws the makeshift snow ball at her and she crosses her arms and shoots a withering stare at him.

Sharky shrugs and laughs awkwardly “Had to see if it was really you.”

“Well what the hell do ya want?” he asks after a moment of silence.

“I...I wanted to see what the holiday music was. Is that Disco?”

“Uhhh yeah what ya listen to many of your stupid cults shitty music, don't know what a decent song sounds like?” he says defensively, he really doesnt get why everyone shits on Disco so much.

Faith looks at him for a moment with a look of shock across her face, then it falls and she just looks sad and tired. He’s never seen the herald look like that before, she usually looks so serene, so fake. Its unsettling, he doesn't know what her angle is.

After a minute she purses her lips then finally answers. “I know that cult music is shitty, I can’t stand it, besides I like Disco.”

“Huh?” He says his mouth is left hanging open. That was definitely not what he expected her to say.

A beautiful laugh leaves her throat and he can’t help but smile with her.

“Oh Charlamagne.” She smiles again.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                    He’s not really sure what that’s supposed to mean, but he’s gotta admit that his name has never sounded better then when it comes from her lips. Still he tells her “Uh I prefer Sharky.”

A small huff of laughter leaves her “Ok Sharky, will you let me stay here, listen to your music, and watch you burn things?” she says her eyes drifting over to the fire, the sight making her smile widen.

Shit. He damn near gets half a stiffy.

She may be wearing a helluva lot more clothes than usual, but the snowsuit did nothing to change that melodically soothing voice of hers. And damn did she really have to look like a hippy Princess Leia on Hoth? Great there's a totally new Faith fantasy to add to the repertwa, he thinks.

“What the fuck?! You serious? Why?” he blurts out at her voice dripping in disbelief. This has to be some kind of trap.

She sighs, her eyes finding their way back to the fire “Christmas is hard, I don't want to be alone or with my angels tonight.” She looks back at him with soft questioning eyes. And for some dumb reason he believes and understands her.

“I didn’t think Faith was lonely not with her purpose and faithfulness to the Father.” He says mockingly.

"Maybe I don't want to be Faith right now" Another sad sigh escapes her "Maybe, just for tonight I want to be Rachel Jessup again" Her voice is barely above a whisper, yet it still manages to entrance him.

Yea he always knew he was a dumbass, but hanging out with the enemy on Christmas? This was a whole 'nother level of stupidity. Yet he lowers his flame thrower anyways.

He grunts then says "Yeah sure alright chica, but you gotta have a beer." Unsure what else to do he picks up a can out of the snowbank next to him and thrusts it towards her.

She accepts and chugs most of it in one go. Sharky's unable to tear his eyes away from the sight, watching her throat move as she downs the beverage.

He clears his throat self consciously as a means of distraction, then turns back to his fire, turning the flame thrower back on. He’d managed to find some old Christmas trees, and had been looking forward to lighting them a blaze.

After turning up the music some and getting one of the trees in place he lights it and starts to dance and sing at the sight. He almost forgets about his surreal guest and is pleasantly startled when she joins in with him.

Once the flames from the tree die down, the woman next to him starts to walk back towards her snowmobile. He can’t really explain the sinking disappointment within him as he watches her walking away.

The feeling goes away quickly as she merely just opens up the seat compartment to grab something then closes it and walks back to him. The firestarter can’t help but smile and feel a sense of relief.

The large smile on her she’s wearing is so different from anything he’s seen on her face before. Usually her smiles are just another manipulation something used to get what she wanted. Now though the only reason for the toothy grin is to express her joy. She’s never looked more beautiful.

When she gets closer he realizes. She has a bunch of old wreaths in her arms, an expectant and giddy look on her face.

Placing them on the ground she grabs one and with a quick flick of the wrist she throws a wreath over the fire while his flames catch it in mid air, the flaming pine needles making a striking image as it falls amongst the rest of the fire.

“Nice!” she shouts while she claps her hands with excitement and walks over to him to grab another beer. She stays near him and begins to sing with the music, he joins in.

Sometime later the fire has died down, and all of their items have been burned. They contentedly stare and the remaining flames.

“This has been fun Charle--sorry Sharky.”

“Hah you know what? It really has. You should be Rachel more often.” The words leave his mouth mindlessly and abruptly bring the mood down.

Her face falls and she sadly but surely states "No one wants Rachel."

"I dunno, I like Rachel." he says bluntly, his hands fidgeting as he looks into her eyes.

The smile that graces her face is sweet but sad, the cheerfulness from earlier having evaporated. Those big eyes start to look glassy and one tear breaks loose slowly falling down her cheek.

Without thinking, which is something he’s always been good at, Sharky leans forward and wipes the tear with his thumb. He leaves his thumb there on her cheek while the rest of his fingers bend to cup her cheek.

Faith, no Rachel, sighs quietly and leans into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment.

They stay that way for a while, her eyes open again and they just stand there looking at each other.

Finally he leans in for the kiss, nerves have him sweatin' in the cold weather, it's been so long since he’s made a move on a chick let alone one of his greatest enemies. Her lips have that sweet acrid taste of bliss, his vision slightly tinged red and green with white sparkles from the drug that seems to be interlaced in her skin. And damn of it isn't festive, he thinks absently.

***

It feels good not to think of the Father or the Project or anything else really. She doesn't have to be the perfect Faith nor does she need to be constantly calculating her every move. Somehow this mess of a man with a penchant for burning things has her feeling completely safe and comfortable. There’s no fear or shame, Rachel nor Faith has never really felt this way before.

When Sharky’s chapped lips meet hers, for a brief moment they both hesitate, lips touching but still. Then she crushes into his further and the embrace becomes heated and sloppy. Her mouth opens for his tongue and his hands move, starting to explore her body.

A warm trickle of electricity runs down her spine at the spark of his touch. He moves his mouth to her neck and she can’t help but gasp.

“Lets...can we go inside?” she says a blush creeping to her cheeks. She can’t believe she’s going to break one of the Projects biggest rules, with one of the most notorious sinners of the county no less. The strangest thing though is it doesn't feel wrong at all, no it feels completely right.

Sharky breaks away from kissing her neck and looks at her with amazement and disbelief. “Uh yeah, sure of course. If you really want to?”

The uncertainty in his voice is endearing. She smiles at him and nods, then takes his hand and leads him inside.

Once out of the cold they begin to kiss again while simultaneously taking off their layers of clothing. Coats and outerwear being thrown about his trailer as they make their way back to his bedroom. Before taking his pants off he grabs a condom from his pocket and places it on the bed.

He’s the first one to get completely naked and Rachel can’t help but widen her eyes and smile at his length and girth.

A self conscious chuckle leaves him “I hope you like what ya see.”

All she can do is nod, and take her shirt off in reply. Her panties are the only article of clothing still on. She finds herself becoming unsure of herself. Finally she takes a deep breath and pushes back her nerves and doubts to wriggle out of them. Once bare and on complete display for him she closes her eyes and waits for his reaction.

The sharp exhale from him startles her due to his unexpected close proximity, as he’s moved closer to her. He reaches a hand up to cup her cheek again, waiting for her to open her eyes again. His blue eyes captivate her as he says “Damn girl, you are beautiful.”

Humming in reply she leans in to kiss him again, pushing him to sit on the bed while she does so. She straddles him and pushes him further to lay down underneath her.

Before she can do anything else he says “Oh fuck it” and quickly grabs her by her thighs picking her up to place her over his face.

She’s in shock for a brief moment before his warm tongue darts out to caress her folds. The loud moan that escapes her would be embarrassing if his ministrations didn't pick up making her forget everything but the man beneath her and the pleasure he was giving.

With fornication being forbidden, it has been so long since she's been touched in any such manner. And she had never had a sexual encounter like this. All the other men she had been with in the past were selfish and used her for their own pleasure. It's why giving sex up for the Project never felt like much of sacrifice.

This though, was something else entirely. The way he touches her like she’s a precious commodity and the look in his eye makes her feel special, irreplaceable, like she means more to him them simply what she can do for him.

The feeling acts like a drug making her more light headed then any amount of alcohol or Bliss could accomplish.

His tongue continues to circle and worship her clit, causing her hips to buck and thighs to shake. More moans and mews leave her mouth and intertwine with the lewd wet sounds of his tongue in her pussy.

When she feels like she can no longer take the pleasure he surprises her by sticking a finger inside causing her to scream as combination of his fingers and tongue take her past the edge and into a new kind of bliss.

At some point her hands had twisted into his hair by their own volition and she finally loosens her hold as she begins to come back down. She lifts herself off his face and slides down his body, purposefully leave a mark of her slickness on his chest.

He props himself on his elbows and smiles at her, happy to be covered in her.

With a bite of her lip she leans towards him with hooded lids and kisses him possessively, tasting her in his mouth. She reaches out then sheaths the condom on him. He groans as she settles on his lap and slowly takes him inside of her to the hilt.

A large hand cradles her head and causes a few strands to fall out of its braid. She decides to take a moment and undoes the intricate hairstyle, occasionally moving her hips to keep him hard inside of her.

Once loose, her hair falls across her shoulders and he smiles wider twirling pieces of her hair with his fingers.

His hips buck up into hers and cause her to gasp. Her hands land against his chest propping her up as she begins to ride him. Eventually they start to move together in unison their gasps and moans filling the air. As she come close to the edge all sense of rhythm is lost. He shifts his hips up into her, his thrusts hard and fast pushing her into yet another amazing orgasm. She can fill his release inside of her when she screams his name and she collapses onto him.

“Rachel.” He says with sense of awe, his hand moving from her hips to rub her back. “That was…” he says unable to think clearly enough to finish his sentence.

“Perfect.” she concludes for him.

“Uh huh.” He emphatically agrees.

They lay like that for awhile before making any sort of move to get up, both afraid to ruin the moment.

After cleaning up in the bathroom, she enters the room and looks at him unsure. Should she leave? Any other sexual experience she’s had the guy had no use or want for her afterwards.

The look on his face seems to share the same uncertainty. “You uh, don’t have to go you know. You can stay, with me, if you want” He tries to sound nonchalant at the question, trying to hide his volunerbility,

“Ok, I’d like that.” she says as she bites her lip and looks down. Before going to the bed she puts her underwear back on then goes to his dresser and throws on one of his shirts enjoying the smell of gasoline which will now always remind her of this surprisingly gentle man.

The bed budges under the pressure of her body as she climbs in and snuggles against him. His arms encircle her, his face leaning into her hair for a moment. She can hear him inhale the scent of it.

“Merry Christmas Rachel Jessup.”

“Merry Christmas Charlemeng Boshaw IV” she says with a smile and a happy sigh.

For the first time in so long, maybe ever, Rachel doesn't feel lonely. The warm feeling, the smell of gasoline and the accompanying man's arms wrapped around her pull her into a contented sleep.

***

Early the next morning the sensation of hair tickling his nose brings Sharky into wakefulness. For a second he's confused, his hazy mind having a hard time connecting why there's a woman in his bed. Soon he remembers his surreal encounter with the herald, no with Rachel.

A smile tugs at his lips, then widens to a full grin. Man it's been so long since he's woken up with a warm body in his arms. It feels so good.

His mood and hopes starts to fall as the small woman wrestles out of his embrace. She doesn't even look him in the eyes as she gets out of bed and starts to put her clothes back on in a rush.

"So what're you Faith again?"

There's no need for an answer once she finally looks at him with that same calculating smile of the Siren plastered on her face.

A light sigh escapes her sweet lips. "I have to go, the Father won't be happy if he finds out where I've been."

His hands bunch into fist and a flush of anger burns through him at the fear in her voice when she mentions that shirtless fucker.

Those sweet lips brush chastely against his when she comes back over to the bed, her hand softly smacking his cheek as she does so. The whole thing feels wrong compared to last night. A grunt passes from his lips in response. She only shakes her head, then leaves.

He always thought Faith had a certain power over him, but he was wrong. That power belonged completely to Rachel, not Faith.

Sharky lays back against the bed frame, his arms folded up behind his head. His eyes still fixed on the door the woman just left from. He can hear the sound of her snowmobile start up then drive away. Still, he can't help but smile at the events that took place despite the bitter ending.

The smile falls abruptly as he thinks about Rachel turning back into Faith. Now he has one more person to fight that damn stupid-ass cult for. He gets out of bed throwing on his coat and searching for his flame thrower. He needs to burn something. Now.