#note from management

[fazbearsecuritycrew]

happy happy tenth (10) birthday to a very special franchise! 🍕🎈🎤

The fact that it's been TEN years is mind-boggling?! Wow! Anyway, even though this AU is pretty much over (the final versions of the timeline and profiles are going to be completed soon), I wanted to wish it farewell with an anniversary piece featuring the poster boys of the blog.

This has been so incredible to be apart of, and even though I'm rarely ever active here anymore, FNAF will always hold a special place in my heart ❤️

Happy (Belated) 10th Birthday, Five Nights at Freddy's! ⭐

- Love, Management <3

[sassbot9000]

so I went through my ENTIRE queue tryna tag 70s spiner, 80s spiner, 90s spiner, 00s spiner, dilf spiner. I also tagged #tiddies where appropriate.

What I have noticed is that there are some posts that I've queued multiple times. Sometimes I decreased the number of repeats, but a lot of the time I let them stay bc I just think they're neat.

[willabee]

not supposed to be on the table but she looks so polite

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[shevr]

good news : i might try to draw some more again this month bad news? : its mostly from trying to 10+ years later join the Equestria Daily NATG so its really just gonna be horses. might not share it all

also as mentioned this is drawn after the very very good picture from this post

[moeblob]

Gavin mentally: wait... that doesn't add up........

[numbuh424]

@nearsbday : DAY 7 - "FIXATION"

Wanted to get something with my Death Note OC in before the party ends 👀 Lee works part-time as a forensic/criminal sketch artist and one day Near asks her to draw L.

She wanted to be a successor but never made the cut, so she doesn't understand why Near is so fixated on the previous L when he already is L.

[greensaplinggrace]

I feel like Light would actually not be that much better off if he'd ignored L tbh. Yeah, sometimes it's wiser to back down from a fight and fly under the radar, but that only really applies when your enemy does not have massive amounts of power, the ability to gain ground against you at an astronomical rate, the obsessive fixation of a man with nothing else to do and all the time in the world, and the dedication of someone whose entire life is the game. L is simply not the type of enemy you want to leave to his own devices.

[bumblingbabooshka]

Predation. [Patreon | Commissions]

[why-the-heck-not]

20.12.23, wednesday

My main hobby is just procrastinating in any way I can. The plan was to make a cup of coffee and then start working. What actually happened is that I watched a 3 part video series (by james hoffmann ofc) on Aeropress coffee and made a few cups with different variables. Still not sure if I found The Recipe for me, but it’s getting better (tho I don’t love the coffee beans I have)

[fazbearsecuritycrew]

rereading an old fic i posted to the blog here and sometimes i forget that MIKE was the one who was originally supposed to still be in high school, and jeremy was meant to be the adult

[werewolfetone]

The classic game beating each other as hard as possible with sticks REAL

[landwriter]

Talk about sandman WIPs you say? 👀 Your porn AU and San Francisco gays still live in my head rent freeeeeee ❤️

Pella! I'm glad Professional Fuckers lives rent free in your head because I definitely forgot it existed. In spite of this, I am somehow still confident I'll actually finish and post it one day. It's just so easy and refreshing to write a setting purely from experience. Still needs several more scenes but I know the whole shape of it.

I think there's a lot of really fun potential to be mined from indie porn in a rom-com sort of story: you have this professional physical intimacy that can mean absolutely nothing, an intimacy that is itself altered and shaped by the demands of performing for a camera, by the visual and literal language of any given shoot genre; but separately to that, there's this variable of the chemistry you have with them, as colleagues, as co-performers, and of course, though somehow least significantly, as people fucking. The chemistry that plays out on screen does not always track onto the chemistry you feel with someone. So there's this, I think, super funny territory you can get into, where you've just fucked someone, and the prescient question of did we make something good and the vain little one of was I good, did you like that are entirely separate. But imagine the urge to ask when you're doing something you've never done before.

Imagine, too, nursing a crush on somebody and still not being sure if they like you like you in spite of fucking them in shoots all afternoon and pretending to be in a relationship for half of those. Imagine doing all this demanding, intimate work with a near-stranger, and then making friendly small talk after because outside of this work you hardly know each other. Imagine feeling like there's something there, beneath all the performance, and the commingled horror of crossing professional boundaries--of finding out your co-performer is just so good that they sold the story you were telling together to you too, without meaning any of it--and the desire to find out how good it could be with the cameras off. No awkward blocking, no performing, no story, nothing: an entirely novel, unprofessional, and maybe even more intimidating kind of fucking altogether.

That's what this setting is all about. In the spirit of that, have a mildly NSFT scene ft. Dream sucking cock for the first time while on a shoot, and Hob making a suggestion after.

[ask me anything]

“Dream,” says Hob. “Dream, please, I’m gonna cum, oh, fuck.”

He looks up at Hob, jaw afire, and Hob swears and twitches and comes in his mouth. Dream swallows it without thinking of making a show of it, just swallows and swallows and pulls off, panting. He doesn’t realize how swollen his lips are until Hob traces them with a warm thumb, and murmurs, wow, so low it’s surely not for the cameras, more a breath than a word.

“Was I good?” he asks. His voice is fucked out and low and Hob laughs breathlessly as he tucks himself in.

“Yeah. Yeah, shit, you were good, baby. So good for me.” He looks down at Dream with undisguised lust. “M’gonna want this all the time now.”

Dream doesn’t know what to say, so he just stares up at Hob, until Hob smiles and shifts to sit up. “Great,” he says, in a normal tone, the scene sloughing off him. “Happy with that?”

“Was it enough time?” Dream asks.

“Oh, yeah. We’re probably at thirteen, fourteen minutes. I know you only wanted ten but I didn’t want to tread on perfectly good footage and say something.”

Dream can’t conceal his surprise that it’s been so long already. Hob takes it as skepticism and laughs. “No, you can check, but I’m like a fucking egg timer. It’s my party trick on shoots.” He stands and goes over to his camera, squinting at the display. “Yes! Thirteen twenty-nine,” he announces triumphantly, and turns it off. “Right,” he says, all business when he turns back to Dream. “Water and onto the next?”

Dream, still kneeling, awkwardly stands. “Yes,” he says, and clears his throat when it comes out rough. “Yeah, sure.”

Was I good? Truly? Hob is so good at inhabiting someone else that Dream isn’t sure. He would cover it up well if it was bad. “That’ll sell well,” he says, as neutrally as he can.

Hob takes the bait and grins at him. “Oh, definitely. That was perfect. You were great.” Then he takes in Dream and frowns. “Hey, do you want to, ah?”

Dream realizes he’s still painfully hard. Hob is grimacing down at his tented jeans. The moment of satisfaction is popped like a soap bubble. He adjusts himself, feeling his face heat. “Sorry,” he mutters.

“Oh, fuck, don’t be sorry. Always good to know I’m not repulsive. I meant, do you want to deal with it now since you didn’t come?”

Dream glances toward the guest bedroom, unable to believe Hob is actually propositioning him. Unable to believe the yes that offers itself at once. Hob continues. “My facial shoot, later? Could just switch things around and get it done now if you’re ready to go.”

“Of course,” says Dream, magnanimously. Of course that’s what Hob meant.

[ai-the-broccoli]

enemies to lovers / but you'll never own my heart

@luzon-dove happy birthday, Quinn!! As a present, I decided to draw a piece fanart of your "blood in the walls of the yagami house" AU fic series, since I found it very well-written and full of super interesting ideas and concepts. I hope you like it!

[byfulcrums]

padmé, who most likely grew up with other people doing the cooking for her, probably knows how to make more simple stuff. she can make a nice plate of spaghetti or even ravioli: however, she once managed to find a way to burn ice in a pan, melting the plastic handle, so she's not allowed in the kitchen anymore. she's really good at dessert, though; which is funny, because she likes to eat savory stuff more

meanwhile anakin is a Master Chef. loves to cook, loves to eat, and most importantly loves his wife. what i'm saying is that he's always making 5 star meals for padmé. he wasn't very good at cooking at first, not for a lack of experience but rather because as a slave, he always had to ration his food, and for the longest time he just wasn't sure what amount of everything he should use. he LOVES to eat dessert, but is physically unable to make it. he's perfected the salt and spices and other condiments but sugar? sugar? well just don't ever ask him to make anything sweet

[rradical]

my one and only sad contribution to transformers one