#small note from funtime here:

[ask-crests-gang]

HIHIHIHI!!!

Cross my bookie... Why'd you join the gang brotha? Have you been exposed to the skibidi rizzlers...?😢

somebody may need to help him out here ^^" (also, hihihi!!) -Mod Funtime

[springlock-suits]

Nonbinary William Afton rambles which I'm now making their own post 👉😎👉

The idea mostly comes from Springbonnie! Often referred to in the fandom as William Afton's fursona, it's at the very least undeniable William enjoys and has a strong connection to the character

This is mostly seen and backed up by the novels! I've added pics of the graphic novel for ease. But in one scene he literally can't talk when confronted until he has the Springbonnie mask back on

As William opened the restaurant with Henry and played and wore Springbonnie back in Fredbear's Family Diner, it's safe to assume he had strong influence on the character

Now for the important part, Springbonnie is nonbinary, or some variation, as seen in a fnaf world loading screen!

Now this could of course just be seen as Scott making a small comment due to how much fans would debate characters genders in this era of fnaf. But it's seen rather fondly by Springbonnie fans, who take it to mean good ol springy is nonbinary, and doesn't care about gender, or uses it/its pronouns. Fnaf World is also Springbonnie's first and currently only 3D appearance to actually appear in games

There's also the Sister Location animatronics! Who we know William had a major part in creating and designing, which of course includes Funtime Foxy in the roster, who canonically goes by he/she pronouns! So at the very least William is supportive. I personally enjoy seeing Funtime Foxy as a projection of William, due to their similar theatrical personalities, and enjoying preforming

Edit: Funtime Foxy has had They/Them pronouns added as well from Help Wanted 2!

(And as Mangle, he/she, when fixed is also known "Funtime Foxy" instead of Toy Foxy, it's possible William had some type of influence there)

(Additionally, while I dont have the time to look through and confirm it right now, I do believe Lolbit uses they/them)

It honestly mostly boils down to the fact most animatronics with multiple sets of pronouns have some (usually major) connection to William!

And, fun fact, though I personally don't take it as 100% canon, Youtooz refers to Springtrap with they/them pronouns in the figure description! Edit: The Springtrap plushie is referred to with they/it pronouns by Youtooz! This is a consistent decision!

I checked around some other Youtooz fnaf items just in case, and I can confirm not all get the they/them treatment. Glamrock Freddy, for example, is very consistently he/him across all items

Purple Guy items feature a very short description, such as "The Purple Guy" and "William Afton" and thus pronouns like we are looking for are not present, and Glitchtrap, if counts here, has they and he/they descriptions

And for a more fun/silly reason, you can color pick 2 of his sprites to make the nonbinary flag, Springbonnie is nonbinary flag colored too

If anyone has any more additions or notes to this, I'd love the hear them!

[minimomoe]

Love Bites

Baker Fem Reader x Toji Fushiguro (mafia au)

word ct: 15.1k, 11 Chapters

tags: Fluff, grumpy x sunshine, found family, a little angsty but nothing too bad, marriage proposal, established relationship, (last chapter only: kitchen sex, creampie, oral- fem receiving, other sexxy funtime stuff)

Chapter Seven: Eggnog

You were restless for weeks. You barely ate, you shut down the bakery, you basically lived in the hospital until a nurse forced you to go home and take care of yourself instead of wiping yourself down in the bathroom. You couldn’t bear to be away from your brother for too long, and his condition showed no improvement. 

You ignore all outside communication, leaving your phone absentmindedly at home or shut off in your bag to focus all your attention on your brother, as if there is something you can do for him besides pacing and sleeping beside him. You sleep next to your brother in the chair you brought to his side, holding his hand while you drift in and out of consciousness, a paperback book getting crumpled in the sheets since you fell asleep while reading to him. A nurse gently wakes you up, telling you that you have to wake up. Bleary eyed and body aching, you peel your eyes open and meet the nurse's softening gaze. 

“What time is it?” You ask hoarsely. Your throat felt as though it was made of sandpaper and you were sure you looked as bad as you felt.

“It’s almost 10PM. You can’t stay here, hun. Go home, take a bath, sleep in a real bed, do the whole work.” 

“I can’t lea–”

“Yes, you can, and you will,” the nurse says firmly. “You do your brother no good if you don’t actually take care of yourself.” 

You bit your lip in response. The nurse was right and there was nothing she could do to deny it. You give the older woman a small nod, pulling your limbs close to your body and leaning back into the chair. Your bones cracked loudly, releasing the tension that has built up in them over the hours. You got your book off the bed and looked down at your brother one last time. His breathing was fogging up the oxygen mask attached but that was the only thing that changed. He hasn’t shown any improvement since the last time he couldn’t get enough air into his lungs. Anxiety seizes your heart when you think of that day again, but you quickly shake it out of your mind. You bend down to press a kiss into his temple and rush out of the room. The faster you could get home,  the faster you could go to sleep, and the faster you could come back to him. 

You weren't even sure how you got home but before you knew it, you pulled into your driveway. You looked at your home with wide eyes, almost as if you parked in front of the wrong house. You knew how you left your house before. Your walkway needed to be shoveled, your windows needed to be cleaned, there was a part of your roof that shingles had fallen from and you swore you would get around to it soon. All these mental notes you had tacked in your head were already taken care of. The windows at the front of the house have a soft glow coming from inside, and you cautiously get out of your car and walk into your house. 

Toji awaits you inside of your kitchen. He leans against your countertop, watching the bubbling pot of soup in front of him. He took a recipe from Nanami because he saw how his girlfriend would rave about his meals anytime he cooked. It was simple enough, and he wished that you would eat more. He knows that Ezra’s condition hasn’t changed, but he keeps missing the chance to catch you and try to relieve some of the stress. The phone calls you shared together became less and less frequent, and he could feel you slipping between his fingers. The floor creaks below your feet and Toji whips around, his hand immediately going to his hip. 

“It’s just me,” you raise your hand up. Toji visibly relaxes and strides over to you. He wraps his arms around you, enveloping you in his body and you just sigh. You don’t hug him back, not because you don't want to, but because his grip is so tight your arms are pinned to your sides. 

“How are you? Did you just come from the hospital? What happened to your phone?”

“My phone? Oh, my phone,” you muffle into his chest. “My phone is in my bag. It may be dead, I think. Sorry.”

Toji presses a kiss on the top of your head. He lifts your chin, his other arm still wrapped around you like a vice, and grazes your lips with his own. He kisses you once, then twice, deepening the kiss the second time around. Toji holds your face gently, swiping his thumb over your cheek and he could feel you deflating in his arms. He breaks the kiss to give you one last peck on the round of your nose, then holds you tight in a hug again. You stood like that for a while listening to the faint bubbling on the stove and the night owls hooting outside of the windows. 

“How is he?”

“Same as yesterday. And the day before,” you whisper. 

“He’s gonna wake up, I can feel it.”

“How’s Megumi?” You ask, switching the topic and slipping out of Toji’s embrace. You take a peek into the pot. “What are you making?”

“Egg drop soup. As for Megumi, he's doing fine. They have a science fair coming up. Asked me if you could help him.”

“He did?”

Toji leans back into the counter again and watches your back. “Yeah. He figures since you bake you'd be a good chemist too. He misses you, you know. All the kids do.”

“Oh they just miss the food I bring them. Speaking of, I made eggnog and snowmen cookies for you to take to them,” you wave her hand. You watch the soup simmer, inviting the heat to cover your face. 

“No they miss you ,” Toji restates. “We all do.”

Suddenly the smell of eggs was nauseating to you. You snap her head back up and turn around. “I’m not really hungry,” you mutter. 

“Do you not like the soup? Do you want me to make something else? Order something in?”

“Everywhere is close. I just want to sleep.”

“Can you at least–”

“Toji,” you say, weighing your words carefully. “I think you should leave.”

Suddenly the heat from the stove was too much. All the water evaporated from the air making it hard to breath for the both of you. You looks everywhere but Toji as he crosses his arms over his chest. 

“You can’t keep doing this.”

“I just want to–”

“You’ve been avoiding me for weeks.”

“It’s not you. I just need… I don’t know. I’m very tired.” Tears start to brim around your eyes and your shoulders drop. “I’m sorry. I miss everybody too. I miss you. I’m just tired.” The dam that was barely holding together breaks and your body shakes from crying. Toji stands there helplessly as you take a step back when he tries to approach you. “ I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. Nobody’s mad at you for having a rough time,” Toji sighs. “But you can’t push me away. I want to help you.” 

You sniffle and nod. “I don’t want you to leave, not really. I was just overwhelmed for a second.” You finally give in and walk into his arms, which he wraps around you immediately.

“I know, baby, I know. I wasn’t going to leave,” he coos, holding your head against his chest. “It’s gonna take a lot more than that to get rid of me.”

You release a breathy chuckle. You pull your head back and frown at the tear and snot stains you got on his shirt. “Sorry,” you mumble once again. 

“Stop it. You’ve made bigger messes before on my fa–,” he begins to say cheekily, but you quickly cover his mouth with his hands as your ears flame. You turn around to glance back at the pot.

“I’d like to taste the food you made for me.”

“Really?” He muffles behind your hands, then licks them until you laugh and puts them down. 

“Mhmm. I can try your soup and you can try my homemade eggnog… or do you think that’s too much egg?”

“Who’s going to stop us?”

“Good. That’s good,” you nod, a wide smile finally forming on your lips. You felt like you hadn't done that in ages. “And tell Megumi I’d love to help him.”

Chapters: I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI.

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[cyberrose2001]

It's me again, comin at you with a request for part 2 of the shy!reader x TFP OP!

Reader and OP get a little closer. And she's super surprised (read: secretly pleased) to find out that funtime activities are still VERY possible, even with a giant robot boyfriend. 👀

I'd love to read their first time together, including some elements of voice/praise kinks (andmaybesomegrowling??). Because girl that deep voice tho??? 👀👌

TFP Optimus x shy!fem!reader

Here is some pure unadulterated sex from the sex god himself! Enjoy!! <3

This is part two for another request -> Read here! (note you don't need to read it to understand, this is just pure smut LOL)

Warnings: First time sex, praise kink, literally just smut.

Word count: 1970

18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Some time had passed since Optimus noticed your appreciation for cleanliness and the upkeeping of the base. The shower of his compliments never ceased that day, only growing stronger until Optimus practically never left your side.

“I have never been so sure in my life, my flower.”

It was short and sweet when he finally confessed to you, taking you out to his favourite stargazing spot out of reach from the base and any light pollution. You, of course, gladly accepted his request for you to be his girlfriend or conjunx, as he calls it, which you promptly cried at when he used it on you the first time.

“Alright, do you, uh, wanna take the lead?”

Even now, sitting cross-legged on his berth built for a giant, you still can’t believe you ever had a chance with the Prime. His cerulean optics gazing over your tiny, slightly trembling body. He’s kneeling before you, large servos firmly placed on your knees tracing small delicate circles over your heated skin.

“I suppose I should,” Optimus breathes out, intake slightly agape. The room's temperature is chilly, making the air floating past his dermas form small clouds, “After all, this is all about you.”

You gulp, glancing down towards the bowed-out plating of his interfacing array, once remembering Optimus mentioning how vastly similar humans and Cybertronians were in the downstairs department. Your mech was huge, and if he’s right, that means his dick was proportionate. Optimus, of course, notices your hesitancy.

He chuckles, face plate crinkling at the out corners of his optics. He gently rubs your knees again, “There is no need to be nervous. I will do everything I can not to cause you any harm.”

“But Optimus, you must be… huge,” You counter, “How will you be able to-“

Before your very eyes, your giant lover shrunk down to a quarter of his size. Your mouth pops open in utter shock at the fact that Cybertronians could convert their sizes. Optimus’ helm is just two heads taller than you are; still, he’s the height of an NBA player now, which is still much larger than the average human.

“Mass conversion,” Optimus leans closer to your face, just inches away from your soft lips (which he has been eyeing off this whole time), “It’s quite helpful, especially for the activities we are about to engage in.”

He brings a digit from your knee to your chin to shut your still-agape mouth before he gently cups it and closes the rest of the distance to your lips. Dermas and lips softly crashing into each other. You gasp softly, feeling his glossa prodding against your lip. Not hesitating, you widen your mouth so he can slip it in to explore further.

The taste is foreign and metallic but surprisingly warm, and it becomes overwhelming to your senses as his glossa swirls around your tongue in a lewd dance. You exhale deeply against the smooth surface of his faceplate, pressing your lips against him to further deepen the kiss. He hums, which ricochets against your tongue and vibrates your skull mind-numbingly.

During the lustful making out, Optimus gently pushes your still-covered self onto the berth below. He had been so kind to organise soft blankets for you to lie against, ever so self-conscious about your comfort. Soft, warm and inviting, like his gentle smile against your lips.

He’s completely encompassing you now, strong arms held against your back in a gentle cradle. He pushes his hips between yours to keep them open, your legs on either side of his gorgeous waist. As much as you’d love to prolong the kiss as much as possible, you need air, so you release from him with an audible click.

Optimus now has the opportunity to observe you laid out before him, leaning back onto his pedes. He takes his time, dragging his servos from your back to your stomach, still covered. He thumbs the hem of your shirt in a silent plea to strip it off you. You notice and give him a gentle nod and manoeuvre your arms above your head. Optimus grips the shirt and gracefully pulls it over your head, tossing it somewhere on the floor, and he nearly chokes at the sight.

Plump breasts sit perfectly inside a lacy bra, and it’s taking every ounce of strength inside Optimus not to pounce on them immediately. Instead, he trails his servos across them, relishing the texture of the bra and the soft skin spilling over it. You shiver against his touch, bring your hand up to the servos resting on your chest and aid him in pulling down the bra.

One would say Optimus has a lot of self-restraint, but with your tits now exposed to him, he’s having a hard time wrangling his desire. Gently, he presses his palms into both your breasts, vents hitching. You give him a soft moan, letting him know it feels good.

“Oh, my,” Optimus sighs. He then leans down to give your jawline kisses, trailing them down to your neck, “You have been hiding these from me for too long.”

You whine as he rolls your nipples around his thumb and pointer finger, at the same time sucking the flesh of your neck. Grasping onto his helm, you feel him dipping lower until his dermas meet the most sensitive part of your breasts. He glances up at your face, taking in every little detail of your flustered expression, then slips a bud into his intake.

You cry out and arch your back into him. His glossa swirls and flicks, creating patterns and painting your skin with oral lubricant. It feels so fucking good, and when you think he couldn’t relish your nipple more, he wraps his lips around the entirety of it and gently suckles.

“Oohhhh, Optimus….” You sigh, pushing his helm into your chest further. And when you look down, the sight of your tit squished against his face with closed optics in an expression of contentment elevates your pleasure. Optimus purrs against your skin, his hips slowly beginning to rock against your parted legs—clothed flesh meeting with hardened metal causing you to bite back a moan.

Optimus unlatches from your hardened nipple and sits back on his knees, a servo splayed against your chest, “Wonderful, you are. May I suggest moving along further?”

“What do you have in mind?” You murmur, propping yourself onto your elbows. You watch with bated breath as his servo travels down to the seam of your pants and tucks his digits inside, edging them down your waist until you get the idea that he wants them off. You comply, lifting your hips, allowing him to pull your pants down to your ankles and toss them off you.

“I’d like to taste you.” Optimus rasps out, leaning his helm down to press open-mouthed kisses to your lower stomach. He glances back up at you, “If that is acceptable to you.”

You choke for what would be the second time tonight. The mere thought of Optimus eating you out makes your stomach lurch in excitement, “Ye- I mean, yes… please.”

He hums before proceeding with his open-mouthed kisses down to your now-exposed pussy. You’re unsure what he would think about it, whether or not he has ever seen such a sensitive part of a body or the Cybertronian equivalent. But your self-consciousness is launched out of the hab-suite as Optimus parts your lower lips and delves his glossa into your flower, and your whole body jolts.

“Oh fuck-“ You tilt your head and whimper as he laps at your folds, soft wet noises fill the room. He moves his glossa to your nub and flicks at it, and you can feel yourself dissolving into the berth as he wraps his dermas around it and administers a gentle suction.

“Mmmh, you taste divine,” Optimus coos against your heat and dips a servo between his legs out of view, and you can hear a gentle click. He moans against your clit again, “So warm, soft as silk.”

“Optimus, please.” You beg, reaching a shaky hand down to grasp his audial fins, “I need…”

He makes eye contact with you, his dermas break away from your clit, and he is absolutely drenched in your juices, “I believe I feel the same way,” He licks his dermas and sits upright once again, pulling your hips closer to his, “Are you comfortable?”

You take one glance at the thick spike that is now resting heavily against your hole. He’s enormous and already leaking pre-cum. You swallow hard and give him an answer, “Very.”

Optimus shivers and lines himself up, pushing your thighs up and leaning over you to give himself more leverage, “Please, let me know if it gets too much,”

You nod, trusting him with every inch of your sweat-covered body. And brace yourself as he sinks into you at an agonisingly slow rate, and you choke. Your walls clench onto him, practically sucking his spike in further. Crying out, you bury your head into his shoulder as he hilts himself inside you.

“Primus, look at you,” Optimus grunts, spike throbbing with such intensity as he brings a servo to cup your cheek, “Taking me so well.”

He remains in place for a few sweet moments before giving you an experimental roll of his hips, and you’re already gagging for it. You see stars behind your closed lids as he sets a heady pace, hips juddering against yours as he presses his dermas to your lips to choke back his own noises.

“Mhmmmh, Optimus,” You mewl, pulling away from the kiss. Faces remaining so close you’re breathing in his own ex-vents, “Feel s-so good, fuck.”

He tilts his helm closer to your ear, “My name sounds delightful from your lips,” He growls, hips snapping into yours as he nibbles on your earlobe, “You make me feel, hggnf, incredible.”

You keen at his words, fingernails scraping into his back plating as he ploughs himself into you. An unrelenting force builds upon your own as your stomach twists in knots. It’s overwhelming, and you struggle to mutter out a single word, your mind dizzy and your vision hazy.

“That’s it,” Optimus is trembling, reduced to low groans and strangled noises, “You’re nearly there. You’re doing so well.”

And that’s all you need to hear before the knot in your stomach explodes and sends fire trails through every inch of your trembling body. Your walls strangle his spike, causing Optimus to gasp harshly. He only gave you a few more rough thrusts before shoving his hips into you as far as he could, and like a tight spring coil being released, he spills himself hard inside you. His spike throbs intensely as he leans most of his body weight onto you, pressing his face into your neck. He curses and murmurs your name, voice laden with static as he dissolves into his overload.

You lay there for what seems like an eternity, but realistically only for a minute or two. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull the remainder of his weight onto you, and Optimus carries no hesitancy in doing so, collapsing against you. His vents are ragged and feel cool on your hot, sheen skin.

Optimus lets out a deep sigh, lazily pressing a kiss to your neck, “I am very proud of you,” He says raspily, and god, his voice is like a massage to your ears, “You were wonderful.”

You smile warmly, tenderly stroking one of his audial fins, “I should thank you, you’re the one who did all the work.”

He chuckles, sending goosebumps across your skin, “It was the only appropriate way to give my thanks for all your hard work, my flower.”

[dianasaurusrex102]

Maybe it gets better (I could wait it would be my pleasure) Pt. 2.5

Authors Note and CW’s under the cut :D

Author’s note: Didn’t want to keep y’all waiting for too terribly long so here’s a little Drabble that takes place between chapter 1 and 2!! Actively working on the 3rd chapter so please stay tuned, and even though I may disappear I’ll always come back with updates/answers for questions lol

Content Warning(s): NSFW content, female reader and anatomy, the usually insane amount of pet names, this is basically just aftercare and character building

_

You leaned against the communal kitchen counter via Ballora’s request, your eyes stuck on the dirty tile in front of you as you tried to quell your nerves. 

The distinct hum and fizzle of the electric kettle echoed off the walls- yet your mind was more focused on other things.

”Perfect, just perfect.” Ballora cooed with great enthusiasm from her position behind you, just out of sight. Despite this, her presence was never forgotten as she firmly massaged the backs of your thighs.

”And here I thought I was the pervert for offering to clean her up the first time.” Funtime Foxy said with a sharp smile, imposing his presence beside you with long nails scratching at your scalp.

”You are a pervert Foxy, I’m just helping calm her body down after you boys were too rough with her. And need I remind you that some of us can’t see? I need to be a little handsy to know what I’m doing.”

”A sound argument indeed, but I wouldn’t think you need to grope her ass for this long just to find her panties”

“Just goes to show us girls do everything better, you wouldn’t know proper foreplay if it hit you in the face.”

“Foreplay? I thought this was cleaning her up-“

”Guys?” Your weathered voice had a subliminal whine for them to stop their bickering. The strain of being bent over on your tippy toes after a night of unspeakable actions showing itself with the subtle spasm of your muscles.

”Right. Sorry Honey.” Ballora apologized smoothly. “Foxy, a towel please?” Her fingers dragged your underwear down to where your pants were already pooled uselessly with all the casualness in the world. 

The grossness of being half naked on the counter of a communal kitchen wasn’t lost on you, you were sober enough to experience a little shame over your indecent position yet too exhausted to deny your animatronic companions their offer to get their hands on you again.

Foxy hummed in response but didn’t make an outwardly effort to move, staying in his casual slouch for a couple seconds before exaggeratedly rolling his eyes.

”Foxy stop being sassy, get the towels or get out” Foxy managed to look even more unimpressed at Ballora’s ultimatum,

“Someone’s in a mood” He reached for one of the gray microfiber towels beside him, passing it to Ballora’s beckoning hand. 

“We’re in a time crunch, Freddy can’t keep Baby distracted forever.” Ballora huffed, “Not to mention that the morning technicians will be clocking in soon.” Foxy seemed to only be half listening to her monologue, slotting into his previous position; only now he gently herded your left arm to wrap around his torso in a loose half hug.

”45 minutes is enough time to sneak Y/N out, I promise no one will touch your precious princess” Foxy joked in an effort to lighten the mood, knowing exactly what to say to quell Ballora’s nerves. You let out a small squeak at the feeling of dry, bordering on rough towel gingerly touching your sensitive folds, subconsciously making you  slot your head as closer to Foxy and tightening your grip on him.

”I know it feels weird Y/N, just stay relaxed honey, it’ll be over soon.” Ballora soothed, scrunching the now damp towel in a scooping motion.

”I- can just do this myself-“ You gritted out as your cheeks warmed up with embarrassment. This seemed like an unnecessary job that Ballora didn’t really have to do, not to mention the fact that the act of getting cleaned up was considerably less smutty than what you imagined.

“Absolutely not, aftercare is a necessary step after sex.” Ballora said, “I’d be going against my programming if I just let you walk out like this. You’d be uncomfortable and leaking all over the place. Not that that would be your fault dear, I’m more inclined to blame Foxy for your current state”

”Hey! I followed through with aftercare programming, this is all Freddy’s doing.” Foxy protested, returning to his task of petting your head as you nuzzled impossibly closer to his warmth.

“Then why, pray tell, am I cleaning up strawberry and cola scented lubricant?”

”The supply closet only had so many rags, if I used them all then we’d raise some alarms.”

”Sounds like you just wanted to mark your territory.” Ballora huffed an annoyed breath, you were about to make another complaint for them to not start an argument before Ballora made a seemingly purposeful roll on your clit. 

Your body reacted immediately, curling away from her touch while your left foot kicked back involuntarily. 

“Sorry!” Your apology was immediate, internally cursing your body for acting without your input.

”It’s all right Y/N, I thought some stimulation would calm your body down but it seems you’re a bit more spent than I realized.” Ballora calmly explained while her free hand traced down to knead at your calf, staying there for a minute before raising up to your back. “Okay princess we’re almost done, I’m going to need you to bear down for me.”

Bear down? You were momentarily confused by her words before you remembered that the majority of the… mess was indeed inside of you.

“Guuuuh-“ Was the only response you could manage as most of you brain power was being used to fight the humiliation building up in your throat. You guessed that this was a part of your sexual education, the art of being comfortable with the less attractive parts of sex. 

Ballora’s hand on your back gave an encouraging push down to urge you to follow her orders, your muscles clenched in a desperate attempt to get this over with as soon as possible. 

“Hey it could be worse!” Foxy piped up, he playfully extended a foot to nudge at Ballora’s knee. “You could have an animatronic that can actually see, which was actually my first idea but emotional support suits me well.”

”Don’t go inflating your ego too much Foxy, then there’d be no space for the rest of us.” Came Ballora’s witty response, tone airing closer to teasing than actual annoyance.

”And- There-“ Ballora enunciated, punctuating each word with a firm wipe of the towel. “We- Go! Perfectly clean, no thanks to Funtime Foxy.”

”Let’s see you try to find the towels next time you blind bat.” Despite the biting tone of his comeback Foxy accepted the thoroughly soiled towel when Ballora  handed it to him. He gave your head one last pat with his free hand before going to dispose of the health hazard.

You eased yourself off your toes, giving a tired laugh when Ballora leaned in to press a warm kiss to your thigh. Standing up straighter, you picked up your discarded undergarments with as much grace as you could muster; And as if to sound the end of your hazing-but-not-hazing-ritual, the kettle gave a sharp beep to signify the water was done boiling.

”Water’s ready, shame this night couldn’t have stretched on just a little longer” Ballora murmured.

[littleclownopinions]

Why the Funtime Animatronics are terrifying

Content Warning: Mentions of child murder

My last post was a design analysis of Ballora in which I talked about all the reasons I find her so haunting. I had a lot of fun writing it and so I thought, why not do it for the rest of the Funtimes? Although I will be mentioning her, I wont be going into much detail, so if you want to check out the full post you can do so here. Otherwise, I want to take a look at each animatronic, going over their aesthetic design as well as their blueprints, voice lines and gameplay mechanics to explain why I love them and maybe share some theories too. I will be annotating the blueprints as I understand the small text could be hard to read. So, without further ado, let's get into it!

Funtime Foxy

"A performance was demanded of me, and now I have delivered! Encore!"

Keeping in mind the whole Circus theme, I think Foxy most closely resembles a Ringmaster. The shape of his torso, the red in his bowtie and the loud booming voice we hear in UCN sells that for me. I think my favourite thing about this iteration of Foxy is how alive he looks. It's not everyday we get a Foxy that is so shiny and new! Now, Funtime Foxy's blueprints are pretty easy to understand but there are two interesting things to note. The first is that section D directs the reader to "Circus Baby dir07" meaning the remote activation of his floor anchor is controlled by her. The second is his size, he is the shortest and the lightest of the four. All in all, Funtime Foxy isn't the most intimidating of the bunch, I'd say despite the sharp teeth he actually looks quite cute and friendly. However, there's a reason for that. Funtime Foxy wasn't made to kill, he was made to lure. He, like Ballora, was created to help keep guests entertained to distract them away from Funtime Freddy and/or Circus Baby, the two animatronics big enough to store the bodies of the victims, the two designed to kill. Although Funtime Foxy doesn't speak in SL, his UCN voice lines all relate to him performing. His UCN gameplay also sees the player keeping track of showtime, the player being jump scared if they aren't watching his stage once the time ticks over. Again, Funtime Foxy is an entertainer, luring guests to his stage to keep attention away from Circus Baby and Funtime Freddy when their.. other services are needed.

Funtime Freddy

"Bon-Bon, Say hi to our friends!"

Again with the Circus theme, I think Funtime Freddy resembles a Magician. He has the black bowtie, the top hat and he even has a little bunny friend, Bon-Bon! Although, I don't think Freddy can pull him out of his hat.. Honestly, I think he is kind of adorable, especially with his little hand puppet Bon-Bon at his side, but his blueprints are where things start to get more ominous. Ignoring the glaringly obvious child body inside Freddy's stomach, each section gives us something pretty intriguing. Bon-Bon allows him to essentially have eyes on the back of his head, while he himself can mimic voices and keep track of how close his victim is. As mentioned above, I think Funtime Freddy is one of the two killer animatronics, alongside Circus Baby. However, Funtime Freddy raises some questions. Why is he significantly smaller than Circus Baby? Does he have the same claw inside his stomach? Well, I believe that he probably does have the same claw, but because he doesn't need space for the internal ice cream dispenser or the air hose attachment like Circus Baby has, he has no need to be as big. Afterall, he has Bon-Bon and his voice mimicking feature to lure kids in! If you yourself have a different theory, please feel free to let me know!

Circus Baby

"You won't die, but you'll wish you could."

Everybody's favourite little (huge) Jester, Circus Baby, isn't really one that needs much explanation from me. We all know what she looks like and we all know what she's capable of. Despite her blueprints wanting you to believe she is totally innocent, her voice lines and minigame tell us a different story. What I want to explore is why she was designed to look like a Jester. For those who aren't aware, Jester's privilege is the ability and right of a Jester to talk and mock freely without being punished. In a way, Jesters were free to question and mock the King because of this privilege. We know Circus Baby was modelled after Elizabeth Afton, but maybe she was also designed as a Jester to signify Elizabeth's place beside her father, William Afton, and how she would often disobey (question/mock) her father's orders, the way she did when Circus Baby killed her. Her being the tallest, most powerful animatronic and having remote control over functions inside Funtime Foxy and Ballora also serves to remind us how important she is. Just food for thought. Anyway, I love Circus Baby because I think her lore is incredibly interesting, but I also simply love her design. She was so unlike anything we'd ever seen before in the franchise and she really breathed new life into the story.

Overall, I think the Funtimes are really fascinating because they were so unlike anything that came before them. The idea of Circus Baby's Pizza World was so different and this was the first time we saw animatronics that were undeniably created for the purpose of killing. By the time of Pizzeria Simulator we also found out about the scooper being used to experiment with Remnant. Sister Location is, to this day, one of my favourite FNAF games and I will never forget the feeling I got watching the opening cutscene, seeing the secret ending to Circus Baby's minigame or even seeing Ennard through the Scooping Room window. I am really excited to see what comes from the upcoming release of Five Nights at Freddy's: Help Wanted 2 and I can't wait to write more design analysis posts and theories of some of my other favourites from across the franchise!

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No one has particularly asked but in my redesigns for the animatronics I tried to make them as similar as I could to real life chuck e cheese animatronics, while being able to keep the story as is.

My original sketches had notes that were removed so I could put animatronics on one page, but I'll share some here;

Freddy, being the first one I designed, had the concept of the endoskeleton (or rather "mech" as I will call it now) on his page.

In this regard the fnaf one and two animatronics are actually very nearly accurate. The head is actually a bit bigger usually in real life, presumably to give the audience an easier time seeing their facial expressions. A hitch is that the mechs don't actually have teeth. I mean, like, why would they? The fnaf animatronics don't even need them they are just for extra spooky factor, I guess.

Also, animatronics like the older chuck e cheese ones are air pressured, not electric. This is less common today but was most likely a budget thing along with it possibly being easier to work with?

Since I couldn't think of a way they'd be able to move in such complex ways with just air pressure, I decided that I can allow the fact that Henry and Afton most likely found a way to combine the two in a way that would make it cheaper and easier while allowing them to make more complex shows.

The face is extremely simple, and even with the fnaf animatronics having more expression with their eyebrows and a second pair of eyelids for the bottom of their eyes, I think this is something air pressure could handle. The teeth were replaced with the standard jaw movement piece, which would be hidden by a mouth plate in the back of the mouth (no extra teeth required).

Realistically, these would have to be charged often. My solution would be that they can be charged while stationary on thr stage, whether that's from plugging them in (something a tech would have to do in-between shows), or if the stage floor has some wireless charging built into it, though that's probably pushing it for the 80s.

The arms and legs are complex, seeing as they are shown doing rather simple things for their performances but able to move them in many more different directions. And their legs. Need I mention more about that? Real animatronics usually cannot move their legs. There are some minor exceptions, such as rock-afire's Beach bear being able to tap his foot, but no, they cannot walk around. In fact most do not have mechs below the hips (which for fnaf animatronics are also quite small. How are you holding up your upper body?). This is where the electricity comes in.

The battery would have to be large, so hiding it in the feet would be best to give them a solid standing position.

They would also have a voice box for off-stage use only, as on stage they would have their tapes play on the speakers. These voice boxes would play the same tapes, with the singing come from the box instead of the stage. These wouldn't be removed when they were confined to the stage, but I imagine the battery packs in their feet would be to prevent wandering. It's curious how they still manage to do so at night....

And for the outer part, it's standard for animatronics. The fur covers every part of the body not clothed, aside from the face. The face is made out of extremely malleable latex or similar material, and the nose is rubber. The nose for freddy is subject to change to a softer material that would allow you to gently honk his nose.

As for the wood interior, I saw that once for a chuck e cheese animatronic, and figured it would be best to use to help the animatronics keep their shapes. The velcro attaching the head pieces is for easy removal for maintenance.

I have more notes for character specific alterations to the mech. Those are mostly just the funtimes, with mangle as an exception as I changed them a LOT. If you're interested...let me know 👀

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Fandom —  Five Nights at Freddy's Pairing — William Afton/OC Summary — William considers himself to be a patient man. Patience, however, can run thin. Content Warnings — Rough sex, drinking, possessive behaviour, boss/employee dynamics, anal sex, anal fingering, breeding kink Word Count — 4,008 Author's note — Mafia AU, commission

William Afton considered himself a patient man, he considered himself an understanding man, but, he knew that he was being none of those things as he dragged one of his workers down the hallways, his grip so tight on the other man’s wrist that he knew he was probably going to be leaving behind bruises, but that was the least of his concerns. Connections, contracts, he didn’t even consider the one that had sat at that retched bar, sipping that cocktail — Fergus was a man who thought he could own it all.

But here in Hurricane, here in his city, there would be things that Fergus knew he couldn’t touch. He couldn’t touch his children when they had been around, he couldn’t touch his wife when she had been alive, but, even if Follett was just one of his workers, Fergus knew that he couldn’t touch him. It didn’t stop him, William watching as the obese man tried to charm his way into the worker’s pants. He could ignore it for a little bit considering that Follett knew what to do.

Fergus, however, always did hate to lose.

To control his anger had been difficult when the man was more inclined to do the things he knew that he shouldn’t do, couldn’t do. Touching him, flirting with him, offering money in exchange for things that he wanted. It had become too much for the man to bear.

William Afton lost control, and not in the way that he wanted to. Watching Fergus get more aggressive in his pursuit, more aggressive in his want to touch Follett. William had stormed right in and had taken Follett without as much as a further thought, leading them to where they were now.

“Sir,” Follett called from behind, William suddenly becoming aware of the hand on his wrist as he felt Follett’s fingers attempt to loosen his hold, “You’re hurting me.” William almost threw Follett into the elevator once it had opened, stepping inside and watching as the other man stuck himself into the corner. It was a pathetic sight, to see the man that he had saved from Fergus cowering, but, he knew how intimidating he could be, how even a smile could be the most unnerving thing.

Huffing out a breath through his nose, he pressed the button for the floor his office sat on, and then a few more, the elevator making a noise to let him know that the code had been entered correctly before they started to head up.

“I apologise,” William muttered, pulling his glasses — wrapped in a soft, purple cloth — from his pocket, unwrapping and polishing the lenses before he placed them on the bridge of his nose, “That was uncalled for on my part.” A lie was as sweet as the money that flowed from his palm, but, as he watched Follett settle a bit, unpeeling himself from the corner, William knew that he had at least soothed the nerves of the prey that shared the space. “Fergus knows he should not be touching the staff.”

One raised brow, barely noticeable, but William caught it all the same, humming to himself as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. The doors opened and the two men walked out into the office space. Purples and blues and even some mahogany, too, decorated the office space, leaving the man in an apron to feel small as William made a bee-line to his cabinets, pulling out a crystal bottle of amber.

“This isn’t just about the Funtimes, is it?” William had to stop the bottle from dropping from his hands as Follett said his question just loud enough to fill the space, William’s eyes turning first before his head. “I haven’t just been imagining it, have I?”

Having prided himself on the concept of being unreadable, William couldn’t help but suck in a deep breath as he felt the gaze of Follett almost pierce him like he was a window — the quiet, usually reserved man that wore his hair tied back to where you could see the grey roots beginning to show almost seeming to challenge the space William had made as he sat on one of the chairs.

‘He probably doesn’t realise it.’ William justified himself, grabbing a glass as he slowly poured a drink. He probably didn’t realise how he looked so pretty sitting there, hands in his lap, patiently waiting for a response, a command. Follett probably didn’t realise how tantalising he was with those big eyes staring at him, a throb of pleasure shooting to William’s cock at the thought of how pretty they would be brimming with tears.

“Maybe it wasn’t just about him,” William muttered, shoving down the thoughts of their playful flirting and banter from his mind, turning around with the glass in hand. “Maybe it’s about you.” The glass side table made a soft ‘clink’ as the whisky glass was sat down, William making himself comfortable on another couch as he watched Follett, watching how still and quiet he was.

Obedient. Everything that William wanted in a partner.

William’s fingers itched for a cigarette or cigar, but, he kept them from reaching for the box that was nearby, instead, ruffling his own hair as he collected his thoughts. The walk had been calming, it had allowed his brain to soothe, but, as Follett’s clothes ruffled with movement, William watched as he pulled his hair out of the tie before redoing his hair again.

“I want you.” Follett, like a deer, froze in the light, his hair half done in a ponytail and face calm, yet, his eyes held all the emotion William needed to know; confusion, shock, longing, William leaned towards the man, brushing a few of his fingers across the skin. Warm, soft, perfect to sink his fingers into as he grabbed Follett’s chin, forcing him to look right at him. “This isn’t a game anymore, Follett.”

If Follett did or didn’t know, it had driven William crazy; from his brilliant blue eyes staring at him from across the room to his intoxicating laugh, all of it, all of it had made him yearn for him more and more. He needed to have this man more than life itself, he needed to be able to breathe him in, gaze at him, own him.

If he couldn’t… there was a part of him that knew he wouldn’t regret what he would do next.

“I need you to be at my beck and call, I need you to know that I crave you,” William said, keeping his voice as even as he could, “I need to know that I’m the only man that you’ll ever want.”

So let me own you.

He had never craved another this much, not even his former wife, but, as he grabbed the glass with his free hand, forcing it into Follett’s, he watched as the animation finally came back to Follett’s limbs. So confused, so beautiful, William removed the hand from the man’s chin to force his fingers around the cool glass.

“Drink this, and you’re mine.”

It wasn’t like Follett had much of a choice, either. To have the attention of the William Afton in this city was a target, one that could never be washed away. He had all the power and money he needed to make sure Follett could never disappear… or he could spoil Follett rotten, never allow him to work again.

Was this what an addict felt when they had met their fix?

Follett’s beautiful blue eyes flickered between the glass and William’s face, on his lips, on his eyes. Those words that were trapped behind Follett’s lips struggled to form the words needed to respond, to tell him what he thought. To capture that gaze, those lips, that mind, it was something that had him riled up more than he thought could be possible. Watching as Follett’s mouth finally stopped its attempts at making noise, the cup being raised to his lips before half the amber liquid poured down his throat, William was willing to take that answer.

William took the cup and downed the rest of it, pressing his lips firmly against Follett’s as he stole the man’s lips with his own, feeling as he gasped and William took his breath too. The glass was abandoned on the side table as William pushed himself off his couch, hovering over the other man, caging him between his arms. To have, to consume, to own, it was like bliss as he committed the lips to memory.

Follett’s fingers looped themselves under the lapels of his suit jacket and William helped take it off, not caring that the fabric would be wrinkled and creased when he picked it up next, not caring that it was expensive fabric falling to the floor to be stepped on. “Want to undress me already?” William couldn’t help but chuckle against Follett’s lips, already feeling as his cock was hard and aching in his slacks. A warm hole was a nice thought, but even he wanted to ease into it.

And eyeing that perfect skin that wasn’t covered, he knew how.

The buttons of Follett’s shirt went flying before William even realised what he had done, forcing the shirt open so fast that the buttons had no choice but to fly in multiple directions, the man underneath him yelping in surprise at the sudden gust of cold air that met bare skin. Licking his lips, William let his eyes roam over the flesh — he didn’t know where to start, from the flesh of his stomach to the pulse of his neck, he decided to taste it all. His tongue picked up the natural taste of Follett’s skin, as delectable as his lips as he flattened it against the flesh, drawing a gasp from the man, his hands flying to William’s hair and giving it a slight tug.

William’s thumbs brushed against the bulge in Follett’s pants as he placed his hands on the man’s thighs, spreading his legs to allow him to be closer, pressing him into the couch cushions as he began to slowly nibble and suck at whatever skin he was able to mark and find. Collarbone, neck, check, everything was on the table for him as he worked his way around. Pressing, gasping, even a whine, it made William’s cock weep in his briefs as he bit the flesh of his neck, enough to leave indents as he pulled away.

Yet, that wasn’t enough. Fuck, even as the bruises began to bloom and the bites turned red, the need to leave an everlasting impression on him grew in need between his loins. Follett’s slacks needed to go, too.

To hell with being overdressed himself, he needed to see all of Follett, now. Tearing, shredding, watching as the tatters fell to the ground, more unblemished skin was exposed, more skin begging for his teeth to sink deep in. All of this skin was for him, all of it for his viewing pleasure and his alone, he knelt between the man’s spread legs, seeing from the corner of his eye how Follett’s cock jolted in surprise. Weeping with pre, red at the tip, it silently begged to be touched, to be felt, more emotive than the person it was connected to as William felt to the side table’s drawer, searching blindly with his fingertips until he found what he wanted.

William dragged the man’s hips forward, watching as Follett’s head sunk lower on the couch from below, hearing the shocked gasp that drew from his lips as William forced the man’s puckered hole to reveal itself to him. “You’re going to be a good boy and stay still for me,” William muttered under his breath, pouring the lube over his fingers as he spoke, watching as the clear liquid coated his fingers and slowly descended on his palm. Cool against his heated flesh, he didn’t give it a chance to warm as he slowly rolled a finger around Follett’s hole, watching as it flexed without anything having entered it yet.

Though William’s smile faded slightly as he glanced up, noticing how Follett tried to hide from him — there was no shame that needed to be felt in the presence of William Afton, not when he was giving the decency of at least preparing him before fucking him full. “You put those hands down before I make you,” he warned, watching as Follett’s beautiful blue eyes peeked out from between the fingers, “I want to be able to watch every expression you make.”

There were many things William could do if Follett didn’t listen, so many things that could be used to tie those hands in a way that he wouldn’t be able to hide. Rope, a belt, even zip ties that were hidden nearby, but, he wanted to give Follett a chance to behave, to listen, the smile that spread his lips unnaturally wide returning.

If those didn’t work, William had other ways of making Follett behave.

Follett, however, did choose to behave, William letting out a huff as he watched the hands as they instead gripped the couch cushions. It was too silent, too still, Follett not making enough expressions to his liking. Licking his lips, William pressed a finger beyond the ring of muscles, watching as the man’s mouth fell open, no sound coming out. As much as Follett wasn’t vocal, he made the cutest faces, William watching as his brows furrowed, how his lips mimed out the noises that refused to escape his throat, how his fingernails dug into the couch cushions as he tilted his hips up just slightly to give William more access.

The perfect hole.

If William had known that Follett’s expressions would be this delicious in the first place, he probably would have gone after him sooner. He wouldn’t have let the burning jealousy build up, he wouldn’t have let Fergus have a chance with the man, and he wouldn’t have had Follett working at the bar when he could be the perfect little eye candy on his arm. He was able to finally coax a noise out of him with two fingers, pressing up against the fleshy walls.

“William…”

Nothing would be able to top the noise that came from Follett’s mouth; no amount of screams, of pleas for their lives or homes, nothing would be able to top the sound of Follett’s first whimper of his name, his eyes squeezing shut, his cock jolting as William fucked his fingers into him slow. Stretching him out, preparing him, William took his time, his own toes curling in his expensive loafers as he pressed a thumb against the skin between the pucker and his balls.

“Yes, precious?” William muttered, his voice almost being drowned out by the hard thumps of his heart in his chest making him feel as if it would burst open any second, that Follett could reach in and grab the organ and claim it for his own gain. He needed to hear more from him, he needed to hear the man say what he knew he wanted to say. Slowing his fingers to a snail’s crawl, he had to suppress the laughter that threatened to bubble from his throat as he heard the barely there whine that came, the muscles clenching down on his fingers, trying to get him to start again. “What do you want?”

Just three words, that’s all he needed.

“I want you, please.” William couldn’t get his pants around his ankles fast enough. Removing his fingers completely from Follett’s form, William almost broke the fancy buttons of his pants as he sent his belt flying away from him, pants crumpling down to his feet with his boxers as he watched the man shrink underneath him.

“You know how to get me going, huh?” William said, pouring lube into his hand before fisting his cock, head red and throbbing with a need that sent shivers down his spine with each swipe of his hand over the sensitive flesh. A sinful need, carnal in nature, William leaned over the man as he prepared himself, feeling that nagging feeling in the back of his head begging him to just hurry up, to shove it inside of him before Follett could run away.

But, William could see in those blue eyes that he wasn’t planning on ever running. Seeing his face in the reflection, smile almost unnaturally large, he struggled to not shudder against the cool air as it touched his lube-covered cock, William placed a hand on the back of the couch. “I’m letting you pick the position, quickly.”

He didn’t need to tell Follett twice. The man easily adjusted himself on the couch, his back facing the wolf that drooled from the corners of his mouth and leaving so much more untouched skin exposed, arms pressing against the back as he presented himself to the man that craved him more than water itself. Pressing his hips against the curve of Follett’s rump, William watched his cock rut against the flesh, precum dribbling down the shaft and onto the untouched skin. Follett almost seemed to suck him in, muscles clenching down around the shaft once William guided himself into the hole, watching as Follett greedily sucked him in, claiming every single inch for himself as he laid his head on the back of the couch.

How long since William had fucked a hole as tight as this, as wanton as this? He couldn’t help it, sucking in a deep breath as he pulled Follett’s hips more towards him, watching as the curve in his back deepened and his face pressed against his arms. He wanted him like this, always, the idea of him waiting for him, ready to be fucked, filling his mind as he drew his hips back and experimentally thrust into the man.

“Fuck.” William muttered as he heard Follett moan, clenching a hand on the couch’s cushions, leaving one hand on Follett’s hip. That moan, the way he fluttered around his cock, all self-resolve William had was swiftly shattered as he began to fuck the man with wild abandon.

William prided himself on being a man who was in control of his emotions, but there was just something about Follett that made him lose it in his presence. A feral animal, a wild animal, William was no better than what they were in the wild now, ten years ago, even a thousand years ago, chasing his own pleasure as he listened to the man whine and pine underneath him, rolling his hips, whispering hymns of his name in hushed breaths. The wild animal in William wanted to claim him, hold him, keep him there forever — he was sure that if Follett had been a woman, William would make sure that their sins against god would take a soul.

He bit into the flesh of Follett’s shoulder, feeling as his teeth sunk in enough that there would be a bruise, that the sucks of his need to have him there in his mouth would form a mark that would be a reminder of their time. “You’ve been wanting this,” William grunted, feeling as Follett tightened around him, forcing the man to look towards him that their bodies created a sinful melody that only their mortal bodies could.

Follett looked even better when his face had nowhere to look but him, sweat rolling down his face, hair undone and flying freely. William knew that hair would look so good trapped between his fingers, forcing him down his cock.

Follett looked even better when he was barely able to catch a breath between sharp thrusts and concealed moans that threatened to rip his soul apart. William knew that eventually, he wouldn’t be so shy to hide those noises from him, letting him know what he felt as he would possibly scream his name.

Follett looked better when he was being claimed by the man that he had been yearning for since the moment he walked through that door. William’s heart fluttered in a sick glee as those tears of Follett’s streamed down his face, pattering away on the leather of the couch as he was forced to open wide to accept the cock of his boss, the man that had saved him from a man that was even worse than him.

William had his prize, he had his reward, and as he stole the breath from Follett again with a kiss, the hand that had held his chin travelled down the other man’s front, down his chest, brushing against the puckered nipples, until his hand, still slick with lube, wrapped its warmth around Follett’s cock, squeezing him as Follett squeezed down on him, feeling the way his moan rumbled against his lips, searing the noise against William’s flesh.

“Dirty…” And all for him. The hair on his head, the sweat on his skin, his eyes, his attention, his soul, William would make it all his no matter the cost, a hand on Follett’s cock, the other trailing to intertwine fingers, holding him fight. Flesh and soul, William would take over this mind and make him who he wanted to be. Fergus would never get his hands on him, no one would ever get their hands on him.

Follett’s body slumped against the couch as William felt the man’s cock jolt and shudder, no doubt painting the leather that was under him in a pretty shade of white that would never come out. The couch could easily be replaced, but William would never forget that blissed face, the same one that cried as William chased down his own high, slamming his hips into the man over and over until he felt himself too fall into that same bliss.

Where slapping skin once was, heavy panting filled the air, William his fingers shake as he reached to unbutton his shirt, not caring that he smeared cum on the fabric, nor caring if the shirt got wrinkled and creased, instead, he sat down, forcing Follett to sit in his lap with his cock still firmly buried inside, hearts racing as William put his shirt on Follett.

Eyes glancing at the clock that ticked its gears as time passed, he listened as the elevator opened and the man who had wanted to see him appeared.

“So, I wanted to—.” Fergus stopped, blue eyes staring at the scene before him, William shielding the man who was too spent to move away from the prying eyes of the man who had walked in. The rage inside of him was hot, it was burning, and it was something that only Fergus could have, watching as a million easy-to-read thoughts almost filled the man’s head at the same time as he stared them down.

If he could, Fergus would have shot William by now.

But he couldn’t, he wouldn’t be able to make it out of the building without someone figuring out that it had been him that had killed William, that it had been him that had left him lying on the floor.

Fergus had no power here, so all he could do was stand and stare.

“Fuck you.” It brought so much joy to William to hear those words that came from Fergus’s mouth, tearing his eyes away from the clock on the wall to watch as the man went back to the elevator and disappeared without a second glance, only taking with him a broken ego and a sight that wouldn’t disappear from his mind any time soon.

Gently dragging his fingers through Follett’s hair, he listened to his drumming heart against his rib cage, listened to the heavy breaths that Follett made as he almost faded to and from this world.

“You won’t ever need to work again…” William muttered, lips pressing against Follett’s head as he watched the man shudder in his shirt. Follett was right where he belonged, and William would make sure that he never left his side, never again.

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Hiiiii Here is my request

Reader meets Bella and Nico bc she’s dating Pedro and it’s just cute. Oh and Gabriel (he plays tommy in tlou) and they are in an age gap (u choose) and it’s so cute and fluffy

Family Funtime - pedro pascal x female reader

Summary: you get to meet the co-stars Pedro calls family.

Word Count: 1.6k

Content Warning: fluff, insecurity from reader. Implied age gap, reader is late 20’s Pedro is his current age (48).

Note: I love this request stop it 😭😭🫶🏼🫶🏼 thank you sunny ☀️

“Are you sure they won’t mind me being here? I don’t wanna impose on anything.” You fidget nervously with the sleeve of your jumper, picking at loose threads to distract yourself from the nerves that clawed at you from the inside, desperate to get out.

Pedro stops walking with you and your legs come to a halt, figuring maybe he’d changed his mind, that he’d send you home. Instead, his large hands cradle your face, it looked so small in his big hands, “baby, they’re dying to meet you. I promise they’ll love you.” You huff out a breath of exhale and look up at him through your lashes, “okay.” His eyes lightly squint as he smiles, “okay.” He affirms, letting go of your face and holding your hand, stopping your nervous fidgeting.

The set was incredible, you’d never think it could be this realistic but it looked very similar to the show, a lot of hard work had been put into making this series, you admired it, that Pedro was apart of this, making it happen.

His fingers rub your knuckles, as he leads you to the dressing rooms, props out for filming you have to weave through, careful not to step or bump into anything. You weren’t paying attention in front of you, your eyes coming up from the floor when you see it a foot in front of you; a clicker. You scream, “fuck!” Let go of Pedro’s hand and push him in front of you towards the man in the special effects make up. Your adrenaline is high as your heart hammers, Pedro turns to you with a raised eyebrow and the man behind him starts bellowing in a laugh that echos through the building.

You kneel over yourself and set your hands on your knees, catching your breath, and trying to steady your breathing. You flinch when a hand meets your back and you look up to see Pedro. “It’s just me honey, you’re okay.” As much as he finds the situation amusing, he wants you to be okay.

“You scared the fuck out of me man, Jesus.” The man throws his hands up in defence, “I’m sorry about that, we hang around like this on set so they don’t have to do the make up again, it takes hours. I’m Mike by the way, so nice to meet you.” You reach out and shake his hand, introducing yourself. “We better keep moving, got some people to see, see you later Mike.” Mike nods, “good to see you Pedro, see you later.”

Pedro’s hand is on your lower back guiding you, “good to know you’d toss me to save yourself.” He jests, pouting at you. You immediately feel bad, lip opening and closing, you must’ve looked like a deer in the headlights with your big eyes wide as you’d realise what you’d done. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to shove you I just-“ you’re cut off by Pedro laughing, “don’t apologise sweetheart, you know I’d keep you safe anyway. You ready to meet them?”

You’d stopped outside the door that had “cast only” and shuffled uncomfortably, “are you sure I’m allowed to be in here.” You gesture to the sign, “we’re not filming today, I let them know they said it was fine, just don’t take pictures of the set.” “Okay, sure.” Not like you’d planned on it anyway. Pedro doesn’t even knock, just swings the door wide open and he’s met with a room full of smiling faces all rushing to greet him. You stand awkwardly as you shuffle into the room, shutting the door behind you.

“This is my girl, she’s a little nervous aren’t you baby?” You stare dumbfounded, nodding, you reach for that thread to fidget with when Bella comes up and pulls you into a hug, they’re awfully strong for a nineteen year old. You wrap your arms gently around her, accepting the warm embrace.

“I’m Bella, so nice to meet you. All Pedro does is talk about how incredible you are.”

“Oh, does he now?” Your cheeks flush red as you turn to Pedro who has a shy grin on his face.

“Alright scoot it’s my turn to meet the “woman that makes me the luckiest man alive.” The young girls impersonation of Pedro makes you laugh. She pulls you into a soft hug and her beautiful hair tickles your cheeks, “I’m Nico. Pedro’s other adopted child, I guess that makes you our mum.” The lopsided grin has your cheeks starting to hurt from smiling so much. “I’ve always wanted kids, the more the merrier.” You cheer.

A man approaches you, one you recognise as Tommy from the show, he’s handsome you admit, but he’s got nothing on Pedro. His teeth are baring as he smiles at you, pulling you into his broad chest and you hug him back, he lingers for a few more seconds than you would’ve offered but don’t protest until he pulls away. “I’m Gabriel, so nice to meet the lovely lady.” He kisses your hand and you feel the heat crawling up your neck as he does so. “Trying to make a move on my girl Gabriel?” The amusement in Pedro’s voice is evident, and Gabriel laughs, “you know I can’t help it, I’m a ladies man, they love me.”

“I’ve only got eyes for one man, sorry to disappoint you Gabriel.” Your kind voice makes Pedro blush, the comment sweet as it is a firm statement.

You’re watching alongside Gabriel as Pedro and Bella dance. Pedro guides her movements softly and twirls her into him, their laughs contagious to each other as they move swiftly. “You know how much he loves you right?” You turn to Gabriel and he’s watching them, just as you were before turning to you, seeing doubt in your eyes. “I know he loves me, I just don’t feel like I’m worthy enough for him sometimes.” Gabriel frowns at this, he sees and hears every comment he makes on set about how perfect you are, showing them pictures of the two of you, explaining the story behind it.

“What makes you say that?” You sigh, you’d have to talk about it at some point, you didn’t want to talk about it with Pedro yet; he didn’t know how bothered you were by some of the hate you’d been receiving in regards to your age gap. “People are always commenting on our age gap y’know. Just makes me wonder why he chose me. He could have anyone he wanted.” Gabriel’s face softens, the wrinkles in his face are now gone. “I’m sorry people are sayin’ that about you, but he did chose who he wanted, it’s you. You’re it for him.”

You turn back to watch the two of them twirling once more, the song coming to an end, “you really think so?” Gabriel laughs, gaining Pedro’s attention, you send a small smile his way and he notices somethings not quite right. “Yeah, I know so.”

“Thanks Gabriel.” He puts a hand on your shoulder supportively, “anytime.”

Bella and Pedro seperate and she walks up to you, crushing you in another hug, “it was so awesome to meet you, I hope I get to see you again. Maybe we can hangout sometime?” The hopeful look in her eyes nearly makes you cry, “of course, it was great to meet you Bella. I would love that.” “Okay dudes, I’m going home. Remember to wrap it we don’t want any babies, or do we?” Bella shoots you two a look before leaving, the laugh that escapes your lips is out of your control.

“Hey sweetheart.” Pedro presses his body against yours, warm and sweaty from dancing. “Hi baby.” His lips graze your forehead, kissing you softly. You fall putty in his hands as he holds you by the waist, “you gonna tell me what made my girl so upset before? It wasn’t Gabriel, was it?”

You shake your head no, feeling guilty that you had vented to Gabriel before coming to Pedro with this problem. “I just-sometimes I don’t feel good enough for you.” Pedro wants to speak, to reassure you but he listens, because he knows you’re not finished. “A lot of people comment on our age difference and it gets to me sometimes-the things they say.” You bite your lip, wishing you would just be unbothered by things like this.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve come to you first but, I-I was so embarrassed and I didn’t want you to worry about me.”

“Oh honey.” Pedro pulls you into him, the warmth is welcome as you melt into him, feeling like you’re coming closer after your confession. The weight off your shoulders makes you relax into him. “You never have to apologise for that. People are cruel and they say mean things. But we’re strong, I love you because everything about you is everything I’ve always wanted.”

“Even if we don’t have kids?” Pedro pulls back slightly, taken aback by your comment. “What do you mean?” Your cheeks are bright red, “well I mean, would having kids be such a bad thing?” Pedro grins, kissing your lips gently. “Maybe it wouldn’t. We can talk more about it in the car, cmon. Let’s get home.”

“Thanks for the great day. They’re all wonderful people. The connection you have with Bella is really beautiful.” Pedro’s orbs are watching you, your face showing nothing but love and affection for him. “I need her more than she needs me, she’s helped me through a whole lot that kid.” “I’m proud of both of you.” You muse.

“I love you so fucking much.” His lips are frantic on yours, conveying his love and warmth to you, reaffirming his last words to you. You, wordlessly say you love him too.

[loyaltykask]

My take on Bonnie and Foxy

Bonnie

I like to think that Bonnie was taken out of the band, not from injury or even lack of popularity from Bonnie but it was in fact because he got too popular that Fazbear Entertainment gave him his own individual attraction. This works because Bonnie is such a staple figure that older audiences would already be drawn to him, while younger audiences would be more accepting to Monty which is what the GlamStars are targeted at.

Bonnie was given a Glam look while in the band but he got deglamorized when he was given the reins of the bowling area in order to appeal to wider audiences such as teenagers and even young adults. It was here that Fazbear Entertainment was trying to appeal to even more than just teens. The bowling alley was given a very mature theme and that’s why Bonnie is deglamorized and all the art showing he was more ‘cool.’ And it worked. All the teenagers started having their sweet 16’s and quinceaneras in Bonnie’s bowling alley with all the mozzarella sticks and mocktails to spare (i dont know what they sell at bowling alleys its been a while). Bonnie with his calm and yet very relatable demeanor was able to keep the teenagers in line while also still appealing to a younger audience and even adults. That is until his accident… cough*Afton*cough

In gameplay where they would try to kill Gregory, I believe Bonnie would have superior hearing and that you will need to get his audio senors for Freddy’s parts able for him to hear conversations in other rooms and even hear footsteps. This also allows hearing audio recordings you would otherwise miss. Bonnie will usually be the one to come first at the sign of a security bots outing you.

Foxy

Foxy on the other hand was simply just popular all around, especially in family group dynamics. His attraction would be similar to like the Star Wars show in Disney, but with a Pirates of the Caribbean ride mix but with just Foxy instead. It’s theater-themed show foxy is the star. Considering the size of the pizzaplaza it wouldn’t surprise me that they were able to fit something a moat like in Pirates of the Caribbean with families were able to enter boat rides and simply just watch several smaller foxy animatronics as the real foxy comes to center stage in the end to entertain. Or maybe an hourly show where Foxy just comes out either giving a comedic performance and takes kids from the audience to be part of his “band of pirates” then giving them an honorary eyepatch at the end of the performance (again like Star Wars Disney). Children line up with their parents until each one begging to be part of Foxy’s crew as they all in the pirate crew on stage.

Please note that I like to think he has two helpers as part of his crew and in fact has children in the audience join his crew. His two crewmembers would be a small Mangle and a small Funtime Foxy. These animatronics would be given the plush bodies instead of plastic and be very weak as they are not meant for security purposes but instead meant for comfort and hugs given just a voice box and a small exoskeleton that’s easily breakable. Small Mangle would be Maxie and most people would confuse the gender as they are still pink but I’ll give them a more masculine name (they would also have a peg leg) and Maxie intends to keep the audience in confusion. Funtime Foxy would be called Trixie short for Tristan and is in fact a boy, however, because of his pink paint job those people assume he is a girl.

Foxy would have a speed boost option and that he would come at you at high speeds however you can dodge this similar to how Roxy chases you by sidestepping them at the last minute. His power booster would be in his knees and would have to break his kneecaps to get them. If you get this for Freddy he would be able to run while you are inside him without wasting power. Maxie and Trixie wouldn’t be able to hurt but instead suck your battery light and Freddys power reserves (like Balloon Boy the bastard)

In short, I just want everyone to get along. Monty never was the one to decommission Bonnie (AFTON) and if anything he saw Bonnie as a mentor to help Monty learn the bass as Bonnie was tied to the bowling alley and though Monty did have some resentment of always being compared to Bonnie he still respected him and he was hurt when he disappeared, leading to his anger outbursts to increase. Foxy disappear shortly after saying that his moat was causing flooding and he was scraped. His moat was taken down and in place was of Roxy’s raceway. And that was when Roxy started having her own self-esteem issues because she knew she was not only Foxy’s replacement but now his exhibit been torn down and replaced by her new raceway. She got a lot of backlash because of this despite it not being her fault, but now she is constantly being compared to Foxy.

[scabopolis]

In anticipation of the upcoming 2023 Logan x Veronica "New Year, New Fic" fest, I bring you a small selection of fics inspired by epistolary exposition. Traditionally 'epistolary' is story written through letters, but this could be letters, emails, texts, etc.

Day 1 of the challenge is February 1, 2023 so be sure to check out the #2023 LV New Year here on tumblr or the AO3 collection for more fic and art.

As a reminder, there are so many fics that fill these tropes. These are just a smattering, so make sure to make note of the ones you love the most and next week, when the challenge starts, maybe go drop those you love a kudos, a comment, or both to share the joy.

(Apologies for the s4 gif, but they're very cute if you just forget everything that came before and comes after)

Starting these fic recs with the two that inspired the prompt:

Fic: Three Emails Sent Across Continents (and Possibly Five Text Messages) by Care Rating: T for 'these two dumbs' Tropes and Themes: post-movie AU, sexual attraction to forearms, writing smut is challenging and Veronica acknowledges that Read if: You like a little romantic anticipation, also would ogle Logan's forearms over Skype, and appreciate the simplicity of a 'hi' text message that can make one's heart race. Also available as a podfic!

Fic: Wingspan by @theawkwardterrier Rating: G for General Wonderful Courtship and Romance Tropes and Themes: post-movie AU, Veronica writes letters, this person cries tears, 'funtimes communication porn' (author's description), issues will be resolved whether they like it or not Read if: You want to read a fic where intimacy slowly uncurls itself like a cat.

Fic: Just-in-Case Letters by @machawicket (must have AO3 account to read) Rating: T for TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY FACE Tropes and Themes: Logan writes letters before each deployment and I feel emotions in every chapter, pitch perfect dry wit of one Logan Echolls Read if: DO NOT SKIP TO THE END OF THESE LETTERS. Promise me. The final chapter is the letter Logan writes during his movie deployment, but Macha builds to that moment in a way you will want to experience for yourself. (Though I am forever crying over "I want years with you, Veronica.")

Fic: Excerpts from Logan's Feelings Journal by bennet_7 Rating: Author lists as PG-13 but that's mainly because Logan is a smartass Tropes and Themes: Not a very couple-y Logan/Veronica fic but you can read between the lines, classic comedy fic from circa s2, journal entries as exposition Read if: You have 10 min and want some Logan snark in a short time frame and/or want to read a very clever way to account for the events of s2.

Fic: Snapshot by crimsonclad Rating: NR by author, I think it's a solid PG-13 for some thematic content and some swears Tropes and Themes: This fic is non-linear, this fic features a Target, this fic features domesticity, therefore this fic is wonderful and should be celebrated Read if: You want an unconventional cousin to an epistolary fic. Each section is bracketed by a story a tabloid has run about Logan (or a comment in the press) and then what was really going on behind the scenes. Also, a rare pairing of Connor Larkin and Weevil is always a delight.

Ones you love that I failed to mention? Make sure you make note and celebrate the wonderment when the celebration begins on February 1, 2023!

[springlock-suits]

Um. *twirls my hair* For this day I wanted to draw Funtime Foxy and or Ballora as real/showbiz inspired animatronics but then I realized I didn't. Want to. And might not have the time to depending on how the inspiration hits and if I'm going to add Baby to be a proper ladies night. So. I wrote a fic one-shot 👉👈

Bear in mind, I am an artist first. And failed English class on multiple occasions. So have fun with this I guess

Fnaf-tober | Day 4: Ladies Night

Fnaf-tober by miiilowo

Content: Willry if you squint, mostly in the form of Henry's thoughts. Gender.

This is about 1000 words, so one of my more lengthy fics, if not the new record holder

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Henry reread the design notes in front of him again. He scratched his beard a bit in concentration. The ginger man was currently looking over William's work on some circus themed animatronics, they were only concepts right now, silly little doodles made by a man who happened to enjoy the aesthetic clowns and the like. However... he couldn't help but notice a small, inconcensistent detail. Had William made a mistake? Maybe he should call him to make sure he's reading this right.

No... he can't do that.

Henry sighed and took a sip of the tea on his desk, perfectly sweet, though unfortunately has long since become room temperature. Henry huffed a laugh as he took another sip, William always called Henry's tea "hummingbird nectar". Always scrunching his nose in that cute way of his when he saw Henry drinking a cup of a sugary concoction. Henry shook his head, focus, what was he doing again? He looked back down, right, William's notes. Calling him. Can't do that. Henry sighed again, William had taken a break from work this week to take care of his kids while Bella was away on a camping trip with her girl friends. William would be back for work this Friday, and correcting a detail on some concept work truly wasn't that important. Especially since the "funtimes" won't see the light of days for years, if ever.

Henry nibbled on his pen, and looked up at the time. 1pm. Would William be busy? Michael was at school, but little Evan and Elizabeth were home. Maybe they were taking an after lunch nap at this very moment and William was just as bored as he was and wanted to talk about his animatronics some more. Henry rapidly tapped his pen on the desk, thinking. Charlotte was still at school. His little Button had mentioned recently that she wanted to see Uncle Will and her siblings again. He remembered how he tried once to explain to her that William is not her uncle, and even if he was his children wouldn't be considered her siblings, she just puffed up and crossed her arms, stating that she obviously knew that, but she had adopted them, so they're family now. William had laughed and ruffled her hair, saying he couldn't argue with that logic, and Charlie had absolutely beamed at that. Henry smiled at the memory.

He shook his head, getting distracted again, what was he...? Henry jolts up when he remembers. Right, of course, Charlie wanted a play date. He should call William to ask him about it. And if the conversation happens to steer towards other things, well, that'd be convenient, just some light chatter between friends. Henry holds the phone to his ear, having quickly dialed the number.

Ringing...

"Hello?" comes the sweet sound of William's voice. Henry realizes that he's been silent on the phone to the point of becoming uncomfortable. "William! I ah, hope I'm not being a bother right now- I was just uh wondering if you were free at some point this week. And your kids. For a play date. Charlotte wants a playdate." Henry quickly rambles out, embarrassed. William chuckles on the other end of the line, and Henry hears the faint whispering of Elizabeth, excited at the thought of playdate. "You're not bothering me Henry, Evan just went to bed, and Lizzie here is practicing her makeup skills on me. Of course they can have a playdate later, how does after school sound? Or after Charlie finishes with her homework I suppose."

Henry doesn't even take a moment to think, "Yes yes that's perfect, my little Button will be excited to hear the news." Henry paused. "Practicing her makeup skill on you?" William chuckled, and Elizabeth seemingly shoved her face right in front of the phone as she now loudly spoke. "I'm making Daddy pretty! We're having uh,, um,,, a." The toddler struggled to remember a word. "A LADIES NIGHT!!" she shouted triumphantly, proud of herself. William quietly told her not to be so loud, as she might wake Evan or hurt poor Uncle Henry's ears. Henry hummed. "You and William and having a ladies night Lizzie?" Elizabeth nodded, and then gave a quick "Yeah!" when she remembered Henry couldn't see her. "Me and Daddy are having a ladies night, because we're the only ones in the house right now other than Evan and Evan is sleeping." She shushed the phone for emphasis. "And we're both ladies so we're having a ladies night!"

"I see," replied Henry, not seeing. "That reminds me of something actually, could you hand the phone back to your father, dear?" Elizabeth nods and William gently takes the offered phone from her, and watches as she quickly becomes distracted with rummaging in her mother's makeup kit again. William smiles as he puts the phone back up to his ear. "Was there something else you needed Henry?"

Henry quickly shuffles through William's notes again. "Oh yes, um, I was just looking through your notes and wondering about... the funtime fox character? It looks like you switch between using he or she for. uh... the fox.".William hums, "Did I? I suppose I didn't notice." he chuckles. Henry nods, "Right then, so I was just wondering what you meant to use for the character, so I can correct it." William smiles, "There's no need for that Henry, he and she both sound correct to me for the fox. He is above all else a performer after all, I imagine she simply finds it easier to use whatever fits best at the moment, and whatever fits best for the performance." Henry paused for a moment. "Like... your Springbonnie?" William beamed, "Yes yes like Springbonnie! Though not exactly, Springbonnie entirely doesn't care for such things." William paused, "Say I've been thinking of a new funtime character too! A fox like the other one, their name is Lolbit... "

Henry smiled as he listened to William ramble on about his latest idea, he ended the call quite some time later when Charlotte excitedly bounced up to him after getting off the school bus, talking about how she finished her homework while on the bus and proudly displaying her work. She was, as expected, very excited to visit Uncle Will's house when he told her about the playdate.

When they arrived. Henry couldn't help but notice that William had yet to wash off the makeup his daughter had put on him.

[novemberthesuperstar]

Five Nights at Freddy's game series timeline

[Part One, Fnaf 4 - Fnaf 2]

This post is part one of my take on the Fnaf game series timeline. This is just me putting the currently known/generally agreed upon events of the Fnaf storyline into what I believe to be the correct order. I won't be going into motives or any more speculative scenarios. If it isn't shown in the games or promotional material for the games it probably won't be here.

????-1983 [Fnaf 4]

•Henry Emily and William Afton became business partners, opening a small diner known as Fredbear's Family Diner. The diner featured two amphropromorphic animal characters; Fredbear and Springbonnie. The characters could double as both animatronics and as mascot costumes, these types of characters are known as springlock suits.

•An unknown amount of time passed and the brand started to expand thanks to it's popularity. Soon a sister location called Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, featuring five new characters; Golden Freddy, Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy, opened.

•As the brand increased in popularity William and Henry got a TV show deal to promote the new restaurant, leading to Fredbear and Friends. The show featured the cast from Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

•The week leading up to William Afton's youngest son Evan Afton's birthday his older brother Michael Afton bullied him relentlessly, scaring him with a Foxy mask. Evan Afton had nightmares every night that week. (Note: according to the Survival Logbook it was Michael who had nightmares so its possible this specific part happened after Evan was bitten as a guilt thing. If we take another theory I had into account then it's Afton punishing Michael instead.(

•On Evan Afton's birthday Michael and his friends decided to take the bullying a bit further, dragging him over to the main stage and throwing him into the Fredbear animatronic's mouth. This resulted in The Bite of '83 and left Evan comatose for a few days.

•In Evan Afton's final moments his brother Michael apologised to him for everything he'd done, followed by William promising he'd put Evan back together. Shortly afterwards Evan flatlined

Misc - Springlock Failures

•At an unknown time at some point during Fredbear's being open there were multiple simultaneous springlock failures, resulting in the deaths of atleast two employees. These employees went on to become Shadow Freddy and RWQFSFASXC. Fredbear's Family Diner closed down shortly after.

1983-1987 [Turtle Crusher + Security Puppet]

•After the closing of Fredbear's Family Diner William Afton began work on a new batch of animatronics which he dubbed the Funtime animatronics. They were designed with the express purpose of kidnapping children.

•Circus Baby's Pizza World opened to the public and William Afton's daughter Elizabeth Afton snuck away despite his warnings to stay away from Circus Baby. Unfortunately she ended up becoming a victim to Circus Baby, going on to possess Circus Baby. The restaurant was immediately closed down and William claimed this to be due to gas leaks.

•After the closing of Circus Baby's Pizza World the animatronics initially planned to perform there were moved to an underground rental facility known as Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rental. From then on they became available to rent out for private parties.

•After all of the tragedies occurring in the restaurants Henry Emily created a new animatronic called the Security Puppet to monitor his daughter and keep her safe. It was featured in Freddy Fazbear's Pizza and watched over the children.

•One day Henry's Daughter Charlotte Emily was locked outside of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, the Security Puppet unable to reach her. William Afton happened to be passing by and he committed a drive-by murder, killing Charlie and leaving her body in the alleyway next to Freddy's. The Security Puppet eventually managed to get outside but by then it was too late, and the robot could do nothing but hug Charlie's body as it broke down in the rain.

1987-1993 [SAVE THEM + Give Gifts Give Life + Fnaf 2]

•Freddy Fazbear's Pizza reopened with new and improved animatronics and a new restauarant. Originally the older animatronics were going to be retrofitted but they were deemed to ugly to reuse, the company instead opting to create a new batch of robots called the Toy animatronics. These characters were made to be as kid friendly and safe as possible.

•One day William Afton donned the old Springbonnie suit from Fredbear's Family Diner and lured 5 children into a back room, killing them. Charlie, now possesing the Puppet, then stuffed the bodies into the old animatronics and resurrected them.

•William Afton was taken in by the police for questioning but he avoided conviction as the children's bodies were never found.

•Thanks to William Afton's recent meddling the animatronics all began to act aggressive towards adults, one of the adults being the night guard Jeremy Fitzgerald. After his first week on the job Jeremy was switched to the dayshift position, being bitten by one of the animatronics in The Bite of '87.

•The new Toy animatronics were all scrapped after the Bite of '87 and the new Freddy Fazbear's Pizza closed down.

[silverybeast]

COEVAL

(Realized I never shared this here. Better late than never!)

My graduation exhibition piece; a symbolic, personal piece of my relationship with my childhood peers.

I wrote a small essay to go with this piece, read under cut.

COEVAL - a twisted memory

[text written in 2021]

note: this text discusses/mentions bullying, abuse, and sexual trauma.

I started it over a year ago, in a sense. I made a simple sketch to visualize an idea born of frustration and spite. A very obviously sexual sketch; I was going for a less surreal and more explicit scene.

That sketch was discarded as I was almost immediately unhappy with it, but I fully intended to try again at some point. I wanted to get this out of my system.

'Coeval' is a personal piece. It is a symbolic portrayal of the relationship I had with many of my childhood peers, but also the emotional violence I see, while not directed at me, directed at people like me on a regular basis.

At the core of it, there is my experience of being pushed aside, silenced, made into something less than a person. For me, it was subtle, and took years to even realize had really happened. Here, I confront it.

It makes me angry that I can consider myself fortunate that I never was physically abused, or outright insulted to my face. Years later I've dealt with social anxiety and depression that at least in part were caused by my experiences with my childhood peers; and I got away easy.

Of all the little things, the actions that hurt the most came from 'fellow' girls. The ones who on the surface were my friends, but ultimately isolated me from their company, or who only came to me for company as a last resort. No one ever said outright that they don't want to be around me. Instead, I was almost always the last one without a partner for a group project. The last one to be picked when choosing teams in PE. As we got older, I was invited to fewer and fewer birthday parties (and to my knowledge, I was the only one publicly confronted and criticized for limiting the number of people I invited to mine). As a child, I was never anyone's first choice of companion. I was at, or at the very least near, the bottom of the pecking order in my primary—and most of the time, only—peer group. What makes it all the more messy, the one whose words and actions hurt the most is also the one whom I considered my best friend for years. Few want to acknowledge that it's the people closest to us that can cause the most pain, or how such experiences will inevitably affect all similarly close relationships from that point onward.

I remember trying to fit in, to be friendly, to follow the unwritten rules of the group. To be palatable and smooth out every bit of me that garnered a reaction. I felt stifled, so I hid myself. The loneliness hurt. It still does, as here is a major reason I struggle with connecting to people.

I often felt that people only were interested in my company when they wanted something from me.

For much of my formative years, experience taught me that asserting myself as a person with my own wants and ideas brought me ridicule and disdain, particularly from girls and women. That being alone and ignored hurt less than being paid attention to.

I was never beaten, or outright verbally attacked. I was given looks. People would say or do things that at a surface level were friendly, but felt like jokes at my expense, or like I was being poked with a stick to see how I would react. Over time it gradually shifted to people acting like I was not there. Hell, I suffered a concussion once, and not a single classmate present checked in on me during or after the ordeal. (disclaimer: The school nurse said it was likely a mild concussion, but I did hit my head hard enough to black out for a moment, and had a headache for the rest of the day. Funtimes.)

Years after I left it all behind, social settings, particularly unfamiliar ones, are a source of anxiety. Trusting people is difficult; any kind of interpersonal relationships are a struggle to form and maintain. And I am terrified of rejection. I'm much better than I was, but no doubt this is something that will follow me in some capacity to my grave.

'Coeval' is a self-indulgent piece.

I like exploring seemingly conflicting themes and elements. The conjunction of eroticism and horror is one such combination that draws me in, both aspects speaking to a carnal part of a person, and together, they create something intoxicating.

For a myriad of reasons, such themes are not for everyone, I am well aware of that. But for me, and I know this is true for others as well, it brings catharsis I can't find elsewhere.

When I was most lonely and hurt, fiction was my escape from reality. Lighthearted stories lifted my spirits, and dark, messy stories about hurt people healing and finding comfort in each other made me feel less broken. They affirmed hope that no matter how bad it gets, there's a way up, that there will be someone who understands and cares.

At a point, I was introduced to the idea of sexualizing one's trauma, particularly sexual trauma, as a means to cope with and process what has happened. I was fascinated with the idea, but didn't think of it as something applicable to myself. Not until I realized the connection between my childhood experiences and and my fascination with fictitious depictions of women as perpetrators of violence.

For most of my life, my average experience with a boy/man was neutral. I was not on their radar, so they mostly ignored me. But with girls and women, the bad experiences stand out, and genuine friendships have been a rare experience.

I crave for female antagonists. Alas, they awfully often boil down to misogynistic tropes or gender essentialist stereotypes; or they receive only a fraction of the care and nuance male counterparts get. Account in personal tastes in genres and character archetypes, and you're left with a headache.

The idea of a woman's intimacy being dangerous or painful is something that has been sitting in the back of my mind for a long time. Years ago, I drafted a short comic heavily focused on that theme. That snippet of a story never came to fruition, largely due to it being something I was not ready to share, but also because I feared the reception.

I am not a well-known person by any standard, and as such, have evaded targeted malice for my more niche or taboo work. But I've seen the attitudes directed at many others who share and explore the painful parts of their past through fiction. It is not pretty.

Still, I am of the mind that this kind of art has a place. it is not meant for everyone, but that doesn't mean it shouldn't exist.

My piece is about me, and for me. It is merely shared with you. And just as the depiction is violence is a visual stand-in for the emotional and psychological hurt placed on me, the sensual intimacy is a twisted exaggeration of the at times genuine kinship I felt with my peers. It is important.

'Coeval' is about claiming something as mine. I dictate the narrative here, not anyone else. What people choose to see in it is ultimately irrelevant.

'Coeval' is mine. But if it speaks to you, that is good.

[roughtimeminicomics]

The Fazbear House (A FNaF/Owl House Crossover AU)

Welp I did another thing. I might as well just be called the AU Master because DEAR GOD do I have a lot under my belt.

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Cast Roles/Swaps: (NOTE: These castings are who I think would fit personality/design wise. THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO with FNaF shipping. Or these are just for fun. Just roll with it.) —---------------------------------------------------------

Luz: Charlotte/The Puppet

Amity: Elizabeth Afton/Circus Baby

Willow: Funtime Foxy

Gus: Bonnie

Eda: Chica

King: Freddle

Lilith: Toy Chica

Mrs. Noceda: Roxanne Wolf

Vee: Mangle

Belos: Springtrap/William Afton

Caleb: Henry

Hunter: Golden Freddy/The Crying Child

Odelia: Ballora

Alador: Funtime Freddy

Raine: Withered Bonnie

Darius: Monty Gator

The Collector: Vanny/Vanessa

King’s Dad/Titan: Nightmare Fredbear

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Story: Charlotte (aka Charlie) Titere is an introverted but creative child. Because of that, she delves into the stories of fictional characters from her favorite stories of Flora the Good Witch. After an incident at her junior high school (involving her pet project in animatronics) making a small ruckus, Mrs. Roxanna Titere decided it may be best for Charlie to go to a summer camp to help her get more connected with others. 

Charlie obviously didn’t want to go but didn’t really have a say in the matter. So while she waited for the bus, she sadly placed her book in the garbage. But only after a few seconds, she decided that was stupid and went to grab the book, only to see a little yellow chicken-like creature grabbing the book. The two stared at each other for a little until the creature sped out of there, causing a chase to ensue. Charlie ran and ran to catch the creature, following it to what looked like an abandoned pizzeria. She entered the old building, seeing the creature fly down a hallway, which Charlie followed. She jumped to catch the creature at the end of the hallway, but crashed into what seemed to be the security office… but instead flew into a purple and yellow wormhole. Charlie flew through the portal until she ended up in a strange place. She looked around what seemed to be a stall of some kind. She exits to see an older woman selling random junk from her hometown, calling it treasure. But she was relieved to see that her book hadn’t been sold yet. She grabbed and turned to leave but the portal she came in from had disappeared. The older woman finally noticed the frightened human and immediately closed up shop to talk with the child. Eventually they would learn each other's names, the older woman being Chida, and she was what she claimed “The Rotting Isle’s Greatest Criminal.” And well, eventually Charlie would come to live with Chida, and even attend Hexlock, the school for the young witches here…

And well, the story goes from there.

(This is an AU I hope to build WAY more of story/design wise. So uh yeah! I hope you all like the concepts! Also bios and what not will come out with the designs. Hope yall don't mind the non-Transformers content as well!)

[notepadsandtealeaves]

Team Karasuno in: Snow Day? Snow Day!!

Winter Wonderland Series

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↠ Requested By: The spirit of the season?? Idk man lol… ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW winter-funtimes fluff ((but my blog’s 18+, so if minors want to consume my sfw stuff while still respecting my wishes of them staying out of this space, they can head over to my AO3)) ↠ Chronology: Post time skip ↠ CWs: None ↠ Betas? Nah, we don’t do that here. ↠ Total WC: 1.7k~

This is just a lil something I wanted to do for the holidays. It’s nothing major, just some short(ish, because lbr, this is me we’re talking about here lmao) HCs about our volleybae’s seasonal/holiday habits. Speaking of which—this isn’t Christmas-specific, so no worries if that’s not your holiday of choice.

I’ll be doing this for all of the major teams, which means things may get a bit repetitive, but I’ve done my best to (hopefully) avoid that.

But anyways! I’ve gone on long enough. I’ll leave you to read (and hopefully) enjoy…

|| A Snow Day, You Say??

❄ Note: The sections that have their name in bold font are what I imagine to be their default setting.

❄ 2 Hyped Crew

Lives for snow days, absolutely cannot wait for them. Probably knew this was coming even before the meteorologist and has been planning accordingly lol. Definitely May or may not have taken the day off for this. Has all the fixings ready to go—from cold weather gear to warm drinks and things you probably never knew you needed but totally do, they’ve got you covered.

Asahi A. | C. Ennoshita ((dude’s always had his shit together, tbh)) | Daichi S. | H. Yachi ((between her fear of potentially losing an extremity to frostbite and her natural love of planning this isn’t exactly surprising)) | I. Takeda ((definitely a planner, it’s the teacher in him lol)) | K. Narita ((out of all the people listed here he’s probably the most chill about it lol)) | K. Sugawara ((ngl, he’s the kind that’ll wake you up at some ungodly because he’s just that hyped)) | Kiyoko S. | S. Hinata | Saeko T. ((not so much on the preparedness tip, but her enthusiasm for snow days is unmatched)) | T. Yamaguchi ((he absolutely LOVES the snow, so much so that he’d been tracking the cold front for damn near a week before it landed lmao)) | Y. Nishinoya

❄ It Snowing??

Somehow wasn’t aware that it was going to snow at all, despite the season… and the forecast… and your excited babbles beforehand. Still, they’re more than willing to get out there with you and enjoy the day.

Daichi S. ((look, being a cop is tiring/hard, okay, so sometimes stuff slips his notice)) | H. Kinoshita ((not oblivious as much as he’s just indifferent to it all lol)) | K. Sugawara ((tho he has no idea how he managed to be so oblivious to this when he teaches small children)) | K. Ukai ((I’m sorry, but this man can be unobservant af lol)) | R. Tanaka | T. Kageyama ((I love Kags, I swear I do, but he just gives me Wii Store Music vibes lmao; honey doesn’t know what’s going on like 67% of the time))

❄ Yeah, but Snow’s Gross Tho :/

Did not know and-or does not care that today’s a snow day. They’re not overly fond of colder temperatures in general so adding snow to the mix is… not ideal to say the least. Still, they love the hell out of you, and said love will see them braving the elements—just don’t expect them to like it. ((spoiler: they end up enjoying it more than either of you expected if for no other reason than they like spending time with you.))

K. Tsukishima ((stubborn as all hell, will not bend on this… well until you give him The Eyes™, anyway)) | R. Tanaka ((don’t ask me why, but he just gives me the vibe that he doesn’t like being too cold; won’t bitch about it tho because that’s not ~manly~)) | T. Kageyama ((absolutely hates the way the cold effects his fingers, i.e. the stiffness; he’ll do everything in his power to try and convince you to stay inside with him lol))

|| Playing Outside Gives You So Much More Room for Activities

❄ A Battle for the (Ice) Ages

They have only two words for you:

Snowball War.

And they do mean war, btw. This isn’t just some happy-funtimes tossing of snowballs. They want to absolutely pulverize the opposition, so you had better hope that you end up on their team for your own sake lmao. Goes all the way in, naturally. Builds a fort, makes a stockpile of snowballs (regulation, per your demands), and pulls everyone in the neighborhood—hell even those outside of it, if they can manage it—into the madness. Definitely calls up all of your friends to join in the fun as well.

Daichi S. ((definitely Pied Piper’s the neighborhood kids into this mess we don’t call him ‘Dadchi’ for nothing lol, tho he goes a bit easy on them, naturally)) | H. Kinoshita ((generally he is calm and collected, but he's also a part of this team so…)) | I. Takeda ((potentially a semi-hot take, but look me in the eye and tell me that this man doesn’t have a feral streak, I dare you)) | K. Sugawara | K. Tsukishima ((but like only if he’s feeling extra salty lol)) | K. Ukai ((if he’s feeling saucy/isn’t too tired from work)) | T. Kageyama ((will blast a kid in the face with a snowball with absolutely no remorse)) | S. Hinata ((he’s the one that hits Kags in retaliation for blasting said kid, a fistfight ensues, Sho wins but only because the kid helps him lmao)) | Saeko T. ((ngl, she’s here purely to cause discord lmao; will also team up with her little bro and Noya to wreck shop)) | Y. Nishinoya ((this cute lil ball of energy has absolutely NO chill…)) | R. Tanaka ((a bit more chill about it than Noya, but that’s not saying much lol; he’s still gonna do some damage))

❄ The Chill Ones™

These folks have a bit more chill about things. They aren’t opposed to a good snowball fight, but they’re not going to go to the same extremes as the others. They’re pretty much down to do whatever, tbh. You want to make snow angels? Cool, leggo. Perhaps you’d rather sit back and watch the snowfall, maybe even catch a few of the frozen flakes on your tongue? They’re all about it. Hell, even if you wanted to attempt to make a sentient snowman via some dark arts type ish, they are 100% down. They’re here for it/you.

Asahi. A ((he definitely uses the cold as an excuse to keep you close)) | C. Ennoshita | Daichi S. | H. Kinoshita | H. Yachi ((tho she’d admittedly rather have a plan in place, she’s noticed that since meeting you her anxieties aren’t nearly so bad as they once were)) | K. Narita ((this dude’s vibes are immaculate, tbh, we love to see it)) | K. Ukai ((we’ve all seen how chill this dude can be, he has that ish down to a science, truly, so it is hardly surprising that this is his default state)) | K. Sugawara ((doesn’t really care what you get into, tbh, he just wants to spend some time with his baby)) | Kiyoko S. | S. Hinata ((once you let him burn off a good chunk of his energy he’s surprisingly chill)) | T. Yamaguchi

❄ Hates the Cold, Loves You

These are the people that would much rather be enjoying the snow from behind the warm comfort of a window, and yet somehow you managed to get them outside anyways. Much like the abovementioned group, they’re here for you, ultimately, so whatever it is you want to do is what’s being done. May or may not gripe a bit—it really just depends on how cold they are lol—but not to the point where they make you feel guilty. After all it was their decision to accompany you, and if you’re just going to make a day of it, it may as well be a good one, yanno?

((Side note: pls be kind and periodically take them in to warm up/grab a snack, and don’t keep them out too long. In some cases there’s a v. good reason why they’re not overly fond of cold weather, and it’s due in large part to how it affects them physically.))

K. Tsukishima ((he’s gonna bitch for the first little bit, but as he starts to loosen up you’ll notice that his bids to go back inside disappear altogether; don’t comment on it tho, or he’ll start back up just to mess with you lol)) | R. Tanaka | T. Kageyama

❄ That Good Rom-Com Experience

This lot totally wants that Hallmark rom-com experience. Expect to run through all of the classic tropes—from those cute/sweet lil nose nuzzling kisses to holding hands while you lazily drift around the rink to legit frolicking through the snow, you’re gonna do it all.

Definitely takes a grip of pictures/vids for the Gram, complete with sweet lil captions; they are absolutely gonna rub your cuteness in the internet’s collective face with a slew of Couple’s Goals-esque posts lol.

Asahi A. ((he’s gonna want to hit up some fun outdoor events, esp. ones showcasing ice art and the like, and the resulting pics will be *chef’s kiss*)) | C. Ennoshita ((he is so damn sweet about the whole thing; he’s not super into social media, but he won’t mind if you wanna put up the pics on your accounts)) | H. Yachi ((this girl is hella soft for you; she can be a bit camera shy so majority of your pics involve her burying her face against you ;n;)) | I. Takeda ((this is probably the more standard experience with him; dude gives me those good storybook romance vibes and I am SO here for it)) | K. Narita | K. Sugawara | K. Tsukishima ((he hate’s social media with a weirdly intense passion—well aside from Twitter b/c he loves that particular brand of drama lol—but will still insist that you post about your date on your accounts)) | Kiyoko S. ((what can she say—you make her soft 💖, tho like Ennoshita she’s not too big on social media in general)) | R. Tanaka ((will push past his disdain for the snow to Do It For You; seeing your smile makes the small bit of discomfort more than worth it)) | S. Hinata | Saeko T. ((she absolutely loves showing her baby off, so expect to take a grip of pictures; her favorites always get printed out and pinned to the memory board that she keeps over her bed—bless ;n;)) | T. Kageyama ((lbr, this man’s socials are like 60% volleyball stuff, 40% you)) | T. Yamaguchi ((this precious bby stay droppin’ cute couple pics on all his socials)) | Y. Nishinoya ((what he lacks in chill, he makes up for in, well being really fucking cute lol; so many pics, many of them blurred because he’s usually in the middle of kissing you/pinching your cheek/backflipping over a snowman))

No matter your chosen beau or belle, or how the day plays out, it’ll always end the same: the pair of you curled up together under a blanket, warm drinks in hand to chase away the chill from your bones, and a smile on your lips and you bask in the afterglow of a snow day well spent.

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