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#but that's part of life! draw fnaf and then wonder if you will draw more in the future
itsscromp · 4 months
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FNAF animatronics x reader
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A part 2 to the request which you can find here. This story is inspired by a story that me and my friend who i will credit also for the story did a couple nights ago. It was too adorable not to adapt, so here you guys go. Word count:1.4K
Heading home when 6am hit, you were continuously baffled as to how these animatronics were moving on their own. How they all have personalities and how they could understand you. what's more baffling is that they were protecting you. Not hurting you like those thieves.
So once you got home and rested for a bit, you began to do some research on the place, Learning that 5 kids went missing back in the 80s and the place was shut down because of it. But why did Steven keep you in the dark on that ?? But then you came across something, finding some Reddit forums, theorizing that the kids that went missing, possess the respected animatronics as for who they went to see. Jesus Christ this situation went deeper and deeper.
If these kids possess the animatronics, then chances are they can be able to communicate somehow, You remember from your grandma that before we learned to speak, pictures were windows to our feelings and words, so maybe being able to draw to communicate with them would be a way to talk to them.
Heading back to the pizzeria, you headed inside, this time with a notepad and some pencils. Going to your office and switching on the power, the place buzzed with life once again. Going back to the main entrance you began to draw some scenarios to show them. The first one is you holding hands with them, to indicate that you wanted to be friends with them.
Once you finished with the drawing you then went to the stage where the curtains were already drawn back. You took a deep breath and slowly walked up to the stage.
"Hey... I'm back" You tried to greet them. But they didn't move for a little while until you saw the cupcake on Chica's hand look at you, it started to shake. You immediately got scared as it then disappeared when you had your back turned, you looked around for it before feeling something grasp your ankle, it was the cupcake.
"Gaah !!!" You tried to kick it off... but slowly realised it wasn't biting down real hard. It was more like a puppy's playbite. Chica then saw the cupcake and walked over, retrieving it back to her hand. With that the other animatronics came to life, all looking at you. Happy to see you again.
"Hey..." You chuckled softly as your ankle was freed from the clutches of Mr cupcake as you nicknamed him. Freddy walked up to you and wrapped his arms around you, He missed you as did the others.
"Thanks, Freddy" You felt fuzzy on the inside for how sweet they were all being right now. You then pulled out the drawing that you made and showed it to them. "We can be friends... Yeah ??"
They all looked at the drawing briefly before Foxy was the first to nod his head eagerly. "Woah woah careful there" You chuckled as he was getting a little dizzy. Bonnie had a great idea as he was waving his arms to get your attention.
"What is it, Bonnie ??" You looked up at him. He began to hide his face behind his hands and reappear. "You want to play peek a boo ??" He shook his head no and tried again. "Oh, you wanna play hide and seek ??" He nodded at you, the others all agreeing to play.
"Ok... I'll count, you guys go hide ok ??" You then covered your eyes and began counting. "1... 2... 3..."
You could hear their clunky footsteps as they tried to scramble to their hiding places, Foxy picking Pirate's Cove easily, Bonnie then picked the supply closet. Chica then chose the kitchen. Freddy... He hid right in front of you, covering his eyes thinking if he couldn't see you, you couldn't see him. "8...9...10 !! ready or not here I come !!" You looked around and then saw Freddy in front of you, It took every ounce of you not to giggle at the sight.
"Hmmm, I wonder where Freddy could be ??" You pretended to sound curious as you began to look around the pizzeria, Before sneaking up in front of him and then booping his nose, making it squeak. "Found you, Freddy !!" You smiled
He looked at you with such fond eyes, he held out his hand for a high five from you, which you gladly did. "Come on, let's go find the others." You said as you two began to look for the others, You found Chica soon after, with Mr cupcake ankle biting you again. Freddy then found Bonnie in the supply closet. Now it was just Foxy left, You all looked high and low for him, where could he be. But then you heard some creaking of floorboards on Pirate's Cove, So you snuck to the stage and then swung the curtains open, finding him. "That was an excellent hiding spot Foxy" You smiled as he stepped off the stage, Moving his ears excitedly. He then looked around and then found a pirate hat and placed it on your head. "You wanna play Pirates ??" He moved his ears and mouth excitedly, yes he wants to play Pirates.
"Yarrr, then come along me loyal crew, We be seeking a treasure to find !!" You pointed to the prize stand of the arcade. "But first, a hearty crew needs a hearty ship, Off we go !!!" You and the others began to build the "boat" out of tables and chairs from around the Pizzeria, You rushed into the supply closet and brought back a table cloth to act as a sail, it was by far the most amazing boat in all of animatronic pirate history.
"Onwards me mateys !!" You pointed forward as they began to pretend to do what a pirate does around the ship, as the loyal captain, you began to sing a shanty. "Yarr harr fiddle dee tee, being a pirate is alright with me, do what you want cause a pirate is free. You are a pirate." You turned to Foxy with a smile as he moved his mouth up and down as if singing along with the shanty. "You are a pirate, we got us a map. To lead us to a hidden box that's all locked up with locks and buried deep away. We'll dig up the box, we know it's full of precious booty. First, open the locks and then we'll say hooray !!!" You cheered. Mr cupcake meanwhile acted as the Kraken of the ocean. "Yarr me matey's, we got ourselves a Kraken on the loose, fire the cannons !!!"
Bonnie and chica threw plushies at Mr cupcake as to act as cannonballs, It was working. It was slowing it down. But they were running out of cannonballs fast. Freddy then made the noble sacrifice of then attacking the Kraken cupcake head on.
"No Freddy !!!" The others were shocked as he then fell to the ground, It was done. The Kraken was stopped but at what cost !!!. You all gathered around him and tried to help him. "Yarr... I believe there maybe something that can work. The power of friendship." You wrapped your arms around him as did the others, And with much friendship, Freddy was back !!!.
"Ahoy their matey !!!, Ye be back from Davey Jones's locker !!" You smiled, booping his nose again, making it squeak. And then the grand reward, You all made it to the treasure !!!!. "Ahh, A fine treasure for a fine crew."
You jumped over the counter and looked around. Finding some well-deserved treasure. "A crown for the lovely chica" You smiled as you placed the crown on her head. "And then we have this amazing guitar for Bonnie" You inflated the inflatable guitar and handed it to Bonnie, which he strummed it. "A trophy for the brave Freddy" You handed him the Freddy Fazbear trophy. "And a gold chain for foxy, as every pirate needs" You smiled placing the chain around his neck, But where was your treasure they thought. "Yarr me treasure is me crew, That's all I need in this pirate life" You smiled as you all brought them in for a group hug. This was easily the best night of your life.
But unfortunately, 6am rung on your watch. It was time to go home. The animatronics looked at you sadly. They didn't want you to go home.
"Hey... It's ok, I'll be back soon, don't you worry" You reassured them. "I had a lot of fun tonight" You smiled at them, and they all looked at you with the kindest eyes possible. Picking up your bag and then heading out the door, you waved at them goodbye as did they.
You had so much fun with them, You may even have the best job in the world.
A/N: Mr cupcake is an ankle biter I know it.
Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board
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riahlynn101 · 6 months
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Whumptober: FNAF - Day One: Drugging
(Starting off easy, light whump).
Trigger warnings: Non-Consensual drug use, implied/referenced death, children being harmed (implied).
Takes place in the FNAF movie universe.
Characters: Vanessa, Mike, William, with some mentions of the missing children and Garrett.
Note: I already know everything in this will be proven wrong when the movie comes out on the 27th, but I hope you all enjoy this anyway :D!!
Implied (future) Schmelly (Mike Schmidt x Vanessa Shelly) near the end.
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The days following Garrett’s death were...hard. 
Michael could vaguely recall wandering the halls of his house, half-dazed, and on the rare chance he was forced to venture outside (back to school, to help out at the diner, or to help run errands), he stuck to the shadows, head bowed, and never, ever smiling. 
Harder still when his mother-breaking free from her catatonic state-decided she no longer wished to be a part of their family and fled in the middle of the day while everyone else was gone. She left just a single note dotted with water-stained marks. 
But life pushed on. If his mother’s absence hurt his father, he never said a word about it. And, after a couple of weeks, it was as if she’d never existed. All her possessions pushed to the back of their stuffy attic, just like….
The diner was closed down as well, which put a bit of a damper on his father’s usual jovial mood. It wasn’t due to lack of business, even with the incident, the towns folk routinely visited the little restaurant. There just wasn’t anything else to do (and the incident hadn’t happened to one of their children). 
Michael actually wasn’t quite sure what caused his father to shut down the location. He also never asked. He preferred not to speak anymore. Using his voice took too much energy, and there just wasn’t a reason to do so anymore. 
Besides his father, there was no one else that wanted to talk to him. 
His mother used to call him a chatterbox. Michael would follow her around the house prattling on and on about his newest drawing. He liked to point out the bright colors he used, the lines he painstakingly drew, and the backstory he came up with for the character while drawing. His mother rarely spared him a glance, moving about the house while doing chores. Michael’s father was much the same, though he would occasionally throw him a boon. (The red animatronic fox currently performing on the tiny stage to his right is proof enough of that). But Garrett….Garrett loved to listen to him talk. He would sit with Michael for hours on end, asking for more pictures. 
Michael hunches further over the table, a drawing pad in front of him. His father doesn’t trust him to stay home alone anymore, so he’s forced to come here after school. He hates it. The lights are too bright, the pizza tastes like cardboard, and everyone is way too loud. But saying anything about it means Michael has to talk to his father, and he has no energy left to argue. 
It’s the beginning of summer, so the restaurant is filled to the brim with families. He just barely got his usual booth. Thankfully, since it’s out of view of the animatronics’ performance, no one bothers him. 
The booth is closer to the hallway leading to the parts and service room than the stages. He prefers it only because people don’t wander over to him very often. Though, he hates sitting so close to the hallway. He always feels like he’s being watched.
Suddenly, a glass full of chocolate milkshake is placed down in front of him. Michael glances up at his father. “What?” He asks, remembering (just barely) to keep the sass out of his tone. He had been in the middle of drawing his millionth rendition of a warped-version of the Fredbear animatronic. 
(Sometimes he wonders where it is now. His father never brought it up, but it’s his life’s work. Surely he didn’t just throw it out. But then again…it was the thing that inadvertently caused Garrett’s death. Michael ignores the wave of guilt that crashes over him.)
His father laughs, ruffling Michael’s hair. “Sorry, didn’t know you were busy. Thought maybe you would like a milkshake, but if you really don’t want it…” He trails off, reaching for the glass. 
“No. I do want it,” Michael insists, grabbing the cup. “Sorry,” he mutters, bowing his head. 
His father tsks. “It’s been a hard couple of years, Mikey, but we’ve made it through. I promise it’ll get better. Much better.” His father pats his head and moves along. 
Michael gives a muted smile at his drawing pad. His father was never one for affection, and the last two years have felt like a decade, but maybe he’s right. Maybe things can get better. 
He continues drawing, occasionally stopping to take a drink of the milkshake. It’s one of his favorites and not something his father allows him to have very often. Though, through the chocolate he can taste something a little bitter. Michael thinks of not finishing it, but the allure of his favorite drink is too much to resist. Besides, he reasons, slurping it down, it’s probably nothing. 
He finishes up his drawing just as Freddy and the gang power-up for their umpteenth performance for the day. Michael yawns, feeling a wave of sudden tiredness pass over him. He looks around. The diner is less full now. Children are still crowded around the stage, but there’s less of them than before. There’s even less adults. The ones that remain sit on the opposite side of the diner chatting with their friends. 
Out of the corner of his eye, Michael sees something greenish-yellow move. He turns his head to look, but the room starts to spin. He rapidly blinks, hoping the action might help him wake up a little. 
It doesn’t. 
Michael slumps in his seat. His mouth feels strangely dry, and he has to fight to stay upright. “H-h-h…” he tries his best to get out. The words feel stuck in his throat, far beyond his reach. His tongue is suddenly too large for his mouth. 
Michael looks around, but no one seems to pay him any mind. The kids’ cheers cover up his pathetic calls for help. 
His eyes land on the opening to the hallway. Spring Bonnie-one of the original duo from Fredbear’s Family Diner-stands in the doorway. The rabbit, costume worn and frayed in some places, raises a comically large paw. It waves at Michael. 
In a last ditch effort to get help, he sticks his arm out. Distantly, he hears his sketchbook thud on the floor. No one even looks his way, too preoccupied in their own little worlds. Michael’s world tilts to the side, and then, all he knows is darkness. 
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At eight-years-old, Vanessa knows two things for certain. 
One, if given the option, one should always choose strawberry milk over regular milk. 
And two, her twin brother is an idiot. 
Their parents allowed them the freedom to come to the restaurant unsupervised with the caveat that they remember the golden rule: don’t talk to strangers. A rule her brother evidently forgot the minute their parents were no longer in view, because all it took for her brother to break it was a large rabbit. In a way, it kind of reminds her of Bonnie. Both are bunnies with large ears and cute little noses, but that’s where the similarities end. While Bonnie is a blueish purple (depending on the light), the rabbit chatting with her brother is an ugly yellow. There are rips in the costume, and she briefly wonders where the restaurant had been hiding the hideous thing. 
She vaguely remembers another restaurant across town. But Spring Bonnie looked nothing like this rag-tag worn down thing. Besides, everyone knows the owner sold that restaurant after what happened to his son. 
“C’mon, ‘Ness,” her brother says, smiling brightly at her. He rejoins her at their booth, which holds all their prizes from the prize corner, their leftover Faztokens, and some of their plushies that they brought from home. On the opposite side of the restaurant, lurking in the shadows, the ugly-rabbit-thing waits for her brother. “We can eat all the pizza we could possibly want-”
“We can do that out here,” she interrupts, feeling a little uneasy. “Mom and dad left us with some money.”
“Yeah, but-but Spring Bonnie said there’s a surprise he wants to show us. Just us, ‘Ness, please.”
Vanessa shakes her head. “Mom said we shouldn’t talk to strangers, and I have a bad feeling about this. Please, maybe we should just go home.”
Her brother scoffs. “Goody-goody.” He stomps off back to that thing.
She puffs out her cheeks, frustrated with her stupid, dumb-dumb brother. “Fine!” She yells, though it’s hard to hear over the obnoxious kiddie music. Vanessa turns back to their table, tamping down her apprehension at the situation. 
She cleans up their table, stuffing their prizes and plushies into each of their backpacks. Vanessa ought to leave his stuff at the table, teach him a lesson, but she knows her brother. And if any of his plushies get stolen she’ll never hear the end of it. 
Slinging a backpack over each shoulder, Vanessa makes her way to one of the booths closer to the hallway. She slides onto the seat. It’s not ideal, but she can’t go home until her brother comes back. And she can’t go watch the performance, because she can’t stop worrying. 
Someone coughs. Well, less coughs and more sputters for air. 
Curiously, Vanessa peers over the table top. She sits on her knees, leaning over the table. “Hello…? I’m sorry, I didn’t realize this table was taken. I can move.”
The person-a boy, a little older than her-lays sprawled out on the plastic seat of the booth. He continues to gasp for air, fingers twitching and eyelids fluttering. 
Vanessa sits back, unsure of what to do. Her parents taught her what to do in case she caught on fire, what to do if someone tried to bribe her to get into their car, and a whole host of other things. Things that won’t help her now. Except…wait!
She hops to her feet. “Stay there, I’ll be right back!” Vanessa might not understand what’s happening, but she doesn’t need to. All she needs to do is find a phone.
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William stuffs the Spring Bonnie costume into the trunk of his car. It would be a pain in the ass to scrub the fabric free of blood later, but he doesn’t have the luxury of time right now. Someone called the police already. He can hear the screeching sirens in the distance. Time for him to get gone. 
He heads back into the pizzeria once more. Stepping around overly-energetic children, and worried parents who can’t find their kids, William makes his way over to his son. 
While Michael might be the cause of his wife leaving and Garrett dying, he is still William’s son. Through and through he is an Afton, and it’s for that reason that Michael is coming with him. 
He reaches the tiny booth, nestled away from the others. Drugging Michael was only so he could more easily sneak the kids out of the main dining area. He would have hated for his son to be a witness. 
For all Michael’s faults, the boy is actually quite intelligent. Even if he didn’t immediately recognize William behind the mask, he’d eventually put the pieces together. 
It was better for everyone that Michael remained asleep. 
“Come along, Michael. Time to go-” He gazes upon his son. “M-Michael…?” William furrows his brows. His son twitches in his sleep, gasping for air. He gently soothes back Michael’s sweaty bangs off his face. His son’s skin burns under his hand. 
Uh, oh, that can’t be good.
Maybe the dosage he’d given Michael was higher than he thought. He only meant to knock him out for a couple of hours. He wheezes again, spittle starts to leak from the corner of his mouth. 
“No, no, this isn’t good. Michael, wake up now. I need you to wake up,” William murmurs, shaking him lightly. “I need you to breathe.”
Michael hardly responds, beyond a small twitch of his head and a quiet groan. 
Worry pools in his gut. 
The sirens sound closer now, and he needs to be long gone before they get here. He makes a split-second decision. 
“I’m sorry, Michael. But I promise, one day, we’ll meet again.” He places his son back onto the seat. Gently, he combs his fingers through his son’s dark curls. He slinks back into the shadows, opting to take the backdoor out of the pizzeria. 
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Vanessa chews at her bottom lip, watching the paramedics hurry into the building. They look mildly confused at first, so she directs them to the booth where she found the sickly-looking boy. 
He’s still there, and she doesn’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. The paramedics move him to the floor, one of them stays hunched over him. The other, an older woman with graying blonde hair, turns to Vanessa. 
“Hey, you were the one that called us, right?”
She nods. 
“You did a very brave thing. Is it alright if I ask you some questions?”
“Uh, huh.”
“Okay, thank you. Uh…do you know his,” she gestures over to the boy, “name?”
Vanessa shakes her head. “No, I just found him there. I think I’ve seen him around here, but I don’t…uh…I don’t remember his name.” She steps from foot to foot. An old worry suddenly overtakes her. “Um…Miss…I- my brother. I can’t find him.” 
The paramedic frowns. “Oh, well that’s not good. I’m sure if you ask one of the nice police officers here, they’ll be able to help you.” She points to one of two police officers milling around the pizzeria. Vanessa hadn’t noticed them come in. 
Tears prick the corners of her eyes, and it’s all she can do to fight back sobs. She doesn’t know why, but seeing the police there makes everything feel too real, too adult. Like her brother being gone is serious and not just a stupid decision she can hold over his head for years to come. 
“Oh, honey,” the paramedic says, rubbing her shoulder. “It’ll be okay. Some other kids apparently went missing today as well, so I’m sure they’re just having fun somewhere else.”
Vanessa sniffles, wiping her eyes. “Real-really…?”
“Yes. Will you be okay to go tell one of the officers about your brother?”
Hesitatingly, she nods. 
“Brave girl.” The paramedic gives her one last pat on the head, before turning back to the boy. 
Vanessa ventures over to the police, hope blooming in her chest. Her brother will be just fine. 
Later, after they all learn that the children weren’t, in fact, somewhere else having fun. Vanessa will cling to her mother’s dress, guilt gnawing at her. The what-ifs and has-beens running through her mind. In between snotty tears and quiet sniffles, she’ll spot a leather bound book - no larger than a notebook or diary. It will be laying all alone, forgotten, near the booth she had first found the boy in. Curious, Vanessa will grab it on their way out, tucking it into her backpack. For the next two decades, it will become her guide. The strange drawings and ramblings of the artist make her feel oddly vindicated - it makes her feel seen. 
It won’t be until Vanessa’s well into her twenties that she’ll meet the artist. It won’t be until even later that she’ll recognize the boy she saved all those years ago. 
And, without skipping a beat, Vanessa will think to herself:
Some things are just meant to be. 
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nebusokuxp · 3 months
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I remember the first day I watched game theory, I was around eight or nine. My best friend Asra had come over to hang out. Me and Asra loved fnaf, we had been obsessed since it came out. Watching dumb fan videos like circleteen, and I'm banana skits with the anamatronics as the cast. We even shipped the anamatronics, cut us some slack, we were really young when it first started.
And then we had just finished some video, i can't remember what it was. And then we saw an eye catching thumbnail in the next section
"Game theory: FNAF, The clue that SOLVES five nights at freddy's!"
Yep. The first theory me and my best friend watched, was dream theory. We were blown away, I mean we knew barebones lore at that time. And by bare bones I mean bare bones. We were so fascinated that we kept watching, clicking every video of his we could find.
Even after Asra left, I was still watching. And we never really stopped, as we got older we still watched, not just FNAF we watched all of them!
Of course, our FNAF hyperfixation ended eventually. But we didn't stop watching. We grew up but we didn't stop. In truth, I'm not sure if Asra watches him anymore, but whenever I'm drawing or sketching, I turn game theory on. Because I know il enjoy it, I know il love the theory regardless of how good the actual theory is.
I knew a lot of people didn't like Matpat. All the rumors of homophobia, transphobia, and probably more, I don't know about. I remember my older brother told me not to watch him because he ruined games. I didn't listen. I actively ignored him, and I don't regret it one bit.
I almost cried watching that video, and I want to cry.
Because while i don't know Matpat, he's not my friend. He's a part of my childhood, a large part. And him leaving feels like another gut punch, just like after I watched the FNAF movie. The gut punch that I couldn't avoid forever. Things change
And that concept still horrifies me. Because I know that things are going to keep changing, and that my childhood is going to leave. And that's okay.
Because Matpat deserves to leave, he always has. Him and Steph deserve the world. I hope Ollie grows up to be someone amazing. I hope their life is wonderful, because they made mine so happy. They made my bad days at school fade away when I got the notification that a new fnaf game theory was up.
So with this post i want to say thank you. Thank yoy Matthew, thank you for making my interests feel less stupid and more cool, thank you for donating to so many charities, thank yoy for making SO many peoples lives better. Thank you for being you.
And with all that said, this is just a goodbye. A proper goodbye, and cut.
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so I've gotten quite a few songs! some songs that I'm guaranteed to use, while others are in a bit of a pickle due to not having enough propaganda.
here's the list of them all!
Guaranteed Songs
songs that are guaranteed to get in, due to being the only one song from the franchise that was submitted, and has sufficient propaganda. or I added them myself.
Title Theme from Papa Louie 3: When Sundaes Attack
Donk-Donk from Rhythm Heaven Fever
Distraction Dance from The Henry Stickmin Collection
Guildmaster Wigglytuff from Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Time/Darkness/Sky
Outskirts from Bug Fables
Carefree Lazy Afternoon (BBQ) from Yo-Kai Watch 3
Grumblebum from Rain World
Case Select from Layton Brothers: Mystery Room
Ooparts -NEO Mix- from NEO The World Ends With You
Loonboon from Plants vs. Zombies
Klayman's Theme from Neverhood
Daycare from FNAF Security Breach
Indulgence from Melatonin
Clown Man Stage Theme from Mega Man 8
Sea Shanty 2 from Old School Runescape
Oopsy-Daisy from Kingdom Hearts
Cool Mixtape from Deltarune
Main Theme from Crazy BBQ
Death 13 from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Heritage for the Future
Randy, Mediocre Swan Wrestler from Dialtown
Dog Ending from Silent Hill 2
Riki the Legendary Heropon from Xenoblade Chronicles
Chicken Paradise from Ghost Trick
Mystic Cave Zone from Sonic the Hedgehog 2
Hidden Retreat from Tekken 6
Balrog's Theme from Cave Story
Gentle Breeze from Trauma Center: Under the Knife 2
The Young Sorceress' Foul Mood from Tales of Vesperia
Draw a Dog from Hylics
Party Island from My Singing Monsters
Metal Bork from A Hat in Time
Underground from Terraria
Into the Box Dimension from Club Penguin
Battle - Tesso from Persona 1
Sly Hunter - Chicago Awaza Mix from Hunting Ground
Flat Zone 2 from Super Smash Bros Series
Unexpectancy Part 2 from Pizza Tower
Not Enough Propaganda
songs that need a bit more propaganda, so if you would send some in, that would be very nice of you!
Underground Hug from Mad Rat Dead
Bonus Stage from Aladdin on Sega Genesis
Pleasure Island Amusement Park from Pinocchio on SNES
Map from Pikmin 1
Clockwork Chasm from Pikmin 3
Food Mart from Tomodachi Life
The Royal Academy of Katamari (Kimitaka Matsumae Remix) from Katamari Forever
Toad Brigade from Super Mario Galaxy
Buoyant Boogie from Splatoon 2
Bomb Rush Blush from Splatoon
Shopping from Splatoon
Flying Man from Earthbound
In That Holiday Mood from Miitopia
STAR ! STAR ! STAR ! from Beautiful Katamari
Prince's Lounge from Beautiful Katamari
Don't Give Up from Touch My Katamari
It's So Wonderful from The World Ends With You
Dreamy Darkness from Kirby and the Canvas Curse
Battle Among Friends from Kirby 64: The Crystal Shards
Preliminaries
songs of the same franchise, so they're put into preliminary rounds before the actual bracket.
Kirby
Slippery Slopes from Kirby's Return to Dreamland
Crystal Dungeons from Kirby's Return to Dreamland
Butter Buildings from Kirby's Epic Yarn
Sand Canyon 1 from Kirby's Dreamland 3
Mario
Strange Company from Super Paper Mario
Shadow Sirens Battle from Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door
Run, Jump, Throw! 2 from Super Mario Odyssey
Undertale
Dogsong from Undertale
Bonestrousle from Undertale
Temmie Village from Undertale*
Katamari
Katamari on the Rocks (Arrangement) from We Love Katamari
One Chip March from We Love Katamari
Katamari on the Rocks from Katamari Damacy
Little Help from Touch My Katamari
Do Re Mi Katamari Do (-rh rehabilitation re-arrange-) from Katamari Forever
Tomodachi
Mii Apartments (Hungry) from Tomodachi Life
Island (Day) from Tomodachi Collection
Miitopia
A Lively Inn from Miitopia
The Great Sage's Theme from Miitopia
Extra Battle (Wonder) from Miitopia
The Legend of Zelda
Majora's Incarnation from The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask
Malo Mart Theme from The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess*
Touhou
Gemini Star from Touhou Lostword
Drunk as I Like from Touhou 10.5: Scarlet Weather Rhapsody
Ace Attorney
Investigation ~ Opening 2002 from Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney: Justice for All
Eccentric from Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney: Justice for All
Splatoon
Seep & Destroy from Splatoon 3
#14 crush from Splatoon 2
Happy Little Workers from Splatoon 2
Telephone's Theme from Splatoon 2
Nine out of Tension from Splatoon 3
Mother
Buy Something Will Ya! from Earthbound/Humoresque of a Little Dog from Mother 1
Hi Hi Hi from Earthbound
Sanctuary Gardens from Earthbound
Bean Bean Pork Bean from Mother 3
Fantasy Life
Job Anthem 3 from Fantasy Life
Kigurumi Group Theme from Fantasy Life
Vocaloid
Various Feelings from Project Diva
Doukeshi no Koushin from Project Sekai
*didn't get propaganda before, but now has new propaganda that works
so yeah! good luck!
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crappyyuki · 1 year
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Bryan with lava eyes :DDD
It’s been a while since I fully colored smth :,)
Here’s the Sketch and the one with a background!
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I attempted to make lava. I’m not sure if it went well lmao.
I also don’t know how to draw or render muscles but BUFF BRYAN SUPREMACY!
HE IS SLIGHTLY TONED BUT HE CAN FLATTEN A STONE FUCKING COUNTER THATS CANON FIGHT ME
Honestly, I’m not sure if I can write this AU. With confidence I mean. I already got like a 15k word outline going on and it’s still going and it’s been like that for the past 3 years. Yeah. Pretty crazy. But if I can’t write this then I might resort into posting a bulleted list on what I should’ve written in the betterment of those 3 years instead of making a long ass outline to get it out into the world.
I love this AU, you have no idea, but it is so hard to write. So bear with me. I’ll give a bit of insight into it.
• This is a canon divergence of the canon timeline where instead of Bryan taking the hit, it’s Molten taking the hit. (My guy is not having a great time. Both of them.)
• This AU is canon defiant to the actual lore in Bryan’s series. A lot actually. This is a bit more canon compliant to the Fnaf storyline. Focusing more on spirits and souls than portals and portal magic. Soul juice produced from murdered children. All that good stuff. Don’t get me wrong, I love the series but I wish it focused on the souls of the kids and their stories if only a little.
• Let’s say there are a lot of hidden secrets in the old pizzeria that Bryan would carry to his grave. Most of them is guilt. The other is shame borderlining to self loathing.
• “No one would ever believe you.” :)
• This AU’s pov is also on the animatronics side. Mostly Freddy, Helpy (the old one), and maybe probably Foxy (the Rockstar one) I miss them, okay?
• Pat is around too. Watching over the animatronics while getting deathly afraid of them for a definite period of time before making friends with them because wow, those robots aren’t actually gonna force them into a Freddy Fazbear suit. Why did they listen to a pre-recorded message anyway?
• Jon is the one that stumbles onto the secret. But its not complete. He wonders where he should find the other pieces.
• You know OG Freddy? How he was repaired? Yeah. That part wasn’t the only thing that brought him back to life.
• And the monitor Lefty stole from the pizzeria? Maybe Egg Baby? Wonder whats that for?
• The book that Bryan gave to Twisted Bonnie also changed. Still has the blueprints of the animatronics but of different animatronics.
• “Hmmmm, I wonder what I can do for Baby’s birthday? How can I make it her happiest day of her shortlived li—wait, can I even say that?????”
• Also, does anyone know what happened to Twisted Freddy? Did he just become the wind or what? We’ll see.
• Since Lefty didn’t die, let’s say Shadow Freddy had other places to be. And Twisted Wolf? Honestly forgot about that guy hahaha I’ll think of something.
• Oh! EB (Evil Bryan) is there too! Like actually.
• It’s quite funny to have two short humans going on offense while literal monsters go on support and defense lmao. What a bunch of losers.
• “See you on the flipside!”
• Hey. What’s up with Bryan’s eyes?
That’s all for now. Maybe I’ll post another one or work on a chapter? Who knows…
I can’t promise anything. I can only promise that the next will take a whileeeeeeee, a post or a chapter.
I still have not named this AU and marked it as INSERT TITLE HERE.
And to those that recognize that title, I am so sorry. I literally redid the first 5 chapters, finished 4, then dropped it off at chapter 7-8. Chapter 1-4 are finished but 5-8 is a land mine. I don’t know how to keep it going lmao. No really, it’s a struggle writing this dang thing and I want it out of my head too. I can’t promise any chapters or that I’m working on it because I’m so busy but I did not forget it if thats what you’re thinking. It’s just hard to write. Like really hard. That’s why I focused a bit on oneshots.
One things for sure though. It’s either chapter 5, 6, or 7 BUT—
Minigames. Plus Springtrap.
ITH!Bryan: Oh joy.
Feel free to ask questions about this AU! I’d be happy to answer! (Most of them anyway. Can’t reveal everything.)
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cassiedummy · 5 months
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Revived the FNAF Fandom!
I am very happy that the FNAF fandom is revived thanks to the release of the movie, It makes me very nostalgic that the community publishes drawings and edits about fnaf again that I couldn't resist too c:
So I decided to draw my favorite animatronic 💖
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In my time, Mangle was the cause of the bite of the 87 xb
I don't know if there is any knowledge of Mangle's soul (because I don't know the lore very well), so I decided to make a headcanon about the soul that inhabits Mangle!
(like in the old days when theories used to be many c;)
Mary Bennett
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A little OC' that I made with the heat of the film, I remember that before they used to give personalities to the animatronics were related to their past lives as children, then I came up with this, giving more personality to a character as iconic as Mangle in his time <33
Now with that context I will give you his story...
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Mary Bennett, a happy but shy 12-year-old girl, still had many friends around her, passionate about insects and the microscopic world, thinking about studying Biology when she is older, in the words of her mother, a vibrant and very bright girl.
However, she had a somewhat difficult life, her mother Amanda Bennett was a single mother who had to take charge from the beginning of her pregnancy alone. When Mary was 5 years old she had an almost full-time job in addition to studying a career in college on weekends. computer science, which is why he hardly had time to see his daughter and left her in the care of his grandparents. This crushed his heart but he knew that he had to make an effort so that in the future he could have a better job and could give her a better life for Mary, that is until Mary was 12 where she finished her career, she was able to get a promotion at her job for fewer hours, more pay and she had the weekends for her daughter, now she would not miss any of Mary's important moments and he would give me all those nice things I wanted.
Life would turn pink for both of them, so Amanda decided to celebrate the news by going to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, a place that Mary had always wanted to go to but didn't have the time or money to take her, so what better than taking her to a place where he could have fun and notice the change in his mother and their lives. Everything was laughter and fun until Amanda, in a small carelessness and trust, decided to let Mary go to the bathroom alone, which even though in the little girl's words she was "a big girl" she should not have let her go alone, it is something that she knows. She would regret her whole life, 10 minutes, 15 minutes passed and at 20 she began to panic when she did not see her little girl return, in tears she called her name, she begged the guards to find her.
They searched the cameras, interviewed hundreds of people, however they never found the culprit. Mrs. Bennett was always putting pressure on the authorities to find her little girl, but above all on the company at the Pizzeria, she had so much ahead of her with her daughter Mary, now he only had the nights where before going to sleep he wondered what would have happened if he had accompanied her to the bathroom, if he had spent more time with her before, however the 'would have' does not exist.
Well that's the lore I decided to give you, I hope you find it interesting C:
(Now other important information for this AU that I believe in my famboy child head)
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Extra fact:
Puppet and Charlie are not the same person, Puppet's personality is one that was created to protect Charlie but couldn't so he takes care of his soul within himself, so sometimes Puppet's personality is shy and sad ( this is on Charlie's part), but Puppet in his animatronic form is more serious and somewhat aggressive (with the security guard and William evidently) however he is nice with the other children, including Mangle.
Well I think that would be all, I still have ideas in mind for my favorite animatronics from the fnaf creeper saga (sometimes the lore confuses me 😅).
Byeeeeeee <3
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brennusreblogs · 5 months
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Brennus’ personal thoughts on the FNAF Movie
For those going into the movie for the first time: don't expect it to all be super serious
⚠️SPOILERS AHEAD⚠️
Overall, I think it's a fun movie. It's what I expected from a 15+ fnaf movie. Did I wish it could have been more brutal? Yeah, but I'm ok with the product as it currently stands.
Visually wise this movie is incredible from the animatronics themselves to the set. Absolutely great. Jim Henson’s Creature Shop, my beloved, you have brought the robots to life perfectly <3
My smallest visual gripe was for one of the kid jump scares in Mike’s dream where the kid’s eyes turn and cry black. You could tell it was like a face paint. It's a real child actor so maybe they couldn't get them to wear ‘better’ makeup but then again special effects could have been used the improve it, idk. I'm not a filmmaker I'm just a silly skeleton that draws.
One of the least believable kills was the one where Freddy bit a woman in two. That was really cartoony to me, I did giggle.
My biggest criticism of the movie is probably the story. But the more I think about possible “improvements” I think to myself… what else could they have done for a script for a fnaf movie? They need to balance a combo of digestible info to new viewers but also satisfy fans. I personally think they managed to cater more to the fans as seen with rotten tomato ratings. But I did watch this with my mother who only knows the story based on what my brother rambles about and she managed the understand the movie alright. However I don't know any opinion on the film from an individual who knows nothing of the franchise.
I personally really enjoyed the atmosphere in the first part of the movie. It was depressing and oppressive to watch Mike struggle through life. But that seems to change as the movie seems to shifts in tone when we discover the animatronics are nice to his sister Abby. I at first really didn't like this but seconds later I got swooped up by the wholesomeness. I was scared that doing this would remove the intimidation factor the animatronic built up during the run time. It did. But I think I understand the purpose of doing this. I still don't think it was a good idea but I think I know what the movie makers were trying to do.
They were trying to shift the villainy focus from the robots to Afton. Trying to say “Hey look they are on the good guy's side” even though they shift on a dime when they decide to kidnap Abby. We also see them brutally hunt down a group of thieves so the whole “look how cute they are being <3” is somewhat unbelievable. I see what they likely tried to do but I don't think it worked super wonderfully.
I like the foxy arcade machine reference. I don't remember if this is a scene in a Fazbear Frights or the Silver Eyes book. But in a book foxy in hunting an AFAB character through an arcade area, in the book he breaks the machines as he gets closer to his victim to build tension. I think that's what that scene with Foxy and Abby in the arcade was in reference to. Though he didn't break the arcade machines in the movie, I thought that added a lot to the original scene. However it's understandable because the robots in this depiction seem to like to keep the pizzeria intact.
Also I saw that theif who got killed by Chica was wearing a midnight motorist shirt, I see you.
Everyone expected the William Afton reveal. What I didn't expect was for VANNESSA to be AFTON’S DAUGHTER. It felt like a very less serious “I am your father” moment, except it's a “he is my father” moment. I did giggle when the reveal happened. For me, this was a signifier that the movie wasn't trying to be serious. The movie is trying to be fun.
Though with that twist it made me wonder what it was like for Vannessa to live with a father like Afton. That's when I wished they did more with her, that's when she got interesting to me. As the movie makes it seem Afton holds a lot of emotional power over her. She knows he is a killer, she is a cop, yet she doesn't report him or arrest him herself. Her standing up to Afton at the end really feels like an abuse victim standing up against their abuser and I kinda wish they made that so much more impactful.
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grumpylittlekitty · 1 year
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FNAF SB: Sun and Moon headcanons. Part 2
Hm…… So. Does anyone have any idea why the basements at the location with endoskeletons are designed as a daycare???))) It really looks weird. Who will take the children to the basement? It's strange to give employees a bunch of toys and chairs for a simple technical room. What the hell is going on here? The funny thing is that along the corridors this room is connected to a daycare. And there is no Sun in the design at all. Only Moon. My suspicions that Moon is also a babysitter for animatronics are getting bigger… I do not know how else to explain it… The funny thing is that they are very dark, there is no way without a flashlight. And the lighting there, even if there is, is minimal on the walls and ceilings. So probably… Moon can walk there. Yes, and from the trailers it is clear that Moon had more scenes and animations that were cut from the game… And we also know that these basement "quick transitions" were DEFINITELY removed from the game and they are in an unfinished state. Maybe Moon was supposed to be chasing us there and he was assigned a big role?…
Sun speaks very loudly with us, obviously because you need to speak loudly with new friends and in general, we are going to hang out or something, but Moon… In a very loud whisper. In general, it is worth noting that when Sun moves, it also rings bells and, in principle, it has a jumping "loud gait". And Moon is slow, closer to the floor, he does not ring bells and speaks much quieter… More melodious? In general, what am I talking about. Perhaps when Moon is working normally, stably and everything is fine, it is much quieter than Sun in order not to interfere with children's sleep
Sun is given a million drawings with his image, but Moon is not What if Sun likes to collect toys in his room because they are "small and human-like". Like children, but they don't have parents, and they don't need to be fed or watered. You can play endlessly.
When Moon takes offense at Sun, he throws his toys around the complex
It's quite funny that the Attendant has 5 fingers, not 4 like the rest of the animatronics. Perhaps they wanted to create a real impression that this is a replacement for a person, either!!! He needs them for some reason. My favorite version: he knows sign language in order to work with children who have hearing problems…
I wonder if Moon has protocols in case of lunatics? Or he just runs away from them with a critical error in full screen, because they seem to be sleeping, so everything is fine, but at the same time they move, what for… people are strange. or ties them to the bed? "strange children, strange children, they are… they don't sleep right…"
I have heads that Moon can attack a bot that accidentally drove into the territory of the daycare during the sleep hour…
Sun does not understand what rest is. He doesn't want to be turned off, that's why he reacts so sharply to turning off the light
Sun often communicates with the guards and learns life from them + he always communicates with kids that is why he is so childish + he communicates with parents and adopts some of their habits
What about the common room. There are a lot of things there because children often forget their things in the Daycare . And since it is not clear where to put them, and the playground should be clean, the Daycare Attendant takes them to his room
Moon and Sun replace the cleaner bots in the Daycare, there is a soft carpet everywhere and it's hard for bots to get there, besides, the Daycare Attendant has a mop in his room
It seems to me that Sun loves toys because they are like little children who can be taken care of when there is no one in the Daycare
About why Sun and Moon don't like when something falls. It is unlikely that this was written into the program for them. They understand what time is, maybe they have a clock in their head. Perhaps they clean only at night so that the children come in the morning and everything is clean
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elis-corner · 2 years
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Can we hear a bit more about them (your ocs).
I've wanted to write them for ages but I don't really where to start
thx
Heya anon :) Of course! I never really planned to share any of them on Tumblr but here we are, I guess!
The first proper OC I created was a Lord of the Rings OC. Her name was Cuil, and she was a Dunedain ranger. I came up with her as a character because I wanted to start writing fanfiction for myself but without my parents knowing, and so she was born! I don't write her much anymore, but if I roleplay with my friends she often comes out for a duel or two. The way she ties in with my OCs who live in our world is in a different "timeline", to quote FNAF. One of my OCs is a writer and when they write about Cuil in a certain notebook they bring Cuil into the world in a manner of their choice.
The three OCs I spend the most time on in the present are John, Eva, and their daughter. Yes I am a minor with zero parenting experience and barely any romantic experience, but no one sees it, it doesn't have to be 100% realistic, alright?
John was originally based off the guy I like, but he ended up evolving into his own person over time. Eva was quite heavily based off me; mainly the stuff I love about myself, but also the things I don't as a way for me to convince myself that they're okay. Their daughter is a mix of the two, mainly, and has those parts of me that are rather small and quite different to Eva.
Notice the key right here: Based off, based off, and based off and based off. Every single character I create is based off someone in my life. They serve as a great base for different personalities, and help each character have their own unique touch.
If you want to see the kind of things I write, under the cut I've included part of the first thing I ever wrote for Eva and John, earlier this year. Right from that first paragraph, try to establish the OCs personality and possibly behaviour. Their physical description is not mandatory for one to enjoy your works.
Anyway, I don't really know how to help, but I reckon this is good? If not let me know and I'll write more. Have fun writing! If you do ever decide to post it, tag me, or even just DM something to me. I'd love to see!
It really was a perfect view. Eva pulled out her sketchpad, the paper coarse on the side she began to draw on, compared to the smooth and glossy material opposite. It was a comforting feeling, the sand beneath her, rubbing against her skin, with the warm sunrise reaching over the pungent ocean, its warm colours reflecting off of the wet surface. Somehow, it was something that had never come to mind as something to capture–until John recommended it, of course. She couldn’t help but sketch him in as he jogged alongside the waves, mostly just a silhouette as the grand raging ball of flame illuminated the area behind. Her watercolours were the best medium to select, she thought, though nothing could ever properly capture the beauty she looked upon.
The sun further above them than before, John retreated from the waves, coming to lay down beside his kindred spirit. Gently, he brushed some hair that was obscuring his vision to look at Eva’s dabble. The way she moved her brush across the page, the way she bit lightly on her lip as she worked, the way she could capture life and beauty in an unbiased and graceful manner; they were small things about her art that John adored, feeling like he received an insight into the world from her gorgeous eyes. She was a wonderful person. She deserved so much more than he could ever offer, and she did not deserve the kind of treatment that led them here in the first place.
‘You weren’t wrong,’ she said to fill the heavy silence. ‘It is beautiful out here. A good way to distract from… recent events.’ John couldn’t quite understand how she could talk so casually about the end of her relationship–it almost felt as if she didn’t really care all that much, as if she didn’t really love the man who betrayed her.
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paigelts05 · 1 year
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FNAF OC - Renegade AU Paige Tea
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https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/FNAF-OC-Renegade-AU-Paige-Tea-810923732
Published: Aug 25, 2019
Over the many years plus I've been posting, her design has changed a little bit, with that being what she wears and the parting in her hair. The most recent change in her design is the aforementioned parting, and that was the result of an impulse decision on a drawing of her that I tried to make more detailed, and then I decided that I liked the parting a lot, so it would become part of the design. I also don't really use the overalls around the waist as part of any outfits anymore as it reminds me too much about her old design from before I started posting. If you saw my art from four years ago, you wouldn't believe it was the same persons drawing.
The fifth drawing is of Paige Tea, the mechanic who is the self proclaimed team mum, which slots right into her overprotective nature. She knows the animatronics mannerisms incredibly well, and can tell what work needs doing practically at a glance as a result of her experience.
"I know what I'm doing, it's my job after all. And if you're wondering why those animatronic animals seem to bow at my feet, it's because they know that I could dismantle all of them, blind, and with one hand. How do the ghosts inside know this? How do they know that attacking me is a fatal mistake? I do the maintenance on the actual suits! That's how!"
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My FNAF OC. This design is used in my AU during the timeframe of 1993 to 2017.
Name: Paige Connor Tea
Nick-Name: 'Puma', 'PT' and 'Mechanic Mom/Mum'. However, sometimes just 'Mum'.
DoB: 8th July 1974
Height: 5'9"
Blood Type: A
Country of origin: England
Medical issues: PTSD (Post traumatic stress disorder) and hoplophobia
Personality: PT is a fairly chill person with a protective nature and a habit of refering to people way older than her as 'her children'. Whilst she tries to come off as a kind motherly figure, at heart she is a chill gamer and diligent friend.
Whilst at times, she can be overprotective and stubborn, she's pretty chill if there is no danger about. When those who she classes as 'her childern' are in danger, she will act in an aggressive manner towards prominent threats, but will always think before she acts, judging the best course of action to take. Stress inducing situations that aren't particularly threats can make her frantic, but she can keep a level head if she gives herself time to breathe.
She's analytical, intelligent and verry skilled in her field (Machines), and fairly resourceful. She's also a little bit of a pyromaniac, but always makes sure her hobby of looking at small contained flames won't get anyone hurt.
Story: She moved to Chicago with her parents in 1982 due to her fathers line of work requiring him to move to keep his job as business was scarce in the UK, and abundant over in America.
She regularly visited Freddy's where she started to meet all kinds of people, some of whom, would become her friends. Over the years, she got to know most of them from school, and from seeing them at the arcade in Freddy's. One such group were a bunch of boys, a bit older than her, whom she became firm friends with.
Regarding her school life, in a minor accident in chemistry class, she wound up spilling some chemicals which got on her hair. This changed it from ginger to pink; as a matter of fact, this accident was quite common at her school, so she wouldn't be the first and definitely not the last to wind up permanently changed this way.
In 1987, she developed a bad habit of getting locked in after hours, and no matter who she was with, always wanted to take charge of the situation which actually served her well during the lockdown when she ran to the office with a small group of other kids and teens to avoid getting killed by the now completely off the rails animatronics. During this event, she was able to actually get to know Phone Guy (she has talked to him before when he was talking to Mike, Jeremy, and Fritz, but she didn't see him often, and to nobody's surprise, he's a lot more prone to bursting into tears when left alone in a dark room with the constant threat of murder via animatronics) after accidentally falling through a hidden door. She started referring to him as a 'Red headed coward' as those were the main traits he showed in this event (also, its a much nicer nick-name that referring to your friend as an inanimate object). Also at about this time, she decided on wanting to become a mechanic and spent most of her time trying to fix mangle before it tried to kill everyone.
Between 1987 and 1993, she spent a lot of time working out at the local gym to become stronger, as well as focusing on school work and playing video-games. Sleep wasn't her priority. During these years, she figured out that one of the ghosts, who possessed toy bonnie before he was scraped, was now possessing her. So decided she would work at Freddy's as a mechanic to try and stop the ghost from bugging her as often as it was constantly nagging her to 'find the others', and so she could work alongside her friends in order to protect them. To hone her skills, she also took a night class in robotics to help brush up on her skills and anything that she may have missed.
This decision lead her to witness some very horrific and unfortunate events, which caused her to develop PTSD and also caused her to slowly become more like a mother than a friend to her fellow colleagues, especially Phone Guy as he's always getting himself in danger. She has slowly started becoming progressively more and more attached to the guards as time goes by and treating some of them as if they were her own children- except from the purple guy.
She is not afraid to completely destroy her own creations if they turn against her.
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lunylac · 2 years
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[SFM] Happy New Year 2022! Well, I hasten to congratulate you all on one of the most important holidays - Happy New Year! To be honest, last year turned out to be very eventful and unusual for me, there were some bad moments, but they were outweighed by much more wonderful and good moments. First, this year I was able to get the graphics tablet I dreamed of so much and now I improve my drawing skills whenever I find the time to do so. Secondly: it was in 2021, at the end of this year, that a new part of FNaF was released and I want to say without a drop of flattery that this part of the game turned out to be amazing, I am still so delighted with all this, I cannot even describe it and it is so I decided to make a poster with this part of game! But this, of course, is not all, but I just do not want to write too much about the past year And so, in this new year, 2022, I want to wish you more bright streaks in your life, more positive, resilience, patience, and most importantly, health! I really appreciate each of you, your kindness really warms these winter days <33 Happy New Year 2022!!!
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facadesinternalveil · 3 years
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The Facaded mask
I forgot to do this. My bad
The basic info and summary of this page.
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~What I'm like and who i am~
My name is facade but i do go by Chris in real life. I'm a demi-boy. Im also quite tall and lanky. I mainly do drawings but i also write every now and then. Working on becoming a author with my stories and characters. Polysexual demiromatic, 17 year old. I'm open for meeting new people but i suck at communication. Hopefully i can find more people to interact with and have fun sharing my stories and designs.
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~Fandoms and characters i enjoy~
Fnaf/ five nights at freddys ❤
Happy tree friends
Your boyfriend 💙
Fnf /Friday night funkin
Silent hill
Resident evil
Dhmis/ don't hug me im scared
The walten files 💞
Harmony & Horror 🖤
Corpses bride 💟
Nightmare before christmas ❣
~ characters I love~
Funtime foxy (❤, had always loved him sense he came out. )
Old man consequences (❤such a cool character i like)
Gloria ( 🖤 tall stunning spooky lady who i would love to hold hands with)
Boyfriend/peter (💙 i don't really know, he's just interesting and i like it.)
Pumkin rabbit (💞, bit of a fan when it comes to halloween )
Emily (💟, pretty bride lady. Wanna give her love and affection)
Sally and jack skeleton(❣, love them both deeply. I don't know but sally and jack are just absolutely amazing and i grew up with them. Seeing the game and movie has always made me happy. Also halloween )
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~ my persona and their info~
So you probably saw my persona i use this page. They represent me as i don't feel comfortable actually drawing myself. So i created them to be me. They still hold all the physical and mental statuses like me so its just the species and looks that changed really.
Here's the basic ref's for them .
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Warning before you pass here:
Slight nudity? Just no shirt tbh. I wanted to show where the fur and skin meet on the body. You'll see in a few pictures later on so a warning ahead.
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Their paws/hooves. Facade has hooves on their feet with golden plates to help regulate their walking. They suffer from in foot rotation, scoliosis and a bowing leg so they struggle abit. Their hands however are hooved with the fingers but they do indeed have paw pads. The paw pads help them grip proper items so they don't accidentally drop the things. (Think of a deer on ice but with hooves on the hands. Its weird)
They also have fluff around their neck for wintee time. It helps keep them warm and prevent hypothermia. It however has to be shaved later on so they don't suffer from a heat stroke (has done it a few times now).
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As seen above is a example of their fur coat. Their regular fur , it starts on their hands and ends at their elbows. It's on other parts of their body as shown below. (Nudity part i warned about up their)
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Now your probably wondering? Hey, why are their face always covered with a mask? Well thats because in their original story( the story im writing) , a event happened that scared their face (i don't actually have a scar on my face btw, it represents the struggle to look at yourself in the face as you only see flaws). They became self conscious because of it and Vida lended a hand by giving them a mask similar to their own.
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The one on the left is vidas mask. Facade was given one similar to theirs as reference back up their.
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~~~Rules/understanding ~~~
You can have any of my characters as a F/O and even ship them with a character of your own ,just credit me and thats fine.
Please don't repost any of my work on other platforms as it bothers me quite abit.
Please nothing sexual, slight seductive things is fine but no mentions of sexual activity please. It bothers me for personal reasons.
Friendships take time to build so dont just pop up and ask to be friends with me. I am open to talking tho.
Feel free to talk or just chat with me, i live heating what others have to say. Its fun.
You can also talk to me about your F/Os. I love hearing about they make you happy.
You can also give me concept ideas and writing ideas. Either way, anyway to interact is fine by me.
That's basically it for this page. I may of forgotten a few things but when i remember them , I'll fix it.
my art site link tree:
https://linktr.ee/moonlight_facade
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alegotic-twelve · 3 years
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a long time ago, and many times that it stopped being relevant
My dream, since drawing became an important part of my life, was to live from it, and for many years I tried hard, making the drawings of what I loved the most come true, creepypastas, fnaf, undertale, cuphead, hazbin hotel ... .
but over and over again, people's words knocked me down like a tower of bricks, I tried not to matter, I tried to move on, I tried to be better and take care of people
But time and time again people, just because yeah, they ruined me
you might think "you screwed up, you made those mistakes, you're a horrible person" but you were only willing to hear one side of the story, and honestly I'm not even willing to tell mine, because no matter how hard I try Keep me on my feet, you will hold on to the worst version of me
I have never wanted to hurt anyone, and whether or not I found friends along the way, it was irrelevant to me, I wanted to succeed, I wanted to be able to live from my art, I wanted to have something to eat, never to live again what I experienced in my native country , but those people whom I call friends ... apparently they did not see it that way, they wanted to label me a thief, a horrible person, and worse things that if I think about today, my stomach turns
I strive to do my job better, that my person was something that others would find pleasant, but even in those cases, even giving my all to the people I loved ... they were not happy with me
sometimes I would like to have them in front of me and shout at them ... why did you make my life miserable? Why do you think you are the one who suffered the most? Why don't you try to see what you did to me?
sometimes I wonder if it was better to just give up and never wake up again, and with each failure, each betrayal, each unsuccessful attempt ... I feel more desire not to continue trying
And in the end, I wanted it not to matter, that the people who hurt me didn't matter but ... it's hard to hate someone you appreciate so much, even when they didn't want to hear you and did this to you, I can't hate them like I should
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lyrexios · 3 years
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*cough cough*
okay...so... my Tumblr here is very dusty... like is that 2019 posts I see?  Oh god... I’ve tried and I failed...again. ...Again..  Anyhow. You are probably wondering why I am here now... right?  
“Guardian you finally grew up and took your faith as a Tumblr poster?” yes and no... yes, I grew up...am 20 now...that is gross. being an adult suck!  but no. I shall not dive into the glorious wonderful toxic world of Tumblr!!! BUT also, yes i will try again if I do not forget! ...  
“But why now guardian?” Well, you see.... I became somewhat active on twitter.... and twitter is worse than Tumblr! we all know that those are facts! cancel culture is on the loose there.  
So, my point... I told people I would not go Tumblr no more due to the toxic people I have seen in the past. HECK!!! even art idols turned toxic and weird not throwing shade here. (Like that one person shaping the majority of the 2015 FNAF comics that got dubbed) 
Anyhow... I have become semi active on twitter and if twitter is worse than Tumblr than I got to put my old statement as side and become semi active on Tumblr.   
So here I am... did you miss me?  ofc not but still..you all who do not follow my Instagram or heck even amino's have missed some stuff... so lemme start with the big elephant in the room first... NAME CHANGED AFTER 9 YEARS!!!!! 
I am now Lyrexios instead of Lichtningbolt / lightning bolt. This due aging and me wanting something original in life. The Creator guardian part is still there!  
I am part of comic group and leader!  
I own 140 + Oc with most being from my 13 og universe none fanbase related.  
Wattpad is still dead, and all stories are in rewriting!  
Comic Neurotoxic got put on hold due to ADUN comic.  
I moved out! No longer do I share a room with my elder sister.  
I am a trans guy following actual medical stuff to get myself a pp...lol  
I got almost a 4 year relationship POG!!! 
Nina's dog died in 2020....sadly... 
I made a furry species!  
Hek I is a furry! 
LCG has over 400 + versions I shall never draw all out myself! 
17 pages in brief story POG! 
And last but not least... 
I started mc streaming after trying for over 6 years...  
Oh and might graduate this year as 2D and 3D game artist and animator but that's a side thing.   
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xxmisty · 3 years
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My Big Humiliating Torchwood Confession - Part 1 :P
Warning: this will be a LONG post, and i’m sorry about that! 
Lucy is sat opposite me asking me repeatedly if I’ve started typing yet because she knows how desperately i’m putting off making this post!!1
This is awful, this is.... probably the most embarrassingly intimate confession i’ll have made since the day I opened up about my fetish way back at the start of 2013. And on the surface of it it probably doesn’t seem like that big of a deal but IT IS TO ME! And a big chunk of the trauma i’m about to express is tongue in cheek but it’s genuinely been - and continues to be - a huge bundle of DISTRESS AND HUMILIATION AND UTTER RESENTMENT!!! Because this year has been.... one hell of a personal journey and i don’t even mean anything to do with the pandemic.
It all started on New Year’s Day. I was feeling horrendously ill; the miraculous medication that had started to give me my life back had run out and thanks to the festive postal delays my new lot hadn’t arrived yet. I was in agony, I had a horrible headache, I felt sick and I could hardly move. We spent the day watching a bunch of muppet stuff, and that night we watched the first ep of season 12 of Doctor Who and, y’know, it was a pretty damn good episode (plus thirteen in the suit.... fuuckkk) 
So afterwards we started having a discussion about Chris Chibnall - we’ve long held criticisms about some of his writing (not all of it, but it’s a mixed bag) and Lucy told me I still hadn’t seen his worst writing because that was for Torchwood...
Which I had never seen. Which I had been desperately trying not to see, although I didn’t know why. I just always had this vibe like a big “NO ENTRY!” sign at the idea of ever watching it. It’s not as though I had a logical reason for it, it’s not like I’d read up about it and thought, ‘naahhhhhh, I don’t fancy watching that’. I just had a big WARNING sign in my head, telling me not to go there. 
Several years ago Lucy made me watch the first episode (after i’d been avoiding her threats of showing it to me for like 2 years) and like... it wasn’t horrible? It wasn’t... great either... but it didn’t kill me. Then a couple of years ago she showed me Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang because we were having a big Runaways phase so she wanted to show me an episode with James Marsters in. Again, it didn’t kill me. It wasn’t horrible. But I still had those big NO ENTRY!!! signs up in my head. I was still trying desperately to avoid actually being shown Torchwood as a show.
And the the new year happened and I was too WEAK AND DEFENCELESS to know what was happening when Lucy and I cuddled up in bed that night. I was too sick to really comprehend what she was doing or to fight back when she announced she was going to show me the very worst of Chris Chibnall’s writing... and put on Day One followed by Cyberwoman.
Oh. My. God.
All day I had been in a state of physical agony. Suddenly my mental and emotional state was far, FAR worse!!! The sex gas alien was bad enough, then by the time she put on Cyberwoman my brain was trying to shut down. I used to suffer blackouts and, god, I kept blacking out all the way through it, and instead of being her usual loving, wonderful self she KEPT FORCING ME TO COME ROUND TO WATCH IT!!!
By this point it was gone midnight and I was in a state of utter distress!! This was the worst double helping of tv I had ever sat through in my life and I sat up and let forth a tirade of absolute distress! This, I decided, had to be the reason I’d been avoiding Torchwood. Because it was more like.... Torurewood :P 
Yep, that had to be it. Couldn’t possibly be anything worse, could it? 
At least now lucy had shown me those two terrible Chibnall eps I would NEVER EVER HAVE TO WATCH THEM AGAIN. Or ANY Torchwood episodes. Yes, my ordeal was over. Had to be.
Nope. We went back to bed and she put on Out if Time. And i’ll admit, the story was much stronger but goddddd I had issues with the endings! And my level of despair started to rise even higher. I HATED Torchwood! This was the most distressing night’s viewing ever and I just wanted to go to sleep and be done with it all! Lucy put one more episode on afterwards: They Keep Killing Suzie. And that was much better but halfway through we finally fell asleep - so surely my trauma was over with.
Nope.
I had horrible nightmares of a very thirsty Gwen coming onto me all night, over and over again and it was HORRIBLE!!! Like, you have no idea how distressed I was! And when I woke up I blamed lucy whole-heartedly and she very sympathetically laughed at my plight!
But yeah. My trauma was over. No more Torchwood. I’d suffered the night from hell. Now it was time to pick up the pieces of my shattered life and move on! My medication arrived that day, I started work on some new pet portraits and life went back to normal.
Until that night, when I saw the telltale sign of Lucy putting a video on and turning her iPad around and then there they were - the opening titles of Torchwood - and I wanted to jump out the boat and into the canal and swim as far away as possible!!!
But the episode she put on was Fragments. She said she wanted to show me Chris Chibnall’s finest episode. And y’know what? It was really pretty fucking good. And god, I was fURIOUS about that!!! When we went to bed she pulled a real double whammy though by putting on Adam - which became instantly one of my favourite episodes of ANYTHING, EVER. And I looked at my wife, shook my head, sighed and told her, ‘nice save, Lucy... nice save...’
Over the next couple of weeks we also had a major Doctor Who rewatch and revisited most of the New Who era, and - to my mixed feelings - she dotted various other episodes of Torchwood in around them. I was conflicted - after the Adam and Fragments double bill I was no longer in brain-screamy hatred territory. I did however keep having flashbacks to that godawful night. Plus i’d had several further nightmares about a thirsty Gwen and I did NOT like it! But by a couple of weeks into January I’d seen a fair bit of Torchwood. Some of them twice. 
Around this same time I’d started back in testosterone after not being able to afford it for the last 3 years. And then I started to notice I was getting some..... urghhhhhh..... unusual... and very uncomfortable feelings... about certain.... things... and characters.
And I started falling headlong into a great big gay panic :P
And here’s where the whole story becomes a HELL of a lot more embarrassing so i’m going to put it under a read more :P
Did ya click on that read more? Wh-why? there’s nothing to see here... especially not a long tale of shame and distress :P ugggghhhhhhh ok, FINE;
Basically there were two things happening at the same time. One was that I started to feel something I hadn’t felt in two decades. When I was a kid/teen we didn’t have the phrase ‘hyperfixation’ so I just called them obsessions. I always had obsessions, at any given point there was always this ONE THING that was my entire life. i lived it, breathed it, became it. It was my whole world, my whole personality, my focus, my lifeline. 9 times out of 10 it would be a tv show. Between the ages of 12 and 15 I would generally change my obsession about once a month. There were several ‘usual suspects’ that would cycle around over and over - Red Dwarf, The Brittas Empire, Sonic the Hedgehog, Halfway Across the Galaxy, Parallel 9, Out of this World... 
late in 1995 I became obsessed with The X Files and - bizarrely - that obsession just ran and ran. I was so used to my obsession changing around once every month that it was bizarre to still be absolutely hyperfixated on it almost 9 months later. And then, in June 1996, my longest ever obsession took its place, a little known uk fantasy show called Bugs. 
That... was my longest running obsession. And oh my god, was I ever obsessed with it. I have no idea how that one obsession kept going for 3 years. i’m sorry this is particularly wordy but this is kind of personal and I want to explain this right.
If you’ve been following me for a while you’ll probably known that one of the most defining moments of my life happened in the summer of ‘98. My cousin’s husband sexually assaulted me and my life spiralled into total despair. While that night was bad enough, the slow breakdown I went through over the course of the year that followed was harder to recover from. And eventually I came out the other side to some degree but i’d lost my love of three things that made me the person I was: writing, drawing and being obsessed. All three were so closely entangled with that night and surviving afterwards that it changed something that had always been a fundamental part of me.
I was no longer able to feel obsession. To hyperfixate the way I previously had. It was like something was broken inside me. And that was like a loss unto itself. It was SUCH a big part of me. It had been the only way i’d survived years of depression when I was young. My obsessions were what kept me afloat. 
In the last decade there are a few things that I called ‘obsessions’ and I thought were as close as I would ever get to the way I used to feel. I thought maybe it was because i’d ‘grown up’ (pah). That’s not to say that i wasn't thoroughly into Ashes to Ashes, FNAF and Homestuck, for example, because of course I was! I even called them obsessions, but there was something that just... wasn’t the same, no matter what I did.
And over time, I got back the other things I’d lost. I started writing my A2A fics in 2010 and Lucy helped me to start drawing again in 2018 and god, both times it was like finally having a piece of myself returned after so long! As for my ‘obsessions’, I just thought I wasn't able to feel the way I used to because I wasn’t a kid any more.
But then, I thought that about Christmas Eve too, and then lucy came into my life <3
Still, the last thing I was expecting was... for *those* feelings to start sneaking back in my life. Feelings I hadn’t been able to experience since the summer of 1998-9. And to my further distress I discovered that they were relating to a certain show that I’d had a traumatising introduction to on new year’s day...
Suddenly it was all I could think about; TORCHWOOD! TORCHWOOD! Aargghhhhh and yet I still hated it! It was still awful! And yet... at the same time... it was so goooooooood.... arghhhhh, every time we watched an episode there was a  knife twisting in my guts, reminding me that I hadn’t even felt these feelings over things we’d been HUGELY into... the fandoms we’d met through, the fandoms we discovered together. Nope. It was Torchwood that brought back my ability to hyperfixate! And I have SO MANY ANGRY FEELINGS ABOUT THIS!!!! Grrrrrrrrr!!
And believe me, I kept thinking it was going to stop and go away BUT IT HASN’T! It’s only gotten worse! And as of yesterday Torchwood officially became my second  longest obsession ever!!!
I. AM. FURIOUS!!!
It’s... urrghhhh I hate this fact but it’s almost like I have a crush on the *show*??!!! I... can’t explain it better than that??? It’s like, if I could throw Torchwood on the bed and make sweet, sweet love to it I would :P and yeah, i’m saying all of this tongue in cheek but i’ve had a fucking sky high libido ever since I went back on T (ohhhhh and believe me I am LOVING it!!! 💙💙💙) But it’s like... there are elements of Torchwood itself that are so fucking hot that I get.... reactions that I am SO FUCKING EMBARRASSED ABOUT for so many reasons deidjdhdggjhaaahhhhhhhhh
Lucy literally only has to say ‘Torchwood’ at me and I end up in a gibbering heap half the time - I am not even kidding!!!
This, however, is NOT the worst thing that happened as a result of Lucy making me watch this god damned show.
But honestly this post has gone on WAY too long already so i’m going to save that for part 2.
Oh god... my shame.... my total and utter shame....
To be continued :P
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partnersatfazbear · 3 years
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I still have to make my Easter post...
I have a summer / beach themed Willry drawing I promise I’ll post for you guys. Probably will be a lot of sketches (composition) and a final peice that’s kinda whimsical. Like... playful/cute? Like you see those anime girls on posters in Otomedia and shit, but it’s gonna be our two bois. IDK what inspired it, but I am excited to have any inspiration at all.
I’m struggling a lot aka having my mid-life crisis... so I’m kind of figuring out what I want to do for the next twenty - forty years. I’ve thought about going back to writing (and self publishing). It is an expensive endeavor and I have no “fanbase” to speak of [aside you guys, but I’m not trying to push my personal projects on you even if I mention them now and then]. Writing isn’t even the hard part. I’ve got 12, maybe 14 books just sitting in my head. Since ‘98 (yes I’m old) I’ve only completed 2 manuscripts... however this is due to losing several due to tech issues, growing into a young adult, ect.
That’s depressing though? If any of you saw the art Scott put out for The Breaking Wheel story it’s so good. It’s how I imagined it.
My wife and I had some strain this last year so we have made Thursdays a day where we go mall walk and try to stay in shape. I’ve remade my savings by selling misc. things (truly, I wish I could own an anime/game store- in fact I will tangent a funny story below) and a little extra. Not trying to go crazy with it, but I figure I can get us a coffee to split once a week while we walk (although that kind of defeats the purpose). We’re gonna try to do more laps each time. There’s also the wonderful Peruvian booth and the salesman there... like I have to buy something every time I see him.
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(I needed a new wallet and this one was amazing. My grandpa used to leatherwork and so this really reminds me of him.)
I have a strange fascination with the Inca history and culture and I even made a game demo I still intend to remake once (look up 2bitsgames on itch.io) but I may have lost the entire demo ... I think I have the assetts still, although I think I could make even better ones now. I’ve been itching to make a very traditional JRPG and this one is like Final Fantasy X (in terms of Yuna’s story) with some science fiction thrown in.
Now for that story I promised--speaking of wanting to self publish, I thought of porting my guides to importing games/anime into e-books or even Skillshare. I read horrible things about Skillshare lately, though. I think an e-book is still plausible, but not sure if there’s an audience for it. I have helped SO MANY people buy from Japan (not through myself) and that makes me feel like it would be a good endeavor...
I also am dealing with some minor health stuff and trying to distract myself by binging a new show. I just finished some Sweets / Chopped and Sweets / Nailed It thing (I actually don’t LOVE sweets unless its marshmallow) and now I’m watching Disappeared (think: Unsolved Mysteries). These kinds of shows GRIP me!
I keep straying further from FNAF, but I’ll get way back into it once the new book or Security Breach comes out. I just thrive on new content, so it’s hard for me to look at all my work and be creative with it when I don’t have new inspiration. However, if you guys want to try requesting art or one shot fics for Willry / Helliam, I am completely open to that idea and would make time for that.
I know this post is all over the place and I apologize. I have been organizing the apartment (see *some* of my Star Ocean collection below) which includes cleaning and cooking, trying to “earn my keep” while unemployed (my idea, not my wife’s). The Star Ocean collection is my baby; it’s the one thing I would never hate and means so much to me. ALOT of items wouldn’t fit here (sealed games, more figures, plush, can badges, towels, tote bags, a clock, resin kits, keychains, posters... it’s a lot guys. Let me also note this is mostly for Star Ocean: the second story and it’s remake). I’ve been seriously considering updating my HiddenGemToys blog with more reviews soon...
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I job hunt but for now I am clearing out everything I can part with to build a savings so we aren’t struggling all the time. I have been playing the Mana games as you know, but I soon move onto the SaGa games, which is daunting. I counted 9 main titles although I’ve read there’s 12 games... so I have my work cut out for me.
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