EEEEE HI HELLO

EEEEE HI HELLO

CAN I UHHHHHH.,.,. REQUEST DOLL X READER WHO LIKE. ALSO SPEAKS RUSSIAN..,.,??

(Reader can be any gender)

(you don't have to btw!!)

a/n: watch me fail the little activity spark i got going right now.

character: doll

𝜗𝜚⋆ i think this could be used for both casual conversation and evil a like.

𝜗𝜚⋆ like you two could be having a public conversation about plotting murder but to the other worker drones? it would be like a plain monday at school.

𝜗𝜚⋆ you two would be partners in crime frfr

𝜗𝜚⋆ if you are involved with her and her absolute solver plans, you two would easily work off one another

𝜗𝜚⋆ poor lizzy, like? you and doll talking russian while she has no clue what you to are talking about.

𝜗𝜚⋆ ik i said you two would be partners in crime, but she'd probably still be independant and untrusting.

𝜗𝜚⋆ girl is still self reliant

𝜗𝜚⋆ overall? evil and chaotic.

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*Thrashes around violently* SALLY FACR SALLY FACE LPLRAEASRR SALLY FACE

r a i n y d a y s h c ' c

a/n: enjoy some sally face headcanons. rainy days.

characters: sal fisher, larry johnson,

ashley campbell, todd morrison, travis phelps

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ sal fisher

☁ sal loves rainy days, he loves just staying inside with a heater and blankets... that and watching rain drops.

☁ with his s/o he would spend the day hanging out in a pillow fort. playing video games and such.

☁ junk food. like wether it be chips or chocolate.... or even fast food. between you two, no rainy day is complete without junk food.

☁ speaking of rain drops, he loves little rain drop races.

☁ it also gives him time to spend time with his friends, or practice guitar.

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ larry johnson

☁ he wouldn't be too fazed by rainy days. maybe tad annoyed when it comes to airing out the weed smell from his room.

☁ rain, hail or shine, nothing would really phase him when it comes to weather.

☁ he would paint rain drops and make unique and frankly interesting paintings from the light reflections and such.

☁ its either he does art, or he smokes weed. either or.

☁ just chilling out with his s/o in the cold weather.

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ ashley campbell

☁ she adores the rain. (argue with a wall)

☁ like she has a raincoat she wears and goes out to take pretty rain themed pictures.

☁ jumping in puddles with her s/o >

☁ if she didn't want to go take photos, she'd bake cookies.

☁ like anykind of chocolate chip cookie.

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ todd morrison

☁ he's a strange one to rainy days. like, i don't think he's like them, nor hate them entirely. just a minor dislike.

☁ like he gets to spend the day the way he usually would do- by being indoors.

☁ he'd just work on a project of his, nothing rain specific.

☁ kind of a buzzkill-

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ travis phelps

☁ don't think this poor boy would like rainy days. or at least pretends to hate them.

☁ like he'd have to be stuck at home, with his father.... don't think he's fond of it.

☁ i feel the only way he'd enjoy rainy days, is spending them with his s/o. (potential drabble?)

☁ but in the comfort of his room, he's 100% silently counting and racing rain drops in his mind. maybe with his s/o.

☁ for him, rainy days are dependent on whos with him.

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hihi! I've seen your Blind reader headcanons for Sally Face characters and I loved it! Could you make another one with Sal, Larry, Ash and Todd with a reader who uses a wheelchair? Thanks in advance!! (⁠ ⁠/⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠)⁠/⁠♪⁠♪

a/n: again, writing when my finger is fucked. but at least it's taped so its better.

characters: sal fisher, larry johnson, ashley campbell, todd morrison

ft. gizmo, mr. packerton

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ sal fisher

✮⋆˙ he push you around with gizmo on your lap. everywhere and anywhere.

✮⋆˙ he'd always sit down and rest his head on your lap. like he'd sit on the floor by your chair and rest his face on your lap.

✮⋆˙ he feels bad when you can't go ghost hunting with him, but, in a sense he is more relaxed since your safe from demons and such.

✮⋆˙ he'd always take care of you. he'd never want you to wind up like mr.packerton. (i feel the poor boy would be traumatized not matter what choice was made.)

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ larry johnson

✮⋆˙ a good thing about addison apartments is that it doesn't possess any stairs. so visiting him would be easy.

✮⋆˙ he'd help you in and out of your chair without a problem. you want to sit in his beanbag? too easy.

✮⋆˙ he'd be like a gaurd dog. nobody would damage your chair under his watch.

✮⋆˙ i bet he'd learn how to fix and maintenance your chair. so it's always at its peak condition.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ashley campbell

✮⋆˙ handknitting you a lap blanket >

✮⋆˙ it wouldn't just be one she knits for you, its many. your lap would never be cold.

✮⋆˙ hate to break it to you, but i feel her house woulf be a classic suburban, so stairs. getting in and upstairs. so visiting her would come with difficulties.

✮⋆˙ she'd love to take photos, she finds the compositions and silohettes she could capture from your chair could be beautiful. plus she gets to take photos of your pretty/handsome face. win win.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ todd morrison

✮⋆˙ he'd be the one to make additional safety measures for your chair. like make break improvements and such.

✮⋆˙ nah cus i feel he'd geek out over the mechanics behind your wheelchair.

✮⋆˙ like larry, he'd take the time to make sure your chair is well taken care of.

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W A T E R C O L O U R

a/n: i'm backkkkk. out of a impromptu writing block. i wanna do like a series or sm. ya know? also, not proofread and is just larry fluff.

characters: larry johnson

ft. lisa johnson

A simple stroke, that's all it took. One simple stroke could ruin and muddy the colours he's already painted. He dipped his brush back into the water to remove the colour off the bristles.

A soft knocking could be heard on his bedroom door. It was some how heard over the Sanity's Fall being played in the background. Only Larry would paint a peacefull landscape with Sanity's Fall blaring.

❛ Come in. ❜

With his approval, the person at his door entered. It was you. One of his closest friends, the one that got his heart to do flips. You were right by his side from the moment you entered his room, overlooking his work from his shoulder. Literally.

❛ Is this Addison Apartment's in autumn? ❜

Your voice rang through Larry's ears, making him loose all thought. More so from your proximity alone.

❛ Yeah, with all the leaves and shit. ❜

He gestured to his work. Truthfully, Addison Apartment's isn't a pretty or attractive building. It looked more like a run down shack in the middle of flat grassy terrain, connecting to the rest of the town by a long footpath.

It was Larry's artistic interpretation. Changing the pine looking trees to ones that actually shed auburn and crimson leaves.

❛ Lisa said you've been working on this all day. ❜

That off comment left your lips, reaching into your backpack and pulling out a McDonald's brown bag. It was crumpled, but it still smelt fresh and good.

❛ You didn't have too. ❜

Larry placed his watercolour paintbrush back into his cup of water. Taking the brown bag and pulling out the burger.

❛ You deserve it. ❜

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larry johnson m.list

☁︎ Fluff ꩜ Angst

✧ Platonic ☔︎︎ Sad

❥ rainy day hc

summary: how they feel on a rainy day

❥ blind reader hcs ✧ ☁︎

summary: self explanitory.

❥ caring for a f! reader ✧

summary: platonic carning for a reader.

❥ celebrating readers birthday ☁︎

summary: celebrating their gfs birthday

❥ reader in a wheelchair hcs ✧ ☁︎

summary: pretty self explanitory

❥ watercolour ☁︎

summary: larry works long and hard on a painting

G U I L T

a/n: posting fnaf shit for ✨variety✨ and this one is quite long. what can i say? i was in the zone.

character: michael afton

tw: death, implied depression,

mentions: fredbear, evan afton,

One thing you couldn't forget. Michael's face when Fredbear's jaws clamped shut on his little brother's head. His eyes were wide and guilty, the rest of his expression hidden behind his bloodied Foxy mask.

Safe to say, he was terrified and felt horrible about the accident. It was evident in how long he spent in the hospital. Right by his brother's side, praying for him to recover.

But now, after the funeral, he rarely left his room. He never hung around Fredbear's before it closed down after the accident.

You knocked on his bedroom door, you normally checked in on him. Making sure he ate and and drank. Ensuring he was taking care of himself properly.

Today, you find him taking a nap in his messy bed. His limbs sprawled aimlessly around his bed. You smiled, he looked peaceful. Smelly, but peaceful.

You cleaned his room, putting dirty vlothes in his hamper and such. Spraying Febreeze you store in his wardrobe to help with any lingering smells his room may have. Like any stale storage smells or odor from clothes.

❛ Mike? Wakey Wakey. ❜

You gently shook his shoulder, watching his features stir into a waking up expression. You motioned for him to sit up so he could eat and let you brush his hair. His curley mullet spiking in different directions.

❛ Good morning? ❜

He took a sip of water, his voice was hoarse and filled of sleep. You smiled. taking his hairbrush and brushing his hair. He was relaxed.

❛ It's 1pm, silly. You slept most of the day. ❜

You chuckled, watching as his brows furrow as he read his alarm clock.

❛ What day is it? ❜

He looked up at you, leaning backwards into your gentle touches. He liked the feeling of his hair being brushed by another.

❛ Saturday. Did you want to go somewhere today? ❜

You tilted your head down at him. Pausing brushing his hair mid-stroke. You were studying his mannerisms closely.

❛ I don't know. I like my bed... and my room. I'm tired. ❜

He tilted his head back to look you in your eyes. His blue ones looking tired and sleep filled. His eye's were like a gateway to his soul. To things he's never speak aloud or admit.

He was still feeling guilty and mourning.

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