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AHHHH I LOVE THIS CIRCUS BABY DESIGN SM
Did you know I was on stage once? š
foxy mask >:)
My first Commission for the lovely Backseat Games.
You can check out the design & other Backseat Merch here
FNAF 1 Backseat Animatronic
No thought only fnaf
Them <<<<333333333333
(fnaftober by @alexiseatzbeez)ā¼ļøā¼ļø
YAAY FNAFTOBER DAY TWO!!!!!! im probably gonna skip day three bc i got terribly sick ((((
and yeah I know those are not 'classic' , but 'withered' animatronics , but nothing can stop me when i wanna draw my girl chica
(fnaftober by @alexiseatzbeez)ā¼ļøā¼ļø
YAAY FNAFTOBER DAY TWO!!!!!! im probably gonna skip day three bc i got terribly sick ((((
and yeah I know those are not 'classic' , but 'withered' animatronics , but nothing can stop me when i wanna draw my girl chica
Can you believe it has been almost a decade since FNAF came to be!?
It feels like yesterday when I played FNAF 2 and 3 when they were still available as a demo.
I am happy that FNAF has went on for as long as it has, but the first few games will always be my favorite.
(The freddy picture does not belong to me)
Happy Birthday FNAF!!! šš„³šš
I can't believe the first game came out a decade ago today!
Did you know I was on stage once? š
Chica & Bonnie having bestest girl-boy-best-friend talk! š°š„
Interlude: The Sign, pt. 2
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Part 1 , Part 2 (youāre here!), Part 3 (soon)
See comic under the cut:
Slowly Learning (That Life Is Okay)
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A Little Night Music AU
Iām still writing it, never fear, itās just slow going. I have this habit of writing completely out of orderāespecially since this story is based in music, and my song fixations are fickle AF.
(Excerpt from a far-away chapter) Weāre Talking Away:
Moon stared at your phoneābut to your dismay, he didnāt move to take it. For a moment, you were afraid Sun had been wrongāthat not even this kind of olive branch would work.
When he finally moved, you nearly jerked back. He paused. Watching you. Reading you. Moon touched down onto the carpet. Then, he touched the phone at last. And he scrolled. For the longest thirty seconds of your life.
When his hand slid from the device, you frowned at his selection. It was the track youād been looping since your talk with Sun. Heād been listening.
āā¦You sure? Youāre not bored of this one yet?ā
His eyelights shuttered briefly. Then nothing. If you didnāt know any better, you could have mistaken him for an elaborate art installation; standing like a mannequin in the neon light. His stillness in these moments still unnerved you just enough. Which was likely their intention, regardless of the fragile bridges you were rebuilding.
He lifted a handāthe lack of bells nearly startling you; an unpleasant reminder of how you got to this point. But you didnāt flinch. You promised. You waited.
Moonās faceplate rotated, slowly, the gears clicking mutely. And slowly, gently, his fingers touched the edge of your phone again.
Tap. Tap.
You huffed.
āYouāre the boss.ā
You hit play.
As the first wave of synth drums pulsed in your fingers, Moon lifted off the ground once more. He regarded you, ever silentāhis eyelights glowing across your face. You searched for words. Something, anything, to keep this moment from endingāto delay Moon from taking off into the dark again.
And then heās soaring. Twisted up in that cable like aerial silk, swinging, tinny laughter floating over the familiar synthesized music. Something in your chest unclenched. You couldnāt help a smile as he passed just a bit too close, brushing your shoulder, the point of his hat nearly hitting your chin. He twirled, hooking the wire around his foot, and swung by again. Like heās remembering how to fly.
Show off.