All art and Blender content I post is mine, unless I say otherwise. So please, don't use it for anything unless I give you permission. I'm off and on here, and am more active on Deviantart, Discord, Quotev, all that. I also don't want any of that NSFW crap on here, as .. yeAh-
I can't use the minor excuse anymore, but the point still stands-
My banner was made by me-
Anyway, my birthday is January 22nd, and I'm an OG FNAF fan.
I also tend to ramble a lot, so .. ignore that- :''p
I'm also prone to posting tons of FNAF headcanons, sooo .. beware- : )
The biGgest fan of Withered Freddy, and the only ship I really enjoy is Freddy and Chica ( especially Withered- )
And I'm always open to semi-literate-to-literate FNAF roleplays, so give me a shout if you wanna do one- : )
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I HATE how fucking sensitive my ears are. Legit need them covered with smthn or I can't SLEEP!
There have been moments where even the smallest cliCk traumatizes me to wake, and the rest of the time I'm just forcing my eyes close, telling myself to tHiNK abt smthn that's boring and would make you sleep.
Doesn't fucking WORK!
And it's not even that I'm not tired. Sometimes, I'm really damn exhausted, and yet I just cannoT sleep!
I've used headphones, I've tried sleeping in positions that could turn me into a part-time contortionist, but nothing, absolutely NOTHING shuts these ears off-
Sometimes it's in the middle of alMoST being asleep, and fuckass downstairs makes a scuffle, and back I am. No sleep evEr again- 😀
not my tweet or my fic (and there’s a good chance of this comment being a bot) but yeah, don’t do this. sure, some writers wouldn’t mind having fanfics (or direct continuation) of their fanfics written by someone else. some may even be thrilled and happy. but the fandom etiquette is that if you want to write a fanfic or a continuation of someone’s fanfic, YOU POLITELY ASK THE WRITER FOR THEIR PERMISSION. not their readers.
also 5 months isn’t long at all. 5 months is 5 minutes when it comes to fanfics. I’ve waited years for my favorite fics to get updated (one of my favorite fanfics was updated by the author after 13 years) and I’ve never said anything to them about “it’s been ___ years, I don’t think it will get updated anymore”. because another fandom / fanfic etiquette is that fanfic writers write for free in their free time, they don’t owe you anything. maybe they will update one day. maybe they won’t. if you want your favorite fic to get updated, you comment something like “this is good!! I’m excited for what happens next” and maybe your positive comment will motivate the author to update. but you don’t say “it’s been ___ months or years”. fanfics writers write for themselves and their own enjoyment. they’re just kind enough to let you read their works for free. stop being rude and entitled to fanfic writers.
Bro, if someone did this to me, I think I would actually loSe it- 😀
My fanfics are mY oWn idEas that I've fleshed out over the past few yeArS-
Someone stealiNg it and taking the plot into a direction I wouldn't want it to go, and rUiniNg how I see the characters in mY oWN wOrK, would kiLl me- 🫠
Just because there hasn't been anything for, like, a yeAR, doesn't mean people have walked awAy from it-
My case is literally just motivation and tiMe refusing to coexiSt- 🙃
1 ) His firmware's the most vulnerable to viruses, because he has survived a malware that was basically the animatronic equivalent to rabies in his withered phase-
There are still hints of its existence after he's revamped, because you can never exactly erase something once it's therE-
2 ) He's often put out of order because the employees don't know hoW to work with him. His arm catches on fire with the slightest hiNt of a stage protocol / overuse, and nobody's been able to fix that- :v
He's grown used to it at this point-
3 ) Also, the staff hatEs working with him. When they have to prepare him for a show, they curse him out a loT because he's high-maintenance aF-
He doesn't care about them, but it still stings- :,)
4 ) Has an irrational fear of dolls and faces that shouldn't be alive. He hates plushies, hates the empty masks in the parts and service, hates anything with animated features. Sometimes, even the others' faces set him off, so he just stays away-
He's NOT a people person-
5 ) His opinions about the others depend greatly on how much they petriFy him-
Bonnie's face irritates him the most, because it's uncanny-
The Cupcake's a close second, Freddy on the third-
Despite that he's absurdly loyal to the boss, and listens to him more than a fucking guARd doG- :T
6 ) The only 'tronic with aroma sensors built in, but they're fauLty aF. He claims everything smells like fiSh and naugHt-
7 ) He used to be infamous for teaching the kids how to sweAr-
The censor they coded into him back then was never removed, even if he doesn't do that anymore-
8 ) Empathy is not his strongest suite-
He's straightforward, and spits out whatever's on his mind without a filter.
Sometimes, it causes regret. Others, he just can't bring himself to care.
He's called Bonnie uGly on his face, too many times- : )
9 ) His decisions are based purely on "if it has potential for adVentuRe, I tAkE-" and that lands him in ... interesting situations-
He can never be put in charge of something. Freddy has regretted it every time-
10 ) He's not the sharpest tool in the shed, for sure-
Took too much liberty in being the youngest of the group, and now the one thing he's somEwhAt good at is combat-
He's also quicker than the others at a normal pace, even, so that helps him out in that case-
11 ) He has a love-hate relationship with waLls-
He loves scraping his hook on them, leaves deep engravings and claims they're ancient spEak-
They're not- :v
12 ) He doesn't know hoW to read, by the way-
Never tRied either- : )
13 ) Has strong potential for being one of the most hated animatronics out of the group, because his care's quite .. invisible-
And he often says shit that causes problEms-
14 ) His right eye's a little crooked, bcuz he barely uses it-
Also highly photosensitive, he can't see out of it in bright spaces. Darker places, however, it's a master at.
Its light's a bit wonKy though, often times it's just dim, or flickering waaay too much than necessary-
15 ) The hook's the love of his liFe. If something happens to it, he frEaks-
1 ) His firmware's the most vulnerable to viruses, because he has survived a malware that was basically the animatronic equivalent to rabies in his withered phase-
There are still hints of its existence after he's revamped, because you can never exactly erase something once it's therE-
2 ) He's often put out of order because the employees don't know hoW to work with him. His arm catches on fire with the slightest hiNt of a stage protocol / overuse, and nobody's been able to fix that- :v
He's grown used to it at this point-
3 ) Also, the staff hatEs working with him. When they have to prepare him for a show, they curse him out a loT because he's high-maintenance aF-
He doesn't care about them, but it still stings- :,)
4 ) Has an irrational fear of dolls and faces that shouldn't be alive. He hates plushies, hates the empty masks in the parts and service, hates anything with animated features. Sometimes, even the others' faces set him off, so he just stays away-
He's NOT a people person-
5 ) His opinions about the others depend greatly on how much they petriFy him-
Bonnie's face irritates him the most, because it's uncanny-
The Cupcake's a close second, Freddy on the third-
Despite that he's absurdly loyal to the boss, and listens to him more than a fucking guARd doG- :T
6 ) The only 'tronic with aroma sensors built in, but they're fauLty aF. He claims everything smells like fiSh and naugHt-
7 ) He used to be infamous for teaching the kids how to sweAr-
The censor they coded into him back then was never removed, even if he doesn't do that anymore-
8 ) Empathy is not his strongest suite-
He's straightforward, and spits out whatever's on his mind without a filter.
Sometimes, it causes regret. Others, he just can't bring himself to care.
He's called Bonnie uGly on his face, too many times- : )
9 ) His decisions are based purely on "if it has potential for adVentuRe, I tAkE-" and that lands him in ... interesting situations-
He can never be put in charge of something. Freddy has regretted it every time-
10 ) He's not the sharpest tool in the shed, for sure-
Took too much liberty in being the youngest of the group, and now the one thing he's somEwhAt good at is combat-
He's also quicker than the others at a normal pace, even, so that helps him out in that case-
11 ) He has a love-hate relationship with waLls-
He loves scraping his hook on them, leaves deep engravings and claims they're ancient spEak-
They're not- :v
12 ) He doesn't know hoW to read, by the way-
Never tRied either- : )
13 ) Has strong potential for being one of the most hated animatronics out of the group, because his care's quite .. invisible-
And he often says shit that causes problEms-
14 ) His right eye's a little crooked, bcuz he barely uses it-
Also highly photosensitive, he can't see out of it in bright spaces. Darker places, however, it's a master at.
Its light's a bit wonKy though, often times it's just dim, or flickering waaay too much than necessary-
15 ) The hook's the love of his liFe. If something happens to it, he frEaks-
1 ) His firmware's the most vulnerable to viruses, because he has survived a malware that was basically the animatronic equivalent to rabies in his withered phase-
There are still hints of its existence after he's revamped, because you can never exactly erase something once it's therE-
2 ) He's often put out of order because the employees don't know hoW to work with him. His arm catches on fire with the slightest hiNt of a stage protocol / overuse, and nobody's been able to fix that- :v
He's grown used to it at this point-
3 ) Also, the staff hatEs working with him. When they have to prepare him for a show, they curse him out a loT because he's high-maintenance aF-
He doesn't care about them, but it still stings- :,)
4 ) Has an irrational fear of dolls and faces that shouldn't be alive. He hates plushies, hates the empty masks in the parts and service, hates anything with animated features. Sometimes, even the others' faces set him off, so he just stays away-
He's NOT a people person-
5 ) His opinions about the others depend greatly on how much they petriFy him-
Bonnie's face irritates him the most, because it's uncanny-
The Cupcake's a close second, Freddy on the third-
Despite that he's absurdly loyal to the boss, and listens to him more than a fucking guARd doG- :T
6 ) The only 'tronic with aroma sensors built in, but they're fauLty aF. He claims everything smells like fiSh and naugHt-
7 ) He used to be infamous for teaching the kids how to sweAr-
The censor they coded into him back then was never removed, even if he doesn't do that anymore-
8 ) Empathy is not his strongest suite-
He's straightforward, and spits out whatever's on his mind without a filter.
Sometimes, it causes regret. Others, he just can't bring himself to care.
He's called Bonnie uGly on his face, too many times- : )
9 ) His decisions are based purely on "if it has potential for adVentuRe, I tAkE-" and that lands him in ... interesting situations-
He can never be put in charge of something. Freddy has regretted it every time-
10 ) He's not the sharpest tool in the shed, for sure-
Took too much liberty in being the youngest of the group, and now the one thing he's somEwhAt good at is combat-
He's also quicker than the others at a normal pace, even, so that helps him out in that case-
11 ) He has a love-hate relationship with waLls-
He loves scraping his hook on them, leaves deep engravings and claims they're ancient spEak-
They're not- :v
12 ) He doesn't know hoW to read, by the way-
Never tRied either- : )
13 ) Has strong potential for being one of the most hated animatronics out of the group, because his care's quite .. invisible-
And he often says shit that causes problEms-
14 ) His right eye's a little crooked, bcuz he barely uses it-
Also highly photosensitive, he can't see out of it in bright spaces. Darker places, however, it's a master at.
Its light's a bit wonKy though, often times it's just dim, or flickering waaay too much than necessary-
15 ) The hook's the love of his liFe. If something happens to it, he frEaks-
Freddy and Chica being absolutely smitten with each other headcanons
These two are the kinda obsession that comes back every once in a while, and it comes back strong- :,,,D
Not that I'm complaining, lol-
♡ They leave lil' notes for one another here and there. It's more of a Freddy thing, but Chica does it too. Said notes are often left in things that'd be important to them. In Freddy's case, they're sometimes even hidden on him, and he doesn't know until one slides out of a gap or something-
Not the best at writing, because they don't exactly know how to write, but it's the gesture that counts-
Fred sometimes leaves paper flowers with them-
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♡ Freddy has it fed into his routines to check the pizzeria breakers at least twice every night at the same exact hours, just to be ready when the power's about to go out.
He has an extra stash of flashlights he quietly whisked away from the staff members because "they don't need them", and if he's aware of when the place goes dark, he places them around the building as makeshift light sources for her- : )
The employees don't know where they are. Freddy refuses to elaborate-
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♡ Chica arranges little things around the place and often leaves notes because bear's a neat-frEak that doesn't stand one hat placed in the wroNg direction-
She's the only one Freddy trusts with that, because the other two, in his own words "are only there to create the problems"-
Said problems being catastrophic messes that could result in reputable damage to the place, but we don't talk about that-
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♡︎ Freddy's a fuzzy bear. She traces lil' hearts on his fur when they're on their own. He's not stirred by that-
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♡ They can't stay without the other for too long. If he's out of her sight for more than an hour, duCkie's wandering the building like a lost puppy-
Freddy's no different, but he often subconsciously knows where she is- : )
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♡ They sneak out of the pizzeria for silly lil' dates. Sometimes, it's from the back door through the kitchen. Others, they have to negotiate with a certain golden bear.
DucKie refuses to leave flower shops, gardens, any place with music and pretty lights.
They've not scared the life out of humans more than once. Not at all-
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♡︎ Every new and popular song is fed into Freddy for the performances every week. DucKie loves music. She pesters him into playing it all when he comes by the kitchen.
She also adds in with pots and pans- :>
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♡︎ Chica has visual-auditory synesthesia. Freddy's voice is the prettiest color even above the pinks of music. She sometimes just sits entranced by that, listening to him.
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♡︎ Dare poke fun at them and they stick around out of spite, just to spot your one weakness to mock you about for the rest of your life- :^
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♡ Their hands find one another almost on instinct. They hold hands when standing together, sometimes even on stage-
There have been whispers among employees that the bear and chicken have something going on. Management claims they're delusional and really need to focus on their jobs-
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♡︎ They stand up for one another no matter what. Dare say one wrong thing about the other and they will vehemently call you out, even if you're right- : )
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♡︎ DucKie's incredibly bubbly with him, aand also flirts with him a lot-
FeDdy often fails at doing it back-
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♡ Freddy gives off huge teddy bear vibes when he's with her. We're talking expecting tiny words of praise, a small kiss, hugs. Heck! He even just melTs at her touch-
He claims he's not that weak-
In reality, he's just a big soFtie- :>
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♡ At certain hours, they just stick by the break room for a lil' dance-
Neither of them knoW how to dance. They just improvise things with good old radio music, or smthn from Freddy's music box-
I have to do that sometimes, or else I get too critical of my writing and it sucks the liFe out of the whole thing- :")
I wanted to finish this so bad, but I've been so busy with life this fell into the list of `to do lAtEr` things that never got done later-
So done with this semester I wanna hide in a buNkEr or smthn-
Anywayyyys-
Yeeaah-
I have an entire ellipsus folder labeled "TheM" bcuz these two deserve that honor-
Okay, I'll quit the yap-
This is unfinished, lol-
( Was totaLly not the Valentine's Day thingiE I was planning to do and miserably fAiLed at- )
She said one night. Unprompted.
❉᯽❉❉᯽❉~❉᯽❉❉᯽❉❉᯽❉❉᯽❉❉᯽❉❉᯽❉
"Your voice is such a pretty color,"
It had been a quiet day, and even more so a quiet night. Not a lot of customers. Not a lot of disturbance from the humans during the day, and not much during afterhours either.
The power was out, leaving the building muddled in darkness, so he'd joined her. Just to make sure she didn't freak out on her own. Sure, she had the cupcake with her all the time, but, Freddy's company had always been relatively better for the dark.
Because, his voice had color.
Warm. Brown. The pretty shade of an autumn sunset. Whenever he spoke, it bloomed. First at the edges, then bled further into her vision like oil in water.
And, in the darkness, it was like a lifeline. Giving her only more reason to love his voice.
There was something on his end. A whirr. A click. The faintest shift of his hand around her shoulder, trailing down to her arm. "Color?"
He asked like it was a new concept.
"How's that?"
She opened her eyes, gazed over to her hand on his chest. Her fingers tapped gently across his shell, pondering how to put her words together for a moment.
"It's brown," her tone was soft, like she admired that fact too much. Color was the way her vision worked, and his voice was the prettiest color out of the four of them. ".. like you, but … lighter."
Freddy snorted at the small description. The sound rumbled through his chest, a faint vibration coursing under her hand. His head readjusted over hers, and in turn she brushed hers lightly against him.
"Never heard someone describe my voice like that before,"
A soft hum, optics flickering dimly with this, profound sense of endearment. "Who else would say it to you, huh? Bonnie?" she said jokingly, pulling a small laugh from his end.
"No, but—" he explained, ear closest to her flicking upon touching her head feathers. "—it's different."
"You like that," the giggled reply.
"You could say that," the faintest puff of air pushed out of his vents, accompanying a click and whirr from internal mechanisms. "You could also say I just, like all of you."
The words were enough to evoke this, flutter in her systems. A warm sensation that tickled every wire and circuit within. For a second that color in her field of vision muddled with strokes of pink, while a louder chuckle slipped her voice-box, partially against her volition.
"Oh, lieverd," then she just, closed her optics with a soft sigh.
Few moments just, went by in a warm, peacfeul silence.
Without moving, then, a thought compelled her to speak again: "What about me? What color do you see when I talk?"
It was her normal to see certain sounds in color, so the others probably had the same experience, right? They were built under the same blueprint on the inside, just differed by how they saw the world.
It never occurred that there were some physical differences too.
"I … don't know," His answer came after a pause, like he'd really thought on it. It caused her optics to blink open again, the light flickering quizzically, as .. how could he not know?
"The color of everything, I guess." but he'd said it like it was generic. Like he didn't see one specific color in her voice like she did.
"It's not a single color?"
"Not really," he replied truthfully. "I don't really see any colors in sounds, Chi."
But it was as natural to her as life. How come he saw differently?
The thought forced her to shift at last. Pulling herself out of that comfortable position so she could face him, scan his features properly and assess if he was lying. He wasn't.
"You're telling me, you don't see any color when I talk? It's just dark for you?"
"Well, not only dark," He snorted, hand reaching up to cup the side of her face. Ears lowering a fraction. His optics dimmed with something softer, then he added, "I do see you."
"But, you don't see color in my voice?" still unable to believe it, because life without something so beautiful was … well, what life was it?
He shook his head. "Not your voice specifically … I guess it's just something unique to you."
Her whole life felt like a lie in that moment. Because to her, everyone saw like that. It's why she never asked them. Why she found it odd when mentioning the color of some sound caught the others off guard. Freddy just crushed that entire belief system.
Head instinctively leaning into his touch, she stared at him wide-eyed. It didn't make sense.
"You— " A scoff. "—you live in such a boring, colorless world."
"I wouldn't say that," his thumb traced gently over her cheek. "You see color in my voice, and—" head tilting slightly, warmth and endearment seeping into his tone, "—I see color in you. Your eyes. Your face. Everything."
And, upon mention, those same eyes flickered. Shock replacing with affection. Edges of her vision brightened with nothing but the color of him, and everything else just, became secondary. Blurred out under that touch. Under that look of pure love present in his own gaze. That warm brown of his voice still lingered, tinting her view of him, and fueling that admiration for him a thousandfold.
Her hand lifted, trailed gently to his over her cheek, and just .. sat there. Pressed it closer to herself. The free one found his face, rested closer to his muzzle.
A few beats of quiet adoration later, her voice cracked the silence with a low, "Talk to me .."
And he did. He did talk. His ear flicked, and he'd tipped his head toward her hand. Blinked once, then uttered a soft, "What do you want to hear?"
And, it bloomed. That soft cascade of brown. Flickering through her vision in the most beautiful way it could. A part of her wished she could show it to him, what effect just a question in his voice had on her.
"Just, you …" it came out distracted. Optics closing, simply absorbing that pretty shade of color like it was her lifeline .....
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Yeeaah, you can tell there was intent for more, but I gave up- 🫠
I have to do that sometimes, or else I get too critical of my writing and it sucks the liFe out of the whole thing- :")
I wanted to finish this so bad, but I've been so busy with life this fell into the list of `to do lAtEr` things that never got done later-
So done with this semester I wanna hide in a buNkEr or smthn-
Anywayyyys-
Yeeaah-
I have an entire ellipsus folder labeled "TheM" bcuz these two deserve that honor-
Okay, I'll quit the yap-
This is unfinished, lol-
( Was totaLly not the Valentine's Day thingiE I was planning to do and miserably fAiLed at- )
She said one night. Unprompted.
❉᯽❉❉᯽❉~❉᯽❉❉᯽❉❉᯽❉❉᯽❉❉᯽❉❉᯽❉
"Your voice is such a pretty color,"
It had been a quiet day, and even more so a quiet night. Not a lot of customers. Not a lot of disturbance from the humans during the day, and not much during afterhours either.
The power was out, leaving the building muddled in darkness, so he'd joined her. Just to make sure she didn't freak out on her own. Sure, she had the cupcake with her all the time, but, Freddy's company had always been relatively better for the dark.
Because, his voice had color.
Warm. Brown. The pretty shade of an autumn sunset. Whenever he spoke, it bloomed. First at the edges, then bled further into her vision like oil in water.
And, in the darkness, it was like a lifeline. Giving her only more reason to love his voice.
There was something on his end. A whirr. A click. The faintest shift of his hand around her shoulder, trailing down to her arm. "Color?"
He asked like it was a new concept.
"How's that?"
She opened her eyes, gazed over to her hand on his chest. Her fingers tapped gently across his shell, pondering how to put her words together for a moment.
"It's brown," her tone was soft, like she admired that fact too much. Color was the way her vision worked, and his voice was the prettiest color out of the four of them. ".. like you, but … lighter."
Freddy snorted at the small description. The sound rumbled through his chest, a faint vibration coursing under her hand. His head readjusted over hers, and in turn she brushed hers lightly against him.
"Never heard someone describe my voice like that before,"
A soft hum, optics flickering dimly with this, profound sense of endearment. "Who else would say it to you, huh? Bonnie?" she said jokingly, pulling a small laugh from his end.
"No, but—" he explained, ear closest to her flicking upon touching her head feathers. "—it's different."
"You like that," the giggled reply.
"You could say that," the faintest puff of air pushed out of his vents, accompanying a click and whirr from internal mechanisms. "You could also say I just, like all of you."
The words were enough to evoke this, flutter in her systems. A warm sensation that tickled every wire and circuit within. For a second that color in her field of vision muddled with strokes of pink, while a louder chuckle slipped her voice-box, partially against her volition.
"Oh, lieverd," then she just, closed her optics with a soft sigh.
Few moments just, went by in a warm, peacfeul silence.
Without moving, then, a thought compelled her to speak again: "What about me? What color do you see when I talk?"
It was her normal to see certain sounds in color, so the others probably had the same experience, right? They were built under the same blueprint on the inside, just differed by how they saw the world.
It never occurred that there were some physical differences too.
"I … don't know," His answer came after a pause, like he'd really thought on it. It caused her optics to blink open again, the light flickering quizzically, as .. how could he not know?
"The color of everything, I guess." but he'd said it like it was generic. Like he didn't see one specific color in her voice like she did.
"It's not a single color?"
"Not really," he replied truthfully. "I don't really see any colors in sounds, Chi."
But it was as natural to her as life. How come he saw differently?
The thought forced her to shift at last. Pulling herself out of that comfortable position so she could face him, scan his features properly and assess if he was lying. He wasn't.
"You're telling me, you don't see any color when I talk? It's just dark for you?"
"Well, not only dark," He snorted, hand reaching up to cup the side of her face. Ears lowering a fraction. His optics dimmed with something softer, then he added, "I do see you."
"But, you don't see color in my voice?" still unable to believe it, because life without something so beautiful was … well, what life was it?
He shook his head. "Not your voice specifically … I guess it's just something unique to you."
Her whole life felt like a lie in that moment. Because to her, everyone saw like that. It's why she never asked them. Why she found it odd when mentioning the color of some sound caught the others off guard. Freddy just crushed that entire belief system.
Head instinctively leaning into his touch, she stared at him wide-eyed. It didn't make sense.
"You— " A scoff. "—you live in such a boring, colorless world."
"I wouldn't say that," his thumb traced gently over her cheek. "You see color in my voice, and—" head tilting slightly, warmth and endearment seeping into his tone, "—I see color in you. Your eyes. Your face. Everything."
And, upon mention, those same eyes flickered. Shock replacing with affection. Edges of her vision brightened with nothing but the color of him, and everything else just, became secondary. Blurred out under that touch. Under that look of pure love present in his own gaze. That warm brown of his voice still lingered, tinting her view of him, and fueling that admiration for him a thousandfold.
Her hand lifted, trailed gently to his over her cheek, and just .. sat there. Pressed it closer to herself. The free one found his face, rested closer to his muzzle.
A few beats of quiet adoration later, her voice cracked the silence with a low, "Talk to me .."
And he did. He did talk. His ear flicked, and he'd tipped his head toward her hand. Blinked once, then uttered a soft, "What do you want to hear?"
And, it bloomed. That soft cascade of brown. Flickering through her vision in the most beautiful way it could. A part of her wished she could show it to him, what effect just a question in his voice had on her.
"Just, you …" it came out distracted. Optics closing, simply absorbing that pretty shade of color like it was her lifeline .....
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Yeeaah, you can tell there was intent for more, but I gave up- 🫠
I really love this introduction scene because it very clearly shows which of the Afton siblings got the privilege of being socialized and which one is Michael
I really love this introduction scene because it very clearly shows which of the Afton siblings got the privilege of being socialized and which one is Michael
I really love this introduction scene because it very clearly shows which of the Afton siblings got the privilege of being socialized and which one is Michael
the pupplings been floating around in my ideas ever since the fnaf 2 movie.... now i ain't sayin' anything's gonna happen with the marionettes in freedom au... but i ain't sayin' nothin's gon happen with the marionettes in freedom au either :>
the pupplings been floating around in my ideas ever since the fnaf 2 movie.... now i ain't sayin' anything's gonna happen with the marionettes in freedom au... but i ain't sayin' nothin's gon happen with the marionettes in freedom au either :>
