Sammy!

Hey gangalang!! I draw, I rant, I grind. Fandoms I post the most about: fnaf, tadc, vocaloid, deltarune Commissions are closed 🥀🥀

[expiredgummyworms]

this is kind of silly but

The difference between Michael's handwriting and Charlie's is just kind of funny to me, she has such good handwriting for her age and Michael just scribbles

Full grown man vs Little girl 💔

Love the trailer btw

[swirlanyan]

my picsart isn’t working i cant add stickers to the second one sadly

[hirngespinst-phi]

Laika doodles!

[pebblul]

Smiling Brian is the best Brian

[thaliiiq]

This was from a few months ago and I finished it up this week

Happy Halloween!! 🎃

[moonsapply]

redesigned The Twins from Far cry New Dawn!

Mickey and Lou

heres the original designs if anyone doesnt remember how they look

[anpil7]

(ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

[amogus-real-not-clickbait]

@officialspec's amazinggg designs for spamtenna inktober day 11: human designs!

im also counting this as day 6 (rain/snow) unless i can finish the other gif i was making,, who needs rules im just doing whatever

[cocolito19]

Average Fazbear Entertainment employee struggles 😛😛😛😛

[yourfriend-505]

Michael afton my goat i love him so much omg

[malrivet]

posting here first cuz 4 some reason i cant post on x/twitter,,

[n-nicaela]

The masked figure is outside

[stripesu]

Good listener

been thinking a lot about Elizabeth lately. HUGE detailed-summary-style loredump below the cut if you're interested in reading about my headcanons:

Elizabeth knew she was a lonely girl. The family house was far from any neighborhood, her grouchy brother never left his room, and she stopped trying to win the affection of her parents long ago. Most of her days she spent inside, playing dolls by herself, burning through her coloring books and spending long hours staring at the ceiling. She hated the way weekend hours dragged, and every week she couldn't wait to go back to her classes on Monday.

At school her teachers told her all sorts of wonderful things: that she was a model student, a go-getter, a smart cookie. She was the student who got to brag about her grades, who always raised her hand higher than the rest, who never vandalized the bathrooms or stole from the pencil drawer. She did everything she could to be the center of attention. And she deserved it, right? I mean, who else in the class could spell words way above their grade level?

She could have made tons of friends, but the problem was that they never stayed. Time and time again she found a group of kids who accepted her, played with her for a few recesses, then tossed her out of the group like a rag. Why didn’t her peers like her? It made no sense. It had to be because they’re stupid, or cruel, or jealous. These rationalizations stung. In reality, she knew she was lying to herself. The other kids told her she was annoying. They said that she tried too hard to control their games. She knew that, whatever the problem was, it had to be something with her. Something on the inside.

At the end of the day, though, at least she had her father. It wasn’t him who excited her, but rather his job. Every now and again, he drove her to his underground workshop, where the air was suffocating and the rooms were so still you could hear pipes creaking in the walls. It wasn’t any less lonely than home or school, but the change of scenery was welcome. Besides, she was enchanted by the things her father built, even if she wasn't allowed to touch them.

Enter Dad's newest project: Circus Baby. Dad told Elizabeth all sorts of things about her – that she can sing, blow balloons, make ice cream, and that one day she’ll be on a stage covered in glitter and ribbons. Elizabeth was in awe. She sounded extraordinary! There was a catch, though. Elizabeth wasn’t allowed to see her. No one was, really, except for the few employees who received authorization to do so. And so Elizabeth sat in the hallways of her father's workshop while he worked in a back room. Bored. Alone. And deeply curious.

Months passed, and the project still was not finished. Sometimes Elizabeth overheard employee gossip about Baby. They said that she was ugly – creepy, even – and a huge waste of time and resources. They said that she might never be finished, that no one would buy her, and she would never perform. Well, that can’t be true, Elizabeth thought. How could something capable of such amazing talents be so unwanted? They kept Circus Baby in a room that was isolated from the rest of the workshop. Did she get lonely? Would it hurt her to know the things that people said about her? Elizabeth couldn’t help but feel empathetic towards Baby’s situation, and her curiosity grew.

So, eventually, Elizabeth decides to disobey her father. She wanders around the facility and finds the room. It’s cold and drab, the lights are off, and Circus Baby sits slumped on a bench. She looks tired, Elizabeth thinks. She looks like she could use a friend. So Elizabeth sits with her. She tells Baby about all the wonderful things she’s heard about her. She asks Baby if she gets lonely in her room, if Dad is like a father to her, and what she would do if she could speak to him. It’s all a bit silly, really. Elizabeth knows that Circus Baby is inanimate. But… it feels nice to have someone to talk to. Here, in this little room, is someone who will finally listen to her. She decides that Baby isn’t all that creepy, and promises to come see her again.

So the visits continue. Time and time again Elizabeth finds ways to slip under her father’s nose, and every time she heads straight for her only friend. She tells Circus Baby all sorts of things about her life, about her grouchy brother, her busy parents, her ignorant classmates. She wishes Baby could respond, but it’s okay if she doesn’t. They’re not too different, after all.

One day, Elizabeth comes in the room and Baby is powered on. This is a shock to her, since until now she’s only ever seen the clown in a dark and exhausted state. But, needless to say, she’s excited to see Circus Baby full of life. She greets Baby, Baby seems to recognize her, and she presents Elizabeth with an ice cream cup... you know the rest.

[expiredgummyworms]

rip Michael Afton you would've been the biggest Joan Jett & The Blackhearts fan 💔

[expiredgummyworms]

michael does a spin

Really lazy but I wanted to do this so here we are

[charliehorse0]

I’ve been thinking way too much about my AU so I’ll share my idea of the Henry/Mike relationship. I have a fic idea with this in mind, but I also have a lot of other ideas and don’t want to wait until I finish those lmao.

I know a lot of people love the idea of “Uncle Henry”, but I kind of like the idea of Michael and Henry never really getting along until around the time of FFPS.

This relies on my headcanon that Michael and the Emily children are roughly the same age and were friends, so keep that in mind. I imagine that after Charlie dies, Henry gets divorced and he becomes estranged from his son so he decides to use Michael as a kind-of-proxy for Charlie. Mike, even though he’s like 8, realises this and it kind of weirds him out and he distances himself from Henry.

I imagine Henry having a breakdown after the Bite of 83. Not only did Fredbear, kind of an extension of himself, kill a child, but it shattered his view of Michael as an extension of Charlotte. I have this idea of him screaming at William to punish his son or saying he’ll do it himself and then just breaking down and saying “Charlie wouldn’t do that”. It’d be even more tragic if him and David were the ones with that uncle/nephew bond.

Sorry to ramble lol

[expiredgummyworms]

alien stage art (plus a bunch of Ivan doodles from class)

Sketching him in school is so fun I love Ivan