edit: this is barely a roleplay account anymore. im just posting whatever fnaf stuff I want. i am actually for real transfem michael afton i guess (joke, im not transfem nor michael afton but if a transfem michael afton out there somewhere finds this blog then ill give you a gold medal)
original blog bio below cut
this is a michael afton blog for the sillies because i got too hyperfixated. admin is a minor uses any pronouns
asks are great, please feel free to send them and i will probably reply in character
rules
1. no nsfw
2. no bigotry of any kind
3. this is set during/after fnaf 3, but i can do any part of the timeline. just clarify if you're asking younger/older michael when you send the ask, otherwise i will assume you mean post-fnaf 3 mike
4. this version of michael is nonsam aromantic, transfem and uses he/her pronouns
5. i can do both joke interactions and proper roleplays, and they'll be tagged accordingly. for the sake of coherency, the memes and actual roleplays will be in separate timelines
If you've been following me for a while then you may've noticed my new painting series. (If you havent, you can see them at my #paintings tag.) About once a week I go out and paint something or other. As a hobby, of course, but sometimes the imagination runs dry.
Which is where this announcement comes in!
I officially invite and allow y'all to make suggestions for paintings! They could be anything, from blorbos you want me to paint or vague abstract prompts or techniques and challenges! When I do my weekly paintings (if I dont already have an idea in mind), I can turn to one of y'alls' suggestions.
And, hey, if you like what I make enough that you want the painting in your house, the literal canvas and all, I would not be against selling the stuff I paint 👀
guys ive solved it. the bite of 83 never happens in the movie timeline so michael never stops being an asshole, elizabeth still dies to circus baby, and the crying child survived long enough to realize they’re actually trans and is vanessa
after being killed on the job, ralph's guilty and troubled soul was absorbed by the pit of agony within the fredbear suit, trapped. his spirit yearned for the daughter he would never see again, and soon latched onto the quiet spirit also trapped within the suit as a thing to protect.
*slaps top of funtime foxy* yes, michael. this pink and white version of your favorite animatronic is what i see when i look at you. yeah i see a fucking drag queen, michael. i feel like i'm going to puke rainbows every time i stand next to you. i only see an f-slur. no i'm not going to say it because i can't reclaim it. what do you mean "dad you seem like you could". i am not queer, michael.