#basically a self insert

[gekritzelz]

Me and @mechanicoly got hired as interns at MCM surely nothing will go wrong and this is great career advancement

They pay pennies maybe they’ll let us hang out with da mimic

[civilhavoc]

yumeshipping with Adachi

Mikami - they/its

line art only version

[eggo-tistical]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎉🎉🎉

ABLEUDHWWUAGG THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!

everyone here has been so kind and i tremendously appreciate all the support my silly arts and i have gotten, my heart goes out to y’all 🩵🫰

[sadthummb]

Tadc oc, her name is Saxine. She doesn't speak, only toots

[artsyfangirl]

Michael Afton x Stressed Reader

A/N: Something happened in my house that got me bad. I hate yelling.

You’re crying. You don’t want to, you know it’s weak, but you can’t help it. Why does he have to be such an asshole? You wish Mike were here.

You’re sitting on the couch, having just gotten home from visiting your family. You both want and don’t want Mike to see you. You want his comfort, his validation that you did nothing wrong, you want to feel his arms wrapped around you.

But you don’t want him to see your weakness. You don’t want to have to explain (even though he wouldn’t ask, you would still feel obligated) your situation. You don’t want him to think you’re being over dramatic (he wouldn’t, but does that matter to you? No).

You try to quiet yourself. But you just end up sobbing.

“Dove? Are you ok?” You hear him ask. You feel ashamed, like a burden.

You should be able to remain out of sight, where you aren’t bothering anyone. You only make things worse. This is your fault. This is what you deserve.

“Sweets?” You break down, being reminded of the only other person who calls you that, of HIM. “Woah woah woah, what’s wrong? What happened?”

You look at him, trying your best to quell your trembling bottom lip. “What?”

He looks at you, and wordlessly opens his arms. It’s an invitation, and you take a moment before accepting, flinging yourself into his embrace.

He holds you close, whispering sweet nothings. You miss how his face contorts, feeling your pain. How the gears in his head start turning. What happened? Why are you like this?

“Dove, if it’s not too much to ask, did something happen?” He pushes, risking the calm mood for information.

You tense in his arms, and he’s about to tell you to never mind, before you say, in a voice thick with tears, “Nothing much. Everything’s ok, I’m just feeling overwhelmed.”

He knows that’s a lie, and so do you. “Did someone hurt you love?” You tense again, and the minute confirmation turns his blood boiling. His embrace tightens, and you worry you’ve made him mad. You drop a small, “Mike?” And he snaps out of it, looking down at you.

“Who was it?” You feel your gut turn. Oh no. Oh please no. Anything but this. You remain silent.

“Darling, who was it?” He just wants to help and maybe pound their face in, but that’s neither here nor there.

“… It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes it does. Who? I just want to help you.”

“……… but you can’t.”

“What?”

Oh shit. You’ve screwed up. You’ve said too much.

“What do you mean.”

Oh shit, you messed up. “I’m sorry…”

He snaps out of it. Oh shit, he made you think you did something wrong. “Oh no, darling, it’s ok. You didn’t do anything wrong, I just want to know what I can do to help.”

“You can trust me.”

“…. Why is he always like this?”

Mike almost asks you, ‘Who? Like what?’ Before he realizes that you’re trusting him with this information.

“I never did anything wrong, but it’s always been like this. For so long. It never changes.”

Oh, and if that didn’t hit close to home.

“I did everything I was asked. I just- wanted what every kid wants. For him to listen. To play with me. To tell me I did good… I never asked for this.”

Oh. OHHHHH. Oh SHIT. He knows where this is heading. It’s all too familiar. This is going to sound insensitive but…

“Looks like I’m not the only one with daddy issues, eh love?” You snort, taken by surprise, as you look up at him in reflex, and he takes the opportunity to wipe the tears from your eyes.

“You don’t have to talk about it, I’m sorry I bugged, that was wrong of me and I apologize.”

“It’s ok, I feel better now that it’s out in the open, anyways.”

“No, it’s not ok. You and I both know why.”

“…. You’re right. But you did it out of concern for me, and that’s what matters…. Let’s put it behind us, yeah? How about we make some cookies?”

“… sure, you going to bake the entire package again this time?”

You gasp, mock-offended. “How dare you!”

The two of you head to the kitchen, bickering all the while.

[mistic-sins]

So my friend @mattawesome has been secretly making a little AU based on our silly little friend group and now I can’t stop thinking about it

Closeups, concept art etc \/

Og designs by Marty smatawesome

[spookykestrel]

Been in an artsy mood ig

[fishtax]

I have art block so all I can really draw is my ocs

This is Summers first form they were basically scraped after this before the Pizzaplex opened and entirely changed their character

And yes I’ve mentioned it before but since summer was originally a girl they are technically (and canonly) trans which fazbear entertainment uses to rank in that sweet sweet cash from the lgbt community lmaoooo