#before the bite

[dallyfitz3]

he had to go

wow it’s been so long since I’ve posted on here. I want to believe my art has improved but I refuse to look back on anything I drew before last week

anyways GoldieAGA as sua + a little bit of my au jammed in there

[delicious-dream-before-the-storm]

HAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

[lozenger8]

Working, Working on my Fitness

Danny watches Scott as he practices making shots. He’s gotten better; his aim is more consistent and he has more force behind his shots. But he’s not good, yet. Danny’s seen Scott watching from the sidelines since the beginning of freshman year. He’s heard Scott analyze the playbook and make clever suggestions. He’s watched him come and run drills every Saturday and Sunday, on top of their Wednesday practice sessions. But Scott’s still barely above mediocre. It makes Danny feel bad for Scott – who tries so hard, and treats everyone well, and clearly wants to be a better player, but just doesn’t have the skills yet. And maybe never will.

“I could help, if you want?” Danny says, the one time he’s managed to get Scott alone, no Jackson or Stiles in sight.

“Huh?” Scott asks, gazing at Danny, because he didn’t hear the thoughts in Danny’s head that lead up to this offer, to him this is a non sequitur.

“I could give you Lacrosse pointers,” Danny explains, not usually someone who gets flustered, but flustering anyway, because sometimes Scott looks at him from under his floppy bangs, and sometimes Danny’s heart speeds up twice it’s normal speed, and sometimes Scott McCall is the cutest person he’s ever met.

“I’d like that!” Scott says, expression brightening. “When are you free?”

“Anytime you like.”

Was that too eager? That was probably too eager.

“Friday, around half past three?” Scott asks, also sounding more excited than Danny would think possible.

On Friday, Danny’s changed into his spare workout gear and is waiting for Scott by the bleachers. When Scott arrives, he’s wearing jeans and a button-up shirt, and Stiles is in tow. Disappointment has a distinctive bitter taste, and it settles in the back of Danny’s mouth.

“This is so cool of you, Danny,” Scott says, all youthful exuberance and pretty smiles. Scott’s only four months younger than Danny, but sometimes that feels like years.

Stiles narrows his eyes at him. “A little too cool? Are we about to get pranked by Whittedouche?”

“Stiles,” Scott fiercely whispers. “You know Danny’s not like that.”

“And yet he’s Jerkson’s best friend,” Stiles whispers back, equally as vehement.

“I can hear you. Clearly.” Danny interjects. “This is not a prank. I just wanted to help Scott out.” He tries not to emphasize Scott too obviously, but he hears it; the lilt, the raised voice, the conviction.

Stiles gazes at him again, assessing. He glances at Scott, then back to Danny. He rocks back on his heels. “Okay. I’ve deemed it safe. I’m beat so I’m heading home.”

“Didn’t you want some pointers?” Scott asks, frowning at Stiles’ retreating form. Stiles shakes his head. “I’ll manage on my own.”

They then complete an extended wave that has four too many parts to it, and Stiles walks away.

Danny is left with Scott, his tongue welding itself to the roof of his mouth. Danny never thought he’d ever feel thankful for Stiles Stilinski, but he’s going to have to show his gratitude somehow.

“What did you want to show me first?” Scott asks, all wide-eyed innocence and dimples.

“Uh, I think your form could use some adjusting,” Danny says. “I’d need to touch you, if that’s okay? Put you in position.”

Scott’s eyes sweep down, eyelashes a smudge against his cheeks, but then he matches Danny’s intent gaze. His voice, when he speaks, is light but deeper than usual. “That’s more than okay.”

Danny softly, gently, places Scott how he wants him, hands him his Lacrosse stick. Every point of contact between them feels electrified.

“How does that feel?” Danny asks from behind Scott, bracketing him.

“Feels good. Stable,” Scott says. But then he twists around and faces Danny. “But this feels better.”

Scott presses a kiss to Danny’s lips, pulls back when Danny’s too slow to respond. “No, don’t,” Danny says, grasping hold of Scott’s shoulders.

“Sorry, I misread you. I thought…”

“No, I mean don’t stop,” Danny says, leaning back in and kissing Scott again.

Kissing Scott is like sunshine and rainbows and warm droplets of rain. Danny can’t help but grin as they pull apart.

“Have you been deliberately sucking at Lacrosse hoping I’d offer to teach you?” Danny asks, because that would make sense.

“Oh no, I’m genuinely terrible,” Scott replies. “I’m fully expecting all the help you can give me. But, uh… I could use some help in other areas too.”

Danny is more than equipped to assist Scott however he likes.

[thxsbitchhxwls]

Ugh! Like help, I need a younger face for Ambrosia, cause I want to do a high school verse, but I can't decide who to use for her younger self.

[chicas-meet-and-eat]

(I think this is pre-bite) Foxy walked up to the other, giving a dramatic bow before speaking "How's my lady doin' this evening?" for a split second his eyepatch came up and he gave a wink before it covered his eye once more.

Chica smiled happily at the bow, and curtsied to her friend with a sweet little chirp. She covered her beaked with her ‘feathered’ hands, laughing lightly, “Oh im doing jus’ fine cap’n!” She assured, responding with a bit of a pirate-like tone, “and ‘ow’re you doin’~?”

[chicas-meet-and-eat]

WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

"Earliest human memory…. like.. memory of meeting a human? Oh it was so nice! The doors were opened for the first time, everything was still shiny and new! These sweet little kids with their parents came in, excited and practically bouncing around! Oh they were so sweet and nice with us, everyone loved foxy, and bonnie and freddy and myself! heeeee!" She whistled a little in her joy, cupping her hands over her ‘lets eat’ bib. "One of my sweet peas was having his birthday that day too! We dacorated the cake together, how he liked! Rocket ships with pirates, oh his imagination was amazing! We all loved it!"

[chicas-meet-and-eat]

Hello!

Hello my sweet peas and chicka dees! I'm Chica, hehehe~ It's so nice to see you all, I hope you have fun! Bonnie's by the games and Foxy is looking for some new crew members! And I've got just the sweetest treat for you, I hope you like it~ (( Hi! New blog, Chica from FNAF. This blog kinda covers all time spots, from before the bite of 87 to the events of the game. The blog is still being fuddled around with, things may change in the next couple days till It's right how i like it u v u But hello, ask questions, have a treat, it is a meet and eat after all! ))

[imalooneytune]

I want to know more about Scott and Stiles's life before Scott got bitten. They both had family issues and were apparently two of like the biggest losers in school. I want to know more about that.