#glamzakis

[foxthespian]

Pointing at foxy. “ Sooooo scruffy tuffy and for WHAT ? to be SMAL “

[starwished]

ask response.   /   @glamzakis​​

                                             𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝘂𝗱𝗴𝗲.                        budging leads to leeway, and leeway means that bonnie would                 simply get far too  𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬  with the idea of exhausting himself out.

SHE TEMPERS THE THOUGHT PHYSICALLY.     plucking her hand back to her side,   musing with her frame and visual form. 

      stella is eccentric in that way. in the same way that sun gestures about as if made of feathers and moon crawls with ease like a widow  ---  she is the same but so very different. prying about in her thoughts as if they were  petals  of a flower   ;   as if she weren’t simply wire and metal,  hardware built from technology created long ago.  (   perhaps that’s exactly why she pushes so hard.     unlike her,   there is age to him.   and it grates, and it breaks, and it wears and tears at his form.  oh yes  ---  she can see it, she sees it almost too well.      𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒘𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕.   )   

                            ❝     --- ---    𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄  .     ❞     she relents.                  ❝     .  .  .   but only as long as i  g  -  ge  -- get  to watch .     ❞

she doesn’t take no for an answer.      soon as the words are spoken, she sets herself down, taking a seat upon a nearby bench with  ᴍᴇᴄʜᴀɴɪᴄᴀʟ ᴇᴀsᴇ.  hands tucked neat upon her lap  ;  head drawn,   gazing  upwards  at bonnie.     ❝     i’ve never watched you practice before so  ...     ❞    she plays to a caveat. insufferable as it could possibly be,   she douses the reality of the moment in  𝓗𝓞𝓝𝓔𝓨.     ❝     if i’m going to stress over you boni  -- nnie bun  ---  could you play me something to help  ease  my worries  ?      ❞   it didn’t matter what the contents were.   nor what tone his chord struck.    there’s an obvious message left there in her expectant gaze  ---  the tilt to her head which gives way to a tired smile.                   (   play something you  love  to play.    𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 .   )

[foxthespian]

§ i know we're new mutuals and all but i love ur muse so ermmmmm uhmmmm i just think maybe we could ship our muses too >///< :3c

Thank you for your interest in Funtime Foxy. After careful consideration of your application, I am sorry to inform you that we are unable to offer you a position in the Funtime Foxy of 2022. This year's application pool was the strongest in the Foxy's history, and we are unable to offer admission to every suitor, regardless of their proficiency in "being a bad bitch", or their level of "onglydoople." Although your ONGLY and BONGLY scores were certainly up to our standards, your essays raised some eyebrows at the admissions meetings. For future reference, it is not wise to start an essay with the words, "oooo you are so gay for Bonnie oooo" and end with "you are locked in a cage with me now". We also didn't need a copy of your mixtape, regardless of how "fire" it is (one admissions counselor actually listened to it, and we are pretty sure 40 minutes of you making animal noises is not "fire"). In addition, we will be returning your copy of Five Nights At Freddy's: Security Breach signed by Kellen Goff, because you said it is your "greatest possession" and we don't want it. We also suggest obtaining recommendation letters from teachers or trusted mentors, not "Snake's 4 other blogs" or your FNAF plushie, which I think has been watching me through my windows at night. We greatly appreciate your interest in Funtime Foxy, and we offer our best wishes of success as your pursue your romantic goals.

[foxthespian]

❥ plotted starter for @glamzakis​​

Trash, trash, TRASH! Did they ever throw out anything USEFUL? Where was the love for the stage, for design, for things anew? Did they wear out the same old decor each year ‘round? Foxy scowls to himself as the next part turns up as a soggy paper cup -- (ENVIRONMENTALLY FRIENDLY, THE SURFACE CRIED!) -- and he casts it aside with the rest of the JUNK.

Then... Deep, deep down in the basin of the beast... metal! METAL! OH, he could use this. He’s not sure what yet, but something! His claws hook around it and bring it to the surface, making it swiftly apparent how heavy it is. His parts squeal as his anchor is dropped, rooting him to the ground so that he can leverage back without the threat of toppling over. Eventually, it comes free.

His anchor returns and he looks over his prize carefully.

An... endoskeleton. Well, it wouldn’t do to scrap it! What would he do? Attach it to the other endoskeletons?

...That didn’t sound awful.

NO, Foxy, FOCUS. This is a new audience member! It would only do to treat them to an introductory show, and his next hour is almost at the door! He wraps his arms around the base of the husk, pulling it to his chest to accommodate the difference in heights.

“WELCOME, WELCOME!” He booms. “YOU’RE JUST IN TIME FOR THE NEXT SHOW!”

[plexnurse-moved]

@glamzakis​ asked :  “ so what do I owe the pleasure for this visit , hm ? “ he comments , momentarily before taking her hand in his & placing a gentle kiss along the back of her hand.

                EVER    SO    PATIENT    IS    SHE    AS    SHE    WAITS    FOR    HIM    TO    BECOME    FREE    .    hands    were    behind    her    back    ,    fingers    laced    together    as    she    rocked    back    and    forth    upon    paw    pads    .    she    watched    him    ,    enjoying    seeing    going    about    his    duties    .    she    was    able    to    take    time    away    from    hers    for    a    short    while    ,    so    why    not    go    see    him    ?

                ❝    can    i    not    come    see    my    favorite    bunny    ?    ❞    she    titters    before    light    strips    hidden    under    the    fur    of    her    cheeks    start    to    glow    red    ;    a    blush    .    her    pupils    changed    then    ,    shifting    shapes    to    that    of    hearts    as    she    looked    from    her    hand    to    his    own    eyes    .    quickly    did    she    realize    what    had    happened    to    her    optics    .    rapidly    did    her    lids    blink    ,    trying    to    get    them    back    to    normal    .    free    hand    raises    to    fiddle    with    a    braid    a    small    girl    had    put    in    her    hair    .    she    hoped    he    did    not    notice    her    eyes    .

[foxthespian]

it need not be said to how much i love your funtime foxy , but like. i need you to know i fell in love with your writing the moment i read that one drabble of foxy you rb'd on your freddy blog. like ohhhhhhhhhh , it was at that moment i knew. ur brain is so huge & sexy <3 & i hope u know this always ! but back onto your portrayal of ft foxy ohhhh hes just a little maniac ! he's just a little mentally unwell ! he's just a little onglybongly <3 ! just a pinch of dramatic & theatrical & craziness & you blend all of it so well.

king ilysm u onglydoople

the fact u sent smth to all my blogs every ask is so sweet and individual..... I ALREADY TOLD U HOW MUCH I APPRECIATED IT BUT UHHHHHHHHHHH <3

[captainnomore]

✘ A bottle on the shore - @glamzakis​ said: ❛ you look awful. ❜ bonnie says affectionately while he also looks like he just got back from hell. 

There, before him, stands a ghost.

It’s not easy for a phantom to recognise one - the similarities are far too prominent. From the jaded edges to the eyes that barely manage to see, they are one and the same in the emblem of a soul once lived.

However, a ghost comes first.

Fresh with their weariness, and sad in their song. A phantom comes next, with time, evolved to be as tired as they once were but with something new to share - a comfort in what they are now, while thinking fondly of what they once were.

The steps between the phantom and the ghost close, quickly, and the phantom’s ancient thumbs brush the ghost’s ragged cheeks to pull their foreheads together and share the fire that still crackles within them.

Foxy meets Bonnie’s eyes. He’s missed him so.

“Aye, that I do. ‘Least I can still say I got me charming smile.” To prove his point, his golden canines flash the backing lights. “What about yours, Bon? Where’d yer buckteeth run off to?”

[ncvabcrn]

   “hey? die.”