#nineliabilityrisk

[wiregore]

I CANT BELIEVE I DIDNT GET IN ON THE COLOR PALETTE POST THING ALREADY ( u totally do NOT have to do all of these im sending multiple specifically so you can take ur pick of the one/s u like most ) but uh. qualia funfred + bonbon, lobotomy or aureole lolbit, or cheesecake funfox.... fuck thats all sister location hang on. aorta withered bonnie. self fredbear. flesh or echeveria springtrap. ebb henry emily. ok thats all ur art makes me unwell /pos /pos /pos have fun

matching yayyy

[mute-call]

"Alright, buddy, let's take a look at you."

Jeremy hadn't been lying when he had reported seeing the old models up and about. Bonnie isn't where he's supposed to be, and that's kind of a big deal.

The guard hadn't been particularly pleased about seeing the withered forms approach his office, and Steven can understand why; these things smell like death, like a whole hoard of rats crawled into the gaps of their suits and started rotting in there. Who wants something like that invading their workspace?

But it's not Bonnie's fault. The poor thing's been through the wringer, losing everything from an arm to a full set of faceplates since he's been brought in for parts. The least the technicians could have done is give the guy a bath while they were tearing him apart, but Steven's pretty sure the old characters haven't been cleaned since they were made.

Gross.

Bell leans around the animatronic where he's got it propped up, struggling to determine where to even start in his attempts at a deep-clean. He can't have a stench like this following the old band if they're going to be roaming the pizzeria, but he also isn't entirely sure how to safely sanitize the machine without shocking himself on its exposed wires or cutting himself on jagged scraps of metal.

"Uh... huh. This is going to be harder than I thought. I'm gonna try to get a brush down in your elbow joint, just to see if I can. Do me a favor and give a yell if I pinch your wires, okay?"

@nineliabilityrisk -- !

[bravevolunteer-a]

@nineliabilityrisk asked: " why are you looking at me like that ? " jeremy. certainly not referring to the gay staring not at all- // dusty toybox

MICHAEL DOESN'T EVEN REALIZE until Jeremy questions him, blinking abruptly as his surroundings come rushing back all at once. He remembers trailing off as the conversation came to a natural lull, gaze set on Jeremy, and... how long had he been staring? It must have been too much, with the way Jeremy is looking at HIM now, to which Michael immediately begins to backtrack. He breaks eye contact immediately as he desperately searches for anything to distract with. Any reason to pretend he wasn't spending the time they were supposed to choose what to order caught up in how damn attractive he thinks Jeremy is.

"I... zoned out." It isn't a lie, not technically— he doesn't have to say WHY— but doubting that's enough to convince him, Michael decides to divert. He picks up the straw paper he had already been absentmindedly fiddling with, tossing it directly at Jeremy's beautiful face ( and hoping his focus on swatting it away will give enough time for the embarrassed burning at his face to go down ). "Pick your food, dumbass." Bold words from someone who hasn't looked at the menu ONCE yet, only picking it up now that he's used it to change the subject. They're at some shitty diner ( a normal one ), and clearly, Michael doesn't really care what he gets or where they are. "Have you, uh... been to this place before?" He just barely holds back from wincing at himself immediately; If THAT'S the best he could fucking do, he deserved to get caught staring.

[spring-lxcked]

@nineliabilityrisk asked: ❝ " that almost sounded like a compliment . " from ciar, being a shit as per usual- ❞ ( my wip fics meme, pt. ii )

It had only been a joke. ( This time. ) Some offhand comment about Ciarán looking "lovely when he was finally quiet." Toothy grin audible but not visible from where he lied, back to Ciarán's chest as his fingers traced up and down the arm across him. Affectionate after some decent rest. Not so withholding, even if the offered words had been laced with humor. "It's incredible how kind I am when you stop trying to irritate me constantly, isn't it?" And, really, he certainly didn't mind Ciarán when he wasn't pushing all of William's buttons. More than just a warm body in his bed or an accomplice, although that was something William kept under lock and key.

"Now, let me enjoy spending the morning in without trying to test that theory, would you? Save your attempts at being funny until at least noon."

[trapton]

“ don’t do that. don’t shut me out. ” from the post-trauma sentence starters - henry emily, to post-divorce? post-'83? post-something will

🔧 @nineliabilityrisk (post-trauma sentence starters)

"and why shouldn't i?" he bellows, anger in his tone as large palm makes contact with the other man's desk. the other pushed into his greying hair.

voice is lower grit when it comes forth, though still angry. "one day you'll look at me just like the rest of them." you'll look at me like a criminal. or, perhaps paranoia would allow him to see suspicion in henry's eyes. his mania. right now though, it's pity. something william well and truly does not want. [...]

though he could never suspect him. even if he will be arrested, they'd let him go. but the parents.. the turnout just won't be the same. & he knows he's right. (they'd already had to close the diner, left with the pizzeria). william doesn't want to scramble to keep himself in the fray. knows he has to begin his work upon the fellow engineer now. his child is dead, his coping has just begun. pinstripes of grey speckling his visage, bags under his eyes.

his jaw clenches while he turns to look at henry with a pinched expression. the pads of his fingers twisting upon the desk. yet while he's not leaning to far against it, he does press his hip to the wood in a distrustful air. a tension headache building in his temples from clenched jaw. "i don't want your pity, henry." other finger comes to point. he feels like he's fallen off the rails, and he's not sure how to get back on track. "it's not my fault i've had to pick up the slack around my house. that we're --" [...] he swallows, eyes waffling as he tucks hair behind his ear. that he's failing, for the first time in his life -- or so it seems in his adult years, anyway. no longer the man with the perfect family. "it's not my fault." he says quieter, with a thrust of his index.

[muutosarchive]

🍭 @nineliabilityrisk ! (for rockstar freddy or rockstar bonnie)

"yar. i was voted best animatronic at a party, once."

[ladyseidr]

@nineliabilityrisk liked for a short starter from Henry for Ciarán.

The man's presence brought him pause, Henry glancing up from his work, crease between his brows. "Do you need something? You're usually here to see William."

[wiregore]

when i say men should show more chest this is what i mean. michael was SO dedicated to being Tits Out that he made sure NOTHING was covering his chest. at all. not even his chest. i salute him for that. go gayboy go 🫡

i dont think that animatronic has ever been to medical school