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Happy birthday FNAF!!! We've been blessed with most of the withereds' incomplete heads, a toy freddy, a mangle, and the most complete look of toy bonnie we've had so far!!!
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“Are you the witch who turned eleven princes into swans?”
The old woman stared at the figure on the front step of her cottage and considered her options. It was the kind of question usually backed up by a mob with meaningful torches, and it was the kind of question she tried to avoid.
Coming from a single dusty, tired housewife, it should’ve held no terrors.
“You a cop?”
The housewife twisted the hem of her apron. “No,” she muttered. “I’m a swan.”
A raven croaked somewhere in the woods. Wind whispered in the autumn leaves.
Then: “I think I can guess,” the old woman said slowly. “Husband stole your swan skin and forced you to marry him?”
A nod.
“And you can’t turn back into a swan until you find your skin again.”
A nod.
“But I reckon he’s hidden it, or burned it, or keeps it locked up so you can’t touch it.”
A tiny, miserable nod.
“And then you hear that old Granny Rothbart who lives out in the woods is really a batty old witch whose father taught her how to turn princes into swans,” the old woman sighed. “And you think, ‘Hey, stuff the old skin, I can just turn into a swan again this way.’
“But even if that was true – which I haven’t said if it is or if it isn’t – I’d say that I can only do it to make people miserable. I’m an awful person. I can’t do it out of the goodness of my heart. I have no goodness. I can’t use magic to make you feel better. I only wish I could.”
Another pause. “If I was a witch,” she added.
The housewife chewed the inside of her cheek. Then she drew herself up and, for the first time, looked the old woman in the eyes.
“Can you do it to make my husband miserable?”
The old woman considered her options. Then she pulled the wand out from the umbrella stand by the door. It was long, and silver, and a tiny glass swan with open wings stood perched on the tip.
“I can work with that,” said the witch.
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"mental health matters!" Till i don't wanna get better
"mental health matters!" Till i find comfort in my mental illness
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Everytime you reblog this post “Student A”(or whatever his real name is) gets kicked down the stairs
Yeah fuck him I hope he gets pushed off a cliff, impaled, and set on fire all at once
That transphobic piece of shit
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Michael and Scrap Baby have a bonding moment in FNAF
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no i will not make separate blogs for my fandoms, everyone who follows me must experience ALL my insanity
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An entity found alone in the Far Plane. The entity seems to do nothing in its environment except exist. Its relationship with the plant-like organisms that grow around it is currently unknown.
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᧔ ⑅ ᧓ day 67! ᧔ ⑅ ᧓
jp v.s. en mizuki!
creds: @/penny_pany on twt! -- tysm to @/boobiestarplanet for telling!
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and with your help it can rack up 700k notes on tumblr in 2024
no tumblr this doesnt need tags im releasing it into the wild as god intended
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the Traveler, upon deciding that Furina and Wanderer were fairly similar, set them up to be pen pals. they've been sending letters back and forth to each other for months.
...when Furina opens her latest letter from the mysterious Wanderer, and sees how he describes the "busy little bee" Sethos, she chokes on her tea-
and then starts packing her bags immediately for her first ever trip to Sumeru because what you have just described in your letter, dear Wandy, is a crush, and by the archons she HAS to witness this-
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