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Also has anyone made one with a headless Chica animatronic? Its right there, people

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Someone please make a fnaf fangame that takes place in the Disney Hall of Presidents

The original Lincoln animatronic is Golden Freddy (so I guess the newer one is freddy), William Henry Harrison is Foxy (shortest lived), Clinton is Bonnie (saxophone), Eisenhower is Chica (idk)

You play as an underpaid college intern in a non-airconditioned security office in the Orlando summer, so you have to monitor the temperature like in Pizzeria Simulator.

JFK is the crying child.

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New Chapter

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56143132/chapters/161649607

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New Update

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Here's some unfinished/unused panels from previous/cut chapters. I may end up recycling some of them later (fun fact, the battle scene used some panels from a different, unused battle I drew with just Aggron and Calyrex, where Peony actually lost)

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Hello!

I've still been working on Kevin (now given the proper name of Cold Reunions) on AO3. Because of the webtoon format, the comics are too big file-wise to post fully here on this hellsite (can't guarantee even this preview image is going to come out okay)

Anyway, we're up to 14 chapters now, the first few kinda suck (and the next few, and also the whole thing) so if you wanna check it out, mosey on over to the other hellsite here:

I'm going to use this account here instead to post sketches, extra art, etc and my insane ramblings, and try and update when each new chapter comes out. I'm getting pretty close to finishing chapter 15, where we'll finally check back in on Rose and Oleana so stay tuned ig

Anywho, I hope you're having/had/will have a nice day!

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Kevin pt. 2 of pt. 2

Heres the rest of chapter two in beautiful 72 dpi or whatever 😍 There's a cigarette in this part idk if that's a trigger but I thought I might as well mention it to be on the safe side.

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Kevin Pt. 2

Aka Cold Reunions. Pokémon Crown Tundra fancomic blah blah blah read my last post for the blurb. Just a comic update this time. Some blood, but it's in a dream so no one really gets hurt... yet 😈

I don't know what else to say. Good night Austin, Texas, wherever you are, and if I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night!

Oh also I made them pngs this time so hopefully Mr. Tumblr doesn't crush them in his powerful jaws. Or whatever. For future chapters, I'm making the pages smaller, but I did this one months ago.

Edit: Haha! Eat my dust Mr. Tumblr! Okay it still doesn't look as good as it should, but it's marginally better. But I think I'm going to have to split up the chapters even further. So sorry, all two of you.

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Cold Reunions Ch. 1

^Still hate that title but I'm bad at names. Well titles, really. If I could just call this thing 'Kevin,' I would.

You know what, fuck it. Kevin Chapter 1.

I absolutely despise this chapter and looking at it makes me wish I couldn't read. Okay maybe that's hyperbole, but I'm not happy with it. See, my problem is I have these scenes I know I want to happen, but I never know how to get characters from A to B. Also exposition is annoying and I know there's a way to do it well but I'm not a writer. Anyway I'm not going to spend anymore time on it or look at it ever again. It's your problem now 🫵

Anyway if you somehow stumbled upon this, this is my Pokémon swsh Crown Tundra fancomic/fic thing. Basically it's a three-year timeskip from the DLC (see, when I first started writing this, that's how long it'd been in real life 😌). Peony, Peonia, and Gloria return to the Tundra to each get away from their problems, but only seem to find more to be worried about as Peony starts to remember strange things about their last visit, and his recently released, supposedly reformed brother. All the while, dark clouds gather above the Max Lair as odd rumblings emerge from its depths...

I don't think I actually put a description on the prologue, so there ya go. Rest is under the cut. Don't accidently click it or you'll be scrolling for a while. My bad.

Oh also AO3 scared me so I'll just be posting here from now on.

By the time Peony stepped foot off the train with their luggage, the girls were already dashing out the door, chanting about their trip to the Max Lair. Clearly, Gloria had gotten over her funk. He fought the urge to chase after them, remembering his promise to Nia. Besides, she was practically an adult at this point, she should've been able to make her own decisions… right? The realization that he would soon technically be the parent of an adult child did not comfort him, so he did his best to shake it off. He decided to hang back and follow them at a pace, just to make sure they got to their destination safely.

As he trudged out of the station, he felt like a beast of burden, backpack on his back, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, and suitcase in hand. The noon sun shone brightly over the tundra, causing the snow to glitter and granting a faint glow to the few remaining leaves that hung lazily from the surrounding trees. Stepping past the fence which encircled the station, Peony was met with the familiar face of the Freezington mayor.

"Ah, Mr. Peony! I'm so glad your family could join us this year for the Solstice Festival." The old man beamed. Peony didn't remember him being so chipper. In fact, he had seemed a tad prickly last time they visited, though that very well could've been his imagination. "Your daughters just ran past," he added. "I believe they were headed to the Max Lair."

"Hiya! Chuffed t'see ya, Mr. Mayor! It's my daughter and her friend, actually." Peony corrected, setting down his suitcase to shake the man's hand. "And I know, they're coming to the inn later."

"Ah, I see. Well, allow me to help with your bags."

"Oh! No need! That one's a tad--" Before Peony could finish, the old man had effortlessly lifted the suitcase at his feet. "--heavy. How did you...?"

"M'lad, I've been a farmer since I could walk."

"O-oh, right." Still a bit taken aback by the seemingly frail man's sudden show of strength, Peony bit his tongue as the two began their trek to the village. In the silence, he became acutely aware of an odd sensation of being watched, or rather, observed. It felt more analytic than malicious, like a scientist gathering data instead of a predator stalking its prey. Of course, being watched was being watched, and Peony silently kicked himself for his useless philosophizing about distinctions. Before he had time to dwell on the thought any longer, the feeling was gone, and the old man spoke up.

"A lot has changed since you folks last visited. Ever since, we've been having harvests like I haven't seen since I was a lad. Some of the more superstitious villagers have started to see the lot of you as a sort of good-luck charm, and who can blame them? Seems like our King has finally returned."

“I've been called a lot of things in my day, but lucky charm's a new one!" Peony laughed, pretty sure the man was joking, but it was hard to tell his expression behind his thick coke-bottle glasses and wool hat.

Indeed, the village looked in far better shape than on their last visit. Despite the thick blanket of snow which already covered the ground, the fields in the center of the field glowed golden with grain, which one elderly woman worked away at with a sickle, while another hauled the bushels off for threshing. In another patch, an old man worked diligently at cutting pumpkins from the vine. Next to him, a wheelbarrow overflowed with the orange and green gourds.

"Ah, here we are." In the midst of their conversation, Peony hadn't realized they had already made it to the inn. As the mayor fumbled with his keys, he continued to look around absentmindedly, his eyes landing on the wooden statue standing at the edge of the fields.

He had nearly forgotten about the region's big-headed harvest deity, but looking at the effigy filled him with a strange mix of nostalgia and unease. Without thinking, he found himself wandering towards it. Upon close inspection, he realized that the once bare and snow-covered statue had been cleaned and adorned with wreaths, candles, and incense. In front of it sat some of the finest looking vegetables from the harvest, presumably as an offering. He looked into the carved eyes of the wooden creature and for a moment, he could almost remember–

"Admiring our King, eh?" The old man's voice snapped Peony back to reality.

"Oh, aye. Looks like they're doin' rather well for themselves these days, yeah?"

He smiled. “Since our harvests have improved, some of the villagers have taken up worship of our King again by making offerings to their statue. Some have even tried to travel to the old shrine, though the path's proved too treacherous for us geezers." He paused, looking up at the great tree atop the snowy summit overlooking the village. "It's a shame so many of our ancestors' practices have been lost to history, though..." His eyes rested on Peony's face as if looking for something, but all he got in return was a blank stare. He turned his attention back to the Inn. "I've unlocked the door for you."

Peony followed the man inside, feeling immediately awash with warmth as the building's central heating met his face. It was only about noon, but he felt the overwhelming urge to curl up and take a nap by the fireplace.

"Your key is on the dining table, there are extra towels and linens in the closet upstairs, and I've gone ahead and taken the liberty of leaving some staples in the kitchen. Oh! And here,” The mayor reached into his coat pocket, retrieving a pamphlet decorated in shades of blue and white and handing it to Peony. On the front page was a drawing of the same weird statue as outside. “Here's some information on our festival," the mayor explained. “It's been years since we last held one, so we had to compile information for tourists and locals alike!” He chuckled. "You remember where my home is, correct? As with last time, please don't hesitate to call if you need anything." Half-listening as he leafed through the flier, Peony nodded.

"I believe that is all," the mayor continued. "I hope to see you folks Friday evening!"

“Ta, Mr. Mayor!”

With that, he took his leave. Peony set his backpack down by the door and headed to the dining room to grab the key before he forgot and locked himself out. To his surprise, aside from the expected key, sat two large gift baskets, one filled with all manner of fresh vegetables, and the other with a myriad of locally made sweets, breads, candles, soaps, and commemorative jumpers for each of the party. They certainly hadn't received this level of hospitality on their first visit, Peony thought, though it dawned on him that, last time, they hadn't expected Galar's Champion to be staying with them. He decided then that they should travel with Gloria more often.

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the king isnt so hard to draw actually

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Cold Reunions: Prologue

Hello, under the cut is the first part of my Sword & Shield: Crown Tundra fan comic/fic, since I need to host the images somewhere to post them on AO3. But I'll also include the full context here in case anyone wants to read it here.

“Then I wake up. It's not always that exactly, mind you. Sometimes, it's like those games, y'know, third person or whatever they call it, sometimes it's like I'm sleepwalkin' while I'm totally awake, but that dodgy Pokémon’s always there.” He sighed. “I don't know. What d'ya think it means?”

“Hmm…” Kabu looked deep in thought. “It must be your subconscious telling you to come back to the League,” he anwered dryly. They looked at each other for a moment before Peony burst out laughing. Having made his friend laugh, Kabu smiled, satisfied.

“But, seriously, Peony, it sounds like stress.”

“Stress? What in the world have I got t'be stressed for?! I’m 42 and retired, got two lovely daughters, plenty of bread to get ‘em through school, my house paid off…”

“Well…”

“Well what?”

Kabu took a sip from the baiju which had been sitting, neglected, in front of him. He cringed at the taste, remmebering why he set it down in the first place. “I've known you for a long time, mate, and I think you… have a bit of a tendency to overcomplicate things for yourself. You're always taking something simple and making a whole thing of it, right? Like, when you and Lydia got married, you insisted on making her dress yourself, and kept making it more and more intricate until it was this massive project. Christ, I remember you were in my hotel room the night before knitting lace or whatever instead of getting yourself ready. You were practically pulling your hair out over something no one asked you to do.”

“Turned out great, though. ‘Sides,” he chuckled, “I haven't much hair to pull out.” Kabu flashed him a look of disappointment at this weak joke.

“Maybe I need a better example… take this holiday. You told me last time you had this whole schedule of activities–”

“Adven-tours.” Peony corrected.

“You spent weeks making this whole itinerary and turned what was supposed to be a nice trip into something stressful for yourself. For Nia too, I'm sure. You start these overly ambitious projects and get all bent out of shape when they don't go to plan. I'll wager you've done the same thing again for this holiday, haven't you?”

Peony stared at him in stunned silence for a second. “Didn’t take ya for a shrink, mate!” He laughed. “But, I swear, as temptin’ as it may be, this time I haven't any plans or adven-tours or nothin’ planned. My darlin’ Nia gave me a whole lecture about that. That girl…” They both laughed, but Kabu could tell that something was still bothering him. Though, it seemed clear Peony was ready to change the subject.

“Right,” He looked down at the food in front of them. “Let's get eatin’ before the hotplate goes cold, yeah?”

Oh well. If Peony wasn't ready to talk about it, he couldn't force it. “Good thinking.”

“Give us them mushrooms, will ya?”

“Ha. You hold your chopsticks like a little kid.”

“H-hey!”

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born with a hatred of mondays and a hunger for lasagna

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butch princess peach (+daisy)

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She Bordetella on my pertussis till I whoop

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MY ROMAN EMPIRE!!!!! ☘️

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originally intended to be a halloween drawing

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you know what google I think I'm good, actually