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INTRO
Hi-ho! This is a kin help blog run byyy... me! You can call me Mod Springbonnie!, or just Springbonnie, I am currently the only person running this blog.
This is a safe place for fictionkins , irls, otherkins, fictives , therians, copinglinks, and more!! I want everyone to feel safe here ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹
I am specifically a FNaF only kin blog which means no requests from other sources please! I can attempt to fulfill requests for FNaF fangames however!
WARNING!
I am within my right to deny a request if I want to, or if it makes me uncomfortable!
I am a-okay with themes of horror, g0re, bl00d, etc etc. Any post with these themes will come with content warnings and be hidden below the cut! So you don't have to worry about seeing anything ya don't wanna see!!
Please be specific with requests! It helps me greatly and I really appreciate it.
I automatically tag things as 'kin', please let me know if you dont want that
WHAT DO I OFFER?
Moodboards - OPEN
Stimboards - OPEN
Names + neos - OPEN
Icons (Will possibly take longer to fulfill than other requests) - CLOSED
Fashion kits - OPEN
Recipe kits - OPEN
Kin positivity - OPEN
Kinfessions - ALWAYS OPEN
Surprise me's (I choose something off this list at random as a surprise!) - OPEN
Pendulum readings [NEW] - OPEN
STUFF ABT ME!!
I am mainly kin with Springbonnie [FNAF], DeeDee [FNAF] and Monika [DDLC]! These r all me :3
I am mlm + trans and use he/him pronouns and neos!
I am always open to answer questions! Even if requests are closed you are free to send in questions.
Gifts are always cool! Always open 4 gifts <3
DNI!
Basic dni (racism, homophobia, transohobia, ableism, fascism, 'MAPs', zoo's, etc,), anti-kin, anti-therian , anti-xenogender/neogender
Enjoy your stay!
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New Icon! I made it Tumblr sized so no big picture. I seem to change my icon every 3-5 years and figured I should update. And yes, it's still sky/space based, it would not be my blog if I did not make it so.
New:
Background image is from James Webb, which I love seeing the new pictures as well as the comparisons to the Hubble, it's almost like night and day to me and it's so beauitful. It's of Herbig-Haro 46/47 (it's the red/pink in the bottom right-hand corner). And Lum because she's another favorite character of mine.
Old:
(I still love HanaNene I promise! I will still be posting and gushing about TBHK until the series is officially over)
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@tragedicn : “how long has it been since someone hugged you?”
touchstarved : rosalyne & artyom
❛ i don't think i've ever been hugged. ❜
the admission is quiet, glassy eyes looking past rosalyne at the ground, watching
as the raindrops splatter against the asphalt. somewhere in the back of his mind
he thinks they'll be dangerous if they turn into ice thanks to the snezhnayan cold,
especially as they will end up covered in a fresh layer of snow once the rain had
ceased. it's funny, the last time he's felt so out of it he was dying, succumbing to
wounds inflicted by his own brother. instead, now, he is forcibly reminded that he
broke his own vow of not causing harm to others in his post-mortem; having just
ended up killing an entire group of bandits ready to descend upon an innocent
village. his vision clouded by red the second he sensed they would not hesitate to
cause harm to the children there. their blood clings to whatever he calls skin now,
his physical form kept manifested despite the empty look on his face. all he hears
is the rain, the wind howling through the trees. or so he wants to say. yet somehow
rosalynes voice managed to cut through the void in his mind, makes his gaze just
barely dart up to focus on her for the fraction of a second before he returns to his
staring contest with the ground. he wanted it to be over already. wanted to be able
to escape this life of his that seemed more like a lie than anything. he couldn't even
keep his promises. if he had to remain alive he just wanted to live a peaceful life,
far away, maybe with some cows or sheeps. a simple life that he had been denied
by his fate. but he can't. doing so would betray the only people that remained in his
life, would mean betraying the archon he had dedicated his life and death to. meant
leaving behind the woman he loved. he'd rather die again and again than do that.
even with her strength he barely reacts when she pulls him into a hug, holding him
as though he was someone precious. as if he deserved that. it felt warm, he noted
even in the stupor he was in; her flames at work, he suspects, even with that damn
delusion at work. o, how he wishes he could take that thing and throw it away into
the damn ocean. it's caused rosalyne so much pain, even if it kept her flames at
bay. but just like everything it seemed the things they both needed were always the
very things that made them miserable. his arms hang limp at his side even when his
vision glows faintly, his manifested body cooling down to create a balance between
their temperatures. the buzzing in his ears deafens him to whatever she might be
saying, if she's saying anything at all. but at least he manages to lift his arms, wraps
them around her as his hold tightens as if he is terrified she will vanish like all of the
things and people he's loved if he lets go. he rests his chin atop her head, glad he's
chosen to manifest into a taller form so she can't see the haunted, desperate way
his face contorts. thinking back on it perhaps it could count as hugging when feliks
clung to his legs. or when rosalyne herself steadied him when he was exhausted.
his hands grips tighten, clinging onto her as if she is the only thing keeping him
anchored to this land, this world. his voice is quiet, desperate and unsteady when
he speaks again, unable to consider the words before they leave him.
❛ i want to ask you to run away from all this with me. but that's selfish, isn't it?
i don't want to do that to you. i love you too much to ask that much of you. ❜
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