#Background inspired from FNAF

[graceful-simp]

Drawing her kindles joy

Some design changes from the last one, most notably she has prosthetic legs now

[glitch07deity]

Based on a meme my friend Silver sent me <3

Also the background is in reference to trash bunny by @anarchic-angel

[lifeonmvrs]

happy halloween! (it’s always halloween)

[Image Description: digital half body drawing of franziska von karma from ace attorney as foxy from five Nights at freddy's. she has her hands on a jack o'lantern and is smiling. she has small fangs and is wearing yellow contact lenses. she is wearing a red hairband with red fox ears attached to it, a black eyepatch, a red shirt with white collar and cuffs, and black gloves. the background is purple with stars and ghosts.

the second picture is of a pin and poster of the drawing as redbubble products. they are showed in a frame that resembles the structure of an instagram post with the user lifeonmvrs. it has a title reading "already available :3 [cat face emoticon]" and in smaller text one that reads "link in bio [heart emoticon]”. the third picture is the same but the products this time are a sticker and a tote bag. /end ID]

[emmatheyoshi]

As promised, here’s Lucky’s movie version (which is also her game version, as my main AU is an anthro AU) and the spirit who possesses her, Eden.

A character Henry made in college for his robotics final exam his junior year, Lucky eventually took on the role of Freddy’s younger sister. Now possessed by Gabriel’s older sister, Eden, she takes care of the other trapped souls in the pizzeria. As for her animatronic character, Lucky is a cabaret act, like Foxy, who is meant to appeal to teens.

PROFILE

Age: 18 (both the character and the soul)

Birthday: 12/16/1967

Date of Death: Some time in 1985

Cause of Death: Stabbed to death by William Afton

Soul’s Name: Eden

Autistic, ADHDer, and Epileptic

Agender (she/he/they)

Pan/Ace

Mute (Henry developed that as a part of her character)

Was going to college for a degree in art

Personality: kind, timid, loving, stubborn, supportive, hyper-empathetic, a bit of a smartass, protective

[dreammeiser]

Since you mentioned Dream Along With Me is a Mascot horror in one of your Instagram stories…are their expectations you hope to subvert with the show that’s usually expected of the “Kids media but turned scary!” genre?

There are a couple tropes within Mascot horror that DAWM subverts actually, yes! I will try to answer this in a way that's non-spoilery...

The mascots being the villains? It's a mix... And some are more morally grey.

We're viewing this story from a third-person perspective!

The Childhood Themes in general being painted with 80s pastel colored trauma and resentment that festers into hatred... and there's layers to it... the story being presented, and then the unspoken one hiding between the lines.

The True Antagonist is not human.

Jumpscares are not gonna be a thing... They make me maaaad

It wasn't inspired by FNAF 😆 But I do like animatronics! They'll be present as background characters or even just as props!

[jokeringcutio]

"This is a Nice Job" - Black Phone & FNAF Crossover - Reader Insert (Implied William Afton x Reader & Grabber x Reader) [ 1/?]

AN: As I am known to do, I might just start a few drabbles in this setting because I love it.

Summary: You're working at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Place for William Afton and Mr. Henry, when you have a chat with the hired magician for the day: The Great Al.

Fandoms: Five Nights at Freddy's, The Black PhoneRating: Teen? Warnings: Older man/younger woman, Nothing Explicit (yet), Only implied William Afton x Reader & Grabber(Albert Shaw) x Reader, Flirting with murderers? Reader likes her job around kids. Not betaread. [ Support x ]

This was actually inspired by @cartoonykat's ask:

Loud music filled your ears, interrupted by the occasional shouts of little children as you darted between the tables, a tray of fizzing drinks balanced precariously in your grip. The squeals and laughter of children swirled around you, their faces smeared with icing and joy. You placed a paper cup before each eager set of hands, your smile never faltering.

"Careful now, don't spill," you murmured, patting a small head as its owner looked up at you with wide, grateful eyes.

"Thank you!" the child chirped, clutching the drink like a treasure.

"Happy to help," you replied, your voice a soft melody amid the cacophony of celebration.

Your gaze swept across the room, ensuring all was well, when the sudden hush of captivated little ones snagged your attention. There, at the center of the restaurant, stood Albert Shaw, the hired magician for today’s party. Freddy’s Pizza Place usually had a few performers they worked with, including a clown and this magician. His white-painted face was stark against the backdrop of colorful streamers, his large sunglasses hiding eyes that held secrets darker than the void.

‘The Great Al’, they called him, as he conjured silk scarves from his large top hat, making them dance like serpents charmed by his will alone. With the hat off you could see the shoulder-length dark hair that he hid underneath his hat most of the time. It was already turning grey, betraying his age which was harder to pinpoint with all the makeup covering his face.

He plucked coins from behind ears, eliciting gasps and giggles from his audience, each trick a thread in the tapestry of his dark artistry. He was good with the kids, you thought. His low voice occasionally made its way over the music that he had playing in the background. You found yourself rooted to the spot, your heart thudding a dangerous rhythm.

"Watch closely," he intoned, his low gravelly voice a siren's call that reverberated through your bones. A deck of cards appeared in his hands, flickering through his fingers as if alive. Strong hands, you noted. Thick fingers. Delicious. No – You shook the dirty thoughts away. You shouldn’t be thinking about one of the restaurant’s performers like that.

And then, with a flourish that defied logic, the cards transformed into a flurry of doves, their wings beating against the still air of the restaurant. The children erupted in applause, but you barely heard them. Your pulse quickened. The magician smiled as he revealed a small box and teased the kids with it. It was empty, but after a magical spell, the box was suddenly filled with enough candy to share around. You’d seen this performance several times now, and every time he managed to captivate you.

"Impossible," someone whispered beside you, echoing the disbelief that churned in your thoughts.

Al's performance built to a crescendo, the very air charged with anticipation. With a final bow, he finished, receiving thunderous cheers from his young fans.

"Amazing," you breathed, the word slipping out like a prayer to a deity you were only beginning to comprehend.

"Excuse me,” the voice cut through the din of merriment, stark and commanding. You flinched, recognizing the voice before you turned around. “Could you come here for a moment?"

Oh no, have I done something wrong? The worried voice echoed inside your mind. I was only looking for a moment, Mr. Afton, you thought to yourself, focusing on what you could say in your defense. I was still on the job and paying attention.

Mr. Afton, your boss and one of the restaurant’s owners, stood in the dimly lit entrance to his office, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your skin prickle. He was tall, his stature was impressive for a man of his age. Already greying at the top, hair thinning, large glasses enlarging his eyes, belly poking out from underneath his arms.

You hesitated, your gaze lingering on the excited group of kids that had gathered around Albert Shaw. But duty called, its voice as inescapable as gravity. With one last glance at the festive chaos of the party, you made your way toward your boss, the weight of his stare pulling you forward like a marionette on taut strings.

"Mr. Afton," you greeted him, striving for a tone of respectful professionalism despite the unease coiling in your stomach.

"Come inside my office," not a question, but a demand thinly veiled with kindness. His lips curled into a semblance of a smile, not quite reaching the coldness of his eyes behind those aviator glasses.

Mr. Afton was a tall man, taller than most that you met in your life. His hair was thinning on top and greying but still had a lively curl to it. His eyes seemed larger behind the thick glasses he wore. Strands of grey adorned his pepper-and-salt beard. He was the exact definition of a ‘dad bod’.  In fact, you had heard he had a family, even though you’d never seen them. Rumors said he was divorced.

You followed him inside to see a large desk, files, and papers strewn all over it. There was an animatronic in the corner of the room, purple, with ears hanging. You thought it might be some kind of rabbit.

The thud of the door closing behind you made you jump and you turned to look behind you to see Afton had closed it. His eyes met yours, only for a short while, and you fidgeted nervously with your hands because… had you done something wrong? Had he caught you looking at the magician? That must have been it, there was nothing else it could have been. He must think you to be slacking. But you weren’t. You were still alert, still focused on any peep from a parent or child.

You needed this job and actually liked it more than you thought you would.

"I've been watching you,” your boss started, licking his lips as he walked toward his desk and then turned to lean against it. He folded his arms in front of his chest, his purple tie wrinkling with the motion against his yellow blouse. The sleeves were pulled up, showing strong forearms riddled with veins and scars.

“You have a knack for this,” he started in that low, stern voice of his. “Keeping the little ones entertained."

"Thank you, sir," you replied, shuffling awkwardly in front of his desk. There was a chair there, but should you sit down? He remained standing so you should too, right? Your mind was racing. Had you done something wrong? Had you not followed protocol? Was your uniform in order?

"I just want to make sure they're all having a good time," the words stumbled from your lips, clumsily and awkwardly, but the smile you managed afterward seemed to soften the look in Mr. Afton’s eyes.

"Indeed." He took a step closer, his presence overwhelming, like a storm cloud blotting out the sun. "However, I couldn't help but notice you seemed... distracted. By the magician, was it?"

You swallowed hard, caught off guard. "He's very talented," you deflected, but Mr. Afton's gaze pierced through your defenses, reading unspoken words.

“I,” you hesitated and watched as your boss raised a brow. Swallowing down your fear and gathering your courage, you spoke up again, louder this time. “I was still keeping an eye on the kids and delivering orders though. I might have seemed distracted but I was still doing my job.”

“So it seems,” Mr. Afton murmured, pressing a finger against his lips thoughtfully. You watched the wrinkle between his eyes deepen as he frowned.

"Be careful," he murmured, his voice silk over steel. "You are a pretty girl and I have noticed the man has been looking at you. People aren't always what they seem." There was a warning there, wrapped in the velvet of concern, yet it felt like a threat all the same.

"Of course, Mr. Afton. I'll remember that." Your words were steady, but inside, confusion and curiosity churned. Why did it feel like he cared? And why did it matter so much?

"Good." He clasped your shoulder briefly – a gesture that tried to be fatherly but felt possessive. "Keep up the good work. We need employees like you."

"Thank you, sir." You nodded, excusing yourself from his heavy gaze, a strange sense of relief flooding you as you stepped back into the colorful light of the party.

But as you returned to refilling cups and plating slices of cake, you couldn't shake the feeling of Mr. Afton's eyes on you, nor could you ignore the tingling sensation where his hand had been.

What had that been all about?

You wove through the sea of balloons and streamers, your heart still thudding from Mr. Afton's cryptic parting words. The din of the party enveloped you, a cacophony of glee that almost drowned out the lingering unease. Almost.

The magician, Albert Shaw, stood center stage, lowering his sunglasses to reveal his pale eyes sweeping over the crowd like a predator surveying prey. Tiny hands clapped with fervor as he flourished his final trick – a bouquet appearing from thin air. The children squealed, their delight pure and infectious. But when your gaze met his, something flickered there – an abyss that beckoned and repelled.

"Bravo!" The word slipped from your lips, but the echo in your mind whispered caution.

"Thank you, my dear audience!" Shaw's voice wrapped around the room, velvet lined with smoke. His bow was elegant, yet each movement seemed calculated, a dance with shadows only he could see.

As you slipped behind the bar, the festive chaos became a blur. You began stacking cups, the routine task grounding you. You missed Erica and Lucy. They at least pulled you into conversations every now and again. Today, your only colleagues were Mike and El, who were just teenagers whose hormones had started to work and who were way too busy with each other than with managing the tables. And there were Justin and Jax. The two J’s. Boys who had worked here for so much longer than you that they often forgot you were there and were mostly talking to each other.

You were so caught up in your own thoughts, focusing on the music that played from the speakers softly in the background, that you hadn’t noticed the magician’s approach until his presence loomed over you. Albert Shaw leaned against the polished wood, his silhouette casting a long shadow in the neon glow.

"Could I trouble you for a glass of water?" His request was simple, mundane, but it crawled under your skin, insistent.

That voice, you thought, hearing that deliciously dark rasp in it. Was he a smoker? Whatever caused his voice to sound like that, it worked for you. It did things no employee should have to go through during working hours.

Embarrassing really.

"Of course," you replied, your voice steady despite the tremble in your fingers. "It's on the house," you joked. You poured the water, the liquid crystal clear and innocent, an odd contrast to the darkness that seemed to cling to him.

"Generous," he remarked, a smile quirking at the corner of his mouth. It was a smile that promised secrets, a whisper of sin.

“I do have lemonade, soda, perhaps a fizzy drink?” You offered, cocking a brow. “I know there are cans of beer in the back. I could get a real drink for you. No costs.”

The man’s expression was hard to read, with all the makeup and the dark glasses hiding his bright eyes once more. But you thought you could see his smirk grow. His fingers curled around the glass of water, muscles tensing.

“A soda, then,” he said after a contemplative hum. “I still need to drive home.”

“A soda it is then,” you confirmed, looking at him from over your shoulder as you set to work to get him his free drink. “Most men prefer the beers.”

“Like I said,” his gravelly voice came while he tapped the brim of his top hat. “Got to drive.”

You watched as he sipped from his glass of water. Little droplets of sweat were running down the sides of his cheeks, smudging the white of his makeup.

“Responsible,” you murmured, placing the soda in front of him. “Here you are, sir.”

“Thanks.” He took the glass, fingers brushing yours. Electric. Intentional. You inhaled sharply, the air suddenly thick with something unspoken.

Your pulse raced. This man was danger masquerading as charm, and yet, you were drawn like a moth to a flame.

You cleared your throat and quickly turned away.

"Nice performance," you managed, feeling heat creep into your cheeks. The innocence of the party around you clashed with the intensity of the moment, the frivolity of balloon animals and birthday cake juxtaposed against the enigma before you. You were vaguely aware of eyes upon you, but when you looked up, all of your co-workers were busy minding themselves.

“You’ve seen me perform before,” the magician said. Touché. He was right there. “Was today’s better than all my other performances? Or just not as bad?”

You turned to face him again, forcing a small smile.

“It’s always a pleasure to watch your shows,” you hesitatingly confessed. Were your cheeks red again? Could he see that you were blushing? You hoped not. You clumsily started to wipe the bar with a wet rag, wiping away stains of spilled drinks and oily fries.

"Albert Shaw," he introduced himself formally, though you already knew. His name had been murmured in hushed, awed tones all day. He was on the list in the backrooms, hired via Abracadabra Entertainment & Supplies. You knew Afton and Henry bought most of their balloons and garlands from them as well. Although the agency wasn’t as big as Ha-Ha’s, from which they hired their clowns.  

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Shaw." Your reply was automatic, but your mind was alight with curiosity and a dangerous thrill. You lifted the wet rag, showing you couldn’t shake hands with him, to which he took no notice. He reached for your free hand, despite it being wet from the rag as well, took it without hesitation, and shook it.

You stood frozen, uncertain of what to do or how to react, when his hand was already long gone. But Albert was already talking, seemingly unaware of how the little gesture – that little skin-on-skin contact – had rattled you.

"Please, call me Albert." His tone was insistent, a command cloaked in courtesy.

"Then you should call me…" You cut yourself short, almost giving away more than you meant to, "a fan of your work." Not that he wouldn’t know your name by now. It was on a badge on your chest.

"Perhaps one day," he said softly, "you'll show me what you're a fan of up close." The suggestion hung heavy between you, tantalizing and terrifying.

"Maybe," you breathed, the word barely more than a whisper.

As he leaned forward, his finger darted out to the badge on your chest. “Pretty name,” the words tumbled from his lips far more erotically than they should have. “Fits you.”

He then leaned back on the stool in front of the bar and picked up his glass while you spun around with cheeks all flushed, the wet rag still in your hands. You made the error of pressing the rag against your forehead, making you wince and leave for the backroom to get rid of it and dry your head.

This man was making you do weird things.

Upon your return, he was still at the bar, finishing a talk to one of the parents, and seemed to have taken his glasses off. Finally. Wearing sunglasses indoors was weird. As the dad left, Albert turned back to you and nursed his drink. Your eyes deliberately focused on the kids playing, rather than on the way the magician’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he drank.

Yup. Definitely not going to look at that.

“You’re enjoying this job, aren’t you?” Albert’s words caught you by surprise and you turned to him.

“Well, yes,” you said, because it was obvious. At least you hoped it was.

“You’re smiling radiantly. Like a bright star in the night,” Albert said, a toothy smile cracked the white of his makeup.

“Well," you replied, trying to steady your breathing. "Their laughter, it's... it's infectious." Your words fluttered out, betraying the turmoil within.

"Laughter, yes," he echoed, but something about his tone felt off. It gave you that weird shivery feeling down your spine. "The sound of pure... innocence."

He drank the soda, watching you over the rim of the glass, and you knew that this was no ordinary thirst. This was the thirst of a man accustomed to getting what he desires, by means unknown and best left unexplored.

You shifted uncomfortably, the weight of his stare heavy on your skin and you vaguely excused yourself. “I got swipe behind here too or the boss will think I’m not working.” Anything to get away from his eyes.

“Of course,” Albert replied, the grin never leaving his face.

“Didn’t he used to perform as well?” Albert’s question surprised you and you blinked up, already holding a broom in your hands.

“Huh?”

Albert hummed. “The yellow bunny suit, if I remember correctly. He told me about it once.”

You had to stifle a laugh. “What’s up with you performers and hiding your faces?” You asked. “You, the clowns, all use makeup. And the acrobat lady too. Or they wear big suits with masks.”

"Ah, but we all wear masks, don't we?" Albert tilted his head, a lock of greying hair falling across his brow.

"Sometimes without knowing it," you agreed, feeling the truth of those words more than you cared to admit. Then you sighed, the broom nearly slipping out of your hands.

“I don’t like wearing masks though,” you admitted almost dreamily. “I like to show the world who I really am. Putting on a front seems incredibly tiresome to me, don’t you agree?”

When your eyes met those of Albert, they were unreadable.

“It’s an astonishing thing, to be bashfully and unashamedly oneself.” The words came out brittle, then he reached into the pocket of his black coat.

"Here," he said, slipping a card from his sleeve with a flourish that made you jump. The black and red design swirled before your eyes, hypnotic. "In case you ever need a touch of magic."

His smile was a predator's grin, yet oddly charming.

“Got to do all my advertising myself. And since you were impressed…”

"Thank you," you stammered, feeling the card's smooth edges as you took it. The numbers danced under your fingertips, promising things unsaid.

"Call anytime," he added with a wink. It felt like a secret pact, one you weren't sure you wanted to be part of.

"Maybe I will," you murmured, pocketing the card, the heat of the exchange lingering like a spell.

As he turned to leave, Mr. Afton's shadow fell over you, icy and suffocating. You looked up to find his gaze locked onto yours, unreadable. Was it anger? Curiosity? Longing?

"Good work today," he said, each word measured and precise, but there was something else in his tone. A darkness that coiled beneath the surface.

"Thank you, Mr. Afton," you responded automatically, trying to sound unaffected. But your heart raced, betraying your composure.

"Keep our guests happy," he continued, his voice low, commanding. "That's what keeps them coming back."

"Of course," you nodded, but his eyes never left yours, pinning you like a butterfly in a case.

After a silence that felt like an eternity, Mr. Afton’s stern gaze finally left your face and he turned away from you. “Good girl,” it was but a low whisper, and you had to blink, wondering if the words had been real or if you had imagined them.

The moment you came out of your daze, Mr. Afton had returned to his office, seating himself behind his desk and leaving the door ajar so that he was in your field of vision. Your eyes searched the bar, but it seemed that ‘The Great Al’ had left.

As you watched Mr. Shaw vanish behind the swinging double doors, a shiver crawled up your spine. Laughter and chattering filled your ears, pulling you back to the here and now. And when you looked up, it was to see Mr. Afton as he lifted his eyes from the papers he was working on. Pale eyes that rested upon you for just a tick too long.

You loved your job, but whatever was going on here, you had no clue. The possibilities that filled your mind were too weird to consider. Patting the card hidden away on your body as a silent reminder to put it in your bag before you went home, you decided to ignore the weird tension that had been in the room earlier. And with a smile on your face, you went back into the sea of kids.

You loved this job and all the odd people you met through it.

AN: Guys, I did a thing (: Have you noticed the Arthur Fleck/Joker hints in it.

[bewilderbark]

Love your art, was drawn in by a slug cat zeroranger piece you made a while back and have stayed ever since :] (although I've still yet to finish rain world, haha)

I was mostly wondering if you have any specific artists/games/things (other than rain world and zeroranger) that inspired your art style or if it was more the result of self-expression and continuous experimentation?

try 2 because chrome crashed and deleted this entire thing on me the last time I wrote it all out (whoops!) Forgive me for the essay that I'm about to drop on you because this is a VERY fun topic hahaha!! There's bucketloads of artists and inspirations I've had over the years so bear with me…

I first started drawing with my dad as my inspiration. He was a very good traditional artist before he stopped doing art, and so I wanted to learn how to draw, too. Like all kids in the late 2000s, I did not have access to a computer on a regular basis, so most of my artwork was done traditionally. I LOOOVED HTTYD when it released, and so dragons became a big big big thing I drew. I remember drawing toothless on the top of my plastic drawers inside my closet out of crayon. In particular, using the cerulean crayola (my beloved color and prized treasure) to color in the background of the sky. But of course, this era was also the crazy late 2000s early 2010's warrior cats MAPs and furry art and xenofiction era. My art style was influenced HEAVILY by the likes of finchwing, bluekyokitty, splashkittyartist, banithekitty, akreon, kique7, mizu-no-akira, deercliff, rabid-lycan, etc. However, one artist stuck out in particular to me during this time ! I LOVED ArualMeow's artwork soo much way back when… to the point that to this day, I still draw characters with lines above their noses because I loved how she did it when I was a kid. It's probably the oldest inspiration that's stuck with me :D

Most of the work I did from 2013/2014 was just me as a kid fiddling around figuring how art worked, and is also lost to the sands of time... In 2015/16 is when I really started to get into artwork as more of a serious thing. At this time we had one single dingy laptop to share between all of us, so I really didn't use it all too often and did primarily traditional art. During this time, I was into everything every other 2015 era tumblr user was into- Undertale, AOT, TOP, Hetalia, FNAF, Hamilton… the works. I was also very into the Instagram furry rings during this time. It's a bit difficult to remember names considering its been ah.. 10 years now LOL, but I do remember siviosanei, itsprobablymars, soyyemilk, gekkozilla, sjin, and a couple of others being very big inspirations for me during this time ! Alongside some friends who I met whos art styles were very influential at the time- peluchecarne, babeygansta, and graveyardterror, just to name a few :D

Then… come 2018… everything Changed. I got into the My Hero Academia fandom and stopped drawing much for favor of chatting with cool new people and reading fanfiction. And also I had lost my tablet pen in a move and was stuck doing traditional artwork for a hot minute. But, for whatever reason, not having access to ditial artwork sparked my brain and made my art style make MASSIVE leaps. I was fortunate enough that some family was willing to purchase me a new tablet pen (which was for a discontinued model and frankly egregious in price) and I was able to get back into the swing of things. Then. Another amazing thing happened. I uncovered Art Fight !!!!! Suddenly I was being beamed by all the AMAZING artists ever ! Then. another amazing thing happened. My father gifted me Ori and the Blind Forest. 14 year old me was absolutely FLOORED. ASTONISHED. I loooved Moon Studio's artwork and style I knew immediately that I had to steal it. This started my painting style that I still use to this day- painting primarily on one layer ! (However for whatever reason in 2018 I didn't have the hang of painting characters on one layer yet. For some god forsaken reason instead I would split up every single aspect of a character into its own layer, down to pawpads and claws and fingers, and apply a shading/lighting layer to each. individual. body. part. no idea why i thought that was the best route)

2019 followed the same trends as 2018. Ori still being an inspiration, and getting into roleplay and such ! During this time I met a good many friends and was inspired by their art, too… mangopaws, peachbeep, cranberrycore… SO MUCH super cool art :D

Then came 2020. tricky, tricky 2020. and 2021! I fell a bit out of roleplay in these years and rediscovered HTTYD. I LOOOOVED IT!!!!!!!! I got a lot more comfortable with my artstyle and started to get into painting backgrounds over static fullbodies/headshots that I had been doing over the past 3 or so years. I finally quit doing that horrendous split-up-body-part method I had been sticking with since 2018 and started getting into painting big sweeping nature scenes. And dragons, of course… The dragons and cloud scenes I wanted to draw really influenced the changes in my artstyle. These two years really solidified my art style and were also the years I finally changed my name to bewilderbark ! It's been 4 years now…

Late 2021/2022 is when I uncovered Rain World again. I drew primarily RW during this time! The familiar names began to enter my inspiration circle- Joar, miimows, JamesBBarrow, kelocitta, mehri, darthzz, turtle toad, etc… In late 2022 is when I really began to get into ZeroRanger, and that's when eebrozgi and Tregalia and co entered the fray! Suddenly everything started turning out green and orange…. 2022 I also began to work, so my art really slowed down, and my painted big pieces are really what I posted most of. I don't have tooo much to say about the later years of artwork, because these trends and changes in art are all posted on my tumblr after this point in time !

But of course, with work and life I fell a bit out of both Rain World and ZR and the works. While I'm not as active in making fanart for them, or for any fandom for that matter nowadays, I've been turning my eyes back to other artists and their works nowadays as my own style continues to develop! I'm getting into more "generic" furry artwork, drawing my own personal pieces, exploring OCs and story writing as my own thing instead of writing fanfiction or creating as much fanart anymore. Artists like copepods, ohmanit, sabanahsmiles, HOWL OUT/Isananika, NAHYON, mochiri, storiel, plive, fivel, etc. art my major inspirations today ! Alongside dozens of friends, too many to list, that all keep me drawing and experimenting! I am very happy with the direction my art has taken over the years, and how it looks today :D

But all of this aside, there is one (1) artist that really takes the cake for inspiration and keeping me drawing. My very old friend Rosepuff/Rosepuff-Art, who unfortunately does not post much nowadays. We met all the way back in 2013, me drawing in MS Paint, and her drawing in Gimp, and we decided to make a Warrior Cats comic that unfortunately did not reach completion. Over the years she kept me drawing and chasing after every improvement in her own style. To this day I still look up to her amazing works and suggest people peek at her art !!! I definitely can cite her as the reason I'm still drawing to this day :)

Thank you for the kind words and ask !!! Sorry for the essay again, hahaha

[unfinishedmural]

Celestial Shift Yap Sesh

So, the ask game didn't get much interaction, which sort of makes sense given my follower count, but I want to talk more, so I'll be answering some of my favorite prompts by myself! (I'm pretty sure that's legal)

4. What is a major change you made?

Burntrap is William Afton. While I used to believe this was true in canon, the evidence seems to be pointing to Burntrap being the Mimic, if he was even real in the first place. Just in case Burntrap is proven to be Afton at some point, I'll add the most obvious major change—Sun and Moon become humans.

5. What is something you kept the same?

The story of Security Breach still happens, specifically the Redemption/Princess Quest route, which I think is most commonly theorized as the canon ending, although I mostly chose it because it's the happiest ending.

7. What ships are canon in this au?

The biggest ones are Sun x Chloe (OC) and Moon x Ginger (OC), but there's also Vanessa x Luis, and some oc x oc in the background. I might add ships for some of the currently child characters, but that'll wait until I write something where they're old enough for romance.

8. What platonic relationships are important in this au?

Sun & Moon, Vanessa & Gregory, and their relationships with each other and the other animatronics. I also value the Glamrocks' relationships with each other, but they're not quite as important to this au.

9. Is there a scene you wish you could've included, but couldn't? Why?

There's a cut scene where Sun and Moon try to help Gregory with his math homework. I thought it was funny, but it didn't fit the flow of the story. I currently have two versions saved in my drafts, one where they still have their "computer brains" and calculate the answers almost immediately, and one where they can't even finish the first problem.

10. Is there a character you wish you could've included, but couldn't? Why?

I wanted to put DJ Music Man in there, but I couldn't find a good reason for them to go visit him.

11. Is there any relationship that's different in this au than in the source material?

Probably all of them are different in some way, but most notably Sun and Moon themselves. In the games, Sun is afraid of Moon, desperately trying to keep the lights on to curb his violent tendencies, and Moon resents Sun for imprisoning him in his own body, even after the Pizzaplex closes, and presumably after the virus is gone. In this au, Sun and Moon did have some rough patches in the past, but by the start of Celestial Shift, they're best friends, even calling themselves brothers by the end of the fic.

15. Is it a different genre than the source material? If so, what? Why did you choose that genre?

Yep! There's definitely more romance than SB, or most of FNAF. One of the main inspirations for this fic was my sister seeing some human Sun fanart and going "aw, I want him to find love," and I agreed, so it kind of spiraled from there. I think it also has more horror elements than SB (at least more that are explicitly shown), because I wanted to tie it in more with the other FNAF games.

16. Are there any ocs in this fic?

Yes! Not only are there plenty of oc friends, but two of the main characters are shipped with ocs! If you don't like ocs, you probably won't like this!

19. Share a headcanon!

Vanessa had almost no computer skills before becoming a playtester. She learned some basic IT stuff from Luis, and more Fazbear-specific stuff from Peepaw. She knows more about hacking than most people, and more about animatronic maintenance, repair, and reprogramming than most Fazbear technicians.

23. Do you have other ideas for how to continue this au/other fics that could be written in the same universe?

Oh boy, do I! There are currently 4 finished Celestial Shift sequel oneshots, and I'm working on the non-canon "two star" ending (not exactly a happily ever after like the canon ending, but it's not an ending where everybody dies, either). I currently have 2-3 Celestial Shift-related wips that have a good chance at seeing the light of day, a few more that will probably stay in my storage for me to stare at lovingly when I remember they exist, plus so many more ideas that haven't been written down yet! (Possible spoiler warning for the next paragraph)

The most promising one is a story where Sun, Moon, and their families go to the abandoned Pizzaplex years after it closes. They would tell stories about their past to their (mostly) teenaged kids while exploring the remains of their old home. Their current quest is getting more parts for an injured Roxy, but I might change it if I think of something better.

And that's all for now! This was a very fun yapping aid!

If you want to see the rest of the prompts, here's the ask game!

[gothklok]

⌗INFO!༘⋆

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Hi there! I'm E.J. also known as Gothklok/Gothicklok or MERLIN I'm an alternative artist who loves horror, fantasy, and gothic romance! (*´ω｀)

I often create a lot of long-length stories and characters/oc's inspired by CREEPYPASTA or anything horror with touches of supernatural or fantasy! I am very open to communicating and interacting with the lovely people who support my blog/Tumblr account.

You all do mean a lot and help me grow, so thank you for supporting me even if it isn't much on your part ♡ liking does brighten up my day knowing you enjoy the content I post ( 〃▽〃)

I enjoy indulging in content from fandoms such as

CREEPYPASTA

RANFREN

MARBLE HORNETS

FRAN BOW

SALLY FACE

UNDERTALE

SLASHERS

INTERVIEW WITH A VAMPIRE

JUJUTSU KEISEN

AVATAR / ATWOW

HOUSE OF 1000 CORPSES

METALOCALYPSE / DETHKLOK

THE BOYS

FNAF

CLASS OF 09

SOUL EATER

HOMICIPHER

Etc..

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- NSFW

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[sparklewolfglitch]

🌠Here’s Day 11 of Pomni and her friends traveling all adventures.🌠

Hopefully, Zooble will try to have a chance to join them on today’s adventures and spend some time with Gangle, as long as they protect her from Jax, and glad he won’t be bothered to tease other members to mess things up like a coward.

Inspired by FNaF World’s adventures and background designs. (I’ve tried to work on the backgrounds cause I took a lot of time to make edits and design them but it gave me some ideas for BG designs.)

(I spent all day by working on all of the characters the whole day ago and I apologize for being late and hope you’ll understand that.)

Here’s the transparent versions of my OCs and Digital Circus Members:

If you folks wondered why I changed Zooble’s parts designs, they can change her parts to whatever she likes. They wanted to be as cool as their friends.

[bool-prop]

Story Questionnaire

Thanks for the tag @justanothersimsblog ! I love talking about my stories and the characters in them, so this was fun!

1) How did you come up with such unique & fascinating characters?

It was literally a case of "I want a character that's [insert traits here]". Damien Butler was "I want a werewolf rockstar." He was blond at first, but always had Grey eyes. Then, he changed into having his dark brown, almost black hair.

For Salem Hexner, I wanted "a plain 9-5 businessman, living an unassuming life but having a horrible secret". Then, came "I want him to have heterochromia". Finally, "I want him to have freckles." I always wanted him to be named Salem, but "Hexner" just popped up in my head as his last name.

2) When you started writing your story, what did you take into consideration?

The characters' personalities and memories in-game and out of it. For example, where Damien’s fear of water came from and why he has the Aquaphobia trait ("Hydrophobia" is a rabies thing, EA).

3) How did you shape each character’s background/family?

Creating my oc's background went back to my "I want a character that's [insert traits here]" method. Family is different. In Damien's case, his family was created with the "Adoption" service in the game. His son in his older stories was a surprise.

Sometimes, the adopted child in question will have traits from one of the parents. I took one look at the kid and knew he was Damien's. That's how his son, Evan, came to be. As for Damien's father, mother, and brother, they came after Evan just to show he had them.

Salem's family was made in a more messed up way. They were just another part of the secret he was created with. Already dead. It wasn't until much later that his family appeared as living characters.

4) Do you plan everything before starting, or are you more spontaneous?

Both. I go in with a gist of what I want to happen and if something happens during the event, I usually include it.

5) Does reality inspire you, or do you rely more on your imagination?

Imagination, baby! I only take what I need from reality to make things (somewhat) sensible and the imagination takes the rest.

6) When did you KNOW you were going to make this story?

I knew when I retired Damien and Salem from their roles in FNAF.

7) What has shaped your story into being the way it is?

For Salem and Damien, it was years of doing their older stories. It was a lot of fun and it shaped who they are more than anything I could have planned. @zelterxc's oc, Peter, became an integral part of Salem’s life after their days in FNAF.

The rest is history.

I will tag @nocturnalazure , @dandylion240 , @treason-and-plot and anyone else who would like to do this.

[mintchocolateteacats]

Hello! I made a drawing of Eclipse from the AO3 FNAF fic O' Medusa by @naffeclipse . I used green as the background because that is how Briar constantly says he smells like a garden/green.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62193280/chapters/159094330

It is very fun and I recommend you check it out! I used Johannes Vermeer's 1665 'Girl With The Pearl Earring' painting as my inspiration photo. Crayon and sharpie.

slightly different color pattern, pencil line art and photo used for inspiration below

Happy Belated Birthday Naffeclipse!

[masquayla-the-splendid]

Okay I didn't expect this post to be an essay, but here's my Fnaf 3 9th anniversary drawings, with very extensive detail into my thought process.

Love me some gore explosion Springlock failure, but realistically, the suit would just soak with blood, and William would be a pathetic gurgling mess. (Like the movie. Took it like a champ, too.) I know it's because the minigame shows it spewing everywhere, but I'm pretty sure it was it's way of telling you that that man is finished with the hardware limitations an Atari or a super early arcade cabinet would have.

The springlocks depicted as Frankenstein's monster lookin bolts, and the flies with dot trails is my favorite part. Also, the hole in his chest is vaguely heart shaped. I saw it in a video redesigning Scraptrap and thought it was genius. But that was so long ago icr who did that video. :')

I rarely ever draw Springtrap, and it think it's because how humanly proportionate he is, which is hard to toonify. The weird withering patterns don't help either. I looked at Kosperry's design for extra guidance.

⬇️Kosperry's Springtrap⬇️

(oml I love their art so much gggGGzv)

For being right-side up trapezoid shaped, upside-down isosceles triangle in a buff fashion works really well for him.

And the best part, I color picked and drew some inspiration for Spring Bonnie from this suspiciously shaped robian from Sonic SatAM. (Left)

The backgrounds of Robotnik’s lair gave me major Fnaf 3 vibes when I came back to that show. Probably because it's so "polluted green," and might as well smell putrid.

[beatriz-lioness]

This is a redraw from a piece highly inspired by EmMonsta's FNAF comic, "Out with the old". I used to read it when I first met the fandom, even if I couldn't understand a thing - my english was really bad. Foxy had that locket - not a music box, welp - the only thing left to remember him of his mother. It brought him comfort in bad times.

Off topic but I'm really proud of the lightning :3

Old version and speedpaint under the cut:

*My friend Kakau did the old background, but this time I wanted to try doing my own!

[friendlies-af]

Uh... swap!AU???

A long time ago I had a concept for this AU. It was askew and crooked, without any normal ideas. And then in 2017 I wanted to depict Swap!Night guards in Rebornica artstyle. (Let me explain: Kevin is a night guard from FnaF 3 by Pole_Bear).

Just recently I found out that this drawing was published on Pinterest and was liked by many. This inspired me to make a redraw. To make drawing easier, I slightly adjusted the original style to my own. And the first ones I drew were Scott and Vincent. I've been thinking for a long time about whether to make Scott "the Red Guy", but that's it for now. Maybe I'll redo it later.

Then I drew Mike and Jeremy. The guys haven't changed much, but somehow… Bonnie mask, yay!

The last art was a whole challenge for me. I don't really like drawing backgrounds, but I wanted to work hard here. Kevin and Fritz look… ok, but I think I could do better.

That's all for now. Thank you all for your attention!

[oligoweee]

(UPDATE: FOUND) hello guys I am looking for a video that has voice acting from some popular YouTubers, I've written out what I remember in the Reddit post below and I've posted to TikTok, so far only one other person knows what I'm talking about 🙏

https://www.reddit.com/r/tipofmytongue/comments/1g1l2n1/tomtvideo20202023_vhs_arg_type_youtube_video_with/

(If you don't wanna go to Reddit or don't have an account or something the post has been copied below)

between 2020-2023, I remember watching a VHS tape style video that was supposed to be an analog horror or ARG of some sort and the main things I remember from it are:

-some sort of advertisement in the video that was voice acted by Will Ryan of DAGames, starting with "HEY YOU! YES YOU!"

-this fictional place had closed down and there were these over the phone interviews with characters voiced by Dawko, Bazamalam, 8-BitRyan, FusionZGamer, and possibly Razzbowski and CoryxKenshin, I think it was like pretty much just fictional versions of themselves but they were sharing their memories and experiences of the place before it closed and some of them sounded quite sad. the interviews had photos of them and their names below the pictures and then the background I can't really remember but I think there was like water?

-the place in question that they are talking about, I can't remember exactly what it was but there was an arcade, I don't know if it was fully an arcade or the arcade was just apart of it but someone had mentioned it

-the owner had died I believe or there was some sort of tragedy which is what led to the closure

all of it was fake obviously since it was one of those ARG type videos but I've been going insane trying to find it and I fear I've been looking in the wrong places so now I have come here, if I had to guess, it could most likely be FNAF based/inspired considering everything but my memory of it is quite fuzzy and so far my friends that watch these youtubers don't know what I'm talking about so yeah, I am hoping I did not dream it and that it wasn't deleted XD