#Fnaf filth

[jokeringcutio]

Stepdad! William Afton x (f)  Reader: New Year ( Warnings: Smut)

AN: Happy New Year to all my followers and all you WilliamAfton / SteveRaglan / MatthewLillard Fanbunnies. Here’s a little drabble that fits inside the stepdad AU universe.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Talk about adultery/secrecy/taboo relationship, mouth on v, p in v, unprotected s*x, threats of stepdaddy wanting to keep you with him.

The soft glow of fairy lights illuminated the room as you sat at your desk, pen in hand, diligently writing in your diary. The New Year had just begun, and with it came a sense of renewal, of change. You couldn't help but wonder what this new period in your life would bring—new experiences, new people, or perhaps a different side to those already in your life.

The door creaked open, and without looking up, you knew it was him—your stepdad, William. He entered quietly, his footsteps barely making a sound on the wooden floor. You didn't move, not even when he approached and placed a warm, strong hand on your shoulder.

"Enjoying the peace and quiet after all that partying?" he asked, his voice low and smooth like aged whiskey.

"Definitely," you replied, setting your pen down. "Vanessa and Mike really went overboard with the drinking, huh?"

William chuckled, his fingers starting to trace slow circles on your shoulders, drifting lower with each pass. "Yeah, they were both pretty hungover the next day. Serves them right for turning our living room into a war zone."

You shivered at the sensation of his touch, but continued the conversation. "I guess it was a memorable way to start the year." Your thoughts betrayed you, wondering if William's presence in your room held some hidden meaning, some unspoken desire.

"Memorable indeed," he murmured, his hands now dangerously close to the curve of your breasts.

The heavy thud of your diary closing echoed through the dimly lit room. William's blue eyes locked onto yours, a shadowy look lurking in their depths. He leaned in, his breath hot and hushed against your ear.

"Your mother is doubting our wedding," he whispered, his voice laced with bitterness. "She's talking about divorce. She suspects I've been fucking her darling daughter."

Your heart clenched at the words, anger bubbling just beneath the surface. You scowled at him, the unfairness of it all surging within you. It was he who had started this twisted game, manipulating you into secrecy. You would never want to hurt your mother this way. You’d never have allowed a married man to touch you if he hadn’t been living in the same house, under the same roof, manipulating you into this with every breath you took.

"And did you tell her the truth?” you hissed, accusingly. “Did you tell her how often you fuck her little girl?” You used those words on purpose, as William loved to remind you of how much younger and weaker you were compared to him. Nothing more but a little girl that needed to be put in her place. Whether you’d been bratty or not.

A low growl escaped his lips as he grabbed your wrist, flipping you over the desk without a moment's hesitation. Your body tensed, adrenaline rushing through your veins. He pushed your pants aside with rough fingers, and then… he surprised you.

His beard tickling your skin as he lowered his mouth to you.

"Dad!" you gasped, but it was too late. His tongue traced patterns on your most sensitive flesh, teasing you mercilessly. A shudder ran down your spine, the pleasure building up inside, threatening to explode.

The tip of the tongue dipped in. He slurped and sucked and suckled on your nub until you writhed in pleasure. But a strong hand kept you pushed down, your chest against the desk, your diary trapped underneath your tummy.

"Remember who's in charge here," he murmured against you, his voice dark with desire. The air from his lips tickled your wet folds. You felt a shiver run down your spine, felt your walls pulse helplessly with pleasure.

He always managed to do this to you. The strong hand kept pushing you down, giving you no room to move away from the onslaught of his mouth. His lips, his tongue, his beard – he was driving you insane. This must be the reason your mom invited him into her life, you thought through the haze. He was so good in giving you pleasure, that you’d forget whether you had said yes or no or had allowed him in. The sensation of his beard brushing against you only heightened the intensity, pushing you closer to the edge. You were seeing stars.

And then his lips were gone.

"Please," you whimpered, your voice wavering. "Daddy, please." The word felt strange on your tongue, but there was no denying the thrill it sent through you. William's eyes darkened with lust as he flipped you over, onto your back, and positioned himself between your legs.

"Remember, you are my little girl too now," he growled before thrusting inside without warning. The intensity of it left you gasping for breath, fingers digging into the edge of the desk. His movements were rough and hungry, leaving you with an overwhelming sense of both fear and pleasure.

His cock was stretching you impossibly wide, your vaginal walls pulsed around him in an effort to fit him in. Slick lubed him all the way, dripping down and even coating his balls that were heavy and tightened with each thrust, ready to burst.

"Harder," you managed to choke out, driven by a need you couldn't quite comprehend. He obliged, his grip on your hips bruising and unyielding. Your thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind, torn between desire for William and guilt over betraying your mother.

"Mine," he snarled, his eyes locked onto yours as he drove into you with brutal force. The desk squeaked and thudded against the wall, the papers that had been laying upon it fell to the floor, your phone tumbled over the edge. The word echoed in your mind, pulsing with each pounding heartbeat. You belonged to him, body and soul, and there was something undeniably intoxicating about that fact.

As the coil within you tightened, desperation clawed at your chest. "Oh, Dad, I'm—"

"Say it," he demanded, his voice harsh and unforgiving.

"Daddy," you whispered, barely audible. “I’m gonna come on your cock.” And with that final submission, you shattered beneath him, your climax crashing over you in waves. It took him a few more firm thrusts but he followed soon after, his release hot and possessive inside you.

You bit your lip after catching your breath, listening to the low pants of your stepdad as he too got down from his high. You watched as he ran a hand through his wispy hair, grey locks betraying how much older he was compared to you. Not that you minded. You thought the age had added a spark to him – like fine wine.

Withdrawing from your trembling body and leaving a trail of lukewarm cum on the inside of your thigh, William reached down, sliding your diary from underneath you. He flipped it open, his eyes scanning the pages. The thin-lipped serious expression he wore slowly was replaced by a predatory smirk. As he read, his smile only grew wider, more satisfied.

"Look at this," he murmured, his fingers tracing over your words. "You write you can’t wait for us to fuck. So eager during the day, waiting for your mom to go away so Daddy can have his fucking fun on the playground.”

A low groan, an indication of what your words did to him. You knew exactly which parts he was reading. The entries where you described how your body had started to adjust to him. How it felt when he had you warm his cock. How happy you were when he made you cum afterward. How your feelings for him had started to change. Whatever they had been in the beginning, they had been fully replaced with an unadulterated love for him.

His blue eyes met yours, the smirk never leaving his face. “You like it when I fuck you, sweetheart. How sweet. It even says you claim to have fallen in love with me."

He closed the diary, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss on the top of your head. The contrast between his earlier violence and this tender gesture left you reeling. He helped you up into a sitting position before he turned away from you, adjusting his pants and making sure he looked presentable again.

"I'll find a way to keep you with me," he promised, his voice low and dangerous.

You knew you should have been terrified, but all you could feel was that strange, dark thrill deep within your core. William Afton had claimed you, and there was no going back.

~

If you like this kind of filth, I have a lot more of Stepdad!Afton x Reader and more coming up. I also write for other interesting bad men such as slasher characters. If you are feeling generous - as it is the season of giving - you can always leave me a little thank you on my Ko-Fi (:

I’ll post some quick links below to other works. My prompt box is still open, but I will be heading into the hospital at the end of December and depending on my treatment, I might have to close it in the near future. But I’ll keep you up to date :)

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[conspicuous-clown-car]

bro is FILTHYYYYYYY

[mechanicalinfection]

strings.

[silverjirachi]

help me my dash did a thing

[churchydraws]

some doodles I did during stream. Gabriel dragon might be my favorite

[allstag]

the relationship between michael and william in the f.n.a.f vhs tapes is so similar to my portrayal of alastor and his father tbh.

"god doesn't care about justice, or about what's right or wrong. god just likes to watch interesting things happen. i would know. i would know" / "how could you do that to your own father? i hate you, i've always hated you. i'm going to kill you, and i'm going to make it hurt. oh, how i miss the way you used to cry when i screamed at you. it's going to get so much worse." / "so you better put it back, michael. as neatly as you can. and start running."

do you understand what i'm saying. do you get it. the rage of the father is so powerful it transfers to the son. he could burn down his childhood home but he'd still see his father laughing in the midst of the flames. the bloodshed won't cleanse him. do you get it.

[polyhexian]

Man it is so WILD to see FNAF be so mainstream like. I remember when fnaf 2 came out. I was in the trenches. I was there. I got like. Original sanshee merch. I got that first poster they made somewhere. I got one of the very first official shirts. I'm not afraid to toot my happy little FNAF horn

[necrotic-scum]

🦋If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog🦋

i see you trying to make me post smth, babby cak 🫵😐 but fine

i guess i’ll just give a silly little intro

my name is Mylo, but you can call me Pup or Knight and i live in the UK. i’m trying to get back into drawing but art block is kicking my ass, and i wanna get into writing fanfiction (look what you’ve done to me, Steph. i know you’re reading this 👁️👁️it’s your fault). feel free to comment on any of my future posts, just keep it respectful.

fandoms

* Sonic the Hedgehog

* Pokémon

* Project Sekai

* Marvel (especially Bucky and Moonknight)

* Witcher

* Fnaf

* Yu-gi-oh (i’m new to this so be nice to me)

* Yuurivoice

* Marauders

* Voltron (i will never forgive what they did to Klance)

* Ninjago

* Trixie and Katya

* Musicals

* Princess Tutu

* Tokyo Mew Mew

* What We Do In The Shadows

* Star Wars

music

* ABBA (bc everyone likes ABBA)

* My Chemical Romance

* Nine Inch Nails

* System of a Down

* Slipknot

* Korn

* Twin Temple

* Cradle of Filth

* Pierce the Veil

* The Killers

older men i wanna put in a jar

* Sebastian Stan

* Henry Cavill

* Oscar Isaac

* Gerard Way

* Joey Batey

* Daniel Brühl

* HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN

* Hugh Jackman (specifically him in that grey hoodie, i want to chew on him)

[runmildest]

computer, ENHANCE

this is in my files as kithy_kith

[jokeringcutio]

Stepdad!William Afton x (f) reader - Cold Beer (short drabble)

Rating: Mature Fandom: Five Nights At Freddy's Warnings: Stepdad x Stepdaughter implications, taboo attraction, Smutty thoughts (not explicit). Author Note below.

The game's electronic jingle filled the room as William Afton, your stepdad, sat in his chair, engrossed in the screen of his phone. Your mom was out, leaving you two alone. His voice broke through the repetitive tune. "I'm getting a bit thirsty, sweetheart."

Blue eyes left the screen and slowly slid toward you. The game made upset bleeping noises, begging to be played. But his fingers hovered above the screen, not touching.

"All right,” you said. You knew your stepdad liked to have a cold beer on his days off. Relaxing in his chair, watching TV, or playing games on his phone. And as always, you wanted to please him, to impress him. You wanted to be his good girl and know that he accepted you as part of the family.

“Let me check if there's any cold beer," you replied, heading to the fridge. And oh, wasn't this fun? You bent forward a little more than necessary, knowing that the sight must do things to him. You were wearing the right kind of clothes, the ones you knew your mom always said accentuated your 'curves' - we all know she meant to say your ass.

Opening the door, the cool air hit your face as you peered inside, the cold welcome to your heated thoughts. You tried to focus, looking around and realizing there were no chilled beers.

“Oh,” you groaned at the sight, “seems we ran out.”

You frowned, spotting a bottle of soda that was within your reach.

"How about some soda instead?" you teased, reaching over and bending a little more before glancing back at him - still in this same position.

His blue eyes seemed dark when they met yours, his phone already out of his hand and on the side table. You watched as he shifted his hips, the crotch of his pants pulled tight at the movement, revealing that a rather impressive bulge was packed underneath. Your eyes quickly darted back to his face again.

"Let me have a look," he said and sauntered over. Before you had time to turn away, he stood behind you, too close for comfort. You felt his warmth enveloping your body, a stark contrast with the coldness of the open fridge.

Uncertain as to what to do, you tried to move from between his arms, only to feel his presence pressing against your back. As if he deliberately trapped you. Your heart fluttered unexpectedly. This couldn't be true, right? Was he... reciprocating? Was that his bulge pulsing against your back?

As you both gazed into the fridge, you felt the soft touch of his skin against yours, your eyes growing wide. Even though it seemed like an accident, you were convinced that William deliberately brushed his hand past yours.

"No cold beer," he sighed, disappointment masked by a sly grin. His touch sent shivers down your spine, but you remained frozen in place. Then, finally, his arm lowered and your hands were no longer touching. His blue eyes locked onto yours as he added, "I'd like something sweeter."

His hands were on your hips within the blink of an eye. "Whoops, don't fall over," his smooth voice came, teasing you. As he held you, he pressed his hips forward, tighter against you until there was no mistaking. He was hard. Hard and all because of you.

You could feel the heat, the hardened flesh underneath the layers of your clothes, the pulsing of his throbbing, trapped erection. And you gasped at the thought of all that the two of you could do now that your mom was away.

Now that you come to think of it... You just had a brilliant thought to keep her away for a little longer.

Flushed, you pulled away, but he followed, standing close again as you picked up your phone to text your mom. "Can you bring home more beer?" you typed out, hands trembling slightly.

"Thank you," William whispered, his hands still firm upon your hips. Warmth spiked inside your core. The feeling of his strong hands left you breathless. "Now, want to show Daddy how sweet you are?"

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AN: It's been a while, to the anons who requested/begged for more Stepdad Afton, I found this in my drafts. It was originally sweeter and more innocent, though I had plans to make it into full-blown smut. But unfortunately, I haven't been well enough to write much. I'll post an update soon, because I have been working on a little thing or two, including the Joker fic (which is finished in draft but needs another look over).

As always, you can find the masterlist on my page (pinned to the top). I have more multi-chapter works on AO3. And if you can spare something I also have a ko-fi.

[lets-ignore-that]

Ok i am not a writer by any means, but i did find this little "story" about FNAF i did last year, this is just copied from my notebook:

Nerve wracking. The best way to describe it. You'd think being a security guard for a pizza place of all things would be easy. It wasn't, they move, those robots with moulding foam and matted fur. Their eyes are too real, too full of expression, they move too fluidly. I can hear the whisper of children's voices when they're around. They smell of rot and filth. I've heard stories of missing children, stolen from under their parents eyes in a place meant for children to be safe, to have fun. I have a hunch, I know their bodies are in those robots. I need to open them, I need to see. But I can't, they're upset, and I can't do anything.

[eyeballsoup7310]

I find it very interesting that people despise Vanessa for threatening Mike but I’ve not even seen a single person mention that Mike beat a man to filth in a mall fountain in front of the guys son.

Not to say mikes an inherently bad person for that, he has trauma and he reacted to something that triggered it— it’s just kind of telling that the entire fandom not only immediately forgave, but also never actually considered criticizing him for violently attacking a man in the first place, but a lot of people refuse to even imagine liking a woman because she was kind of mean to their favorite sad little blorbo due to her own trauma flaring up.

Edit cuz I thought about it again: obviously the dynamic is a little different in each situation. While both Vanessa and Mike were employed in positions of physical power at the time of their fuckups, Vanessa was specifically using her job as a threat whereas Mike didn’t even think about using his power as a guard. They both did something extremely shitty and rash, but if Vanessa weren’t an officer I don’t think people would care as much. Mike did something more comparable to, like, “getting into a drunken fistfight at dennys.”

On the flip side, threatening a man who’s Going Through It is super shitty and I don’t wanna dismiss that, but Mike still physically assaulted a man, and it’s weird to me that the fandom seems to have just forgotten. They’re fictional characters so I think trying to hold them to the exact same standards as real people is a bit weird to me (they’re meant to convey a story, not be a paragon of morality, unless of course the story they’re conveying is about morality but I’ll leave that conversation to people who have more than two braincells) but if we’re gonna criticize Vanessa I feel like we should also criticize Mike a little too

(I will still say, I don’t think Vanessa ever had any intent of trying to even legally challenge him ((i.e. arrest him or charge him or something)) and if she actually wanted to scare Mike she could’ve threatened to take Abby away, something that she previously refused to do in the “dumping shit in the river” scene. Also a stupid move, please don’t throw pills in the river, but it was the year 2000 and she was raised by William Goddamn Afton it makes sense she’s a bit of a dumbass sometimes)

Ultimately I don’t hold it against anyone if they dislike Vanessa because of this scene (or if they dislike Vanessa, especially for being a cop, in general), I guess I’m more so hung up about the fact that if she were a man, less people would hate her. Criticism of her as an officer is fine, we should be shitting on cops, some of it just feels like an excuse to be borderline misogynistic. I dunno, i tend to focus on stupid details. fnaf is a really weird series and an even weirder fandom. can everyone stop writing cops as protagonists please

Edit 2: actually thinking about it more and I just feel. Gross. Defending a character who’s a cop. It’s almost worse that it’s not even relevant to the story, for all the importance it has, she could easily be a janitor with a knife or something and absolutely nothing would change. Eugh. Curse of being written by scott cawthon, I guess. Anyways. Sorry. I think the part of my brain saw a pathetic wet cat of a character who’s a woman this time and went stupid mode

(If anyone has any recommendations for characters with a similar vibe to Vanessa that ARENT part of an extremely shitty job please uh. Comment them)

[whereismymonsterlover]

i feel like fan songs have been out of fashion for a while but i wonder if im just out of the loop? They came from such specific fandoms and i feel like they had their moment in 2013-2018, it's fascinating to think about.

I'm an og fnaf freak and there were a few in 2022 after secruity breach dropped when the glamrock + pizzaplex lore dropped but they've definitely slowed. i spose they follow the same trend as fanfic where the source material needs to drop substance for the baseline story for a song to be written about.

I do remember in 2022 on tiktok everyone freaking out about a stranger things fan writing a "billy apologist" song and singing and recording it themselves. Dude pop off. it was amateur, cringe as hell and i disagreed with the billy takes but dude i have a playlist dedicated to fnaf songs that i listen to frequently!! no one makes ukelele-ass fanfic songs like that!!! and everyone DRAGGED THEM TO FILTH. mainly for the billy takes but i digress.

I guess we do have the living tombstone and starbomb (new single for pre-save btw!!) who still definitely make fan songs of exisiting IP on a more professional scale.

im also not in many of the newer fandoms that have taken over the internet like hazbin hotel, helluva boss, hello neighbour and the amazing digital circus. i call those four out because my gut tells me they are of the same breed as the 2015 fnaf and undertale fandom that would be musically inclined. (hazbin hotel is partly a musical from my limited knowledge?) I also want to philosophise on why this gut feeling is because that is fascinating to me.

idk please add thoughts to this post if you see it, im really interested to see what people have to say cus songs are such unique pieces of fandom art that i feel like is dying out a little? but i only take up a very small amount of fandoms!! (this would be very easy to research but for the sake of poking the embers of fandom and audience participation I am choosing to be ignorant)

[divine-knight-hand]

It’s that time for another fic picks list!!! (Yippee!) 😆

This time, I’m keeping every fic under it’s blog’s own list, because I’ve been hearing talk of posts having a tag limit. I don’t know for sure, but I don’t want to risk it. 👀

As always, if you read any of these and like them as much as I did, please reblog them and tell each writer how much you loved it. It means a lot to us, I promise!!!

Key: ☁️ - Fluff ❤️ - Smut (18+ only!!!) ❤️‍🩹 - Angst 🍃 - Crack 🌐 - User only posts on AO3

Loki Laufeyson

@superficialdomina

Series:

❤️ Into Submission

@sarahscribbles

Oneshots:

❤️ Adore You

❤️ Good Boy

@simplyholl

Oneshots:

❤️ A Gift For A God

@lokisgoodgirl

Oneshots:

❤️ The Ceremony

❤️ Believe Me

Drabbles:

❤️ Some Filth

❤️ Ride Me

@crowsoundsonly

Oneshots:

❤️‍🩹☁️ a healing touch.

@loki-cees-all

Oneshots:

☁️ Nothing to Fear

@foxherder

Oneshots:

❤️ Say My Name

❤️ I Need You

@give-me-a-moose

Oneshots:

❤️ Mine

@fandxmslxt69

Drabbles:

❤️ Untitled lazy sex thots

Oneshots:

❤️‍🩹☁️ I’m Proud of You

@mischiefmaker615

Series:

Gif Skits

Mike Schmidt (FNAF movie)

@hotchsofficialwifey

Headcannons:

❤️ pervy!Mike headcannons

@cupofjoel

Oneshots:

❤️ dye this space red

@murdrdocs

Oneshots:

❤️ mike having a wet dream next to you. (17+)

Steve Rogers

*Let the records show that this section was made all because of lokischambermaid 👀

@lokischambermaid

Oneshots:

❤️ Softly Railing Romanoff (feat. Natasha Romanoff)

☁️ Battle Scars

❤️ Captain’s Orders

❤️ Fugitive

☁️ Core Conditions

❤️ Resident Expert

🍃 Secret Diaries of a Captain & His Lonely Butt Cheeks

❤️ Break Them In (feat. Tony Stark)

❤️ Whispers

Series:

❤️ The Horny Misadventures of Nomad Steve

Peter Quill

@blueberrylemontea-fanfic

Oneshots:

❤️ Burning Poison

🌐tripthelightfantastic

Oneshots:

❤️ Dancin' in the Moonlight

Dividers by @sweetmelodygraphics

[shit-ultrakill-imagines]

Imagine the filth businessman settling a lawsuit, fnaf pizza sim style, on the little desk n everything

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[barrenclan]

Given that you’re a fan of Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, do you have any ideas for a song/songs that would fit any character/s?

OH BOY! Absolutely! :D Here's a few;

"You Stupid Bitch" is obviously a perfect Slugpelt song; that kind of self-deprecation, especially the kind of sardonic hatred that it personifies. With the lyrics about Josh I can also imagine it taking place directly post-Cashew abandoning her.

"You ruined everything You stupid bitch You ruined everything You stupid, stupid bitch"

"Yes, Josh completes me, but how can that be When there's no me left to complete"

Hilariously, I can kinda imagine "After Everything I've Done For You" as a Ranger to Rainhaze song? Although not all of the lyrics fit I really like the tone of Ranger singing 'how dare you be so ungrateful, for me ruining your life'. It'd also pretty Dustfeather pretty well.

"After everything I've done for you (That I didn't ask for) Do you have any idea The work you're undoing?"

"What's that look on your face? You're horrified You think I'm a monster For doing your dirty work You think love is stainless and pure But beneath all the fantasy There's filth and there's gore"

And then as a complete joke how about "Let's Have Intercourse" with Deepdark. What a charmer! He's so early-season Nathanielcore.

I'm not adding lyrics... just listen to the song.

Yes, The Nowhere King is already on the PATFW playlist!

I do appreciate a good FNAF song, especially since Pizzaria is my second favorite game. (SL is first.) Hm, this one is interesting! I can see it fitting Rainhaze pretty well...

"It's a bright new day, and it's your time to shine Time to take your career into your own hands Spend all your money and the stars, they will align"

"Wait, I hear voices on every side And I wonder where And I wonder why Where do they hide?"

"I'm sorry, you've been misinformed This is just a never-ending labyrinth and nothing more Endless circles of fear Chasing cries of children that seem so near Out of reach, you will never find them Don't you see? This is where your story ends"

I can see it!

"Can't pick them out Can't press them in I'll never hide my scars"

"One unsheathed knife must glint In an alternate timeline's light One rust-ridden blade juts out Of a friendly moonstruck shape" <- I love this turn of phrase

We got a sleep motif reference boys! Pack it in!

Oh yeah! I've seen this song used for good PMVs before. I like this kind of music with Rainhaze, too; that stomp-clamp indie kind of sound.

"If they find the body in the basement In the very house that she was raised in" <- ohh......

"So when we get the sign From God I'll be the first to call them I'm taking back the number of the beast"

"Should I choose a noble occupation? If I did I'd only show up late and sick And they would stare at me with hatred"

Oh gosh yeah I do remember being a little confused by that ask. So ominous! But I agree, it's fitting for him.

"I roam these halls, search the night In hopes that I may see A remnant trace, a glimpse of you"

"There and then, I should have known It was me all along Nevermore to leave here Nevermore to leave here My love is the killing kind"

Rainhaze has this wonderful effect on people's brains where instead of Thoughts there is Rainhaze. Definitely adding "Her Sinking Sun" to the playlist.

"Torn apart from everyone Her sinking sun I watch it die"

"Animals begging to eat They can't survive Not meant to be"

"Flowers of skin and bone We're all alone Waiting to die"

"Water rushes through my heart It's torn apart By yr trusting eyes"

That's a cute idea, I like it! Well, not cute all the way, but you know what I mean. Or in another way... Pinepaw looking for Asphodelpaw after she disappears. A shorter timeline, but maybe more accurate to the song.

"Have you seen my sister, Evelyn? Dang, she's gone and wandered off again! I've been lookin' high and low Where oh where'd my sister go?"

"Is she studyin' Kabala? Did she win a million dollars? Or is she dead in a ditch somewhere?"

Boooo I ran out of links fuck you tumblr