#So is Michael hehe...

[psiirockin]

can we see springtrap or no design yet? sorry if it came off as rude, just curious :3!!!

Working on this between commissions! Still not done obviously but hopefully it helps for the people that are curious about how he looks for now until it's finished hehe!

Springtrap is very damp/wet from water damage.. The skin + entrails are mostly fused into the fur/suit coverage.

[chloesimaginationthings]

This is Scott Cawthon’s biggest regret in FNAF..

[morbidpaintz]

[abisalli]

judgement time ⚖️

[onegroovyrose]

Another Chris day another Chris slay!!

[skyblueartt]

Doodles of the zombie boy while bored at work

[comfytickles]

Tickletober // DAY 8: TRUTH!

With my OCs Loretta and Michael!

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"You have to be honest... for science of course."

For context, Loretta is able to see where exactly people are ticklish hence why Michael is drawn like a diagram.

Also hi guys I'm doing tickletober (probably only a few days lmaoo)

[goosewizard]

it is the second time ranboo is hiding an eye from tubbo, and he forgot how terrible he is at it. they managed to keep it a secret for this long, though, so he can't stop now. they know his preferred eye size, managed to find out his preferred ring size without causing too much suspicion (they think), and today is the day. tubbo should be home any minute now.

oh, they're gonna throw up.

everything is going to be perfect, it has to be. he's rehearsed what he's going to say, how they're going to kneel, even practiced putting the ring on with michael (who is being the best little secret-keeper right now), so it's going to be fine. it's tubbo, how could it not be?

the door unlocks and ranboo promptly drops the box he'd been fiddling with.

he dives after it (quite heroically, one might say), forgetting that he is very tall and the floor is very far away. they land pretty hard on their shoulder but manage to keep the box from view of the door, which opens just in time for ranboo to gain some additional bodily harm as sweet michael all but tramples them to greet the man at the door.

scratch that. the bastard at the door.

because tubbo is doubled over cackling, wheezing something about family guy while he watches ranboo struggle to their feet. they should really reconsider marrying this guy. not even a ‘hello’, a ‘how are you’, an ‘are you ok’, this could be serious, tubbo could seriously be planning their demise. marriage is a lives-long commitment, ranboo can't just pick some guy who's gonna axe them for the insurance money. the guy in question scoops michael up and spins him around while the toddler shrieks in delight.

yeah, okay, plan’s still on.

speaking of, michael is whispering in tubbos ear prime dammit. ranboo suavely (read: panicking) plucks their kid out of tubbo's hands with a haha kids these days amirite and shoos michael off to play. they turn around and tubbo's smirking. aw man. he strolls up to them, grinning ear to ear saying darling, dearest, what is this plan that michael tells me about in that tone where he knows exactly what plan they have. ranboo groans as tubbo dances around them, going awww ranboo you like me so much you want to co-parent with me forever awww with that same shit-eating grin because he knows he's right. the situation would be more frustrating if ranboo wasn't head-over-heels for the man (literally, as of about a minute ago). they suppose he never explicitly said that the secret was to be kept from tubbo. hrm.

welp, cat's out of the bag and tubbo's not gonna get any less insufferable about it, so he may as well just do it. ranboo looks tubbo in his eyes (he's wearing one of the first ones they made for him) and steadily gets on one knee. tubbo's being very composed, but his little goat tail's going a mile a minute. it offers ranboo a sense of relief. its tubbo, and with any luck, it'll always be tubbo.

they begins their speech, only stumbling over their words a few times and keeping easy eye contact with tubbo for the duration. when they get to the part with the ring and almost drop the dang box again, tubbo laughs harder than is really necessary, giddy about the whole thing. they're both smiling hard when ranboo asks tubbo underscore, will you marry me? for real this time and opens the box.

not to brag, but they really knocked it out of the park. inside the box is a simple and sturdy copper ring with a honeycomb pattern etched in. there is also an eye, made of quartz and diamond with a netherite pupil shaped like a heart.

tubbo honest-to-prime squeals and drags ranboo in for one of those kisses where it’s all teeth because they can’t stop smiling. he says yes, of course. the ring is on in an instant and tubbo dashes to the nearest mirror to put the new eye in, asking a million questions about how much this cost and how’d they sculpted it like that and if he can have one of lapis or amethyst next. michael trots over to the commotion and is promptly scooped up by tubbo who tells him michael youre not going to be part of a broken home anymore. ranboo points out that the home in question was never broken in the first place, which his fiancee (!) ignores.

as he watches his husband-to-be show off his ring and eye to their son, ranboo thanks whoever is up there that this is who he gets to spend his days with. to have and to hold, to bicker over flowers and colors, in sickness and in health, in war and in peace, theyll be together, ranboo and tubbo, against the world.

part 1 | part 2

[theskyisthelimit06]

felt cute, might make another one.

[gay-little-axolotl]

hey guys look what I did instead of homework :33

[hugs-and-stabbies]

The piece of art with Myers tied up to the tree and the lil spit trail absolutely does it for me I'm so obsessed with it LOL if you're ever in the mood for it I would love to see more/pay for more content to that degree!!

a bit under a year later but here you go heheh ♥♥ for those wondering, here's the original piece from a while back :) [x]

[wovenvessel]

Don’t worry he will get used to it eventually (Yes he always sweats this much)

[sentientsky]

so you're telling me that this

is the same guy who made me cry over this????

[pinkluver93]

The Triangle of Pizza and Love

Told ya I felt that inspiration! Well, I acted on it, and here is the result. Enjoy!

Summary: This continues two months after “Finding Time”. Nasir and the Ovenist are dating, but not publicly. However, nothing gets past Dr. Michael Keh, who has a secret of his own. Nasir X Ovenist X Keh.

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It’s after 10 p.m. and Dr. Keh has just finished closing his shop. He grabs his things and walks out the door, locking the door behind him. He gets to his car, opens the door and sits inside. Instead of turning on the car and driving home like most people, Dr. Keh likes to sit in his car in silence and admire his pizzeria, humbling himself. 

“I’ve come so far since Ambrosia. No Ovenist in this town is amazing like I am. No one. I am and always will be above all of the regular people in this world.” 

He takes his phone out of his pocket. 

“Before heading home, let’s see all of the “regs” out there buzzing about my astonishing business and I, as per usual.” 

Keh chuckles heartily to himself (“Regs” are regular people that are not and never will be Keh.) as he scrolls through the posts on his feed. He smiles to himself as he reads all the posts. Finally, he stops on a post that stands out to him. 

“that ovenist from (Your Pizzeria) is totally taken, you know. I saw them with some guy. DM me if u want more info!” 

Keh scoffs. “Please. They’re not with anyone.” He looks around at his surroundings to make sure he was alone. “They’re going to ask me out soon enough, maybe. No one is a better companion than I, THE Dr. Michael Keh!”  

He reads the comments, which he assumes are speculation, and throws his phone down in anger. 

“I don’t need to waste any more of my precious time reading nonsense. I need my beauty sleep.” 

He starts his car and drives home. 

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As soon as you walk inside your place, you lay down on your bed, exhausted from the day. You still had your work clothes on, with dried sauce stains that missed the apron. Luckily it wasn’t the pesto sauce today, since your pesto sauce is incredibly strong.  You almost let yourself fall asleep but.... 

“Oh shoot, I gotta call Nasir!” 

You remembered that you had to call Nasir so he knew you were home safe and sound. When you two agreed to be a thing, Nasir was well aware of your late work hours and wanted to make sure you were alive and okay. You two also had to keep your relationship on the down-low for now (the investigation just ended recently and Nasir had to go undercover again for work). This meant that you each cherished the time you two were able to talk and spend together. 

You dial Nasir’s number and he answers on the third ring. 

“Hey (your name),” Nasir sweetly said. 

You blush and chuckle. “Hey you. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of you saying my real name.” 

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of your laugh either. How was the drive?” 

“It was fine,” You say. “I’m glad I got home before the skies opened up. People drive like crazy in the rain.” 

“Yeah,” He said. “People are just so reckless because they’re always in a hurry.” 

You yawn. “Exactly.” 

“I know I said I want you to call me when you get home each day you work, but if you’re ever too tired, don’t feel like you’re forced to do it.” 

Your heart stops to a halt, and you swallow. “Oh, so you don’t want me to call you?” 

“No no no, it’s not that! I just-” Nasir pauses and sighs. “I don’t wanna pressure you into doing anything that might be...too much trouble, you know? We both have tiring jobs so, I just want something that works out for everyone.” 

You smile as you think of something. “What if....instead of phone calls, I can send a text to you with my picture confirming I’m okay and safe? It’s not just a wordy text that any kidnapper could send to you using my phone.” 

Nasir chuckles. “Kidnappers?” 

“Yeah!” You blush as you joke. “With a picture of my smiling face, you can tell if I’m all good or in a pickle, so to speak!” 

You swear you could hear Nasir dreamily sigh on the other end of the phone line. “Well, it would be nice to have more pictures of you without me ruining the shot....” 

“Hey!” You say. “We look great together in pictures, when we’re able to hang out that is. Speaking of that, how’s your new investigation been going?” 

“Heh, it’s going.” Nasir says. “It’s just so time-consuming though. But don’t worry, I have plans for us when I’m actually off!” 

“Well,” You smile, rubbing the back of your neck. “It HAS been a while since you stopped in for a pie....” 

“I can come in after work next Tuesday! I’ll even come out of uniform and surprise you.” 

“Hang on, let me check my calendar!” You mute your phone so that you can jump in the air happily, pumping your fists. You couldn’t wait to see him! You unmute him. “Well, I’ve got no pizza meetings or family dinners or anything like that, so consider it good!” 

“Alright!” Nasir said. “I’ll see you around 9 next Tuesday! Let’s talk tomorrow, okay?” 

“Okay, bye!” As you hang up the phone, you lay in bed, wondering what he’ll order when he comes in. 

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Next Tuesday comes sooner than you know it, and it’s now 8:40. You feel like you broke even with your orders today, and now it’s settling down. You look at your MyPad and check out what your friends are doing on BakedIn. You become so enraptured in what you’re looking at that you don’t hear your front door open. You look up and smile. 

“Hey, didn’t think you’d come so-” 

“Well well well...”  

You look at who the voice belongs to and frown. “Dr. Keh?!” 

It is, indeed, Dr. Keh in the flesh. He looks smugly around your shop. “(Your name). I see your shop hasn’t changed much. Not surprising....” 

You look around as if you are worried. “What are you doing here?” 

He takes out his phone, finds something on it, and places it down in front of you to see. You look with curiosity. “What am I looking at?” 

He sneers at you. “This buffoon says that you are....well, SEEING somebody, as in....dating a specific someone.” 

Your heart pounds in your chest, but you make sure to not let your face show it. “Okay? Someone says I’m dating someone? Why does that affect you?” 

He harshly takes his phone back and shoves it into his pocket. “Nothing, it doesn’t affect me at all. In fact, I congratulate you. I just assumed you would die alone, if your companion skills matched your pizza making skills.” 

You roll your eyes. “You’re just jealous that you’ll never be happy or feel fulfilled unless you cheat at something.” 

Upon hearing this, he chuckles. “It always goes back to that, doesn’t it Ovenist? Hopefully you do not make an excessive amount of excuses with this person you’re dating....whoever they are.” 

“I can do what I want.” You retort. “Last I checked, we weren’t dating, Keh....” 

He gives you an evil smile. “It’s so cute of you to say that, because I KNOW you wish you were dating me. There is no man out there that even compares to me, and you know it....” 

You shrug. “It doesn’t matter. Now, can you please leave? Unless you needed to order something?” 

He laughs. “Yes, just what I’d like, a pizza from a sad, mediocre Ovenist. Sure, I’ll take your House Special.” 

“I highly suggest you take that to go....” 

Neither you nor Keh said that, so you both looked to the front door to see who the voice belonged to. A man with gorgeous red hair, sunglasses and a peacoat jacket holds his detective badge.  

You give a small, but grateful smile. My hero.... 

Keh looks him over, and grunts. “Oh, it’s you, that detective from the Zarena case.” 

Nasir, with his hands now in his pockets, walks up to the front counter where Keh and you are waiting. “I was just coming in to get a pizza and saw you here verbally assaulting this Ovenist for some reason. Why is that?” 

Keh dismisses the detective and pulls out his wallet. “I don’t need to explain myself to you. I’m just here to order something and leave.” 

You ring Keh up for your House Special. “I’ll go make it right now.” 

As you go to make it, you overhear Keh and Nasir talk. 

“Do you really enjoy the pizza from here?” Keh asks with confidence. 

“Yes, I do.” Nasir says.  

“Pfft, your tastebuds must not feel well....” Keh chuckles. 

“Funny, because you just paid for a pizza here.” Nasir says, taking his glasses off to look Keh in the eyes. “So you either secretly enjoy it, or you’re buying a pizza from this establishment for nefarious purposes that are quite familiar....” 

“Ha!” Keh looks at Nasir with amusement. “You really think I need to steal (Your name)’s pizza recipe for my own gain? I’ve got news for you, “detective”. I don’t need to steal anyone’s recipes because my pizza stands out on its own. I have simply turned a new leaf.” 

You put Keh’s pizza in the box and walk out with it. “What’s your new leaf then?” 

He smiles at you. “I’m finally supporting small businesses like yours. I can’t relish in all of the glory, you know. I have to let other Ovenists feel like they’re at least putting in 1/10 of the required effort a Master Ovenist like me puts in every day.” 

You roll your eyes. “Whatever helps you feel better about yourself....” 

He takes his pizza into his hands and starts to walk out, looking back at you. “You’ll want to not have so much focus on your...personal life....if you want to stay afloat while I’m in business. Try not to drown, Ovenist.” He chuckles as he walks out.  

Nasir shakes his head. “I don’t know what’s up with that guy, he’s such a-” 

You cut him off by going up to him in front of the counter and roping him into a big hug and kissing his cheek. “You have such great timing. I thought he was gonna bury me alive.” 

Nasir blushes as you let go. He smiles. “Heh, I’m pretty sure Keh is all bark and no bite at the end of the day.” 

You smile at him. “Regardless, I’m grateful. I’ll surprise you with the toppings, but did you wanna set up a table for us?” 

“Actually,” He says. “I was thinking we could take this pizza and have a night picnic at Havarti Park. I brought some beverages in a cooler and a blanket, plus the weather is nice.” 

“Our usual spot, huh?” You grin. “It’s also pretty....quiet and serene this time of night there as well, isn’t it?” 

Nasir blushes and rubs the back of his head. “Yeah, I-I figured it’d be....nice for us to...catch up and...you know...” 

You smile sweetly seeing Nasir act so shy about your relationship. “I’ll make your pizza and get changed. Be right back!” 

You go to make his pizza with so much happiness as you await what Nasir has planned for you two, completely forgetting about the uninvited guest you had.... 

[knickynoo]

Michael J. Fox as Scott in Midnight Madness (1980) pt. 1

[ron456]

BMC Fanfictionnnn

Wrote this fanfiction cuz' I just really wanted to see a fanfiction of Michael teaching Jeremy how to drive. I know, I know, technicallyyyy Michael would be too young to teach Jeremy how to drive but just LET ME HAVE THIS. IT'S A FUN CONCEPT. Anyways, this probably takes place the summer before their senior year but yeah. Might edit this fic more later but Imma just let it be for rn. I wrote this in one day. Please have mercy 😭. Anyways, enjoyyyyy-

(side note: They say "okay" so much but I just couldn't think of any other way they would say this stuff. And I took out a lot of "okays" cuz' I started out with a lot more. 😭😭Idk man. Just look past it ig 😭)

“Okay! Here we are!” Michael said as he pulled into an empty parking lot. It had taken Jeremy a little longer to get his permit. Mostly because the thought of driving just slightly terrified him. But now, here he was. Sitting in the passenger seat of a P.T. Cruiser. About to have his first driving lesson with Michael.

Michael turned to Jeremy with a grin. “Ya ready?”

Jeremy sighed nervously. “No.” He kept his gaze down as he rubbed his hands up and down his jeans.

Michael put a hand on Jeremy’s leg. “You got this, man. I got you.”

Jeremy looked up at Michael fearfully. “What if we crash? What if I crash?”

Michael looked back at Jeremy sincerely. “Hey, you’re not gonna crash. That’s what the brake’s for. You got this, okay?”

Jeremy looked down again and let out a noise that was something between a hum of agreement and a groan of dread. 

Michael laughed a little at that. “Okay.”

Michael unbuckled his seatbelt and went to open the car door so that he and Jeremy could switch sides. Jeremy did the same.

“Alllllright!” Michael said as he settled in the passenger seat. “First of all, we gotta buckle up.”

They both buckled their seatbelts.

Michael turned to Jeremy. “Great! Okay, now, hold your foot down on the brake and switch the gear shift to drive.”

Jeremy did so very carefully, then turned to look at Michael.

Michael smiled back at him. “Awesome! Now, here comes the fun part. The driving.”

Jeremy swallowed while holding a crushing grip on the wheel.

“Don’t worry. You got this, bud.” Michael assured him. “Just start with taking your foot off the brake just a little.”

Jeremy looked straight ahead and did so. 

As the car slowly started rolling forward, Michael continued, “Now, you’re gonna wanna take your foot off the brake and press on the accelerator just a little.”

Jeremy put his foot on the accelerator and the car went from rolling to zooming forward. 

Michael panicked slightly and reached for the ceiling handle. “Woah, okay! Not that much! Press the brake, dude!”

Jeremy, equally panicked, slammed on the brake. 

The boys both swung forward and back from the sudden stop. 

Jeremy was still staring straight ahead but now with wide eyes.

Michael laughed nervously. “Okay, so, uh, don’t do that. The accelerator’s really sensitive-” he smiled as the dumb joke came to his head. “-like me. Heh heh. So, uh, just barely press your foot down, man.”

Jeremy nodded excessively. “Okay.” He did so and the car started moving at a steady pace.

“Yes! You’re doing it, Jere!” He flapped his hand excitedly with a grin. “Just keep going straight till’ we get to that turn there. And when you stop, just ease your foot onto the brake as you get there. Don’t slam it.”

Jeremy kept driving then slowly stopped the car right before the turn. “Was that good?” He eyed Michael.

“That was great! You’re doing so good, Jere!”

Jeremy smiled nervously.

“Okay, now, turning…” Michael let his hands fall to his lap.

“Mhm.” Jeremy said to acknowledge he was listening to Michael without looking at him.

Michael continued “You just gotta turn the wheel where ya wanna go and then the wheel will just slide back into place after. And make sure you don’t go too fast, for right now. Just lift your foot off the brake and then turn.”

Jeremy turned smoothly. 

“Great! Now, just keep moving straight and get ready for that turn down there.”

Jeremy kept driving forward but as the next turn came up, he tipped the wheel too far to the left and was now heading for a curb. “Shit! Fuck!” He tried to turn the wheel the other way.

“Brake!” Michael exclaimed as his hand flew up to the handle again. 

Jeremy slammed the brake and the boys, once again, swung forward then back.

They both just sat there for a moment. The car was now up on a curb. Michael released his grip on the handle and let his hand fall into his lap.

Jeremy looked over to the passenger seat with teary eyes. His words came out in one breath. “Michael, I’m so sorry. This was stupid. I can’t drive. I don’t-”

Michael cut him off softly. “Dude, it’s okay! The car’s alright. We’re alright. Everything’s good!”

Jeremy stayed silent.

“You alright?” Michael asked.

“Yeah, I’m- I’m okay.” Jeremy said shakily. His breathing started to slow. 

“Okay.” Michael said calmly. “I’ll help you out, man.” He looked to Jeremy who looked forward, tightened his grip on the wheel, and nodded.

“Okay, so you’ve got your foot on the brake. Just keep it there and put the gear shift to reverse.” Michael instructed.

Jeremy did so and then looked at Michael expectedly.

Michael smiled. “Now take your foot off the brake and just let the car roll back”

Jeremy nodded again and did what Michael said.

“Brake here.” Michael said calmly.

Jeremy braked.

Michael continued. “Now put it back in drive, straighten out the car and just keep going forward.” Jeremy did and Michael smiled. “Yeah! You got it, dude!”

Jeremy weakly smiled, his eyes still ahead.

After driving forward for a little longer, Michael turned to Jeremy. “You wanna stop here?”

Jeremy slowed down the car until it came to a stop. He turned to Michael “... Yeah.”

Michael smiled. “Alright.”

Jeremy put the car in park and the boys both unbuckled their seatbelts before walking out of the car and switching sides.

Michael turned to Jeremy from the driver's seat and held out his fist. “You did good, dude.”

Jeremy smiled tiredly and returned the fist-bump. “Thanks, man.”