#and they smooch right after

[tititilani]

I can't stop thinking about if Simon had taken Edwin's offer

Like Charles finds Edwin in the hallway as ever but this time there's another boy there too, cowering against the wall next to him. Maybe the dollhead spider doesn't care about Simon, too busy focusing on its favorite target, so Charles is left standing in the hallway with Simon when Edwin is taken.

They get out of hell, but Edwin doesn't confess due to Simon hovering behind his elbow. He doesn't want to confess his emotions in front of his killer, who he probably hasn't even properly figured out how he's feeling towards yet.

The Night Nurse is pissed they came out with an extra soul but Niko's same loophole still applies and Simon stays.

"This is Simon," Edwin says when it's all said and done, finally introducing the boy that's been hiding behind him since the door closed. "He was a...classmate of mine."

"He saved me," Simon says, looking up at Edwin moony-eyed and Charles knows that look and something settles heavy in his stomach.

"Glad to have ya, mate," he tells him even though the words taste sour. This other boy knew Edwin when he was alive, the thought is slightly terrifying to him.

Simon settles in fine with the agency even if the agency feels a little crowded now with five people in it but he continues to moon over Edwin and Edwin just...never tells anyone how they actually knew each other. He reasons it just doesn't matter, that he can't find the right time, whatever.

Charles never really warms up to him, though he tries to hide it, but he sees the looks Simon gives Edwin, a soppy smitten look that is somehow worse than anything Monty or the Cat King ever tried with Edwin because of all of them, Simon arguably knows the most about like Edwardian courting. That, like Edwin, Simon has also survived hell. Charles hates the idea that someone could potentially understand Edwin more than he does.

He hates it so much that nothing further happens between him and Crystal because the idea of Edwin being left alone with Simon bothers him so much. He sees Simon adjusting Edwin's collar one (1) time and it makes him feel sick.

And then there's the fortune-teller.

They only go to her sometimes for cases because she never fails to freak Charles out but her prophecies tend to be accurate like 60% of the time which is pretty good for a fortune teller. She looks at the two of them at the end, because it is just the two of them for once, and then looks just at Edwin.

"How kind you are," she says, the words a compliment but the tone snide. "To house your killer. Pray tell it doesn't come back to you."

"What." Charles says. "The fuck."

Charles is furious, of course, and it takes Edwin a long time to talk him out of smashing Simon's face in with the new cricket bat.

"He's like me," he insists in that quiet but firm voice. Charles wants to scream that Simon is nothing like Edwin - that he doesn't have a fraction of Edwin's kindness or pissiness, that his blue eyes are not nearly as beautiful as Edwin's green - but before he can even open his mouth, Edwin continues. "He...He likes boys, Charles. He likes me."

Oh. Oh.

Charles stares at Edwin who is looking back at him, trying and failing to hide the fact he's terrified, and Charles doesn't give one shit that Edwin likes boys because he's his best mate forever. He's still pissed that Simon is apparently staying but he has to hug Edwin at that. "I'm still pissed you didn't tell me about him," is all he says, swallowing back the other words he wants to say.

Charles grows even more paranoid about Simon being around, who has to get used to the fact that Charles takes to swinging his cricket bat ominously every time he comes within ten feet of Edwin. He finds out that adjusting clothing was an Edwardian courting thing and wants to break something. The very idea the very person who killed his best mate is now trying to put the moves on said best mate pisses him off.

It also makes him think of numerous times Edwin had readjusted his collar or jacket in the past and it makes his non-existent stomach flip.

Eventually, Simon decides he's ready to move on to his after-life and Charles keeps his hands from fisting when he looks at Edwin with that same soppy look. He knows Edwin has forgiven Simon by now but Charles has always been better at holding a grudge and he knows what is going to come out of Simon's mouth before he even asks. He knows that if Edwin says yes, he won't stop him.

Charles also knows that if Edwin does, there is no way he is going to find any kind of his own afterlife.

"You could come with me," Simon says hopefully and the moment after is the longest in Charles' life.

"Thank you, Simon," Edwin says kindly and Charles has to keep himself from crying. "But I have no interest in going anywhere without Charles."

He steps back - away from Simon and back towards Charles. Ears suspiciously pink, Edwin links their hands and they watch as Simon follows the Night Nurse.

[24hrsoda]

tiny Damian got chased by the palace peacocks ONCE and it was enough to traumatize him in to never messing with them again ( + a mini lecture from Grandpa)

[zeldaseyebrows]

A warm, loving embrace

Day 10: Zelda (+ Link)

[asteralley]

thinking a bit too much about this

[samanthamulder]

THE X-FILES (1993-2018)

SEASON EIGHT — I will go on record to say this: that I have seen things that I cannot explain. I have observed phenomena that I cannot deny. And that as a scientist and a serious person it is a badge of honor not to dismiss these things because someone thinks they're BS.

[woopdeloopei]

you've heard of slugcat designs now get ready for lizard designs hello

[electrafart]

i wanna stab myself in the chest 57 times

[birb--birb]

Tonight's playthrough of veilguard has been a fuckin fever dream I love these idiots so much

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

Sophie Shepard & Kaidan Alenko (ME2) 1/?

MIRA'S MORE CANON ME2 "The wrong place at the right time..." AKA: The aftermath of Stealing Memory. Mass Effect 2: Legendary Edition (2021)

[greatgaspiads]

What lurks below?

Babes Week 2023, Day 4

[thatonegayship]

I loved the cowboy comic so much that I wrote a oneshot for it. https://archiveofourown.org/works/50934235 🥺 your art is BEYOND amazing, ty for the food

INCREDIBLE!!!!!

[naarisz]

Melian :)

[vypersketches]

cybernetic soldier

[princeanxious]

An introduction to my little ‘Seamster 4 Hire’ DCA au!

Pretty much this au is a mashup of the usual ‘reader meets sun & moon and platonic to romantic hijinks ensue,’ ‘sun & moon are separate animatronics’, and the ‘Sun and Moon deserve their own individuality of expression without having to settle for something they both like/tolerate every single time’ concepts. I love drawing/designing characters in new outfits and dabble with custom clothing in my limited free time, and am a trans short king, so ‘Seamster 4 Hire!’ Seems to cover all those bases pretty well!

In this au I imagine this comic takes place a while down the line, bc it takes the reader a long time to fully gain the two daycare attendants’ friendship as they begin working on the new outfits and accessories, taking into account what sun and moon *want* and not what faz.co might dictate.

(This is for multiple reasons: 1. Since the DCAs were split in two after the fire, they needed a new costume set that was tailored to their new body specifications bc their old bodies had barely survived the fire, 2. More than one or two sets of clothing is not soundly hygenic for ones entrusted with childcare unless they got washed *every day* 3. With the uprising of animatronic rights, many parents and guests had petitioned for the DCAs(and other animatronics) to receive a more diverse wardrobe of their own choosing, specifically as the demand for their children’s daily role model be taken care of properly and respectfully rose with each passing week, and 4, if the seamster let Faz.Co management dictate the actual clothing designs, the DCAs would never have a custom fitting wardrobe of their own to wear out if, and *when*, they eventually leave/live outside of the new and improved pizzaplex. Yes, it’s that kind of au. I need happy endings on the horizon okay xD)

Like, the main rock stars outfits? Performer type things and the like? That makes sense! But for those that take care of the little ones? They don’t need to be restricted to anything flashy when comfort and safety is the number 1 priority! And whats more comfortable than a daycare attendant that happily dresses up some days and on others they may just have a cozy day, just like everyone else? If it fits within the safety limitations, whats the harm?

(Oh! And Eclipse? He gets his own body too. But considering he’s expected to be replacing moon for Security Patrol, who knows what faz.co intends to do for him. c:)

More to come eventually, I just. Really love drawing the boys. Especially them happy.

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

So…

I may or may not be obsessed with your Afton Virus AU, and so I may or may not have made a whole oneshot about it.

This story follows the point of view of a legal department head working for Fazbear Entertainment and their

encounter with a certain individual and their two animatronic friends.

Includes:

Descriptions of torture, not too explicit talk about gore though, other than a few offhanded mentions of blood. Still, a little touchy for people who might be squeamish.

PS: Y/N is 100% inspired by Sonya Falsworth from Secret Invasion. Her witty dialogue masking a total psychopath is a perfect match for Y/N and you can’t tell me otherwise.

Expect more. (If I have the motivation)

From a very, very sleep-deprived amateur writer.

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“Ah, you’re finally awake! Was wondering when you’d wake up.”

A voice called out from your blurry vision, your eyes were bombarded by bright fluorescent lights. Your shirt was soggy, in fact all of you were soggy. Where the hell were you?

“Who are you?”

The mysterious figure in front of you chuckled, standing up from their metal foldable chair. You got a better look at them, dressed in a black polo shirt with the Fazbear Entertainment branding pasted on.

Mechanics Supervisor

You looked at their hands, covered by gloves. They were twitching. They held an almost uncanny smile, the hat they were wearing covering up their eyes, not letting you truly see their full face.

“You seriously don’t remember me? Seriously?”

The figure chuckled again, their tone mocking and brimming with psychopathic enthusiasm. They returned to their seat.

“Well, just to jog your memory I’m the person who had their hands mangled a year ago thanks to your shitshow of a company!”

Oh, them.

You remember that case well, one of the worse you’ve seen. Sure, worse incidents had happened before but what made this one so bad was that unlike the others, the victim was still alive, and capable of suing.

Thank god they didn’t, all the bad press was already overwhelming for the PR department. One lawsuit was all it would have taken to bring that whole place down to the ground.

In addition, you got a suitable promotion for helping handle that case while causing minimum damages to the company’s image.

You are brought out of your trip down memory lane however, by another piece of dialogue from the person in front of you.

“Now, you’re probably wondering what you’re doing here. You see those wires clipped to your chair?”

You looked down, the shaky wooden chair you were sitting on was damp as well. In addition, the blue plastic wires were there, as promised.

“Those are used to charge the animatronics if the charging booths aren’t working. In fact, over there you’ll see my two lovely boys operating the emergency battery that goes along side it.”

You turned to your left, seeing the aforementioned battery, bright red with a Freddy logo in the middle, sitting on a toppled filing cabinet being used as a makeshift table.

The aforementioned “two lovely boys” were to your surprise, the daycare attendants that you remember very vividly having to settle a case involving dead children around. What the hell were they doing here?

“Now, I’m going to ask you a few questions regarding the security system of the main Fazbear office, and if you answer you get to live!”

You cough, your voice coming out rough and coarse.

“And if I don’t?”

“Well, then let’s just say that I didn’t splash you with water for no reason, ay?”

The figure pointed towards the daycare attendants, the two perking up like lost puppies and fiddling with a piece of machinery near the battery.

“How would you feel about 200 volts of electricity going through your veins? Not enough to kill you, but enough to leave you teetering on the edge.”

“…”

“As expected. Now, let me ask you, what are all the passcodes to all 30 doors that lead up to the CEO’s office?”

“…”

“I’d suggest talking before I make you see hell itself. Most people would agree with me I’d think, well at least the smart ones. You a smart one?”

“…”

“Alright, didn’t think so. Buttercup?”

You turn to your left, the sun-themed daycare attendant eagerly pressing on a button on the machinery, before you knew it…

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Your body was steaming.

Your nerves burned.

You are coughing blood.

Your breathing was heavy.

Your heart beat so fast, it felt like it was going the speed of light.

“Now, you willing to talk now?”

You coughed, droplets of blood leaving your mouth and your throat being in incredible pain.

“Fuck… off.”

“Well then, that was rude.”

The figure got off their chair, clapping their hands. The daycare attendants walked over cheerfully, like puppies being called over by their owner.

“Buttercup, blackbird, could you handle our guest?”

The two animatronics enthusiastically nodded in unison.

“Sure thing, sunshine!”

“We’ll do our best, starlight.”

“I knew I could count on you two.”

With a kiss to both of them, the figure left the room, flipping off the lights on their way out. Leaving you alone with two animatronics that had super-human strength, in the dark.

Their vivid fluorescent purple eyes stared into your soul, acting as the only light source in the room and shining a purple-tinted light onto your face. They raised their hands, full with tools likely stolen from parts and service.

Was that a drill?

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ANON I LOVE YOU PLS MARRY MEEEEEEEEE

I LOVELOVELOVE THISSS AUGH LOVE LOVE LOVE AFTON'D READER!!! AND THEIR TWO LOVELY BOYS AAAAAAA IM DEAD THEYRE TOO CUTE YOUR HONOR

afton reader, a horrible lil monster of a person, killing ppl on the regular: calls Sun and Moon cute names me:

[hyperionwitch-art]

I've been re-reading your Tev/Dren comics and saw again how wrecked Tev's clothes got to warrant a new outfit during the Tribunal DLC. I know realistically, after Red Mountain, Tev likely went shopping for her new clothes in one of her casual outfits (after taking some time to heal ofc), but I find it funny to imagine her and Dren going clothing shopping immediately after defeating Dagoth Ur, f'd up clothes + blood and all.

HAH god, thank you Anon--to be honest, I think about Tev's post-fight clothes situation all the time (and will probably do ssssomething with that sometime down the road), and I loooove imagining what that scene would look like.

It's fine! She's fine. We're all fine. Nothing to see here.

Tev/Dren Masterpost