#beyond the breach

[astoundingbeyondbelief]

I cannot believe I found a copy of Beyond the Breach, which I'm pretty sure I was too broke to afford when it was crowdfunding, in the local art section of a nerd shop. I'm guessing one of the contributors went to SCAD?

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Pit bonnie considers himself a great dad!

[performix]

In this episode of Beyond the Breach: Dhaval Shah on Crafting a Robust Cybersecurity Fortress, join us as we explore the intricate landscape of cybersecurity with industry expert Dhaval Shah.

As businesses face increasingly sophisticated cyber threats, Dhaval shares his insights on crafting a robust cybersecurity fortress beyond conventional defense mechanisms.

[paper-lilypie]

brave little princess

[vurelly]

afton virus commission done for @fizziepop! been having the time of my life with this one

[call-me-cole]

The Aabria Iyengar

[lavenoon]

@naffeclipse have a bloodstained fool in his natural habitat <3

og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic!

[catnerdenby]

Boys baby boys

Based on the lovely @theinsanefoxwriter 's A Change In Fate: A Five Nights At Freddy's alternate universe

A tiny thing I made because I was bored and turned out pretty great in my opinion. Honna put progress shots below

To be fair, it started from me doodling Michael, then started thinking about the series, then started thinking about ✨️them✨️ Then drew a bussin' foot (ngl, the best I've ever drawn), and here we are.

Oh there' also a Lefty because why not.

And while we're at it, why not dump the other foodles here?

It would also seem I have precognitive abilities, as these doodles were made before the 13th part was published :]

Anyways, I'll go now. Toodles~

OH ALSO

I HC THAT MICHAEL WAS 13 DURING THE BITE OF '83 BECAUSE 13 YEAR OLDS ARE PRICKSNAND YOU CAN TEAR THIS HEADCANON FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS-

*dragged away by the authorities*

[smallphoenix13]

cannot WAIT to see what avrotros does during these “further negotiations.” i hope they bite the ebu’s dick off

[jakeyt]

Covet: Chapter 9, Part 1 of 2 (Sneak Peek)

a/n: a little teaser for what's to come (hopefully!) tomorrow! This little snippet might make your heart feel warm and fuzzy, but you know with these two that you can't get used to that for too long. 😭

- 🌼🌼🌼-

Initially, you weren’t sure what it was that brought you back from such a deep slumber. But, once you heard him, you knew. The deep, raspy laugh that was slightly muffled through you gaining consciousness. 

Why was he in the living room? Was he? Was this your imagination? A taunting dream?

You cracked an eye open the slightest bit to allow some adjustment to the light you’d shut your eyes to. But. . . There was no overhead light. It was off. The room would’ve been pitch black, save for your standing lamp’s yellow glow and the blue light from your TV. 

More importantly, the warning feeling of a crick in your neck was suddenly catching your attention. So, without worrying about your company, you quickly sat up to attempt getting more comfortable. You didn’t want to feel awkward around him, but you also didn’t want to deal with a hitch in your neck or a migraine in the morning. 

The loud yawn that escaped you once you’d sat up couldn’t be helped. You were slightly embarrassed at the obnoxiously loud noise that emitted from your mouth as you stretched. Blushing, you glanced over at your fellow living room occupant to see if he’d even noticed. 

And, of course, he had. He was staring at you—but not judgmentally. Not at all. In fact, his eyes held the natural, reassuring lightness that occupied your sweetest recent memories. And the small grin on his face. . . was shocking, to say the least. 

Why was he acting so okay with you? He’d been so distant recently. . .

You knit your eyebrows together, hyper aware of his presence and needing answers as to why he had decided to sit next to you. 

“What are you doing here?” You clipped, tone sharp. You brought your blanket all the way up to your chin and around your shoulders, as a way to protect yourself from the (obviously) harmless man. 

Although, you instantly regretted it as his expression became apprehensive rather than open like seconds before. 

Why do you have to go and ruin everything, y/n? 

He leaned back, his eyebrows furrowed as he balanced a bowl of (. . . macaroni and cheese? Fuck, that looked good.) on his knee, holding onto it with one hand. “I live here, y/n.”

And yet another memory was flashing back to you from the night you got high. . . his breath, hot on your neck, your skin erupting in goosebumps as he said the words then– your skin flaming now, too. Just the sound of his voice could elicit the most from you. Fuck your pregnant feelings.

Or were they just feelings? The fear came rushing back the moment you thought yourself pregnant. . . was there a baby in there? God, fuck. . . you really didn’t want to sit in this train of thought again. 

You figured you might as well use your company to distract you. . . .You missed talking to him anyways–missed it so damn bad. 

But your tummy interrupted you. The growl that emitted from it was fucking humiliating, honestly, but it had happened. And after eyeing you curiously for a minute, Jake’s lips turned up with a one breathy laugh, his beautiful pearly whites on full display. God, he was handsome.

“You hungry?” He questioned, lifting his mac and cheese. “I made more of this. It’s just the shit Kraft, but it still hits the spot.”

Nodding, you went to hesitantly get up to get some. You really didn’t want to move from under the security of your warm, cozy blanket. 

“No, just wait here,” he insisted, standing. His pajama pants were your favorites (the ones he didn’t normally wear underwear with). But you did not watch his crotch for movement. Your eyes were just staring at the wrong place at the wrong time. Really. “I have to wash my bowl anyway. I’ll put the rest in a bowl for you while I’m up.” 

Again, why was he being so fucking nice? But you weren’t about to disagree. You were comfy and hungry and he was offering. It felt like old times and you felt like being momentarily delusional.

“Okay,” you quietly agreed, your eyes shifted, unsure to his face. But he was moving before you could look at him. Back to the kitchen. After a few moments, he was back, handing you a little white bowl with a spoon. The scrumptious, cheesy noodles made your eyes light up. “Thank you.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, responding as though elsewhere. This was weird and you hated how it all felt. But he kept talking, filling the air as he sat a beer on the end table beside him, before sitting back down in the chair. “I had to get a beer anyway. Long day with the guys and May–,” he cleared his throat, his eyes shutting briefly as he shook his head.

Fuck. Thanks, Jake, you thought, your eyes on the verge of welling with tears. The moments of silence, hanging in the air, closing in around you. Not fucking now, hormones.

All you wanted to do was ask why it had been a long day. Get more information that might hurt you. Why did you do that to yourself? 

Though, before you could say anything, he continued. Awkwardly, his eyes flashing momentarily to the TV to reset as he spoke. “Long day. I should’ve asked if you wanted one.”

Your cheeks heated. . . little did he know. “I’m good,” you mumbled, looking down at your bowl. Stomach sinking with your thoughts from earlier, you decided to eat before you lost your appetite again. Not the time to be sad. “Thanks though.”

The next few minutes went by in a silence you wanted to stab with a fucking knife. It was seriously unpleasant and sucked ass. After you both laughed at a certain thing Joey said, you figured you might as well try to keep some sort of conversation going. Because, god, you missed him. 

“I meant in here, by the way,” you motioned with your head to the space around you, mouth full. (Ladylike.) 

His brow raised as he looked from the screen to you, setting his gaze on you. “What are you–?”

“My question. Why you were here,” you embarrassingly restated, hearing how it must’ve sounded. “In the living room. With me. Why you were in here, in the living room, with me, of all places.”

He sat further back, but this time going to sit in the armchair comfortably. His feet propped up on the ottoman across from him. “Well,” he covered his mouth, coughing briefly into his fist. “To be fair– you were sleeping when I came to sit down in here.” 

Rather than being unnecessarily hurt over him only wanting to be in the same room as a sleeping version of you, you let yourself give in to the temptation and take advantage of him being distracted by his next task. You missed everything about him. . . even such a simple thing as watching him move.

Pathetic. And, because your mind hated you, it felt like you were watching him move in slow motion.

You watched in a daze as he leaned over to the tall lamp’s attached table, his self-cut gray t-shirt rising up at his hips to show his firm abdomen flex with the stretch. It shouldn’t be so fucking hot to watch someone reach for a fucking beer bottle. But, the sight that greeted you next was worse than seeing his side peeking from his shirt. What you saw next were his full, pink lips, wrapping just right around the glass top of his beer bottle as he took a generous sip of his Miller Lite. You admired, mouth open as his adam’s apple bobbed in his throat with each gulp of the beer. 

But when he went to repeat his action of leaning over the chair to set the bottle back, you decided to look away so as to save yourself from the torture (or, from the possibility of being caught). You took a bite of the mac and cheese, growing cold in your bowl.

Your heart was already hammering much too erratically from glimpsing these ridiculously mundane motions. . . fuck it all. The heat from being so near to him and watching him settled from your head all the way to the pit of your tummy. You swallowed down your bite thickly.

Your tummy.

“Yeah,” you muttered, awkwardly – you just wanted to have a conversation to get your mind off things. Problem was, you didn’t know where to necessarily start with him these days. . . Work? The band? Maya? God, no. . . gag.

Lucky for you, he took the initiative before you had much longer to overthink it. “I’m glad you woke up, though.” He pulled at his plaid pajama bottoms as he scooted up again, going back to get comfortable on the ottoman. Sitting with his legs spread (dammit), he balanced his elbows on his knees as he reached for his phone in his pocket. “I actually wanted to run something past you.”

God, please don’t say you found a place and you’re moving out. . . you thought, suddenly downcast and dreading what he was about to say. Or that you’re moving out to live with her.

You swallowed the thickness in your throat, trying to alleviate the unwarranted nerves before responding. Dispelling them with food, you took one more bite before swallowing it to talk. “And what’s that?” 

So what if he wanted to move out? He damn well could. He surely had the money and you two weren’t involved. 

He scrolled for a few more moments, your heart thump-thump-thumping without relenting. . . And finally, he found what he was looking for and before you had time to prepare, his eyes were sinking into yours earnestly. 

God. . . what is he about to sa–?

“I found a place for you to get therapy,” he stated, tone soft and careful. 

- 🌼🌼🌼-

a/n: hmmm...... on the right track for some much needed healing perhaps?

[bionicboxes]

you and I are a lot alike 

[goodsniff]

Nobody was doing Blondie dirty enough for Isca caricature resolution 2024 I simply had to step in

[dca-generations-au-official]

Mini-Moon/Moonbeam's canon voice

Voiced by @cmanflip (and yes, I have his permission to post this)

[sillystanleystuff]

The new nurse puppet

You were anxious

It's not like you're not prepared, it's just... Anxiety, you know?

You were the new animatronic puppet at the Mega PizzaPlex. Your design was highly based on your older models, probably because of the nostalgia.

Your job is to be a therapist, nurse and an attraction (like everyone else), so you were tested a lot of times (perhaps more than the normal amount)... But now you're here, in your new room, alone.

The room was really comfy, having nice colors that won't hurt the eyes of the little ones, a bed where they could rest and an dress room with a bathroom.

The little place also had first aid kits, candy and everything that the management thought would be necessary. The wall next to your huge gift box (which apparently was your bed) had some drawings made by the children who helped with the tests.

And then you heard a knock on the door.

"You may come in" you said, and so, the door was open, revelling a little girl with a guy from the human staff.

"Hey, Puppet, your first patient of the day is here" he said, apparently really tired.

"Oh dear, what should be the problem, little one?" You asked, in a gentle voice and slowly getting out of your gift box so you wouldn't fright the little girl.

"I... I fell..." The kid answered.

"And I suppose you got hurt. Where should I apply a bandage?" You asked, looking at her with a calm expression. She pointed at her knee and you just nodded, already grabbing the med kit as she sits on a small chair.

"Alright, let's see..." You looked at her knee, analyzing the wound. It was just a scratch, unfortunately it was bleeding a little.

"This will hurt a little bit, okay? But I'll be quick and gentle, I promise" you said with a reassuring voice and face, the girl only nodded, closing her eyes. And so, you cleaned her wound and put a bandage on it.

"There we go" you smiled and grabbed a candy, giving it to her when she opened her eyes.

"You were really brave" you said in a happy tone while petting her head.

As the two of them left, the little girl smiled while waving at you, which you returned, and again, the room was quiet.

'This wasn't that bad, huh?' you thought, with a little smile.

As the day passes, you greeted a lot of children and even some grownups with some little injuries and stress. And then, the PizzaPlex closed. With a little smile, you stretched (even not being necessary) and started putting the things back in place.

As you finished it, you heard a little knock on the door, making you confused.

'But we're closed right now' you thought, and hesitantly opened the door while saying "my sincerest apologies, we're clos-"

It was the Glamrock band, what were they doing here? A lot of the kids talked about them, but you've never seen them in person.

"Huh? They were right, there is a new animatronic here" Monty said, followed by Roxy's "yeah, congrats Sherlock".

People have been talking about you? Thinking about that made you nervous.

"Ooh! Such a cute outfit!" Chica said while approaching you with a big smile "I'm Chica! That one is Monty, she is Roxy and he's Freddy!" She says while pointing at them.

"It's a pleasure to meet you guys, I'm called Puppet or Marionette" you said calmly while looking at them with a soft smile. Chica's eyes looked like they were sparkling, Monty and Roxy started paying too much attention to you.

Oh dear... Did you do something wrong?

"They were right! Your voice is so relaxing!" The Fazbear himself said with a big smile, making you get kinda... Flustered?

Wait, there's something wrong. Perhaps is your programing?

While you were trying to understand what your code was saying to you, Freddy gave you a concerned look.

"Mx. Puppet, are you okay?" He asked, worried. Noticing your silly thoughts made you silent, you quickly nod.

"My sincerest apologies, Mr. Fazbear. I didn't want to worry you" You said calmly, trying to keep your own confusing thoughts to yourself. The gang gave you an odd look. Oh no, you screwed up. Quick, think something!

"I was only doing a little check up in my database, everything's okay" you said in a reassuring voice. Apparently they believed... Well, except Freddy.

"Don't scary us like that, runt" Monty says, chuckling. Chica just tells him to not be rude.

You only smiled at their silly discussion, until Roxy says something you didn't expected to hear.

"Hey, how about you come with us?" You thought for a moment, until Monty says "can you even walk? Like, this entire time you've only been in this dang rope."

Oh dear.

The rope.

"Um... I can't really walk... I can move my entire body, but walk is a bit complicated. Management don't think it's necessary for me" you said, calmly but a bit embarrassed. 'I hope they're not disappointed about it or something...' you thought.

"I can carry you! We could also put you in a cart!" Chica says, excited. You chuckled at her ideas. They weren't that bad actually.

"I'm happy to know you guys would enjoy my company. However, it's my first day here. I think I'll have to wait a little bit to ask management if I can leave this room" you said, already seeing their little sad faces. You felt guilty, but there's nothing you can do-

"I can speak with management" Freddy said, quickly making the others have little sparkles in their eyes. You were surprised and even... Happy? Although, you didn't want to give the bear too much work...

"Don't worry, Mr. Fazbear, I don't to give you all too much work" you say, a bit anxious. You didn't wanted to give so much work to them, even if you wanted to be able to hang out with them. You're just starting, you don't want to ruin everything already.

"Oh, hun... It'll be no biggie!" Chica said with a smile, followed by Freddy "exactly! No need to be so anxious, superstar." You gave them a genuine smile and just nodded.

Just a test fic.

Lmao

[puppermation]

Part two to this video, being the aftermath of Elley getting the kid down.

[achickennamedcheese]

Lately I feel like I've been plateau-ing in my art, so I made fanart to cope 👌

Are the proportions off? Hell yeah but shhhhh