#but he's so nice

[neviayue]

a safe pride | By Nevi Ayu E.

for the baby lion dressed in zebra pajamaaaaas! A must watch if you're looking for anything warm, I smiled a tonne lot watching this gem.

[manybrokenquills]

yall know that tiktok audio where it's an anime overlayed over some slow music, but the VA in the anime is the same as Saiki K? It goes like, 'when did I start thinking stupid sappy things like that, and why?' or something idk anyway

Thats me rn someone help

[chloesimaginationthings]

You know Henry’s final speech went hard in FNAF

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[doctorsiren]

More on that AU I scribbled where Bill’s parents were alive and were supportive of their son and his actions <3

[fisheem4mmal]

A true gentleman

[canisalbus]

✦ Freshly ordained ✦

[aluminumneedles]

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.

[puppppppppy]

Bridge to turnabout doodles

[gl00mxstar]

???

Got the FNAF cookbook today and it is SO MEAN to Moon

[sanctus-ingenium]

look at my creature

[suntails]

growing up!

[shotmrmiller]

doing everything within your power to not get into any more hand to hand practice with simon because he's very very rough with you during them. he doesn't care that he could easily snap you in half like a pencil, "ya oughta learn 'ow to take a man my size down f'good. always be prepared for the worst."

it's terrible. if it wasn't for the fact that you always see johnny limp away after his sparring session while shooting you a grin with pink teeth, you'd think simon has it out for you in particular.

except he doesn't. (or doesn't he?) all those finger shaped bruises on your flesh are all purely for his own benefit. seeing the mottled skin on your neck from where he held on a little too tight, your arms from where he pinned you in place at his utter mercy, the blotches on your legs, where his fingers dug into your inner thighs-

his eyes cross at the thought of eventually being able to leave those same bruises in the exact same spots but with his mouth instead. saliva pools in his mouth when he's got your face pressed firm into the mat, neck bared, a blank canvas for his lips, his teeth.

simon wonders if you'd be ticklish if he were to suckle an ugly bruise right over your racing pulse.

(starved to have you come in his mouth, his tongue flat on your pebbled clit, pulsating, as if it's got a heartbeat of its own.)

for now he watches you receive sympathy pats on your back as it's your turn again, swallowing thickly when he spots fresh bruises on your calves, close to your ankles.

art requires a certain cruelty.

[chloesimaginationthings]

The FNAF Glamrocks truly are popstars..

[humming-fly]

He was feeling left out

and the higher rez stills, since gifs always export as if you're sending messages through a metal can~

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

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