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[purpierock]

whats up fazgang

[if-you-mind]

hashtag slime convincing me to let him throw other slime in jail

[sparklerzii]

pride month stuff!!

i know it's july but i forgor to post this during pride month uhh

evan isn't here because uh he dosent want a relationship so erm

ignore any mistakes i was rushing again...

[nevvae]

Ambessa sex tent backshots!

ERM, hey fazgang have u ever wanted backshots with ambessa?? Me too! Enjoy!

Basically ambessa, um yk backshots in sex tent, choking in this (in headlock form) 😝

Smut under, minor no 😖!

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You grip her arm, nails digging into her bicep, hips bucking back to push the toy deeper into you. She flexes her arm, tightening it around your throat, a wolfish grin on her face as you grasp at her arm, gasping. "Be still." A command you can't help but try to fight, even as your mind screams for oxygen, the room spinning. It's only a moment before you're forced to be still, to let her hold you in place.

Her free hand slides down your stomach, between your thighs, the tips of her fingers stroking over the length of the toy, making you gasp again as she trails up to stroke your clit, pinching it in-between her fingers.

Her thrusts become harder, her hips snapping against you . She grins, panting softly. "You always take me so well," her voice a husky whisper, breath hot in your ear. You whine, biting your lip as you feel her thrust harder, the head of the toy brushing against that sensitive spot deep inside you, sending shivers down your spine, legs quivering as you release a soft, pleasure-filled moan.

Her arms bulge with effort as she holds you in place, choking out a grunt as you scratch at her arm. The muscles in her shoulders, neck, and back flex with every motion as her biceps clench. You can't break her grip. Ambessa's fucking you with powerful, relentless thrusts. The toy slides in and out of you with a lewd, wet sound.

"You like that?" She grunts against your neck, her powerful arms keeping you pinned. "You like being overpowered and used like a little toy?" You groan, scrambling for air, body burning with pleasure and aching with desire.

Her thrusts increase in speed and force, her breath hot against your neck, and you feel the head of the toy ram against your sweet spot.

You're close, so close. You try to cry out, but you're too breathless, body writhing, hips bucking. You feel yourself teetering on the edge, her strong arms enveloping you, her sultry voice caressing your ear, the toy filling you completely. It's too much.

Your mind blanks as a powerful orgasm rips through you, back arching, hips jerking, a strangled scream escaping your lips. She continues fucking you, drawing out the intense pleasure, until she, too, can't hold back any longer.

She comes with a grunt, hips rocking erratically against the base of the toy, her voice strained. "Fuck... " She groans, her breath hot and ragged, as her powerful frame shakes. She releases her grip, letting you fall to the carpeted floor, boneless and dazed, chest heaving.

She kneels over you, her breath ragged but content, a gentle smile gracing her face as she tenderly strokes your cheek, gazing down at you with affection. "You did well," she says, eyes half lidded. "As I expected."

Her face softens, and she leans forward, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Sleep well, little one." She stands, a mix of satisfaction swirling in her chest, as walks towards her desk.

You close your eyes, trying to catch your breath, mind still reeling. It's a while before you're able to move, but once you do, you stagger to your feet and get dressed, still sore but satisfied.

^ this is the aftercare btw 😝

[ferigrieving]

two feet to the left.

⊹ ࣪ dilute me, i tell them / make me easier to love.

a.n wrote this ages ago and then forgot about it my bad fazgang

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you had never really understood the term 'out of body experience'. how would you experience something if you weren't there? you couldn't even begin to fathom how that would work. you didn't bother trying to figure out the specifics.

but now, sitting cross legged across from your boyfriend, his hand on your thigh gently, you think you could begin to understand why people hated it so much. you felt like a spectator in your own body, watching yourself from two feet to the left.

raising your right hand, you tried wiggling your fingers. your father once told you if you were stuck in sleep paralysis, to begin by moving your toes. you watched as shinsou placed his hand to yours, intertwining his fingers with yours and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

he had voiced his qualms about wanting to figure out if he could use someone's quirk while they were brainwashed. you had wondered that sometimes, but were too embarrassed to ask him straightforwardly. you had volunteered yourself as some form of tribute, not knowing what you'd get yourself into.

"raise your right hand, love."

and you did. you watched yourself raise your right hand, your arm lifting up in the air before you lowered it again.

you felt yourself blink. you haven't given any mental command for you to do it. you felt like an automaton, watching as shinsou took notice of your movement. 

"hmm," he murmured, raising his own hand to caress your cheek. he brought his face closer to yours, his expression blank, save for his eyes that shone with curiosity and fascination. "say something."

a breath hitched in the back of your throat as you watched yourself open your mouth, your voice low.

"hey, shinsou," you spoke, your words feeling almost foreign in your mouth. it was as if you had no control over what you said. it was a strange sensation, not being able to move or speak freely.

but shinsou seemed pleased. his eyes widened in delight, and a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"oh, this is working," he said, his voice laced with excitement. "this is really working."

he took hold of your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. he looked at you with a mixture of awe and wonder, studying your expression intently.

"i never thought this would actually work," he murmured, his fingers tracing along the line of your jaw. "this is fascinating."

he paused for a moment, his gaze drifting to your lips before returning to your eyes. he appeared to be contemplating something.

"say something embarrassing," he instructed, his voice firm yet playful. there was a twinkle of mischief in his eyes as he looked at you.

you felt your jaw move automatically, the words spilling from your lips without your conscious thought.

"i love you," you said, your tone flat and emotionless. why did your mind choose that out of all things?

it was as though someone else was speaking through you, using your voice to express sentiments you weren't fully in control of. 

shinsou chuckled softly, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. he seemed pleased by your response, his hand moving from your chin to gently caress the back of your neck.

"that's not embarrassing," he said, his voice a low gravelly murmur. "say something more embarrassing. something that would make you squirm if you were in full control."

your mouth opened once again, moving entirely on its own accord. the words spilled out without your control.

"i really like it when you call me nicknames," you admitted, your voice deadpan and lacking any hint of embarrassment. "i find it really cute when you call me... darling."

shinsou raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider. he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying this experimentation. it was like he had his own telenovela, catered and played by the only actor in the world that mattered. 

"oh, do you now?" he teased, his fingers tracing patterns on the nape of your neck. "i never would have guessed that you enjoy being called darling. and i suppose you wouldn't mind when i call you baby or sweetheart as well?"

your mouth moved, without your consent, to answer him.

"i... i like those, too," you confessed, your voice betraying no hint of emotion. it was as if someone else was in control of your vocal chords, using them to speak against your will. 

shinsou hummed thoughtfully, seemingly satisfied with your compliance. he shifted closer to you on the bed, his leg bumping against yours. "hmm, i wonder what else i can make you do.”

he lifted a hand and trailed a finger along your bottom lip, his touch light and feathery. 

"smile for me," he commanded, his voice gentle yet commanding. 

you felt your lips curve upwards into a small smile against your will. it felt strange and involuntary, like your facial muscles were moving without your conscious thought. you hoped your smile looked nice. you dont remember if you brushed your teeth today.

shinsou chuckled once more, his eyes gleaming with amusement. he seemed to be deriving immense pleasure from this experiment. 

"that's quite an obedient little puppet i have here," he remarked, his tone playful and slightly teasing. "but i want to see more."

he paused for a moment, contemplating his next command.

“use your quirk.”

you felt a jolt of surprise course through you. this was something you hadn't considered. could you use your quirk while brainwashed? 

as soon as the thought crossed your mind, your body began to move, responding to the command.

telepathy.

your brain immediately flared up into activity, the familiar feeling of your quirk activating washing over you. your eyes widened inadvertently, surprise flashing across your face. 

it worked. despite being brainwashed, your quirk still responded to your will.

shinsou seemed taken aback by your sudden display of quirk usage. his fingers paused in their tracing, a look of intrigue crossing his face.

is this thing on?

shinsou's eyes widened slightly as he heard your voice in his mind. he had expected you to comply with his command, but he hadn't anticipated this. it was odd, like there was a little snail in his head telling him what to do.

how are you talking to me..? he asked mentally, a tinge of surprise in his tone.

you felt a pang of satisfaction at his reaction. it seemed that your quirk could somehow override the effects of his brainwashing, at least to some extent.

im using my quirk, you replied mentally, feeling a pang of excitement. it still works even when im brainwashed, apparently.

shinsou processed this information, a frown playing at the corners of his lips. he had assumed that your quirk would be suppressed while under his control. 

interesting, he thought back to you. thats useful to know, baby.

a moment of silence passed between the two of you, both of you contemplating the implications of this newfound knowledge. he wondered if this would work on people with physical quirks. could he make kirishima toughen up on command? or midoriya use air force ? would his quirk work on both tokoyami and dark shadow, or would he be free to do as he pleases?

the possibilities seemed endless, and shinsou's eyes glimmered with excitement at the thought of the potential applications.

he snapped out of his thoughts, looking back at you. he ran his fingers through your hair, seemingly contemplating something.

"this is real cool," he murmured, his tone thoughtful. "i never thought your quirk would still work while you're brainwashed."

he paused for a moment, his eyes fixated on yours as he continued to rake his fingers through your hair.

"i wonder what other things i can make you do while brainwashed," he said, his tone growing more mischievous. "do you think you're still capable of doing complex tasks? could you, perhaps, do my homework for me?"

seriously, love? you could make me do anything in the world, and you choose making me do your homework?

shinsou chuckled at your mental response, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. he leaned back, resting his weight on his hands as he regarded you with a playful glint in his eyes.

"maybe," he teased, his voice laced with amusement. "but wouldn't it be more fun if you had to do it, even if it's under my control? seeing you do my homework for me, all brainwashed and obedient..."

im gonna beat the shit out of you once your quirk wears off.

shinsou tilted his head back and laughed heartily at your mental threat. he enjoyed riling you up it seems. you wanted nothing more than to tackle the man and tickle him until he started crying. but that’d have to wait until later. 

"oh, i'm shaking in my boots," he replied sarcastically, his tone dripping with mock fear. "i'm so terrified of a brainwashed puppet like you, who can only do what i command. how menacing."

he reached out and gently poked your cheek, a teasing grin on his face.

"but seriously, i'm curious," he said, his tone growing more serious. "can you actually do my homework while you're brainwashed, or is it too complicated with your thought processes being hijacked?"

no clue. don't make me try it. i swear to god, ‘toshi.

shinsou chuckled again, finding your stubbornness both endearing and amusing. he raised an eyebrow in mock disappointment.

"aww, come on," he protested playfully. "i was so looking forward to having a brainwashed personal homework machine. you'd just sit there, all blank and obedient, and solve equations and write essays for me. it would be so convenient!"

he huffed out a sigh, feigning a pout.

"oh, well," he said, his tone melodramatic. "i guess i'll just have to do it myself. how tragic. how cruel of you to deny me the joy of having a brainwashed homework servant."

the effects of his quirk slowly wear off, like a snake shedding its skin. you could feel your mind slowly clearing and your thoughts becoming more coherent. it was as if a fog had lifted, freeing you from the haze of his control.

shinsou seemed to notice the change in you, his eyes studying your expression intently as you began snapping out of your brainwashed state. he observed the way your eyes became more focused and alert, losing their vacant quality. he could practically see the gears turning in your mind as you gradually regained control over your own body.

"well, that's interesting," he mused aloud, his eyes never leaving your face. "you snapped out of it sooner than i thought. i guess your quirk really does counteract mine to a degree."

before you could speak, he let out a sigh, his expression becoming apologetic.

"sorry if i pushed you too far," he said, his voice softer now. "i just got carried away with the whole experiment thing. i never expected your quirk to be able to overpower mine like that."

"its okay, love. i signed up for it. did you get the answers you wanted?" you murmured, stretching as if you had just woken up from a thousand year nap.

shinsou nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"yeah, i think i did," he replied, his tone thoughtful. "it was fascinating to see how your quirk interacted with mine. it really threw a wrench in my plans. but i guess that's just how you are. always keeping me on my toes."

he chuckled softly, his eyes filled with adoration.  "you're a bit of a wild card, darling.”

 "but i wouldn't have it any other way," he added, grinning lazily at you. "i like having someone unpredictable and feisty like you in my life. it keeps things interesting."

“that so?”

shinsou nodded vehemently, a spark of mischief dancing in his eyes. 

"absolutely," he said, his tone filled with conviction. "who wants a partner who's predictable and dull? you keep me on my toes, and that's exactly what i like about you. i'd be bored out of my mind if you were obedient and willing to do everything i ask."

“i literally was exactly that like a minute ago, love.”

shinsou rolled his eyes in mock frustration.

"oh, don't remind me," he muttered, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "you were so obedient and agreeable, it was like having a mindless puppet at my disposal. but now you're back to being your stubborn and defiant self, and i love it."

he looked at you with a smug grin, clearly enjoying the banter.

"in fact, i'd go as far as to say you're the least obedient partner i've ever had," he teased, his tone playful. "you always like to do things your own way, no matter what i say or do."

“...you’ve had other partners?” 

shinsou feigned surprise, raising an eyebrow. 

"jealous, darling?"

he chuckled softly, his gaze flickering over your face. 

"of course i've had other partners before," he admitted, his tone nonchalant. "i'm not exactly new to dating, you know. doesn't every teenager have relationships before they find they one?"

“you’re my first, ‘toshi.”

shinsou's expression softened at your revelation, his gaze growing gentle. he reached out and took your hand in his, gently intertwining his fingers with yours.

"really?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "i'm your first?"

"mhm. hope you're my last too. if you break up with me, ill cut your balls off."

shinsou's eyes widened almost comically, a mixture of shock and amusement flashing across his face. he chuckled softly, a hand instinctively moving to protect his nether regions.

"darling, that's a pretty harsh consequence for breaking up," he replied, his tone filled with mock concern. "are you really prepared to go to such lengths to keep me around?"

you nodded, rolling over on the bed and splaying yourself out. “mhm. love you.”

shinsou's expression softened, a warm smile spreading across his face. 

"i love you too, darling," he replied, his voice laced with affection. "but i hope you won't actually cut off my balls if we ever break up. i'd like to keep them where they are, thank you very much."

he chuckled softly, reaching out to tousle your hair playfully. "but i don't plan on breaking up with you anytime soon. you're stuck with me, whether you like it or not."

shinsou moved closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you onto his lap. he rested his chin on your shoulder, nuzzling his face against your neck.

"and i intend to keep you close for a very, very long time," he murmured, his voice low and affectionate.

[if-you-heart]

okay so like in me and my fazgang’s interpretation of hms, Heart is an absolute menace and there’s so much that I could share about it because I find it so funny. they’re just stupid siblings (when they’re both experiencing the horrors, of course!).

he grabs Soul by one or two of his horns and holds him like a spring catch. Heart and his big fish he’s very proud of catching. he’s got that fisherman smile when he’s caught Soul. he’s also attempted to steer Soul around like a bull at least once (only for Soul to start wiggling violently).

most of his terrorising is playfully directed towards Soul because it usually ends up in girlfights with Mind. they’re vicious! godzilla vs kong type behaviour!! their catfights would do numbers on the early days of YouTube!

he’s also inspired by cockatoos so… that alone should say a lot about him. he screams when he’s bored. or he sings just to be annoying. I’m realll fond of him. I should post about him more often

[callmedylan]

FAZGANG AU ART + AU facts

Context: Ness has to do a late shift and had just finished watching a horror movie where a late night worker gets killed so now he’s having Cory drive him to work instead of walking (it’s like 12 am and ness’s car is in the shop getting fixed)

He doesn’t want to call Mike cause I he doesn’t wanna wake Abby

Cory’s only slightly (very) annoyed.

fun fact about the AU I don’t think I mentioned!:

ness and Mike are dating

max and Vanessa are dating.

anyways, I’m back from my thousand year slumber (I forgot I had a tumblr)

[itsscromp]

FNAF animatronics x reader

Did I go see the FNAF movie earlier today... yes. Am i going to write something about it, Hell yes !!! I may be open to writing for the fazgang maybe in the near future but this is just something for me to branch out and get out of my comfort zone. But anyways, Enjoy. Word count:815

One of the many things that clears your head after a day at school is riding your bike around town. It was the major thing that helped calm you down and clear your head. You usually take the same path every time, But today for some reason you decided to mix it up and went down a different road.

Upon riding down the unfamiliar area, You stumbled upon a building that looked abandoned for a long time. It looked like an attraction from back in the day. Under the name of 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria' and the mascot caught your attention.

You wanted to continue on your ride through the area but a part of your head wanted to know if there was anything inside, and why it had been abandoned for so long. The many questions in your mind and there was only one way to satisfy it. So you pedalled around the pizzeria and then found a potential opening at the back.

Parking your bike, You then jimmied the wooden panel and got it open, leading you inside a vent shaft. Pulling out your phone flashlight, you crawled inside and then kicked the vent off. Stumbling inside into what you'd expected. a restaurant and arcade, Still somewhat intact, despite the dust of course.

Continuing to explore the place, you then saw red curtains, A stage ??

"What do you have in the back of their ??' You said to yourself as you went to the one on the left and peeled open the curtain, Jumping when you saw what looked like an animatronic of a fox... wearing an eye patch ?? It didn't look in too good of shape too, seeing the holes on the skin.

"How long have you been here ??" You turned to the other stage peeling back the curtains and saw a bunny, a chicken and bear animatronics too, they weren't in too bad of damage like the fox, but they looked like they did need some TLC.

"Why didn't they take you guys, they could've helped you find a new home..." You closed the curtains as you backed away, having enough of your adventure.

But as you began to walk away, you heard a child's laughter. Now you were starting to get spooked out.

"Who's there ??" You called out.

But before you could react, the place sprung to life as the lights and sounds then shimmered and blared, You then noticed the curtains being pulled back as the animatronics started to dance and sing 'Talking in your Sleep' you were completely mesmerised by what was happening, you froze and watched.

You then found yourself tapping your feet to the beat of the song and then began to lightly dance, this was pretty fun.

Once the song was over, you couldn't help but smile at them.

"That was fantastic guys" You said to them as you picked up your backpack and began to walk out, But you were stopped again once you heard heavy thumping. Turned to see the animatronics moving of their own free will. Was this apart of the show ?? Nevertheless, they walked up to you and just looked down at you, Holy cow they were tall. Your anxiety slowly rose when they circled around you. they reached out their hands to you. But what you didn't expect was they started to tickle you.

"Guys... Stohohohohohop" You giggled as you squirmed around.

Your laughs grew and grew until it started to echo throughout the entire pizzeria. The animatronics had their mouths open, Maybe in a way to show you they were happy ??. That someone has finally interacted with them for so long.

They let you go as you smiled up at them, Whatever was going on. You were pretty happy you did interact with them. The fox gently took your hand and brought you over to a nearby poster and pointed at it with its hook. Showing you a poster with each of them, showing their respective names. The pirate fox is named Foxy. Bonnie is the bunny, Chica is the chicken and the leader Freddy Fazbear.

"It's nice to meet you all" You turned back to the others who had their mouths open, smiling again.

You heard your phone go off as your mom texted you to come back home. oh man.

"I gotta go now..."

They started to look sad, they were sad that you had to go.

"I'll.. I'll come back tomorrow ??' You suggested to them and they perked up, mouths opening again. yaaaaaayyyy !!!!

Foxy then wrapped his arms around you, gently hugging you as you hugged him back gently. Being mindful of the parts and everything, You gave the others a hug as well before waving goodbye to them and crawling back through the vent. You were excited to see them again the next day. They were pretty fun.

Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board @gooptoshi

[tanu-da-tanuki]

the only thing the FAZGANG ever seems to beat consistently is sun

[juneberrie]

things i liked about the fnaf movie!!!!

josh hutcherson!!!! bf!!! babygirl!!!

cupcake biting everyone in SIGHT while chica stands there like a proud mother

foxy's dudumdumdudnduddum thingy

mike schmidt

bonnie's little thumbs up after he falls 😕👍

silly willy afton doing the scream knife clean swipe thingy

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDYYYYYSSSS IS THIS WHERE U WANNA BE??? I JUST DON'T GET IT WHY WOULD YOU WANNA STAY FIVE NIGHTS AT FRE

the fuckin lawyer dude looking like he regrets his life choices during every scene he was in

the night guard 🤗 he was kinda hot ngl

"i... always come back" and then he fucking dies <3

balloon boy just showing up randomly?? hello???

the missing children being silly

FRITZ CROSBY (foxy) BEING THE SILLIEST EVER

susie (chica) literally just being there. icon

the springlock scene!!! she spring on my suit till i lock

things i didn't like about the fnaf movie (not in like an EW BOOO TOMATO TOMATO way more like a oh... way 😕)

chica was in the kitchen and she never said "pizza" in her little voice :(

freddy's ghost child possessor thing being blonde??? and bonnie not being the blonde one??? in my opinion (im gonna make this short because i could talk forever about the kids) freddy is brunette and bonnie is blonde!!!

vanessa.... afton ....... loud incorrect buzzer sound

"together... we are fnaf!!!!" "lets do this fazgang!" "friends never abandon friends.." "its fazzin' time!" "maybe the real fnaf was the friends we made along the way" "he's RIGHT behind me isnt he 😨" made NO appearance and im insulted

markiplier should've been in there somewhere.

abby's hair what the fuck was that

THERE WAS ONLY ONE (1) FNAF SONG???? they should've put more :(

the freaky ass torture machine.... sorry that shit scared the things out of me

[hyper-jam]

Max (FNAF movie) headcanons cause I need to expand my content to the rest of the fazgang

She’s not dead cause I say so she’s literally just a babysitter and she’s cool

-her full name is Maxine but only her family calls her that

-her parents and Mike+Abby’s parents were friends, that’s how they know each other and why she’s so willing to help out with little to no pay

-her and Abby have a sort of sisterly relationship, since she’s been babysitting her for so long

-she’s younger than Mike, probs like 19-26 idk lol

-her and Mike on the other hand, aren’t very close. She’d like to be closer with him, but him just being the generally antisocial guy he is, they haven’t really gotten to know each other. They both still care about each other, and Mike is super grateful for her, but they’re really just not that close (certainly at least not until the whole fazgang gets closer and actually becomes the fazgang)

-bisexual she/they absolutely

-May or may not have a crush on Mike, I have not decided, but she was definitely giving some of that energy in the movie imo

-is generally a very sweet person. In my headcanons, she either never did the stuff with Aunt Jane, or she got roped into it some how. She would never in a million years wanna hurt Mike and Abby like that

-favorite animatronic is Foxy

-does a lot of extra little things for Mike while she babysits Abby. Cleaning around the house, buying them food, etc. she does it purely out of her own will and care for them, but it does make Mike feel even guiltier about not being able to pay her properly

-has a job other than babysitting. Idk what it is but she has it

-loves Halloween, and The Nightmare Before Christmas

-has probably worked at Hot Topic

-likes to draw, but is the “draws realistic things around her and random people” kind of artist

-Neurotypical probably (SHOCKER I KNOW I DONT KNOW HOW TO WRITE NT CHARACTERS ANYWAYS SO I MIGHT TAKE IT BACK) I think she gets along with neurodivergent people well though, she just doesn’t get them on that level lmao

-says she likes cats and dogs equally but she’s actually a cat person

-loves drawing and doing crafts with Abby. They make the fazgang friendship bracelets

-hopeless romantic. Writes in a diary, stares at the ceiling while daydreaming, internally becomes a mess any time she has a crush. She’s a sweetheart

-listens to all Abby’s school drama but reacts to it drastically differently than Abby 😭😭😭 poor Max just tries to give her genuine advice and Abby is chaotic and doesn’t really care

Ok I’m out for now but yeah she’s cool

[tornrose24]

Some Vanessa reflections from the movie–

-Rewatch some scenes of Five Nights at Freddy's and noticed that audio of kids laughing and screaming are heard when Vanessa looks at the drawings and some point after she reveals the identity of the killer. I think Vanessa might have actually seen the kids getting killed if that's what the audio implied. She's seen her father's work firsthand.

-I also caught that while Mike thinks the vandals were innocent people, she replies that 'They weren't innocent.' I don't know if she knew for sure what the vandals were up to, but she was clearly siding with the fazgang on taking them out.

-Pretty sure the anamatronics were Vanessa's only real friends throughout her life, which is bittersweet and a bit messed up when you think about it (seeing as they are all victims under her father).

-Mike is hoping that Abby and him will see Vanessa when she wakes up from her coma... and I have a feeling that it might not be the way he'd hoped, given how the other games have played out and what roles they could fulfill.

-Stupid side note–in those behind the scenes videos with the youtubers, there was a human robot in parts and services that doesn't fully appear in the film. I know some anamatronics were from the JH studio, but I was convinced Vanessa would be a robot, like Charlie from the SIlver Eyes trilogy. And that would honestly make so much sense if she was meant to replace Elizabeth.

-Of course the above goes against the hospital scene.

-I admit, when Afton stabbed Vanessa, I saw where he stabbed her. A part of me couldn't help but think "Well, I think you just reduced your chances of being 'Grandpa Afton'" later on, though I doubt Vanessa wants to be a mom to begin with. (Same with Mike–he's already busy raising his sister and I highly doubt he would want to be a dad).

-I'm curious to know if Vanessa is meant to be Elizabeth's twin sister, assuming that the other Afton children are canon to the films.

-Furthermore, I'm curious to know who the heck was crazy enough to marry William Afton or at least have a kid with him.

[nightgarla]

old yansim redesigns dump cuz i realized i never posted themm !!!!!! i have a wip for the 2 remaining rivals that i tolerate (osoro and asu) but idk if ill finish them

some info on them thats been rotting in my notes app for months under the cut cuz i refuse to let it go to waste \v_v/

Ayano (she/her): i didnt write a lot about her but shes more chill than canon ayano (bc i dont like the yandere trope >:[ ) shes agender and pansexual, east asian, 16 and in class 10b

Taro (he/him): hes new in town and resently transferred to the all girls school the rest of the fazgang go to with his little sister oka :3 hes transmasc and pansexual, blasian, 17 and a year above ayano in 11a

Osana (she/her): neighbors w taro and oka and has known them since they were born basically. people assume she likes him but she sees him as a brother. shes transfem and her sexuality is unlabeled, shes afrolatina and shes also 17 in 11a

Raibaru (she/they): shes a year younger than osana and is deeply in love with her, sticking to her like glue. shes shy but still very friendly with everyone. theyre a demigirl and a lesbian, east wasian, 16 and in 10b w ayano

Kokona (she/her): she has a huge crush on taro but shes kinda mean with it, she only rly hangs out with saki (her platonic gf) and does not like osana like at all. shes cis and bisexual, west wasian, 16 and in 10b.

saki (he/she/they): sakis just chill w everyone, theyve been friends w kokona since kindergarten. Hes nonbinary and aroace, south asian, and is also 16 and in 10b

Oka (they/them): theyre taros younger sister, literally oka and hanako merged together. theyre also not a rival bc thats weird!!!! anyway theyre a nonbinary lesbian, blasian, 16 and in 10b

Amai (she/he): coolest guy in school tbh. she does not like either kokona or osana bc she thinks theyre mean, but she does hang out with taro and is very close w oka :3 hes genderfluid and bisexual, east wasian, 17 and in 11b

Honestly could go on and on my notes r very long but this post is already too long ssooo

(The rewrite im p sure is set in like a fake japan/america mix county a la the baymax movie which is why no one has any specific nationalities)

[ferigrieving]

cardinal sin.

⊹ ࣪our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.

a.n if you're re-reading this i switched chapter one and two around my bad fazgang

⤷ masterlist ; requests open ; 3.3k ; i. envy; iii. gluttony

dawn breaks gently, casting a warm glow through the curtains, as touya lies beside you, mesmerized by your peaceful slumber. the soft light of dawn paints your features in shades of gold and rose, creating a scene of quiet beauty that he wishes he could capture forever. his heart aches with a love he cannot express, a longing that fills the space between you. 

as he traces your features with his gaze, committing them to memory, he feels the weight of his desire—a yearning to keep this moment, to hold you close and never let go.  in these moments, he allows himself to forget the world outside, to revel in the stillness of the room and the quiet bond between you. 

and touya is convinced that here, laying across from you in the early hours of the morning, is the closest he’ll ever get to knowing what heaven is like.

he loves you. he can never say it, he can never show it, but it’s there – and there it will stay. it’s a blessing and a curse, the love he feels for you. he loves the way your face looks when you’re asleep. soft, and sweet. no trace of the anger that you show when awake, the despair and distress that plague your every waking moment.

the early morning sun filters through the curtains, bathing you in it’s soft golden glow.  and he cant help but stare at your face, trying to drink in the details. touya is a greedy, greedy man, and you’re just the fix he needs.

his fingers ghost over the slope of your jaw, tracing the sharp contours of your chin, of your nose, of your cheek bones. his eyes rake over you hungrily, greedily, trying to commit every last detail of you to memory. your parted lips, the faint freckles dusting your skin, the dark circles rimming your eyes.

he cant help but look at you in awe, the faint pinks and purples of the sunrise blending together on your face — all messy hair, smeared makeup, and rumpled pyjamas. he feels his fingers twitch.

touya wants you all to himself. he wants to keep you close, to bottle this moment and keep it forever. ingrain this picture of you, asleep beside him onto the backs of his eyelids, so he can relive it as much as he wants. 

and he cant help but think, 

mine, mine, mine. 

but you aren’t his. you never have been, and you never will be. so, he does the only thing he can do. he reaches out, and carefully brushes a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, his touch as tender and as light as a butterfly’s wing. touya wants nothing more than to kiss you, feel the warmth of your lips against his, to taste the faint remains of chapstick from last night, memorise every ridge and bump as if he were a blind man.

you stir in your sleep, and for a moment touya worries that you’ll wake. but you don’t. instead, your hand moves in search of him, blindly reaching out into the dark.

touya’s heart is in his throat, pounding a steady rhythm against his adam’s apple as you make contact with his stomach. without thinking, your hand grabs at his hip, fingers curling into a loose grip. you murmur something indecipherable, brows scrunching up and in that moment touya wanted nothing more than to reach out and smooth it back to how it should be.

he can smell the faint scent of smoke and alcohol lingering on your skin. it’s faint, but it still pisses him off. he doesn’t like it when you go out, doesn’t like the way you come back smelling like the bar and the strangers you danced with. you’re always loud and clingy when you’re drunk, and it’s all he can do to keep you away for the night.

and when you come home, stumbling into the apartment, your eyes half-lidded and a sloppy smile on your face, his blood boils. every drunken word you pour into his ear is like a sharp knife in his heart. 

”i love you.” you say, your eyes watery with drunken tears.

‘i love you too’ he says back, hours later when you’re fast asleep.

it’s a cardinal sin, a death sentence. 

he knows this. he knows it better than anyone.

‘thou shalt not lie with mankind, as with womankind: it is abomination.’

it is abomination. 

he is an abomination.

and yet, he still lets you crawl into his bed, like every other weekend like clockwork. you always cling to him, smelling of alcohol and cheap cologne. sometimes you smell like cigarettes too, the cheap ones he steals from the lawsons down the street, your hair clinging to his face as you bury yours into his chest. 

he thinks of the bible — of the burning fires of hell and the eternal damnation that awaits those who fall. of the seven deadly sins and the cardinal, irreversible wrongs that they bring.

but even with the threat of death, he cannot pull away from you. it’s like a sickness, an addiction. he can no more abstain from you than he can from breathing air or drinking water.

you’re an apple, and he is no better than eve.

touya’s not so sure when he started to fall. it was gradual, slow at first. a slow burn that eventually consumed him whole. every touch, every word, every smile from you had his heart aching, his bones aching to just give into the temptation, the forbidden sin.

he can’t get enough of you. the sound of your voice, the curve of your hips, the way you laugh when he whispers in your ear. the heat of your skin against his, how your hands feel in his hair, the soft moans you make when he brings his lips to your neck — 

and like all his other vices, touya cannot pull himself away.

but for a while, it’s enough. laying with you like this, listening to your soft little breaths and pretending, just for a moment, that this is all real. his eyes flutter closed as he pulls you impossibly close, wrapping you in all of him, and letting the warmth of your body sooth him like a lullaby.

time loses meaning here, in this moment. it’s just you, him, and the early morning light filtering through the window. he can hear your heart beating in tandem with his, the steady thump-thump against his chest like a reassurance. 

he looks down at you, and the tightness in his chest that always comes whenever he is around you only grows worse, its hands wrapping around his neck and squeezing.

and when you stir in your sleep, your hand finding his under the covers, touya can’t help but think, with a sickening sense of irony, that the devil was once an angel too.

even now, he wants to pull the covers over your heads and stay there forever, to live in a little fantasy of his own creation. it isn’t fair, he thinks. how can something that feels so sinful feel so good? 

he will have to wake soon, and so will you, and then he will have to watch you pull away from him. have to listen to you pretend it never happened, watch you go about his day like you didnt just ruin his. like he was just an afterthought, when to him, you were everything he ever thought of.

he can’t ask you to stay, because that would mean baring his heart in a way he’s not ready for. all that’s left for him is to pretend. pretend that he doesn’t care about you, that he’s unaffected by the way you laugh or the way you look at him like he’s worth something. pretend that he doesn’t want more, when the truth is, he wants everything that you are and then some.

you stretch in your sleep, mumbling under your breath, and he almost loses to the greed. in the pale morning light pouring through the curtains, you look ethereal, like something from a dream. 

mine, he thinks again.

always, and forever.

“...touya?”

you murmur his name in that soft, sleep-heavy voice of yours, like a prayer.

he doesn’t realise you’ve awoken until you utter his name. touya stills, his hand frozen in your hair, and looks down at your face. your eyes are still half-lidded and bleary with sleep, and you reach a hand out, running your fingers through the dark locks of his hair. 

he thinks he can almost hear the angel perched on his shoulder, whispering warnings of the divine fire that will burn his soul in damnation.

but the devil perched beside it only laughs and laughs, watching as he lets you pull yourself in closer, until you’re nestled safely against his chest, where you were always meant to be.

your fingers are warm against the bare flesh of his chest, tracing the large burns that run up and down his body like lines of scripture. he shivers under your touch, and suddenly it’s hard to breathe, your scent filling his nose and mind, intoxicating him like a fine wine.

he wants to pin you down, to hold you with all of him, and make you say his name like a prayer — whisper sweet, sinful benedictions that only the devil himself would know, and make you his for all eternity.

but he cant.

and just like that, he is reminded of the sin he is committing. for a moment, the fire in his lungs extinguishes itself, and a bitter sort of clarity washes through him. 

touya can count three.

one in sleeping with you.

another in falling in love with you.

and a third, in hoping you could love him back.

it’s laughable, really. he’s a villain, with a body full of scars and a heart full of malice. his hands are stained with the blood of a thousand sins, and no amount of penance or prayer can ever wash them free of it. 

and yet the biggest sin of all is right in his arms—the sin of sleeping with man.

but you’re still pressed into his skin, blissfully ignorant of the fire you spark in his chest. your mouth is against his collarbone, warm and soft, and he has to bite his tongue hard enough to draw blood to stop from making a sound.

“–what do you want to do today?”

touya almost laughs at the question.

he’s thought about this countless times, the two of you sharing a lazy day off. getting up late, ordering in for dinner. laying in bed the entire day and not having to get up until tomorrow. 

he looks down at you, watching your hair spill over your shoulders like spilled ink. for a brief moment, he imagines a domestic life with you— waking up every morning to see your face, coming home from a long shift to find you waiting for him. eating dinner with you, and watching a movie only to fall asleep on the couch, tangled up in each others arms.

it’s a fantasy, nothing more. the only reason he’s lying in bed next to you right now is because you were drunk last night and too tired to make it to your own apartment. an occurrence that seems to happen every night, and every night after that.

he smiles, bittersweet. “whatever you want to do.”

you hum under your breath as you think, your hand idly tracing the lines of the scars on his chest. touya stiffens in spite of himself, heat flushing through his body like a wave. 

he’s always been sensitive about them, not just because of the memories they hold, but also because they’re a reminder of what he lost— his childhood, his innocence, his sanity. 

and yet, your touch is light and tender, your fingers tracing the lines with a sort of worship he’s never felt from anyone before.

it’s like you’re memorising them, mapping out the ridges and valleys of his broken skin. touya can feel his heart picking up pace, a lump forming in his throat like a rock. 

you don’t treat his scars as a flaw; or something to be looked at with horror. no, the look in your eyes isn’t one of disgust or fear. it’s something else entirely, a sort of aching tenderness.

it feels like you’re hitting him in the head with a rock, again, and again, until his brain is spilled onto the floor, and his heart stops beating.

why? he wants to ask. why are you looking at him like that? why aren’t you running away and screaming like everyone else has done? why do you touch him like he’s made of glass, like he’s something fragile, something to be loved? 

he swallows, and closes his eyes, hoping to keep himself together.

“lets watch a movie.”

he almost laughs again. movies. it’s such a normal thing to do on a day off, like the two of you are a normal, healthy couple, instead of a villain and his drunken roommate who happens to share a bed. and an apartment, it seems. he should ask you to move in soon. it’d do you both a favour.

“what do you feel like watching?” he hums, calloused fingers feather light against your skin.

“i want to go out and watch a movie.” you mumble, voice groggy from disuse. “a real movie, in a real theater.”

touya wanted to laugh in your face. a real movie in a real theater? god, you were just asking for it.

“and you remember everything that happened the last time we went out, right?”

“...no?

he sighs, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. of course you dont remember. last time you went out, you’d managed to get smashed and dance in just about every club in a three block radius. touya had finally found you, making out with half a stranger in the corner of some seedy dive bar.

the memory fills him with a sort of bitter resentment. how many drunken kisses had you given the strangers of that club? how many times had you been held like that, touched and grabbed like you were something to be passed around? 

he’d wanted to kill those people. he’d wanted to kill you.

“i don’t let you out like that anymore unless you’re sober.” he says, his tone harsh. “you’re a pain in the ass to deal with when you're drunk.”

“i am?” your tone confuses him. he cant tell if you were being genuine, or if his mind chose not to pick up on the lie. he doesnt want to know.

his jaw clenches. even now, you’re too clingy and too sweet. you’re always loud and always touchy, and the alcohol only makes it worse. you’re always like a clingy, drunken limpet, hanging onto his arm like you’ll die without his touch. 

“yes, you are. you’re a pain in the ass.” he snaps. “you get too loud, too clingy, and it’s like dealing with a goddamn puppy.”

“oh im,” the frown on your face made him want to throw up. “–im sorry.”

he almost laughs at the apology. a sorry from you at this point is about as good as nothing. he’s seen this routine over and over again— you go out to a nightclub, get wasted, get clingy and then come home reeking of alcohol and cologne. 

then, you give him a sheepish little smile, apologise, and go right back to doing the same thing the very next week.

he almost rolls his eyes at the thought. it’s like you don’t understand— if you apologise, then he should forgive you. thats how it goes. but what is forgiveness, when you never learn your lesson?

“i don’t forgive you.” he says, his voice cold. “i’m sick of your bullshit apologies. if you’re really sorry, then stop going out like you are now.”

he isn’t angry with you, per se. he’s angry with everyone else. he’s angry with the people in the club who touch you like you’re theirs, who look at you like you’re something for sale. he thinks of your body, how it’s right here, right now, pressed up against him. something that those people will never get to experience like he ever will.

and yet, it’s them who gets to feel you like this, as if you’re not already his.

touya wants to burn the entire world down. the clubs, the strangers who touch you and leave their grime and their stench on your skin, the people who even so much as look at you.

his skin feels too tight, his entire body taut with energy, like a live wire ready to snap at a moment’s notice. the feeling is all-consuming, destroying, making all his thoughts burn to cinders with a possessive, selfish fire.

it makes his chest burn, a sour, bitter anger like bile. he wants to be the only one to touch and hold you like that. he wants to listen to you sigh and shiver under his touch, to be the only one to hear the soft noises you make when he kisses you, when he runs his rough, calloused hands across the expanse of your body.

those assholes don’t deserve to be near you, even less to touch you. you’re his. you belong with him.

“thats– thats okay. if you dont forgive me.” your skin feels like on fire, and you wanted nothing more than to throw off the sheets and walk off. but you couldnt do that. not to touya, and not to yourself. “just know im still sorry.”

wrong answer.

“i don’t forgive you,” he repeats, and his voice comes out cold. “but you don’t get it, do you? you say ‘sorry’, like that somehow fixes everything, but what difference does it make if you’re just going to go out and do the same thing all over again?”

his jaw clenches. you’re too sweet, too gentle, and too damn naive. you trust people too easily, open up to them far too quickly, share your body too happily.

it makes him sick. it makes his skin burn hotter than the flames in his veins, anger and some other twisted thing coiling inside him.

 "its.. its just hard, touya." you confess, biting the inside of your mouth. you didnt know how to explain to him your thought process. and to be honest, you couldnt explain it to yourself either.

he almost laughs at the answer. 

“don’t tell me it’s ‘hard’,” he snaps. “you go out there and open your legs for anyone who gives you the time of day, then come home and expect me to clean up the mess. don’t give me that bullshit, ‘it’s just hard’.”

the words are harsh— harsher than he intends them to be. but he can’t bring himself to feel bad— what is he supposed to feel, besides anger and frustration? there is a bitterness in him, burning hotter than the fire in his veins, consuming him like a flame. 

“do you feel loved, touya?”

do i feel loved?

he almost laughs. love. as if a villain like him would ever be lucky enough to know the taste of such an emotion. love was a thing of light, of hope, and for someone who had neither, it was a foreign idea entirely.

his family did not love him. he was not born out of love, nor did he ever feel it in the years after that. his father was abusive, and his mother was absent. his siblings don't respect him, and he never had any friends.

“why would that even matter?” he spits, his voice harsh. “that has nothing to do with you going out.”

“we both know we aren't loved, touya.” you mumbled, voice cracking as you shut your eyes. “our parents didn't love us, our siblings didn't love us, and we had no friends. your coping mechanism is killing people, but you have a problem with me sucking people off every day?”

he almost laughs. the comparison is cruel— and it’s also true. he wants to argue, wants to say it’s different, but he can’t.

so he bites his tongue and stays silent, staring at the ceiling instead.

“its not love. i know that. but for a moments, it feels like it. when im in bed with someone, im needed, for even just a moment. even if im just a hole to them, at least im something.”

it’s like someone’s punched him, driving the air from his lungs. it’s too much, hearing you talk like that— like you’re something to be passed around and used, something to be tossed away when you’re no longer needed.

“and what?” his voice comes out strangled. “i’m not enough, when you’re with me?”

“you are. you’re more than enough. and thats exactly the problem.”

he almost laughs at that. more than enough— a phrase he’s never heard before, a thought he’s never even dared to think.

he closes his eyes. suddenly, he feels so stupid that it hurts. 

no one’s ever needed him before, not like that. no one’s ever even wanted him, much less needed. he’s never been a first choice, or someone to lean on, or to care about. no one has ever even thought about holding him.

“so i’m enough,” he says, voice wavering “but you still want something more.”

it’s a bitter realization, a harsh truth that hits like a fist. more than enough— and yet still not enough. not enough to keep you from wanting to go out and get touched and held by strangers.

he swallows, the lump in his throat feeling like something he can’t swallow. 

“so what do you want, then?” o lord, hear our prayer. “what the hell do you want?”

“you, my love.” listen to my cry for mercy. “i want you.”

touya would go to church this sunday.

he’d probably make a poor churchgoer, a man used to sin and violence and death, with more blood on his hands than he can count. but still, he’d try. he’d sit in the pew and pray for you, pray that god would forgive him for what he has done, and what he will continue to do.

he doesn’t deserve you, and he knows it. he’s never been a religious man, but if there is a god, he’s going to beg on his hands and knees, plead on his knees for a chance. 

just a chance to make you his.

he can picture it perfectly— the rows and rows of pews, the arched ceiling, the high windows stained with colorful glass. the crucifix at the front of the church, and the priest droning out the rites in a solemn, monotone voice.

touya would sit there and listen to the sermon, and he would pray to a god he doesn’t even believe in just for the slim chance that it would work. because all he wants is you, more than he’s ever wanted anything in his life.

he pictures himself kneeling in prayer, his palms pressed together like a sinner begging for forgiveness. he sees himself making the sign of the cross, fingers reaching up to touch his forehead, his chest and his shoulders. 

it’s a desperate prayer, a futile prayer. but he’d pray to a god he doesn’t even know if he believes in, offering up whatever he can— whatever he has— just for the chance to win you over. 

“you want… me?”

“you’re so fucking stupid, touya.”

your lips were soft. softer than he had ever imagined. they were sweet, and if he really concentrated, he could taste your strawberry chapstick. 

he’s too stunned to react at first, frozen in place by the shock of your kiss. 

and then his brain catches up, and then and only then, does he finally kiss you back, kissing you with a bruising force, as if he’s trying to pour every emotion into you. 

he knows he’s an idiot. a complete and utter fool, to have not seen how much you wanted him. and yet, here you are. wanting him. needing him. loving him.

touyas never felt like this before, so overwhelmed with desire and want. no other touch has ever felt the way yours does. when you press against him like this, your body so small and pliant and willing, it makes him feel like he’s burning up from the inside. 

he kisses you again, and again, and again.

he wants nothing more than to worship you like a saint. he wants to fall to his knees and beg for you like a man possessed, desperate for the feel of your skin and the taste of your mouth, for the touch of your hands and the sound of your voice saying his name.

there’s something sacrilegious in the way he wants you, he’ll fucking pray to you on his hands and knees if you only asked him, for just a hint of you. a single word, a touch, anything. he’ll go down on his knees, begging and pleading, if it means he’ll get to hear you say his name. 

he’s a sinner, through and through, but you make him want a touch of divinity. there is something wrong in the way he craves you, in the way he wants you, something dirty and unholy and wrong, but he’s too far gone to care.

once upon a time, touya didn’t know god. 

he didn’t believe in a higher power, didn’t believe in anything beyond the physical world. there was no room for something as soft and ephemeral as faith in his heart. 

but now he knows. he knows what it’s like to believe in something bigger than oneself, to believe in things he can’t see or touch or feel. he’s found a god in you. you are his higher power, his reason for living, the one thing he’ll worship above all else.

he’ll pray at your altar until his knees bruise, beg and plead and worship until he’s hoarse. he’ll kneel at your feet and praise you, a thousand praises and compliments and prayers, as many as you’ll allow. 

he knows your touch is a miracle, an act of god, because no one else has ever made him feel this alive.

[random-fnaf-headcanons]

The og Fazgang’s emotions are domino effected.

If one of them is sad, they’re all gonna be sad.

If one of them cries, they’re all gonna cry.

If one of them gets pissed, they’re all gonna get pissed.

And the only way to stop the emotional domino effect, is to cheer up the one who started it.

[if-you-heart]

Hold up

Imagine HMS but they’re in high school, how tf would they even act

this is such a stupid idea but I wanna see the goobsters in ‘that one phase’ of their life

it’s so funny you say this, me and fazgang have actually pondered this idea with our interpretation. and let me tell you. it is dastardly. they all suck. the only one who isn’t dressed emo is mind and that’s because he looks like that one baby spongebob image with the glasses. LMFAO