#foxyheads

[the-acid-pear]

I literally could never play FNAF 4 because I'm scared of the phantoms but bc I'd also get so horny every time I got the Springtrap jumpscare my heart would give up so fast.

[mechanicaldance]

A hand reached over to gently pet Michael’s soft hair and soon just brought him in close in an embrace. She made no move to do anything else except the small affectionate gesture with her son. Though with how soft his hair was, she ended up playing with it. just a little bit.

@foxyheads

[bullybon-a]

       ⇨  @foxyheads​ 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢!

        tyler was drawn over due to the sounds of something going on. oh, something was definitely getting destroyed over here. the blonde headed over to get a closer look, his curiosity quite piqued as he headed down the street, fully ignoring any warning signs that he might be going towards trouble. trouble was the kind of thing that screamed tyler’s name -- what else coud people expect from him? quite the opposite of what you would expect from such a strict mother, sure, but tyler was fully aware that he was one of those delinquents that mothers gossiped to one another about while watching their kids play in the street. one of the others was -- 

       “ michael! “ tyler offered a greeting, happy that he had wandered into the good trouble. not that he minded the bad kind -- but this was the kinda trouble he could add onto! make a real cataclysm out of things that could’ve just been a small annoyance if he did not fan the flames. “ what’cha doing? you better let me help. “ a hand goes into his pocket, fully prepared to take out his lighter and make this a whole lot worse. 

[partylost]

     he hates it. he hates how often people take what he says as the over-exaggeration only a child could come up with. evan knows what he saw, knows that someone hurt charlie really badly -- that he had to tell someone who did it. ever since that day, ever since he had looked outside of that window, saw charlie outside -- and saw the person behind her, he had been terrified. days were fights for his life, nights were battles against constant nightmares, a rabbit just around the corner waiting for him. he could hear him breathing sometimes, breathing as he held his door closed, trying in vain to keep the terror just beyond it at bay. 

      even now, evan doesn’t fully grasp how serious of an accusation this is -- in all truth, telling one’s brother that their father murdered one of his best friends must seem outrageous from anyone else’s perspective. but to him -- this is a cry for help. he can’t keep all of this fear inside forever, no amount of tears can get rid of what he saw. he doesn’t know what else to do, if this keeps up then he’s sure he will die -- and there will be nothing anyone can do to prevent it. but .. this irrational fear of a rabbit, it’s been replaced with something infinitely worse. something that someone might actually believe. 

      “ i-i was trying to find charlie, “ he starts from the beginning, voice quiet and shaken. he still remembers it, remembers how he couldn’t find her, all the other kids were having fun in their respective groups -- but he couldn’t find her anywhere! it was only when he had looked around, had he caught the glimpse of movement outside the window. “ she was outside .. i don’t .. i don’t know why .. “ it was late, it had been a little hard to make things out, so he had gone closer. only when he had, did he see. “ michael .. i saw dad -- i saw him outside .. i .. i saw his car .. “ evan tries to explain it. to rationalize it -- but that’s hard for a child to do. he could be wrong, he could have misunderstood. god, he wants to be wrong. that’s why he’s explaining this to michael -- michael’s smarter than he is, he can tell him if he’s wrong. 

      “ i know what i saw .. please. “ and if .. something happens to him, at least someone else will know what happened. 

[archibaldadna]

[airmanisr]

FoxyHead by Randsom

[bullybon-a]

       ⇨   @foxyheads​ : 💕 >:O]  ||  moodboards of muses meme. 

                     it seems to be a journal entry from MRS. JONES.

     “ Personal note: make sure to keep tyler away from that DAMNED afton boy. “

[asstrongasyouthink]

every couple of days i end up carting an armload of stuffed animals between the bedrooms in my house bc they are Very Important and just bc i want to sleep in my handfriend’s bed/it’s alone sleeping night doesnt mean i do not need foxyhead with me

You don't have to limit yourself to liking "cool" things or "mature" things or "adult" things. You're allowed to find joy in everything you can no matter your age. Don't ever give up your stuffed animals, your cartoons, your fandoms, your video games, your alternative style or anything else just because people expect you to "grow out of it." You don't have to do that. You're allowed to find joy where you can.

[foxyheads]

  WELCOME TO FOXYHEADS !

a michael afton roleplay blog penned by scotty !! this blog portrays the fnaf 4 era michael, but is open to portray other versions of michael ! the mun is underaged and does not partake in smut be aware that this blog will have a reoccuring theme of murder, child death, child harm & paranormality and other canon typical topics so take caution if that will bother you ! promos appreciated thank you sm !

[foxyheads]

i was in the middle of writing a starter and my internet just fucking keeled over and DIED. awesome day for the scotty foxyheads community

[bullybon-a]

tj with @foxyheads ✋✋✋

[mechanicaldance]

Emelie let out a barely audible sigh when the hug was returned, and she couldn’t help but squeeze her son a little tighter. Nor could she help nuzzling into him. Nothing but love and affection here.

At the question the blonde gave a small pause before she shook her head. No there wasn’t any specific thing she needed, except that she just wanted to love on her child. She gave him one more squeeze before she, finally, let go of him.

‘I love you’ she signed to him. ‘You know that?’ Surely he did. Right?

michael  hums,  attention  garnered  away   from  what  he  was  working  on    as  his  mother  threads  her  fingers  through  his  hair.   assuming  she  wanted  something  of  him,  he  parts  his  lips  to  ask  but  the  words  get  caught  in  his  throat  after  she  pulls  him  into  a  warm  embrace.  the  quizzical  expression  spread  across  his  face  was  quickly  wiped  away  with  his  bright  eyes  and  a  toothy  grin,  showcasing  all  of  his  red  braces.  he  was  quick  to  return  the  hug,  wrapping  his  arms  around  his  mom  almost  immediately 

❛  hey  mom.  ❜  michael  spoke,  his  eyes  squinted  with  bliss  as  he  looked  to  his  mother,  ❛  ‘s   there  somethin’  you  wanted  ?  ❜