#gift for charlotte

[chloesimaginationthings]

Why the FNAF puppet loves the music box,,

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Hey @sleepyconfusedpotato! I was boring and doing nothing or some bullshit so I decided to draw Jade and I love her so much 💖 I'm a big fan of you btw since 2022. Lmao it took me 30 minutes to draw this. Love from Philippines ❤️💖🇵🇭

Character owner: @sleepyconfusedpotato

WOWOWOWOWO

This looks amazing!! She's looking very great in your style!! Thank you so so so much for taking the time to draw Jade 💖💖💖💖

Love from Indonesia 🇮🇩 Thank you!!

[chipistrate]

A Treat for my Sweet

For @viarayy01-blog 's mutual gift exchange!! Merry December ^^

I saw Charlie and Puppet on your list and knew I had to draw them- your design for Charlie is just so perfect and adorable, and I thought the Puppet sweater design was perfect for this theming!

Hope you like it!!

[roseatedesire]

⌛ — Oracle Charlotte Graphics ;;

— For @lavendergalactic 's event || no kin/id tags

day 2 - make a gift for your younger self

like/rb + credit if using !

[bluesidez]

Nicola Coughlan is probably one of the few white women I'll go up for. Love her down.

[tinkpumpkin]

1 day until the party... the gifter of life, a child. Timetaken: 3hrs ish Date created: August 1st? Date worked on: August 7th 2024 (to be honest, not my proudest work. Way to rushed and I'm burned out, so I probably should have finished this early in the week. I might make a re-do when It feels right)

[warpedwings]

Misha Collins - SPN Charlotte NC, October 2024

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[darthpastry]

Too much of the FNaF fandom thinks that William Afton stuffed the children into the suits. Does the Give Gifts Give Life mini game mean nothing to you?? “So what did William do with the bodies” idk. We’re talking about the smartest idiot who decided to hide from ghosts in a springtrap suit while sweating profusely. He probably just threw a stained tablecloth over them and called it a day.

[kamitrendz]

Queen Charlotte's Next Bridgerton Failure?

I just realized that The Queen has altogether failed to make a match with a Prince, a Diamond and a Marquess (a rank lower than Duke but above Earl, Viscount, and Baron). All of whom travelled far for a match.

I find it interesting that The Queen, or at least Brimsley still considers the matches that did happen from the boggled matches The Queen set up, THEIR "luck" lol.

Who's next in season 4?

#netflix #daphnebridgerton #simonbasset #anthonybridgerton #katesharma #katebridgerton #edwinasharma #francescabridgerton #johnstirling #lordsamadani #queencharlotte #saphne #kanthony #polin #phoebedynevor #simoneashley #jonathanbailey #charithrachandran #freddiestroma #hannahdodd #victoralli #davidmumeni #kamitrendz

[quinloki]

Snow Topped Mountains

Merry Christmas @mewiyev \o/ I am your secret santa! ❤️

I hope you enjoy this short story and bonus art (I have been wanting to try to draw Katakuri ever since you made me a Massive Fan of him, your art style, and Maren, so I hope you enjoy it!)

Words: 1,274 Characters: GN Reader, Katakuri CW: None, I believe, horror-undertones.

The storm had passed, and so you were ready to head and and assess any damages, and if you were lucky maybe track some fresh game with the newly fallen snow.

Except now you were staring at the largest body you’d ever seen in your life. You would’ve mistaken it for the beginnings of a hill, but you knew the area better than anyone, and no storm was enough to move mountains.

You watched, nearly mesmerized by the sight, as the man’s massive chest rose and fell, in a steady rhythm. He was most certainly alive, for now, but unconscious. You, barely the size of one of his arms as far as you could tell, now faced the rather daunting task of trying to figure out how you could hope to save him.

And if saving him was going to result in your own untimely end or not.

Unable to simply leave any creature to its fate, dangerous or otherwise, you began to move. You had enough rope, and large enough tarps, all used for the village’s festivals. You might live up in the mountains to maintain the shrines and offerings to the gods during the hard times, but you weren’t ostracized.

“Fortunately for both of us you collapsed near the trees.” You mutter, tossing a weighted length of rope up into the branches and getting it tangled into place. It took you thirty minutes to get a network of ropes secured into the evergreens, and nearly an hour to get the tarps threaded on the ropes. The process was faster when you had a helper or two, but with the impending storm even your usual help wasn’t on the mountain.

Maren was going to be upset he missed the excitement.

The passing of the storm hadn’t cleared the skies, but it had abated the wind, so the labor of setting up the ropes and tarps was enough to keep you warm. You ran ropes in the middle of the small network, pulling a sort of functional roof together. It wouldn’t keep out rain, but it would let the fire’s smoke out and warm up the space inside.

You apologized to the large man as you had to practically climb him and a few times as you worked. Two hours later you could start hauling the ropes, pulling the network taut, and creating a massive tent around the still-breathing giant of a man.

With the tent in place you began to clear out the snow. You weren’t far from where you lived so you were able to get some tools to make it easier, but it took another hour just to clear enough to start fire. Once you got the fire rolling you started clearing the snow away from the large man.

The more you cleared away, the more you were amazed he was alive at all. He was barely clothed. Pants, boots, and a sleeveless vest. The scarf wrapped around his shoulders and lower face was fluffy and probably warm, but not nearly warm enough. There was no way you’d be able to get him out of the little clothing he was wearing so you decide to set up a few smaller fires around him. If he moved when he woke up, he’d just snuff out the smaller fires, but the extra heat would help dry the clothes faster.

The only thing you had to get off him were the boots. Though it was tempting to just simply light them on fire directly, you had no way to hope to replace them. At least the rest of his clothes could’ve been replaced by the tarps, but shoes were another matter. If they didn’t dry fast enough his toes could rot or get frostbitten. Either way he could lose them, or die to the fever and risk of infection.

You didn’t just spend almost five hours of effort to have your mystery man die to complications after the fact.

Unfortunately, the boots were neither loose-fitting, nor buttoned, zippered, or otherwise clasped. After some fruitless tugging you pulled out your hunting knife and carefully cut down the side of one, and then the other, pulling them free and dragging them away. You set up another fire, and began the jog through the snow to get back to the cabin.

Towels, a sleeping bag, some dried food, a pot, one cup, one large bowl, herbs and tea, and back to your makeshift tent. You’d need to keep an eye on your patient throughout the night, and that meant keeping him dry, the fires going, and keeping yourself fed. It’d be another day at least before Maren was going to be able to ascend the mountain, and you’d just have to hope he decided to bring more food than was needed for the two of you when he did.

Getting back to the tent you see your patient hasn’t moved. If not for the steady breathing you’d be worried he was truly done for. The fires were doing an amazing job, and once you set all the gear down you had to take your coat off to avoid sweating in the toasty tent.

Grabbing a couple towels you began to dry his feet, using some dry soap and talc to help ward off any other risks of mold or rot. The sheer size of him was a bit boggling. You’d seen giants before, and he wasn’t nearly as large, but you’d seen giants roaming the flatlands while you were in the mountains. If they hadn’t been giants you wouldn’t have noticed them at all from such a distance.

Once his feet were taken care of, you tended all the little fires, and stoked the largest one. You let a little heat, and a lot of smoke out, with a kick to one of the flaps, letting the rush of air hurry the new smoke out of the top of the tent before it gathered too thickly.

Walking over to his head you regarded your patient, taking note of his appearance with an attentive eye. Your only concerns before now had been if he was alive or not, but taking a moment to actually look him over was… surprising.

He had handsome features, cropped reddish hair, and tattoos that laid easily over an impressive physique. There was an ease on his face right now that wasn’t reflected in the finer lines found there. Stress and worry were etched deep, but his current state of unconsciousness left him looking at peace.

Whatever weighed so heavily upon his shoulders while he was awake, it made little impact on his sleep. Or at least this sleep, as unbidden as it must have come.

Temptation pulled at the corners of your mind, a desire to pull the scarf away from his face. It wasn’t worn for warmth, not with the distinct lack of winter apparel overall. So it was only fair to think he wore it hide his features. It wouldn’t be quite right to sneak a peek when such was obviously avoided, but the curiosity was strong.

Before you could settle your internal struggle yourself, the main fire cracked loudly, drawing your attention back to it. You went around and tended the smaller fire first, kicking the tarp open for a second to rush the small accumulation of smoke clear before minding the main fire.

Once the fire was set you felt it.

A gaze upon your back.

Eyes that held you in place.

Even as your own gaze was frozen on the fire before you, you knew what was happening. An assessment. One that could end in gratitude.

Or not.

[ashmp3]

i just started watching sex & the city and at the risk of sounding very prudent i didn’t think they would be talking about men and sex every single minute of it. i enjoy the fashion and the set design of course

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

New season, new sports obsession for them every weekend 👁️👄👁️ (y chisme)

AYYOOOOOOOOOOOO??????

This is so awesome!!! ASDFSADFAFASDSF 🤣

I mean, Aly and Jade bonds together through sports it's just inevitable at this point. F1 WEEK IS ON THE HORIZON Y'ALL!!!

Ghost just constantly coming home to Aly and Jade leisuring together under a blanket eating snacks and watching matches or races 😭 They're besties always bringing chismes 👀

Thank you so much Aly!! This is wonderful!! TEEHEE (❁´◡`❁)

[chipistrate]

Domino Effect

YIPPEE!!! YAHOO!!! GIFT EXCHANGE!!!!!

This is my gift for @sumbier0 for the fnaf gift exchange!! I saw the minigame art style mention in your list and thought it'd be a fun little art style experiment<3 Hope you like it! Happy almost-Christmas!! ^^

[madameredart]

Christmas gift for @rambird12! I really hope you like it!

[catamano]

9:00am

[zombie-and-puppet-child]

I just thought, would Charlie feel bad for the Daycare Attendant? In general terms, he experiences a big forced behavioral change based on sensory input, and that's kinda what happened with her and the music box. Sun clearly is afraid of the lights going out, and I can't imagine Charlie looked forward to hearing that infernal melody all night every night.

(I swear, I'm not one of those people who obsesses over the daycare attendant, I just thought it was an interesting parallel, and Charlie is my favorite character.)

Oooohoohoohoo!

You my friend have touched upon ideas that have been wiggling ‘round my brain for a WHILE

Cuz you see, in my AU that parallel has a second layer to it

In my my version of events, the song played by the music box was actually one Henry played for Charlotte to help her get to sleep and was later implemented into the Security Puppet in her honor

Unfortunately for Charlie, this means a song that once brought her comfort now serves to hinder and imprison her more that she already is

In a similar way, before Glitchtrap’s influence, Sun had no problems with the lights going out. Not only did he get to take a break from the chaos, but he could feel the joy his counterpart had for taking care of the children

It’s only when Moon becomes more irritable, unpredictable, dangerous that Sun begins to fear Lights Out.

Something that once brought comfort, now bringing an overwhelming feeling of helplessness, that’s something Charlie understands very well

She also understands how it feels to lose control and hurt someone who didn’t deserve it

And so, if the Daycare Attendants find little gifts left around their area, it’s between them and their new, unseen friend