#interactions: bonnie

[stravacious]

gary’s twin sister, nadine!!

i’m a sucker for the bonnie & neddy episode :’)

[chaoticsquiddo]

-Come play with us-

FNAF is so nostalgiacore. I could make up a bunch of waffle about how this represents some kind of clashing duality of nostalgia but in reality, I couldn't decide which background image was better so I just went with both.✨

[bonnie-the-mutt]

forest adventure pt 1, 2, 3 and 4 !

which direction will you pick ?

I pick left !

I pick right !

I wanna skip to the end !

pt 4/7 | feel free to post blanks, just don't cover my username !

[froog-water]

Very happy for you that youre getting the recognition you deserve! For a suggestion would you be ok with drawing Bonnie and self insert ^^ No pressure! I hope you have a good day!

yipppeee ok so, first i am so sorry this took so long to come out lmao. i went away for the weekend and as you can see, kinda just kept running with the doodles

second, you never specified which bon you wanted soooooo i hope these goobers will suffice uwu As you can probably tell, i view glambon as like a complete and utter idiot, himmmboo to the extreme (said in a very loving way)

thank you so much for your support and and …. waaahhh thank you! i hope you are having a good day❤️

[monochrome-stars]

i did an itty bitty doodle for @startagainaprologue's age swap au :-3

(including @tealgoat's, @the-bitter-ocean's and @basilpaste's au little guys !!)

(i really like drawing on sticky notes huh)

[whatlovelybones-if]

"the screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain" THE WHAT?! YOU DARE AVERY??? AND WTF J???

What would happen if MC and J were about to kiss, but MC suddenly stopped and just apathetically stared at them and said that they resented them for not being their first kiss, and just left? 😂😂

(Also, did MC have a some sort of relationship before the story began, or is that left for headcannon?)

it started with a simple statement.

“i won’t be riding back with you today,” J said.

you didn’t mind, not really. of course, you used to take every opportunity to spend time with them, but you could understand that they had their own life and sometimes their plans didn’t line up with yours.

“anything special you got planned?” you joked while closing your school locker, but you feel your insides wither and shrivel like a crumpled flower when they give you the actual reason.

“avery wanted to take me home today,” J said, shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal but the embarrassed pink on their cheeks give them away.

you had a feeling whatever was going to happen today, you wouldn’t be liking it at all. on top of that, J was acting weird as hell. not to mention that this avery person had been someone they’d been weirdly close the past couple of days.

you also happen to know that avery lived on the other side of town, completely off the route you and J took to get home every day. avery wasn’t just giving them a ride; it was something else. the more you thought about it, the more it sounded like a date. a motherfucking date.

you felt your heart starting to weigh three times heavier as you forced a smile and said, “oh, sure, that’s fine.” and then, before you could stop yourself, you found yourself stupidly asking, “so did they ask you out on a date or something?”

to save yourself the embarrassment and act nonchalant, you find yourself ruffling their hair slightly. if J noticed that you were forcing it, they didn’t let it show. instead they just laughed nervously, trying to fix their hair, and said, “actually, i was the one who ended up asking them out.”

wonderful. you wanted to scream, but you managed to give them the fakest smile you could. “i’m so happy for you.”

J picked up on the hint that maybe you weren’t feeling as happy as you’re saying you are because they asked, “are you alright, teddy?”

that nickname hurts even more now as you nod, “of course, why wouldn’t i be?”

one of J’s love languages has always been physical touch and everything just gets a lot more complicated; their hand on your back is warm, the inky dark eyes that stare back at you are kind and worried, the full pink lips that you wish to kiss look so inviting. they smell the same as always: leather, strawberries, spearmint, and marlboro red smoke masked by a fancy cologne/perfume.

“did i do something wrong?” J asks, looking like a kicked puppy.

you can’t stand it. the concerned look on J’s face as they ask you what’s wrong when everything is wrong right now. it’s wrong that they can’t see how much you love them. it’s wrong that they can’t see how loving them has become second nature for you. it’s wrong that they can’t see how you don’t want to be just their best friend.

knowing them, you know your best friend is probably imagining a thousand different scenarios of how they must’ve hurt you. but you know that they didn’t hurt you, they could never do that, at least not intentionally.

then you do it. you actually do it. one of the stupidest things you have ever done in your 15 years of existence.

you leaned in and kissed them.

the look on J’s face makes you wanna crawl into your own skin and die. their body had tensed up, their lips frozen open, parted but not uttering a sound. all of that was enough to tell you that it was fucking mistake. so you do the only thing that made sense to you at that moment: you turn and run outside like a fucking coward.

time seemed to slow down, each second stretching impossibly beyond normal. the only sound that could be heard was the rain. heavy, rhythmic, and coming down without pause. you don’t even feel the chill setting in as your whole body burns with the shame of what you did and the image of J’s reaction only makes your skin crawl more.

stupid, stupid, stupid!

you run across the parking lot to get to your car and book the hell out of the school campus. you utter a loud curse when you check your pockets and realise you left your car keys in your locker.

you’re soaked to the bone and you aim a swift kick at your car; panting like you just ran a marathon, hair sticking to your neck and cheeks, heavy breathing pushing your chest up and down, your face wet from both the rain and your tears.

tears? no, you’re not wrong, you can feel the saltiness mixing up with the rain and pouring down your face. you haven’t cried in forever. at least not in a genuine way.

why in the world did it have to J of all people that you had to fall for? they had been your best friend since you were kids, always a constant and comforting presence in your life. almost a decade of friendship down the drain because of your stupid feelings. it wasn’t worth it at all to lose your best friend like this.

your best friend who’s now calling your name. a yell in the distance muffled by the sound of the rain and of your breaking heart. your breath hitches but you ignore them. there’s no way you can face them, not right now.

“for god’s sake, you can’t just kiss me and walk away! hey!” J yells out.

“go away, J! i really don’t want to talk to you right now.”

they catch up to you, refusing to let you run off again. “and why is that, hm?”

“i don’t know!” you answer, throwing up your hands in exasperation. “i’m ignoring you right now.”

“well,” J continues to stubbornly come closer, “i am ignoring the fact that you’re ignoring me.”

you give them a glare. “that’s not how it works.”

J matches your challenging glare. “fine then. tell me why you kissed me and i will leave you alone.”

“i kissed you because i love you, you daft dumbo!” you nearly yell, frustrated beyond reason. ignoring the dumbfounded look on J’s face, you continue, “i’ve loved you ever since we were kids. i love your eyes and how they sparkle like stars when you’re talking about music. i love your voice and how it soothes me whenever i’m having a hard time. i love how you know me and know exactly what to say to make me feel better whenever and wherever. i just love you so much and i cannot stand the thought of you with avery. i will get over this though, J, just give me some ti—”

in a heartbeat, they lean in and their lips are on yours. you can’t help the gasp which slips out of your mouth, too surprised, too tense, and J holds your face dearly like you’re something precious, pressing your lips and body against theirs with something akin to desperation. both of you so entirely soaked from the rain, so entirely frightened, so entirely in love.

when the kiss ends, it’s because both of you are completely out of breath. J doesn’t let the space between the two of you grow any further, though. they instead press themselves further against you, your bodies fitting like perfect puzzle pieces.

“don’t get over me,” they plead, the taste of strawberry in your mouth, forehead against yours, dark eyes fluttering close. “don’t ever get over me.”

“b-but,” you stutter, head still spinning, “what about avery?”

J groans, following it up with a chuckle. “one date and i think even they’d be able to see it.”

“see what?”

“how you are the one i’m in love with.”

before you can even process what they just said, they lean in again to seal it with a kiss.

[childrenofcain-if]

Can we have some facts about the ROs, dear author ? I'm very much looking forward to fix D, bad girls are my kryptonite

C LACROIX

C is an absolute unit at chess. if it wasn’t for them wanting to go into the business industry, they would’ve definitely clinched the title of grandmaster.

they’re also very good at playing violin and have been taking private lessons since they were nine.

they have a habit of taking long, solitary walks late at night to clear their mind.

they have an aston martin vantage and a porsche 911 carrera 4s which were a gift from grandpa lacroix before his death.

aside from english, they can speak french, latin, and italian.

their signature scent is a blend of sandalwood and jasmine.

they have a small, discreet tattoo of a latin phrase (“veni, vidi, vici”) on their ribcage.

C is particularly fond of designer clothes and have a vast collection, each custom-made to fit perfectly.

they find idle chatter to be an utter waste of time and will often steer conversations towards more intellectually stimulating topics.

C also had a very soft spot for pets, particularly dogs. they also secretly donate to many of the nation’s animal shelters, though you’ll never find them telling that to anyone.

they have undiagnosed OCD.

V NÆSHOLM

they are a twin. no one knows what exactly happened to their sister in the orphanage.

they’re a big fan of obscure literary texts, particularly those of nordic origins.

V also enjoys woodworking, a skill passed down from their orphanage days where they’d try to make small, wooden toys for some extra pocket money.

though they don’t attend church all that often, they always pray before bed and eating.

V wears a unique, earthy fragrance with notes of cedarwood, pine, and a hint of sea salt.

in addition to danish, ancient greek, nordic runes, and english, they’ve also picked up on some patois thanks to their adoptive mother.

V is deeply connected to nature and prefers spending time outdoors whenever possible. hiking, camping, and stargazing are some of their favorite activities.

autumn is V’s favorite season because the crisp air, the changing leaves, and the melancholy atmosphere makes them feel creatively inspired.

V can read tarot cards, a skill they picked up from their mother who liked doing it in her free time.

they absolutely loathe alcohol and steers absolutely clear of its presence if they can help it. they have no problem with other people drinking it tho.

they have claustrophobia.

W OSTENDORF

W is an avid birdwatcher and would often accompany their uncle to do it whenever they could. they can identify dozens of species by sight and sound and often spend early mornings in parks or nature reserves, binoculars in hand.

despite their strained relationship with their parents, W inherited a natural talent for photography and videography from their father.

W’s favorite book is “the catcher in the rye”, mostly because sometimes they can see a reflection of themself in holden caulfield.

W has a soft spot for cheesy 90s and early 2000s romcoms. they find comfort in the predictable plots and over-the-top acting, often watching them late at night when they can’t sleep.

their signature scent is vetiver, citrus, and bergamot.

they still wear MC’s worn down friendship bracelet from almost a decade ago.

W prefers to walk or bike wherever they go, finding the process therapeutic.

they’ve donated a large portion of their trust fund to homeless youth shelters, only keeping enough to get through university comfortably until they get a decent job.

they love playing the piano, something which their aunt taught them. however, they prefer modern pieces to classical ones.

their favourite directors of all time are wes anderson and sofia coppola.

they’re a chronic insomniac.

D DIACONU

D has a hidden talent for sketching. while they don’t talk about it much, their notebooks are filled with doodles and sketches, often of people they meet/know or abstract designs that reflect their current mood.

they’re nicknamed “rook” by their friends and bandmates. they also only know three languages: romanian, french, and english.

their indie band’s name is “the vignettes”, and the genre they play contains elements of alternative rock, grunge, and even folk sometimes. they’re the frontman, as well as a guitarist of the five-piece.

they’re known to get into long, intense conversations about the meaning of life, the universe, and everything—usually at 3 a.m., after everyone else has passed out. nobody seems to want to deal with this aside from C.

nirvana and the cure are on constant rotation on their playlist. their favourite guitar, valentine, was personally signed by kurt cobain and is their most prized possession.

their signature scent is a mixture of cinnamon, expensive marlboro, amber, and a hint of leather.

they love spicy food, mexican and indian cuisines being their favourite. give them a lifetime supply of chicken vindaloo and birria tacos and they’re set forever.

D is considered an adrenaline junkie and sometimes participates in extreme sports like parkour, bungee jumping, and sky diving.

they have a well-maintained 1969 AMC AMX/3, but rather prefer riding their MC ducati panigale v4.

they have a growing collection of tattoos, each one marking a significant (or significantly hazy) memory from their escapades. the most prominent one is a serpent wrapped around their collarbones.

it’s rare to find them in parties without the presence of any type of drugs. they’re not a full-blown addict, but also not too far from it.

M WHITLOCK-SINGH

aside from english, M speaks nine more languages fluently—hindi, french, italian, german, mandarin, russian, sanskrit, arabic, spanish, and latin.

they are proficient in several musical instruments, including the piano, violin, and guitar, often performing at private gatherings and charity events.

their personal library contains rare and first-edition books on any genre you can possibly imagine.

M has a keen eye for art and collects pieces from renowned and emerging artists, often curating exhibitions for charity.

they also have a very encyclopaedic knowledge of european and south asian history, often recalling the time period and details of the events.

they have travelled to more than 50 countries till date, accompanying their parents on many of their philanthropic missions.

their signature scent is a fancy blend of myrrh and frankincense, accented with touches of cypress and roses.

M has been interested in the existence of the occult and magic since they heard of stories involving them by their grandmother’s side.

despite being a famous royal figure, M has almost zero social media presence and greatly dislikes being filmed in public or having their private life probed at.

they are known to be the queen of england’s favourite grandchild.

M enjoys cooking and is particularly skilled at preparing elaborate south asian and mediterranean dishes.

[morbethgames]

Next Week On Patreon - Nameless Legends!

Alright everyone, time for a little tumblr post here. Next week on the Patreon is a first look at the world I'm contemplating playing around with after The Bureau series is over. Still a long ways out, but if I write scenes related to that world for content here on Patreon, I'll slowly build up a lot of content I can use to kickstart myself into that world when the time is right!

Nameless Legends -

is an idea I had that was kind of a mix of the Fate anime series and the Soul Eater series. Heroes and villains alike get pulled from the past at random when fate deems they have a chance to redo a regret so large that they feel their life was unfulfilled. People in history or stories told that aren't part of the stories themselves. Their names never come up. Their own stories never told. It is a chance for them to be remembered by whatever brings them back.

The catch? They are always tied to a person living in the modern day for one reason or another. They are bound to them by fate and feel a pull so strong that it makes it hard for them to rip themselves away, even if they wanted to. The PC is one such person.

You, the player, will choose in the beginning of the game which notable person of old you will be the bloodline of; the infamous Anne Bonny or the noble Arthur Pendragon. Depending on what bloodline you pick will determine what nameless legend will appear by your side.

This first look into the story and the world introduces one of those legends. A pirate by the name of Charles Connolly. Her Irish accent is only outshined by her ruthlessness with a blade, and that certainly shows in this upcoming short story that will be available on the Patreon NEXT THURSDAY!

To read the previous short story starring an AU version of Team Leader Hawks and a spicy ending, click below and become an Agent Tier member today! There's a version for both Female and Male Hawks!

PATREON LINK HERE!

[dieplz]

babe i love you so much *burns our house down*

[springlockedagain]

Question who’s Vanny’s favorite animatronic out of all them

Wolmf...

[Song lyrics from I'm not crying you're crying by Pinkshift]

[charmilyharmily]

The finished drawing of the slumber spa party with all the group! (Staring the esteemed and famous guest Chair) Its set in the Appétence au which is why Sifs a creachur.

There’s character interactions related to this under the cut.

[Fun fact about Loop: Their hair is a lot like a chinchilla’s, except it makes your hand a lil tingly]

“Bee, why are you using my nail polish?”

“Cause Sif needs pretty nails too!”

“That isn’t nearly enough for the amount of nail he has, y’know.”

“…”

“You’re replacing my nail polish tomorrow, with the EXTRA glittery kind.”

He gasps dramatically holding his free hand to his forehead. “Oh what an awful fate, the worst kind imaginable, getting the prettiest kind of nail polish known to man!”

She kicks him slightly. “Now you owe me two nail polishes!”

“Oh how AWFUL!”

“Hey Loop.”

“Yes Housemaiden?”

“It’s Mirabelle-but I have a question, it’s ok with you.”

They tense ever so slightly. “Well, depends on what it is. So ask and I’ll see if I shall grace you with my divine knowledge.”

“How do you have so much hair?”

They just pause cause how do you answer that, Odile interrupts. “Mirabelle you can’t just ask someone why they have so much hair.”

Bonnie joins in on the light teasing. “Yeah Belle you can’t just ask someone that!”

“Oh! Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t that was a sensitive topic…”

Odile looks up from her book. “We’re just teasing, Asking someone about their hair quantity isn’t some horrible offense.”

“Wait it isn’t?”

“No it isn’t Boniface.”

“Then why do you have so much hair?”

She cackles in response; calming down she responds. “Heh- that’s because I’ve spent years growing my hair out. You could have my amount of hair if you spend the next few years growing yours out and taking good care of it. I’m sure your sister could help with that.”

“Hmmm, nah that’s too much work.”

“True that!” Loop cuts back in.

[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

More of this

Textless versions under the cut

[bonnie-the-mutt]

forest adventure pt 6 and 7 !

where to now ?

I wanna go back to the beginning !

7/7 parts | feel free to post blanks, just don't cover my username !

[thewastelandlosers]

Can we have some more Bonnie and Charon please? They are so sweet!

"Don't start crying....but yeah, you really are" --------------------------------------------- Of course you can have more Bonnie + Charon! I'm glad you find them sweet! Truthfully, they are both very stupid If they aren't accidently friendly firing at each other from either missing the enemies or spooking each other, the two are walking into the same trap despite witnessing the other step into said trap! Ending with both getting injured

[thebirthofvenusfly]

all im saying is with how siffrin was canonically off-island when his home was blooped and bambouche is smack on the northern coast of vaugarde it is entirely plausible siffrin landed there given how close it is to The Island and could have met bonnie's sister before--perhaps even a baby bonnie--and just genuinely not remember by the time they meet again

[brotherconstant]

BLACK SAILS || XXVII.

There's treasure inside that box, a handful of which could provide a lifetime of prosperity. Facing that kind of temptation, there are few men I would trust to self-deny. But it is not the treasure that concerns me most. Charles Vane's sacrifice is in that box.