#lee-lee afton

[kings-paintbrush]

IM SICK AND TIREF OF THIS NOT BEING A VIRAL MEME ALREADY

Nooo😞😥No❗️🥺 Chucky🔪💫🧚 you’re a ✨🪳🧚Cockroach🦄😫 You Always Come back ❗️❗️😫😫

[koerinz]

Draw ur Elizabeth or ur mci kids hanging out (for the art rqs)

I can do both. as a treat

they hurt my heart </33

[isatohlee]

POV: They see an intruder.

This is a little fanart for the lovely and talented @pempempemto

[theinvisibledoodlewizard]

So I ended up doodling this today in about 30 minutes.

Thought y’all would like it.

I just came up with an idea that I kinda wanna draw but I’m working another comic so this one won’t get done for a while. (This is the one universe where Mike and Olivia have kids. I usually don’t have that? But this au is for funsies)

Mike, Olivia, Michelle, and Lee-Lee are all at the beach house for the summer.

After listening to the forecast, the girls decided to enjoy the small window of sunshine in the day, and went out to play on the beach. Olivia turned to start cooking them all breakfast, and Mike picked up the morning paper. He couldn’t focus on it though, his eyes instead being drawn to the carefree figures on the beach.

After not even being sure him and Olivia could have kids… to not sure if they should given the whole… remnant thing, and that’s not even counting the reputation Afton kids have from their predecessor. Seeing two happy girls playing on the beach holds so much magic.

Shaking off the awe, Mike turned back to his paper. But not for long.

“Dad?”

Mike turned back to find four purple eyes staring up at him.

“What is it? Did one of you get hurt?” he asked, worry slipping in around the accusatory parent voice.

“No!” piped up Michelle, doing an eye roll that made Mike wonder if she only inherited his looks, “It just started getting cloudy, and we wanted to come read the paper with you.”

“Yeah,” Lee-lee agreed, “We wanna sit in your lap and read the news.”

Mike looked at both of the girls confused.

“It hasn’t started raining yet, and there’s only a couple clouds. It’ll be raining all day once it starts, you don’t wanna waste the time you have reading boring news do you?”

Both girls looked at their feet embarrassed.

“We were gonna try to convince you to read the comics,” Michelle offered weakly.

Mike smiled a bit, “Well, that makes a little more sense at least. But still, you know you’ll be stuck in here with your Mom and I for the whole day? You can always read them then, that way we aren’t fighting over them.”

Lee-lee reached forward tentatively and put her small, 5 year old hand, on her dad’s leg.

“But that’s why we want to see them now,” she said wistfully, pleading eyes melting Mike’s heart, “We wanna hang out. Or you’ll get away like you always do.”

“Get away?” Mike asked bewildered more by the second.

“You do kinda tend to dump us on Mom whenever we try to spend time with you,” came the sassy response from Michelle.

Mike shot a glance at Olivia’s back, trying to signal to her that he needed help desperately. But the woman kept scrambling the eggs happily, humming a little tune, and working far too hard to try to seem like she wasn’t listening to the conversation happening behind her.

Mike glared at her for a second more before a pitiful “Please Daddy?” pulled him back to the other, little purple and black haired angels, at his side.

“If you’re really that adamant about wasting the beach time you have,” he sighed, pushing his chair away from the table and patting his lap.

“YAY!” both girls cheered as they jumped with glee.

“Don’t scare your Dad, more than he already is,” laughed Olivia, “You’ll spook him so much he might think you’re animatronics disguised as children.”

“Haha, you’re hilarious,” Mike halfheartedly returned, as the girls settled themselves on their perches.

Holding both wiggling, giggling girls close as they read the paper, Mike couldn’t shake the feeling of wonder that kept rising through him. His girls were healthy, happy, having fun, and wanted him to be a part of that fun. Michael Afton. The half dead, half animatronic. The night guard, who associated with horrible monstrosities. The high school bully that got his younger brother killed. But none of those things mattered to these two little sparkling, energetic balls of energy. He was Dad, and that’s all that mattered.

Mike hugged his daughters close, cherishing every moment they gave him. If he was Dad, he���d go through the scooper a hundred times before he let these girls lose faith in him. It wasn’t a hard bar to beat, but slipping to William’s level would be far more painful than any of the physical or mental trauma Mike had gone through.

“Wonder what old Henry would’ve thought of this,” Mike thought to himself, “Wish he were here so I could ask him advice. If he could handle Charlie, he would’ve loved Chell and Lee-lee.”

“Ok, you can finish reading the comics in a bit,” Olivia chirped happily. “Breakfast is gonna get cold. Get to your seats.”

Michelle and Lee-lee went to move, but the arms around them didn’t budge an inch. Another try garnered the same amount of success.

“Dad,” Michelle turned in confusion to meet her father’s smirk, “We gotta eat. Come on, let go.”

“Sorry Chell,” Mike shrugged, a bit too casually. “I must’ve had glue on me, I can’t seem to move.”

“Glue!? Oh no!” shrieked a horrified Lee-lee, starting to flail wildly.

Olivia raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms, not impressed.

“Glue huh? That would stick your arms to the girls, you’re not even moving.”

“Well… I guess the endoskeleton’s servo’s locked up,” Mike said far too fast, a grin spreading across his face no matter how hard he tried to fight it back. “You know how the animatronics had to keep moving or they’d get stuck. I guess I just sat here too long.”

“Well, I spent too long on breakfast to let these girls go hungry,” returned the woman, matching Mike’s smirk, “What do you suggest we do?”

Mike thought for a moment, making sure to look like he was considering the question deeply.

“You could push their plates over here and they just keep sitting on me?” he finally offered.

“Then you won’t be able to eat, you goof,” laughed Olivia. “Will it be enough glue remover for me to just scoot the girls’ chairs over towards yours?”

Mike looked at Chell and Lee-lee in turn, then grinned back at Olivia.

“As long as you move yours closer too.”

The family laughed as they all huddled close that morning, happy to have each other. Each member precious and necessary.

[tomboy24-7]

Hey there, dear friends! Welcome to my Masterlist

I’ll be taking requests, so ASK AWAY FELLOW AUDIENCE!! （☝ ՞ਊ ՞）☝

I’ll write for Male/Female/Gender neutral Readers, so it’s fine!

Characters I will write for:

Alastor (Demon and Human)

Dr. Masacrisk

Stu Macher

Five Hargreeves (fuck you, Lila)

William Afton

Marshall Lee (Vampire and Human)

Colby Brock I think

Jack Sparrow I think

FNaF Sun and Moon (Robot and Human)

The Joker (I mostly like Dark Knight but I’ll try to make it sound general if ya want)

Newt Scamander I think (most likely)

TOH Hunter (I’m not 18+ don’t worry)

Rocky Rickaby

Ticci Toby

Jason Dean/J.D.

Alan Orion (regular and ranger and other AUs)

Keys: I think that’s what they’re called

Platonic

Fluff

Suggestive

Smut? Idk, still debating that

Angst? Idk, still debating that

Things I won’t write for:

Incest (if they’re blood-related, definitely won’t be writing for it)

Rape

Pedophilia

Etc, you get the gist (I’ll probably put more if I can think of more)

If I don’t answer your ask fast enough, it’s either b/c I’m writing for another story or I’m working on your ask, but I will answer your ask by the reassurance of telling you that I will work on it/am working on it. All I ask for is patience

(I wrote this in one night past 4:00 AM and now it’s 7:19 AM, holy shit, I’m tired)

[b1ttersuite]

✩ writing list !

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fandoms/characters i want/will write for if requested !!! i’m new to writing on tumblr so i’m not sure how to start but lmk !!!?

you may request nsfw on any chars without sfw only! 

✩ adventure time

 ⋆✦ marshall lee

✩ call of duty

 ⋆✦ könig

 ⋆✦ simon “ghost” riley

✩ cry of fear

 ⋆✦ simon henriksson

✩ five nights at freddy’s

 ⋆✦ michael schmidt (movie)

 ⋆✦ sun/moon (sb)

 ⋆✦ gr freddy (sfw only)

 ⋆✦ william afton (movie+comics)

✩ the last of us

 ⋆✦ ellie

 ⋆✦ joel (sfw only.. sorry)

 ⋆✦ dina

 ⋆✦ abby

✩ randal’s friends/ranfren

 ⋆✦ randal von ivory

 ⋆✦ nyen

 ⋆✦ nyon

✩ scott pilgrim vs the world

 ⋆✦ scott pilgrim

 ⋆✦ wallace wells

 ⋆✦ todd ingram

 ⋆✦ ramona flowers

✩ stranger things

 ⋆✦ steve harrington

 ⋆✦ eddie munson

 ⋆✦ mike wheeler (sfw only)

 ⋆✦ johnathan byers

[infinitelyprecious]

Source: Supanut's insta (x)

Why does this look like a school photo adsjfksls

[tr4v1e]

ART DUMP

( I used references I PROMISE. Also last one isn’t mine- JUST USED?? )

[maxmallart]

First meal post-scoop

Delicious

[gamequeenanya]

The Hardest Part - lee Michael, ler Phone Guy

Summary: After Sister Location, Michael tries to grasp a sense of normalcy. And yet, after everyone in his neighbourhood has shunned him, the strangest man still sticks by him. Can he cheer up Michael, or are his methods too silly and childish?

…

Michael looked at the man in disgust. What was wrong with him?

Though Scott had been afraid of Ennard, and hid away from him, now he came to talk to Michael like he was a normal person. Like Scott didn't see a difference between the living and the undead. Like the most unironic Halloween maniac he'd ever seen.

Scott just looked back at him with worry.

"Mike…? A-are you alright…?"

He looked away. Of course he wasn't alright! He'd not only lost all of his beauty but also his humanity in only seven days! How does one recover from that?! Yet when Michael looked at Scott again, he felt a rush of worried feelings. If Scott got too close to him, he'd probably catch some sort of disease! Even though Michael had used formaldehyde to preserve what remained of his body.

"Scott, please. Stay away."

Stopping, Scott looked at him sadly.

"Mike…" He tried. It was hard to think of what to say. What could he say that could help him, and not offend him after going through a situation like this? What could Scott possibly say to comfort him, when he didn't even know close to what it was like…? He looked down at his hands. How could he know the pain Michael was going through when he'd been rescued from Freddy's without a scratch? He knew pain and suffering but it didn't even come close to-

"Please Scott. Look at me…" Michael tried to make it known what Scott was doing with his eyes. If he had any expressions left. "Do not touch me. It-it is dangerous… At least, can you wear some sort of protective suit?"

Finally seeming to understand, Scott nodded.

…

Now they were on the couch; Michael wearing the clothing he always wore, a purple sweater and black pants. And Scott wearing his regular clothes, with a hazmat suit over it.

Scott had wrapped his arms around Michael in a hug.

It had felt strange to Michael. Someone showing him affection. He felt he deserved to be hated and despised, given how his father had treated him for most of his life. How his whole family had treated him.

He tried to enjoy the show on screen. But he kept thinking of the strange man beside him, which distracted him from the show. They sat in silence after it was complete. There was no more popcorn in the bowl.

Michael noticed Scott hugging him closer, and hugged back. As expected, Scott was a cuddlebug.

"You are so sweet." He said with a soft smile. "Why are you so sweet?"

He shook his head. Honestly he didn't know.

"I'm not sweet, Mike. I-I'm kind of scummy actually…"

Mike rolled his eyes.

"You really think that after all we've been through? After you saved the trapped souls, let alone me?"

He playfully pinched Scott's side.

"Eep!" Scott squeaked. Then he smirked. "Oh really, Michael~ You're really trying to tickle me, when I'm wearing this suit?"

The yellow hazmat suit was rather thick. Mike didn't think about the consequences of his actions and how Scott's suit would prevent him from retaliating. He laughed nervously.

"Ah! N-no hard feelings…?"

Scott pounced, wiggling his fingers all over Michael's sides.

"AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! NOT THERE!" He cried, squirming. He'd always been extremely ticklish, seeming to inherit both parents' tickle spots. It wasn't fair! "HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHHAHAAAA COME OHHOHOHON!"

"Awww, poor Michael! Way too ticklish for your own good~!"

He tickled up his ribs slowly, in a rhythmic up and down motion.

"HAHAHAHAHHHHAAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAAAHAHHAHAA!"

"Hmm, I wonder if your armpits are bad?" He carefully swirled double digits in both armpits at once.

"NAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! MEAN!"

"Am I really mean, if you were the one who thought up this technique…?" He questioned.

"HAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAA! COME ON!"

Scott frowned, noticing he couldn't tickle Michael's stomach or bellybutton anymore. There were a few other things he wanted revenge for… But it didn't matter. Michael still had plenty of other spots! He gently skittered his fingers on the sides of his neck.

"EHEHEHEEHEHEEEEEE!" Michael scrunched his neck up, big grin on his face. Scott stopped for a bit, wondering where to go next. Michael caught his breath and waited in anticipation. It was always fun to see what Scott was planning.

"Hmm… Oh, I know!" He said with a breezy smile. And suddenly he was at his feet, taking his shoes and socks off.

"Hahahah, wait-wait-!" Michael begged, covering his face.

"Hmmmmm? I'm waiting…!" Scott teased.

"Hahahaha, you're so weird!" He laughed, holding his sides.

"You too," he said affectionately. And he wiggled his fingers over Mike's right arch.

"AHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHAAA!" He doubled over in laughter. Scott continued to tickle there until Mike begged him to move to the other foot. He was more than happy to oblige, now tickling all over the left sole, and tickling between his toes. "AHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAA!"

"Hm. Isn't it strange that in English, we have individual names for our fingers, but not for our toes…? Mm. I don't think that's fair."

Michael giggled and laughed more, not liking where this was heading.

"I think we should name our toes too!" Scott said firmly. He wiggled Mike's pinky toe. "I think we should call this one Jeremiah!"

"Seriously?! Hahahaha!" Mike laughed.

"Yeah! And how about we call these ones Mike and Scott, after ourselves?" He wiggled the toes that were next in line. Mike giggled, still squirming. Scott thought for a bit more. "And how about… Uh…"

Mike got distracted a little and tried to tickle Scott's neck a little.

"Hey! Haha." He glared at him playfully. That was all the warning Mike got before Scott sat on his legs and skittered his fingers all over both soles at once.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAAAA! I'M SOHOHOHORRY!" He squealed, though he didn't feel sorry at all.

"As I was saying! I think the next toe should be called Clara. And the big toe is Vlad!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOO!" Michael cried.

Finally, Scott got off of him and offered him a hand to help him up.

"Thank you…" Michael said, catching his breath. He pulled himself back onto the couch.

"Need some water?" Scott offered him. Mike shook his head.

"I-I'm just confused…"

"Hm…?"

"Those names you chose. They're from a TV show, aren't they?" He guessed. "Do-Do you watch The Immortal and the Restless too?"

Scott nodded with a grin. "It's my favourite show!"

He pulled himself onto the couch as well. Michael put an arm around him and flipped channels to find it. Perhaps they weren't so different after all.

(The End)

[trashyswitch]

The Hierarchy of Tickle Monsters

Michael and Evan spend their afternoon playing like typical siblings...And then Michael finds out a funny little secret about his little brother. And their father is more than eager to share more about Evan's secret...Whatever gets the little boy laughing rather than crying.

This fanfic was suggested by Danipokemonlover on AO3, and an anonymous user. HEY DANI! ACCEPT MY GIFT, DAMMIT! Anyway, I hope you both enjoy!

1...

Evan was holding his golden Freddy bear, hugging it and fixing its bow. He loved this little bear like his life depended on it. It was about the only thing Evan felt safe with when it came to his father’s animatronics. He didn’t really understand his brother’s love for his Foxy mask…but he didn’t go around laughing at him for it…unlike his older brother, who usually makes fun of him for carrying his teddy bear around. 

Evan began to feel something hopping on his back, but tried to ignore it. 

“Oh! Hey Freddy!” His brother said in an over exaggerated low voice. 

Evan looked to his right to the sound, and widened his eyes when he saw the stuffed animal. “Bonnie!” Evan reacted, reaching out for the stuffy. 

“Ah ah ah.” He muttered, shaking his head and pulling it away from him. 

Evan whined. “Michael! Gimme him!” Evan whined. 

“If you take him, I can’t play with you.” Michael told him with a smile. 

Evan looked at Michael out of the corner of his eye, before grabbing his Freddy stuffy out from his arm. “Hi Bonnie. What are you doing?” Evan asked in his best Freddy voice as he turned to face Michael. 

Michael smiled and started to go along with Evan’s dialogue. “Looking for Chica. Have you seen him?” Bonnie (Michael) asked. 

“No, I haven’t. Have you checked the kitchen? I hear she loves to bake there.” Freddy (Evan) replied. 

Michael smiled. “No, actually. I didn’t think of that. I’ll check.” He started to ‘walk’ Bonnie away. When Bonnie had ‘walked’ a few feet away, he walked back to Freddy with his head down slightly. “She’s not there…” Bonnie told him, sounding disappointed. 

“She’s not?” Freddy clarified. “That’s weird. She loves the kitchen.” 

Bonnie nodded his head. “She’s not in there. Where else would Chica be?” Bonnie asked. 

“What about in the dining room? Is she getting the tables ready for the birthday kids?” Freddy asked. 

Bonnie shook his head. “I usually have to go through the dining room to get to the kitchen. And she’s not there.” Bonnie replied. 

Freddy nodded. “Maybe she’s off getting fixed by Uncle Henry.” Freddy (Evan) mentioned. 

Michael laughed a bit in his normal voice, before switching back to the Bonnie voice. “I’ll go check the workshop.” Bonnie offered, lifting up a plastic toy hammer. 

Evan laughed and shook his head. “Thehey don’t use hammers for robots!” Evan reacted. 

“They don’t?!” Bonnie reacted, looking at the toy hammer, and making the toy hammer look back at Bonnie. “Then can you explain why we heard hammering the other day?” Bonnie asked. 

Evan kept laughing, lowering his freddy doll and not even trying to talk in the Freddy voice anymore. “Dahahad wahas fihixing something in the garahahage!” Evan explained. 

“Oooooh! Fixing what?” Bonnie asked. “Fixing what, huh?” he asked, bringing the Bonnie stuffy closer. “Fixing a shelf? Fixing Foxy?” He brought Bonnie slightly closer. “Fixing the old clock that’s in the basement? Fixing WHAT?!” Bonnie asked next. 

Evan started doubling over, laughing a little bit harder as his imagination went wild with images of a cartoon version of his father, smashing the grandfather clock with a huge hammer. Every hit would make wood pieces and nails explode in every direction in a cartoony way, and miraculously always left his father unscathed by the debris. And then to make it even more funny, Michael grabbed a fake analog clock kids toy and made Bonnie started hammering it with the toy hammer, making dramatic smashing sounds. “BOOM, BOOM, BOOM- IS THIS WHAT HE WAS DOING?! BOOM BOOM!” Michael shouted rather loudly before going right to ‘causing a racket’. 

Evan finally fell over onto his side, just cackling and laughing away. And even when he tried to speak and add commentary, he just couldn’t because of how much he was laughing! 

“Ohoho my god, I knew I was funny, but man…Breathe, Evan!” Michael reacted. Even he himself couldn’t stop himself from laughing alongside him! 

“Ihihihi cahahan’t!” Evan told him. 

“Oh you can’t?” Michael asked with a smirk, walking up with the Bonnie stuffy. “You can’t?” He asked again, but in his Bonnie voice this time. “What’s making you laugh, Fredbear?” Bonnie (Michael) asked, bringing the stuffy’s face right close to Evan’s. “Is the invisible man tickling you again?” Bonnie asked next. 

Evan was getting all giddy and euphoric from the laughing fits by this point. “Nohohoho, hehehehe’s nohohohot.” Evan admitted. 

Michael smirked and tilted Bonnie stuffy’s head slightly. “Are you suuuure?” Then, Michael shoved Bonnie onto Evan’s chest and started wiggling it around, making fake nibble noises. “OMNOMnomnomnom. Omnomnomnomnomnom.” Michael teased. 

“eeEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE!” Evan laughed even louder and more high-pitched, kitty-fighting the Bonnie stuffy for a few moments. 

Then, Michael moved the stuffy away from his chest, and paused his nibbles. 

He went silent…

He took in a deep breath and quickly brought the stuffy’s face up to Evan’s stomach this time, shaking the stuffy again and making more nibble sounds. “Omnomnomnomnom.” Michael kept teasing and playing. 

“HEHEHEEEEEHEHEEEHEHEEE!” Evan laughed, kicking his feet and patting the stuffy’s head. 

He moved the stuffy away from his stomach with a short pause…another quiet moment…

A BIG breath…

Touchdown, crazy shaky-shakey, and- 

“OMNOMNOMNOMnomnomnomnom.” Michael teased. 

“HAHAHAHAHahahahaha! Mihihihichael plehehehehease!” Evan started to beg. 

Bonnie moved away from his stomach. “Yeeeesss?” Bonnie asked. 

“Ihihihit wahahas fuhuhuhunny behefore, but now Ihi’m tihired.” Evan told him. 

Bonnie stared at him for a good 10 seconds…before shoving Bonnie’s face into Evan’s neck. “Omnomnomnomnom. Good night kisses for the giant child. Omnomnomnomnomnom.” Bonnie (Michael) declared. 

Evan laughed and struggled to cover his face with his hands. “Nohohohoho, nohoho kihihihisses.” Evan tried to tell him. 

Bonnie gasped. “No kisses?!” He asked, surprised. “But kisses are the most wonderful forms of affection ever!” Bonnie reacted. 

“Ihihit’s ehembarrassihihihing.” Evan told Michael and the Bonnie toy. 

“Oh, kisses are embarrassing now?!” Bonnie reacted, before planting ‘kisses’ on his neck. “Mwah-mwah-mwah-mwah-mwah. Imagine what your mother would say if she heard you right now!” Bonnie reacted before giving Evan’s cheeks and neck plenty more ‘smooches’. 

“Mihihihihike plehehehehease!” Evan giggled. 

“Alright, alright.��� Michael replied, removing Bonnie from his face and placing him down. “Too much?” Michael asked. 

Evan looked at Michael for a couple moments before looking down, visibly unsure whether he should answer yes or no. “Ummm…” Evan started to say, before visibly blushing a bit more. “N-No…” Evan eventually replied. 

Michael smirked. “Really?” He clarified. “If it wasn’t too much, then why make me stop?” Michael asked. 

Evan looked up, huffing. “You’re being mean!” Evan argued. 

“I’m stating facts!” Michael reacted. “And the fact is, you like being teased.” 

Evan looked at him. “Well…Yeah.” He replied. 

“So you admit it?” Michael said with a smirk. 

“Admit what?” Evan asked. 

“That you like being teased.” Michael clarified. 

Evan nodded his head. “Yes.” 

Michael widened his eyes. “Oh my gosh…” Michael took off running out of Evan’s room, and out to the living room. “MOM! DAD! EVAN LIKES BEING TEASED!” Michael yelled. 

“Michael, we know.” His mom replied. 

“He likes being tickled too.” William added, flipping the newspaper page. 

Michael widened his eyes even more and dropped his jaw. 

Wait, WHAT?! 

“DAD!” Evan yelled. “WHY?!” 

William looked at Michael. “You didn’t know that?” William asked. 

Michael blinked and shook his head. “......No. I didn’t.” he admitted. 

William chuckled and looked back at the newspaper. “Alright. Have fun with that information.” He said before looking back at a portrait picture in the paper. 

Michael turned around and smirked at Evan. 

Evan’s eyes were wide while he stared at her, both scared and exhilarated by seeing Michael become all evil and mischievous. “M-Michael…” He muttered. 

“Michael?” He asked. “Who’s Michael?” He asked next with a smirk. “Y-You’re not-” “Me?” The boy asked. “Oh no no no, I’m not Michael.” He told him before starting to run towards him. “I’m the TICKLE MONSTER!” Michael shouted as he sprinted. 

Evan screamed with both fear and excitement, before he was picked up by Michael and carried back to Evan’s bedroom. “WAIT-WAHAHAHAIT!” Evan laughed. “MIHICHAEL-” 

“Go for the neck. He likes tickly kisses on the neck.” William told him from the living room. “DAHAHAD PLEHEHEASE!” Evan yelled before breaking out in squeaky giggles. 

The tickle monster (Michael) started playfully nibbling in Evan’s neck, focusing on holding Evan with his hands while nibbling all over the right side and back of his neck. “Omnomnomnomnom.” Michael playfully said.

Evan giggled and kicked his legs forward and backward. “Mihihihichahahael! Plehehehease!” Evan reacted. 

“I have no idea who this ‘Michael person’ is. I know who I am, but who’s Michael?” The tickle monster asked. 

“Hehehehe’s my brohohother!” Evan admitted. 

“Oooooh! How wonderful to hear! Tell me, kid: What’s he like?” The tickle monster asked with a smile. 

“Hehehehe’s sihihihilly!” Evan replied. 

“Oh he iiiiis? That’s good to know.” The tickle monster said. “If I ever meet this ‘Michael’ character, what’s something I should know about him?” The tickle monster asked Evan. 

“Hehehehe lohohoves Fohohoxyhyhy!” Evan told him. “Oh yeah? Does he like foxes too?” The tickle monster asked. 

“Ihihihi dohohon’t knohohow.” Evan replied. 

“I’ll give you a little hint…” The tickle monster leaned into Evan’s ear. “He does.” He whispered. 

Evan giggled and curled his neck to the side, covering up his ear with his shoulder as best he could. “Mihihike plehehehease, ihihit feheheels weheheheird.” Evan admitted. 

“Oh it feels weird?” The tickle monster reacted. 

“Yehehehess! Lihihike a wehehehet wihihillie.” Evan admitted. 

“Wet willie?!” The tickle monster rolled his eyes. “No no no.” Michael put his own index finger into his mouth, licked it and shoved it into Evan’s ear. “THIS-” Michael said, before twirling it around. “-is a wet willie.” Michael teased. 

Evan squeaked and started giggling and whining. “Eheheheewwww! Yohohohou’re grohohohoss.” Evan complained. 

Michael pulled out his finger and flapped his hands around. “Yeah, you’re right…I AM gross.” Michael admitted before putting Evan down. “I’m gonna wash my hands. Hold on…” Michael left the room and walked to the bathroom, turning on the tap the moment he reached it. He started to wash off his finger, rubbing soap on only the finger and rinsing it off. Then, he turned off the water and dried his hands off before leaving the bathroom. 

Michael walked out to the living room and sat down. “So you were right.” Michael said. “His neck is very ticklish.” Michael said. “You’re not a bad tickle monster.” William said. 

Michael smiled a bit. “Thanks, Dad.” 

William chuckled. “Just don’t forget about the best tickle monster within this house.” William added, folding up the paper. 

“You?” His wife clarified. “Says the most ticklish person in this house.” she added. 

“Wha- Meeee?! Noooo.” William muttered, biting his lip as he struggled to hide his growing blush. 

“A little reminder of the mini monster incident?” She said, looking at Michael. “When you and 8 year old Michael had a tickle fight for 20 minutes straight?” She reminded him. 

William narrowed his eyes at his wife. “That’s because he was refusing to give up.” William admitted. 

“And because you were ALSO refusing to give up.” She added. 

“Yeah! I’m not gonna let my 8 year old son beat me as the tickle monster around here.” William added. 

“Too afraid of Uncle Henry finding out?” Michael teased. 

William looked at Michael with a slight bit of nervousness. “W-Well…” He stuttered. “I…” 

“And teasing you about it?” Michael teased further. 

William narrowed his eyes at Michael. “Why would I be scared of Henry finding out you had ‘beaten’ me out as the tickle monster?” William asked. 

Mrs. Afton smirked. “Because of pride.” She replied. 

William looked at his wife with a warning expression on his face. 

“And because William’s 3 times more ticklish than Henry.” Mrs. Afton added before looking down at her book. 

William grumbled and crossed his arms, acting even more immature than Evan was capable of at this point. Michael had bursted out laughing at this point, while Mrs. Afton was giggling at her husband’s immaturity too. The truth is…Henry is more of a tickle monster than William is. He’s capable of tickling William till there’s no tomorrow. 

But in the hierarchy of tickle monsters, The lower part of the pyramid is Michael. Though he’s low right now, he’ll quickly rise to the top overtime. The middle part of the pyramid is William. Top of the pyramid in the Afton house, but overpowered by just one person…

The top of the pyramid…is Henry Emily. 

And he will remain that way up until the day he dies. 

And...this is it. This is the big finale. This is the last FNAF fanfiction I will ever upload about every FNAF character in the future. If the FNAF movie ends up being really good, then I may temporarily open up the fandom again for the movie...and then close it again once I experience burnout again.

The only exception to this, will be writing about 2 brothers...

That's right, I'm gonna start only writing fanfics for Sun and Moon. And if I end up properly watching it, I may even extend it to The Sun and Moon Show. But...we'll see what I have time for. I still have to finish The Mandela Catalogue...So...

[thefoxiestboy]

William Afton and Charles Lee Ray are the same goddamn person

I made a joke about this on my last art post but now I am here to back up my claims, and oh boy do I have evidence

We'll get the simple stuff out of the way first

Both are serial killers

Both of their main storylines began in the 80s (it's pretty widely agreed upon that William began killing in 1983 after the death of the Crying Child, and Chucky was first shot down and became a doll in 1988)

Both have had their souls either fused with or transferred into an inanimate object originally meant for children's entertainment (William's soul was fused to the Spring Bonnie suit (a mascot suit/animatronic) after he got springlocked, and Chucky transferred his soul into a Good Guy doll (a baby doll))

Both use children to fuel their quest for eternal life (William kills kids to gain access to remnant to fuel his research for eternal life for himself, and Chucky initially tries to use kids to be his new vessels but eventually began using them to further split his soul into more dolls so he can never truly die)

Both have died and come back to life multiple times

Both have said the line "I always come back"

Now that's already a lot of similarities but there's more

Both have accents (William has a British accent in the games and Chucky has a Jersey accent) (this isn't really that notable but still)

Both have killed their wife and turned them into what they are/would become (Not actually confirmed, but heavily implied that William killed his wife and made her into the animatronic Ballora, and Chucky killed his girlfriend, (later wife) Tiffany, and transferred her soul into the Wedding Belle doll)

Both have a biological child who has reluctantly helped them commit their crimes before later turning on them (in the movie, William's daughter Vanessa helps him cover up his murders and is going to help him kill Mike and Abby too but turns on him after befriending Mike and Abby. In Seed of Chucky, Chucky's kid, Glen, goes on an outing with him where they're forced to help Chucky kill people, but they later turn on him when he attempts to kill them and Tiffany)

Both have a biological child who has willingly helped them and then turned on them (in the games we learn that William's son, Michael, was sent to Circus Baby's at William's request to find Elizabeth and the others, and later Michael helps Henry set the last of the children's souls free and send William to his own personal hell in Pizza Sim. In Season 2 of Chucky, Chucky's kid, Glenda, kills people in order to help him escape from Tiffany while in Nica's body. Later when he continues to try and manipulate them, they realize that he's actually a douchebag that doesn't really care about them or Glen and ends up turning on him and helping the main kids of the show get rid of him)

Both have a biological child/children that were either born like them, or became like them (Elizabeth, William's daughter in the games, is killed by the animatronic Circus Baby, who she goes on to possess. (There's also the Crying Child who may be one of two spirits possessing Golden Freddy, but that's not confirmed) In Seed of Chucky we meet Glen, Chucky's biological doll child, who then becomes his biological human children Glen and Glenda, who then go back into their doll body and become Gigi at the end of Season 2 of the TV show)

Both have targeted one child that gained a larger vendetta against them than any other they've targeted (for William this would be Cassidy (The Vengeful Spirit/Golden Freddy) and for Chucky this would be Andy)

Both have also been tortured by the same child with the greater vendetta (Cassidy is the one who trapped William in Ultimate Custom Night, and were shown in Cult of Chucky that Andy managed to capture one of the Chuckys who he had been torturing since)

Both have had songs written about them (there's way too many Fnaf songs to count and plenty of them are about William. For Chucky there's the song Assault and Batteries by Ice Nine Kills)

So after all of that there's also one last crazy insane coincidence

Brad Dourif, the actor who voices Chucky and originally played Charles Lee Ray, played a role in the movie the Exorcist III. The Exorcist III was a movie that the real life murderer the Gainesville Ripper said inspired him to kill. The Gainesville Ripper then went on to be the inspiration for the movie Scream. Matthew Lillard starred in the movie Scream as one half of Ghostface. Matthew Lillard then later went on to play William Afton in the Fnaf Movie

I am losing my mind

Anyways, yeah they're the same man.

[pamithebunterfly2007]

The I.M.P Army

Probably this took me like a fucking week to make this as here it is and here are some characters you probably know or don’t know that’s in our army! Also here’s like a much darker and more demented version of the army:

My group:

Pami/Me, Gale Cumulus (Elemental),Vendetta (Making Fiends), Stan Marsh (South Park), Andy Angel (fbubsp1234), Veruca Salt (CATCF) Johnny “Nny” C (JTHM) Dib Membrane (Invader Zim), Victor Frankenstein (Frankenweenie), Mei Lee (Turning Red), The Warden (Superjail), Lincoln Loud (The Loud House), Pomni (TADC), Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Flippy (HTF) Tord (Eddsworld), and William Afton (FNAF).

@nicky-toony’s Group

Nicky, Noel, Nikki, Shawn, and Blaiden, The Dazzings (MLP EG), Kuromi (Sanrio), Jenny Wakeman (MLAATR), Kim Pine (Scott Pilgrim), Patrick, Pete, Joe, and Andy (FOB), and Kyoko, Sayaka, Mami, Homura, and Madoka (Puella Magi Madoka Magica).

And @gamerhyena33’s group:

HellHyena and Punk Monster, Mysterion and Professor Chaos (South Park), Shadow and Dark Sonic (Sonic the Hedgehog), Pizza Steve (Uncle Grandpa), Numbuh 1 (Codename Kids Next Door), Dexter (Dexter’s Laboratory), Zim (Invader Zim), and T.K.O (O.K K.O, Let’s be heroes).

All thanks and credit to @nicky-toony for giving me this awesome base!

[hallowtoon]

that uhhh comfort character meme but it's the weirdest fuckin' pairing of characters

[sassysophiabush]

[lee-the-eel]