#sb series

[quackysmackk]

So I had this cute idea..

Maybeeee I’ll start a series I dunno, we shall see

Here —> Part 2

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

would the fairy boys like peanut butter and apples?

Oh sure! They quite like them!

oh-

looks like some got on Sunny's face-

oh thank you, Moony!

[shellstudios]

All the things that keep me living happily.

[snappl3]

Can u draw a adult cassie like how u drew a adult gregory a while ago? (Sorry about my terrible english,and not forcing btw)

One thing I see I mistake with Cassie is drawing her skin color correctly. ☠️

[chloesimaginationthings]

sorry if you’ve already been asked, but what’s your favorite FNaF game?

I’m a “Pizza Simulator” truther, it’s just the best one, though I’ll be honest “Help wanted 2” has really risen through the ranks for me, its probably my second favourite (that might update if the DLC pops off)

Sister location and FNAF 2 are close behind, they were OG faves

[castercassette]

Far from home

[biblically-accurate-dca]

for dca fandom members specifically: have you played and completed security breach?

when i say "complete" i specifically mean "played through it at least once and got to 6am", whether you got all the endings and/or achievements is irrelevant to the question

another additional note is that if you've played other fnaf games but haven't completed those then that still counts as you playing them and you can answer yes to that!

no shame towards anyone who hasn't played the games! this is just to see what the general statistics are among everyone here

please reblog for a larger sample size! thank you ♡

[icedmetaltea]

Anybody remember that angel/demon au I played around with a while ago?

Neither do I

He's grown some new feathers, but I don't think he's an angel anymore

Original boi below for comparison bc I am mcfucking PROUD of myself okayyyy

[phrogggslayer]

Pat Pat supremacy /srs

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PATPAT SUPREMACYYYYYY!

Lmao also thank you for the ask. You killed my art block!

[dasketcherz]

When you’re lost in the darkness, Look for the light

[secondbeatsongs]

hey genuine question

are these subtitles like?? censored for some reason? or do they actually not say shit or fuck in this episode

[chipistrate]

Because it could never get out.

I think about Candy Cadets story a normal amount....

Cassie and Gregory having a sleepover when Cassie catches Gregory having a tier five Boy Moment™ with zero context

[commander-spaceboy]

behold vs. first car accident who treats that poor cat better

[rainbow-wolf120]

StoryShots fanfic promo pt 3!! (Extra late)

I had a piece for this actually, but I never bothered to finish it and now it's outdated.

So Boom!! New artwork for an old fic just for y'all <3

This is Melvin and Blu/Philbert btw :3

Lore, hcs, etc below:

Okay, I can't really call this a 'new' one because the fic's been out for over a year now (yikes)

But this is Melvin and Blu! (His real name is Philbert, but I wrote the fic before knowing it so he's Blu now)

Melvin is the orange StoryBot that appears in the intros of both ATS and SAT. I named him Melvin because it was quite literally a Captain Underpants reference </3

(I also heard rumors that it's his actual name now?? I don't know but THE NAME WAS MINE! I CREATED IT /silly)

Blu (or Philbert) is that blue StoryBot that periodically appears in both ATS and SAT. They work in the same department

[This is explained in the note of the story but idk who reads that (or this)]

World building! The Answer Department is in two sections. The Upstairs and Downstairs. There's a lot of questions so it makes sense.

Blu works Upstairs with Hap, his assistants, the Answer Teams, and Rose (who makes an appearance)

Melvin works Downstairs with Hub and Bub (who don't make an appearance) and the computer / technically less direct StoryBots

Blu is one of Hap's assistants and part-time inventor. He's not a fan of his job, but it pays sorta well.

Melvin is a receptionist. He handles phone calls, emails, basically whatever his boss is screaming about him now. He loves his job and is overly optimistic

A sun and a moon! Peak ship dynamic.

I love these two a lot. Sadly, it's the same boat as FrankAda where they don't interact ever, so I have very little content </3

I may write another fic with them. I love them enough

(Yes, both of these characters have little to no personality. But is that even surprising???)

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Piss Baby

Warnings: something that i've been thinking of, we all know he's not equipped to even take care of a baby boy, soldier boy freaking out, someone please help him, fluff

Words: 978

Summary: Soldier Boy's early days of figuring out how the fuck to be a 'girl dad'.

"Oh GOD DAMNIT!!" Soldier Boy yells and immediately hands the crying baby he'd been trying to comfort to his little son.

Homelander rolls his eyes and takes your tiny body with ease. Tenderly wiping the throw up from your pudgy chin, Homelander worries that someone as small and weak as you were would survive in the house with Soldier Boy. The man almost tossed you across the room when you pissed on him during a diaper change.

This was not what Soldier Boy signed up for. He continues to curse out Vogelbaum and Edgar and everyone for dumping this pissing, shitting, THING! He was supposed to be out stopping crime, not hastily washing baby vomit off of him for the fourth time that day.

Damn Vogelbaum for suggesting you would fair better in an actual home with your actual blood family than the way Homelander had been raised. It was all well and fine for him to grow up in a lab surrounded by scientist. But no. Vogelbaum stated that perhaps that was the problem, why Homelander tend to possess a vacant fake smile.

Why had they not adopted her out?

Soldier Boy wasn't cut out for raising babies. Raising Homelander was pushing it. Johann pushed Homelander into Soldier Boy's home when he was three years old. Well out of the newborn stage.

Returning to the nursery room, he finds Homelander rocking you in his arms. No screaming or crying or throwing up. You looked at peace in your older brother's arms. "How come with me she's always screaming her fucking head off?" He grumbles and plops down on the rocking chair. His son catches him muttering something about a 'fucking piss baby'.

Homelander pursed his lips, wanting to glare at his father but choosing instead to gaze down at your serene face. Your face was still wet from your own tears, but the stress lines were gone. He leans in to kiss your forehead before offering you once again to Soldier Boy.

Scowling, Soldier Boy tries to wave him off. "Nah. I've had enough of her."

"But Johann said she needs skin to skin contact-"

"Johann doesn't know shit. You do it if you think its so important."

"The dad has to do it." Homelander persists. "For bonding."

"For fucks sake. We've bonded enough already! Pretty sure I've never let a broad throw up all over me. And if I did at least she made up for it by-"

"DAD!"

That's enough to give Soldier Boy a pause. Homelander rarely called him 'dad' or 'father'.

His face was starting to redden, holding you closer to his chest. "YOU have to be the one to do this. She needs you more than she needs me. You're her dad. Whether you like it or not."

A flare of indignation has Soldier Boy rising to his feet. If you weren't in his arms, Homelander was certain Soldier boy would have smacked him across the face for such insubordination.

Defiantly, Homelander holds down his glare and gently shoves you into Soldier Boy's chest. Reluctantly, his hands securely hold you.

Homelander steps back and eyes his dad. "I have homework to finish." He turns on his heel and stomps out of the room.

"Fucking kid." Soldier Boy grumbles and sits back down in the rocking chair. Awkwardly he removes his shirt while juggling you in his arms, making sure your pathetic neck didn't snap. Removing your onesie and leaving you in your diaper, Soldier Boy carefully places you onto his chest like you're some kind of bomb.

"There. Happy now?" He watches your tiny fists grab at his chest hair before unclenching and moving to clumsily grip onto his bare skin. The contours of your face scrunch and he fears for a moment that you're about to cry again.

You settle though and Soldier Boy is able to relax his tense muscles. He leans his head back and closes his eyes. Fatherhood had been a cruel bitch to him so far. There were nights where he was tempted to put your crib outside. Homelander was a much better father figure.

Then he felt it.

Your little heartbeat thumping against his chest, almost matching the own rhythm of his cardiac muscle.

He cracks open an eye to look down at you. Your head was still misshapen (something Vogelbaum said was normal with newborns) and squishy looking, but he supposed you were getting cuter. Soldier Boy opens his other eye to really get a good look at his offspring.

When you let out a soft coo, something in his brain chemistry just. . . snapped into place.

Were babies always this small?

You were too small, right? Small and weak and needing of protection.

His protection.

Sitting up a bit more, he lays a tentative hand on your back. You make that cute noise again that has his wretched heart melting. Right now it was just the two of you in that yellow painted room.

Soldier Boy and his little girl.

His throat constricts at that thought. His little girl.

You weren't what he wanted. But. . . He couldn't deny the tender song his heart started to beat to when he gazed down at you. Soldier Boy hated everything about you and fatherhood. You were messy and annoying and ruined what 'dates' he could bring to the house. He didn't know how Countess and the others found you 'utterly adorable'. Even fucking Noir held you with ease without you crying or vomiting.

Now he saw it.

You were his cute daughter. His cute, messy and annoying daughter that he would fucking die for. And there wasn't much Soldier Boy would willingly die for.

"I'll even kill for 'ya, kid." Soldier Boy smiles to himself. "Just tell me who and I'll do it. No questions asked."

You gurgle and it makes his smile widen.

His little piss baby.

[avichor]

interacting and writing with people here is a two way street and i’ve noticed a lot of the times that people who complain about nobody writing with them, are the ones not putting forth any effort to initiate nor maintain interactions. why is the burden put on someone to reply to your messages or content expeditiously if you do not do the same? i’m genuinely tired of the victim complex people set up for themselves here and i won’t entertain it anymore