#scott cawthon dsaf

[raspberry-vinaigrette]

dialtown fans i NEED you to hear me out. im not even super into this game but what if i beamed scott from dayshift at freddy's into this game. and then we had the worst polycule ever. discuss.

(if you're curious about details on my dialtown scott for some reason [thank you] i sent an ask to a mutual about my idea here or you can just send me asks/questions about him. he's more loose concepts than an entity rn but he's fun. and also i love scott)

[officialdavemillerimagines]

First post!! So excited!

[rhineposting]

Scott Cawthon.

The man so beloved they wouldn't let him die.

Re-making hundreds in a crude caricature of his image.

Would he weep, had he known his name and legacy would become such a burden?

[ashiiuou]

"Welcome to Freddy Fazbender's Pepperonerie, a magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life! -...We do have to ask that you pay no mind to the strange employees in the back."

[scarecrow-carousel]

Ended just how you started

[therotconsumed]

planned to use this for something big, but for now just wanna post this one

[nicolaz-stimz]

i return once again to request a steven stevenson (dsaf) board with plushies and 90’s/00’s tech if possible :3

“I am Scott Cawthon, your manager. And you, employee, are fired.”

Steven Stevenson // DSAF

[breadstickz1]

I’m in spring Bonnie brainrot hell

[dayshift-confessions]

we need to talk MORE about abel and scott . oh my doomed yaoi

:o

[the-acid-pear]

Honestly DSaF Scott is so tragic to me because for what we know he really was a lovely charismatic guy who loved his job but his identity got absolutely torn apart by the actions taken after he was gone. It's a bit of a "came back wrong" situation when you think of it because they keep trying to bring him back but they just can't manage. It's sad.

[raspberry-vinaigrette]

if anyone here is into scott/abel yall should tune in on my new multichap fic about them. if you want :)

[astar-and-astorm]

HI, IT’S BEEN LIKE… FOREVER, BUT

TW: BLOOD

HAVE MY STEVEN FANART

IT’S BASED ON AN RP I DID YESTERDAY

[rhineposting]

"I am Scott Cawthon, and you are?"

(short story about Scott 01_01 meeting one of the Phone Guys. Not sure what else is there to say besides that I was very inspired by dsaftales "Nothing" and this gorgeous drawing of Scott Prime)

Something began to stir, an ominous rumble echoing through the vast space, faintly lit up by a pale light coming from seemingly nowhere and everywhere all at the same time. No walls to be found in any direction for miles ; only an old, wooden floor that seemed to stretch past the horizon into eternal darkness. Aside from that, there was nothing that could have moved or made any sounds, and yet, it did. It writhed mindlessly, louder and louder until finally, that nothingness burst : violently birthing a groaning, wheezing wet blob of wires onto the floor - a puddle of something best left unnamed and undescribed forming around it as it continued pouring from the wound in the nothingness for a while. There should have been no air to transfer the sound of it trickling, spreading everywhere and yet…

One arm was abruptly extended from within the formless mass. Fingers twitched as an invisible force tugged at it’s wrist, similarly to how one would have tugged at a knot on a string of yarn in hopes of untangling it. In no time, another arm followed ; then a leg, then a torso, another leg and finally a head - encased in featureless plastic and metal. Though it had neither a mouth or a nose, the form through means inexplicable (incomprehensible, even) took a deep, deep breath. Cold air filled it’s aching lungs, the sensation somehow simultaneously refreshing and numbing, it’s wet fingers slipping slightly over the wooden tiles. Weak, barely conscious, it would have surely fallen over, plastic-cage first into the floor, were it not for something suddenly pulling it upwards, straightening it’s posture. A sharp pain shot from it’s spine, and the mass let out a choked up cry.

“Here, here. Let me help you up, put you back together…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry about all of this.”

Warm, calloused hands began gently wiping away the wet grime from the plastic and the flesh connected to it, tenderness of it oddly familiar to the mass : now slowly taking shape of a man, clad in jeans and a blue shirt. Above it all, like a poor mockery of a crown, stood a black, scratched up rotary phone where a head of flesh and bone ought to have been. Then, and only then did he became aware of being conscious - as if experiencing the entirety of the evolution of sapience in the span of five seconds. Startled, just like anyone else would have been in his place, the man jumped away.

“A-Ah, who are you?!” he stammered out, at the same time looking around - despite not having any eyes, so to speak of. “W-Where am I? What is this??”What - or more so, who - stood before the man was another man. His suit, well taken care of in spite of age, was a blue so bright it appeared to have been painted onto the man…Much like the rest of the man himself, really : his presence radiant and warm, contrasting greatly against the cold darkness surrounding them.He too, had a phone for a head - a relic, the casing still made out of wood, the visible metal parts ever so slightly rusted at the edges. Yet, between the two of them, the younger model looked almost crude, with all it’s scratches, stains and other marks of wear and tear when facing the older one : regal, well maintained, having visibly been loved.

“I am Scott.” the man in blue extended one hand in greeting towards him. “I’m so happy to meet you.”

(READ THE REST ON AO3 HERE)

[fazbenders-finest]

Hey, Steven: There's a homeless man with a Nokia head and "fuckface" written on it. Shouldn't you do something about it?

"I am aware, yes. He comes by every now and then for a free pizza. He lives in a dumpster down the street, to my knowledge."

[fagbearentertainment]

thought about dayshift at freddys too long…

[therotconsumed]

furryfied scott design belongs to @bunnys-burgers-are-the-best (still aren't)

abel deserves some hug