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[kotikaleo]

Hello I am here again with a Fnaf related question.

Have you listened to any fan made songs? If so, what are some of your favorites?

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Hi!!!! (i recieved your previous ask just in case, I will answer it in a sec ;з

OKAY SO SONGS

I am pretty new to fandom and I definetly not grew up on it, so here is my song experience in choronolical order:

My first FNAF song

I found this song by pure accident - basically I lend a phone to a friend, she has prety toxic parents, and she donloaded a few songs, and I was never agains that, so just listened to whatever she listened to after she returned the phone, and I liked it. I still very much like it, but I wouyld be hard to call any of the song my to 1, they all are sooooo good!!!

Next one was this:

I think this song is a bit worse? in quality then the previous, the thing is, with some of the The Living Tombstone soings - they sound like a fanm songs. In a bad way. You could feel that the person wanted to put the meaning behind the words and that's why it doesn't rume as well, probably becasue of the lack of experience?

I am not saying it is bad, no no, never. I am just saying that no matter do you know that this is fan song or not, you can GUESS that this is a fan song. Ulike the "I hope you die in a fire"

Nexst one OBVIOUSLY

I listened to it after the movie, becasue SOMEHOW I watched movie knowing only the genneral gist of FNAF and only like... YEARS AFTER??? actually gettting into fandom??????? Somehow????????? So by the reaction of other people I knew that song is special and when I fanally got into fandom I listened to it.

Same as the song before, you can clearly hear and feel that this is a fan song, but same as the song above you can't say it's a bad song, but fun fact! I actually very like the goth version of that song!

This one

And now... My favourite.

I said that is very hard to pick up a favourite song, but I lied. THIS. This is the best one

As I said I never grew up on fnaf. It wan't my childhood, I wasn't there but... For some reason this song feels so close to me, and I feel endless PRIDE for this fandom and being a part of it. I even had an icon oif my persional accounts of that one artist girl who drew sexy Freddy XD (before I submited to Jayvic shenenigans XD but I think I will bring the fnaf artist girl back)

I absolutely love this song. I am not that good in rap or just singing to sing along it, but gosh I try every time

So yeah thius is my fanbd songs tier list: Fnaf kids at the top and the rest mentioned are sharing the second place XD

What about you 👀

[lesbianjudasiscariot]

[spinejackel]

What are dead man walking tornadoes? :O

it’s a multi-vortex tornado. i dont remember the tribe it originates from (i think it was cherokee), but there’s a native american legend…? saying? that goes “if you see a man in a tornado, you are about to die.”

the most infamous shot of a dead man walking tornado hit jarrell, texas in 1997

it did so much damage to the town it caused the scale that tornados are measured by, the fijita scale, undergo revisions, and it made anchoring buildings in the tornado alley region pretty much mandatory. (it took the entire town off the map. only those who had taken shelter outside of the town or in underground bunkers survived.)

two more examples of dead man walking tornadoes looking like a person are a tornado from 2011 that hit cullman, alabama

and a tornado from 1975 that hit xenia, ohio

edit: it has been brought to my attention that the native american “legend” part of this post was a rumor spread by a documentary.

i have been asked to remove it, but i believe in letting my errors stand because i’m not perfect. i make mistakes

[clownowo]

been replaying the Portal series I think this is where its heading

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[misstoodles-doodles]

Bad Batch Sketch Page #1

I filled a whole canvas with sketches because my brain won’t stop thinking up stuff

✨Featuring✨:

Tech and Crosshair content because I’m SAD ABOUT THEM

RIP Hunter and his concussion and probably a stab wound

ProTECHtive Tech

Brother Drama™️

Echo’s near death experience and zinger number 132425226

Echo and Cross Sass

Big bro Wrecker who has my whole heart

Bandana-less Hunter because I said so + Baby Omegaaaaaaa

Bonus full unedited page+ B&W version :

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x06 - “The Message Hidden Within the Pattern” ↳ "Vi. You've been quite a curiosity. The one who captured Caitlyn's heart."

[stark-lord]

DEAD BOY DETECTIVES (2024)

1.05 - The Case of the Two Dead Dragons

Or,

Edwin. I saw that.

[illithiddies]

ZERO HESITATION

[kitsunecrows]

all at once, everything looks different

now that i see you 🪺🪽

[gnawgag]

it’s their’s to burn

sharing a cigarette with joan of arc - dante émile ( @orpheuslament ) // photography by brendon burton

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Never gonna live that down.

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[inkskinned]

People like you piss me off. First of all it's WOMEN. WOMEN WOMEN WOMAN. YOu can say the word it doesn't stop it from being real. Do you have a uterus? You are a WOMAND and you always will be.

anyway here's my paypal link if anyone wants to help a womand cover grocery costs

[54prowl]

think of a huge dumb idiot best friend who just manhandles you, curls his hand into your hair to pull you flush to his big warm chest as he comforts you, regaling you with a funny story that you can feel his laugh from his chest straight to your cheek. someone who can just lift and drop you off to move you out of the way, holding his hand behind him when walking in a crowd so you wouldn't get lost or crushed. just a big hunk of a man. and you're just friends. nothing sexual, nothing more than that. the casual intimacy is enough. until it isn't. aaaaa aaaaa aaaaaaa aaaa aaaaaaa

[l3viat8an]

Nsfw!

Thinkin’ rough sex with what in ‘hell’ is bad Satan~

Satan just can’t control himself when you’re mad at him. Grabbing you by the hips and pulling you against his chest, pushing his lips to yours and pushing his tongue into your mouth. Even better if you try to bite his tongue, that’ll just have him moaning for more.

Satan ripping your clothes away and not caring about any of it, he just desperately needs your skin touching his.

Pushing you back onto the bed and thrusting so hard into you, the bed creaks and you cry out, encouraging you to him him for it.

Slap him, harder, again, again harder, come now, he knows you can hit harder then that!! He wants you to hit him harder, not only does it feel so good when you do, it gives him a reason to be rougher and manhandle you even more.

Satan flipping you over so he can bite your shoulder, hard. slapping your ass and rubbing his hand over the mark laughing, while telling you how good his handprint looks on you. or gripping your ass and pulling you into him as he thrusts forward. pulling your hair and asking you who you belong, only loosening his grip when he hears his name falling from your lips.

Satan pulling out so he can cum all over your back, just to have the satisfaction of seeing you covered in his cum as you’re both panting, trying to collect yourself….Satan making sure that you catch you breath, just for a moment because obviously one round isn’t enough-

I mean he hasn’t had enough of you yet~