#wind-the-music-box

[askafton85]

"..... Every time I turn around, there's more of you... Are you sure you aren't ACTUALLY a rabbit of some kind?"

We do seem to be multiplying like crazy… there were more of “mes” than I thought, too.

but uh, I’m pretty sure I’m human.

[lettherebemonsters]

Poppy sits down with an empty plastic tea cup.

☕

"Get it all off your chest."

" Believe me, if I could get this damn thing off I would."

[the-haiku-bot]

Dear God I hope you’re

ready for Freddy. We got

like 20 of ‘em.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

Never EVER say this around FNAF Freddy Fazbear..

[ghouljams]

(cw flexible!ballerina!reader, minor foot fetish, Ghost's down bad)

It's easy to find himself in the mirrored studio. Big man in a little chair, the only one quiet enough to hear the soft piano under the whispered chatter of the moms on either side of him. It's just enough for him to hear the little padded feat that prance along behind you as you have them cross the floor in little pas de bourees and short hopping leaps. You clap your hands with the music, smiling and waving your hands to try and coax the shier girls forwards. You in your loose pants and fitted shirt that if Ghost could see the bottom of he'd swear must be a leotard. God he wants to see the bottom of it, wants to see the cut of your legs through the fabric, smell the sweat of your skin and lick along the seams.

Instead he waves silently at his little girl when she grins at him and returns the gesture with a much more enthusiastic flap of her hand. It's enough to make you step forward --and God just watching you walk is like an art, your feet stepping toe-heel in a gentle rolling motion that seems to leap across the polished wood like rubber balls, weightless-- and gently turn the little girl's attention back to class. It's a mistake that you bend at the waist to redirect his girl to the lesson, must be. Waving your ass for him like a cat in heat, he wonders how flexible you are, how far he could bend you in half before you cried uncle.

You settle on the floor to lead the girls through some mid-class stretching, and the way you sweep your legs out to either side of you and press your chest to the floor makes Ghost's head spin. The muscles in your legs flex, your knees turned out, and your feet pointed. If his girl is doing the same he doesn't notice. His eyes follow the length of you, checking the edge on the blade that's pressed itself to his throat and stop at the pink slippers on your feet.

The straps the crisscross the top of your foot dig pleasantly into your bare foot, and your foot curves beautifully into a perfect arch. He's never seen anything like it, subconsciously he tries to curl his toes to match and feels his eye twitch at the ache of his work boots interference. He wants to slip off the slipper and see how you do it, hold your foot in his hand and trace the lines of your arch with his tongue. If he could just kiss the knob of your ankle maybe he could drag his lips higher. The bend of your knee, the flex of your adductors, the swell of your-

He clears his throat and crosses his ankle over his knee, adjusting for the growing hardness between his legs. The stiff starch of his work pants only does so much to cover it.

The little feet start pattering across the floor, ballet slippers softening the noise even as the mirrors covering the walls echo it through the space. One of the moms to his side asks him a question and he grunts in response, eyes trained on the soft sweeping roll of your feet as you rise up into releve.

He wonders how far he'd have to bend you to make sure his come hit your face when he was done fucking his cock between those perfect arches.

[micsmasmuses]

@wind-the-music-box asked : "........ I'm really sorry about the whole 'trying to kill you' thing.... In my defense, I thought you were somebody else."

Poppy to Michael

He looks over to the other while raising a brow at them. He can’t help but sigh, he already knows who… he tries so hard to not look like him.

“I look that much like him huh?”

[nightmarereverie]

San Francisco Music Box Company, “Promise Of Love” Music Box

[kawaiichibiart]

Hello, yes, I need more cards where the characters interact with their younger selves.

I want more of this please:

[blondebrainpowered]

GIF by BoomUnderground

[askafton85]

ooo I like that one

filicide is a stupid word it should be removed from all dictionaries and forgotten.

[architectureenthusiast]

Luke Holts' voice is so smoothing, like I'm fully in love with his voice.

Thunder Bringer is my new favourite just because of him

[runawaycarouselhorse]

[stardust-in-my-mind-blog]

when I find you

there is something that happens in the presence of a beloved

a space with lanterns of so many hues

it feels like your heart has wings

and the light is soft and bright all around you

in sweet solitude one can find entire galaxies

softly haloing around you with soft glows of invitation

like the midsummer night surrounded my fireflies

like a sword that turns your heart to ice and stone

making you just useless for anyone else

trust is not the truth of righteousness

it is a crystal that slows in darkness

it is a peace that harmonizes and harbors you

copper and jewel windchimes hanging from branches

while you walk hand in hand in a blooming forest

it's looking up and seeing seven hawks in one sky

literally had that happen a few days ago

it's surprising when things work out right all in a row

sometimes you forget how to keep a treasure

and don't learn how to cherish it until you break it

and have to learn how to fix it and wind it slowly

even if you're impatient for the music in the box to play

what happens when someone looks at you in a million pieces

and it doesn't make them want to smile or run away

what happens when everything begins fitting together

I'm a tailor so I'm used to designing my own way

with a needle and thread that don't take up much space

and do well to keep everything together and allow movement

when things just softly fit I'm not used to it

kids are chaos and absolutely destroy everything

but it doesn't matter because they have pure hearts

I'm waking up from a sad dream to find myself

exactly where I always wanted to be

and you're looking at me

and it fucking scares me to death by the way

[lettherebemonsters]

I think Hulks just consider themselves as not-exactly human. Unlike mutants and I humans they've always been outcasts.

Even Red Hulk's been treated badly for being a Hulk and the Avengers hate him even if he works his butt off to redeem himself.

It definitely doesn't help that Hulks are very difficult to get close to. They're kind of wild, grumpy and unpredictable.

One running gag I love in comics is how the Hulks are piss-awful at coming up with codenames (hence why there's She-Hulk, Savage She-Hulk, Red She-Hulk, Red Hulk, Totally Awesome Hulk, Son of Hulk etc.)

It's so bad that everyone just defaulted in calling Red Hulk 'Hulk' and he's like ' fuck it guess I'm just Hulk now.'

[nightmarereverie]

Anna Rosa, Kitten Music Box ❤︎₊ ⊹

[ask-forgotten-golden-freddy]

Stealthily approaches the sleeping bear and replaces his top hat with a Santa hat

An eyesocket opens and an eye blinks to life shortly after

"...I've never considered how big that hat is compared to you." He chuckles, a hand reaching up to feel the Santa hat

"Ah, Merry Christmas Poppy!"