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An unstarted project: Rupert and the Misfits

Just a few months back, I came up with an idea for a FNAF fangame called Rupert and the Misfits. Since I lack coding ability and the money to hire a team at the moment, this game probably won't go into production for another year or two. The premise of the game is subject to change but so far it was a 14-night game, each night averaging about 7-8 minutes. The storyline follows two protagonists, Melanie (the night shift worker) and Leon (the dayshift worker) trying to piece together what's wrong with the animatronics at the restaurant while surviving their shifts.

The restaurant The Misfit's Dine & Drink is geared towards older teens and young adults. It gives them a place to be themselves and feel represented and empowered while enjoying a nice meal, entertainment, and even making a friend or two. The animatronics not only play in a band but also do interactive events such as comedy or D&D nights and when they aren't providing entertainment on stage, they're roaming around the building and interacting with patrons. They're programmed for a more mature audience and are allowed to operate with a limited set of rules as to how they should behave. However, they are always respectful to patrons unless rudeness is deserved and aren't allowed to harm patrons unless the restaurant or the animatronics themselves are in danger.

If more people show interest, I'll gladly go into more detail about how the game itself works, but for now, I'll just talk about the main animatronics! There isn't any concept art for them yet and probably won't be for a while, but I'll open up asks about the game if people are interested!

Rupert: She's a fennec fox and the main vocalist of, well, Rupert and the Misfits! They have more of a rough and self-centered personality, wanting to be the center of attention most of the time. However, they are fine with sharing the spotlight with her bandmates every once and a while. Unlike the other members of the band, she has a two-toned voice which means that when she talks normally, she can speak in both a male and female pitch. When they sing, they have the ability to sing songs that require duets all by themself. To fit with their design as a fennec fox, she has sensitive hearing that allows her to stay on pitch with the music they're singing so they're always on pitch and in tune.

Osmo: He's a raccoon and the bassist of the band and overall the most chaotic of the group. Patrons sometimes joke around saying that he lacks any common sense because there have been times where he has gotten in trouble with the staff for attempting to set things on fire just because he's bored. Much like Rupert, he is a bit rough in nature and enjoys teasing patrons or just messing around with them, but he's really a softy at heart! Despite his more rough personality, he's a gentle person in reality and knows his limits and when to leave certain patrons be.

Oswald: He's a quokka and the drummer of the band as well as the gentle giant of the group. Oswald also has the ability to play woodwind/brass instruments thanks to a tube built into his throat that can extend and blow into an instrument if needed. While most of his other bandmates are more outgoing and don't mind breaking a rule or two for the sake of having some harmless fun, Oswald is more laid back and would rather go with the flow and watch from the sidelines than engage in the shenanigans himself. Rather than causing trouble when he's not performing, Oswald prefers starting meaningful conversations with patrons, ranging from simple small talk to deep almost therapeutic conversations.

Spencer: He's a calico cat and the guitarist for the band. Like Oswald, he also has a function where he has a tube in his throat that allows him to play woodwind/brass instruments. Despite being more reserved, he's the most active with interacting with patrons and will often flirt with anyone he deems can handle it without things getting strange. The staff has specific outfits picked out for each animatronic, but Spencer often refuses to wear the outfits chosen for him and will take the more punk outfits and switch them with more feminine clothing. He's in charge of D&D nights and comedy sets and though he can often be quiet, he more than makes up for it in stage presence!

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I love you and only you

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horrible ratman moodboard

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Love this professor Potato🥔🤓

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my lord i had forgott the Fart

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The transition from childhood to teenage came to me with the transformation of phrases into sentences. 'Trust people' became 'Trust people only if they have earned it.' 'Be kind' turned into 'Be kind to those who deserve it, not to those who seek to take advantage of your kindness.' 'Help people' is now 'Help people but be careful of why they ask for your help.'

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HELP I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED IT TO MY SIDE BLOG WHAT IS THIS-

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c l i c k you coward. CLICK for quality

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I dont know anything about this fandom BUT THIS LOOKS FASCINATING

Teaser for my Steddie fic <3

Edward Munson died in the Upside Down. He had died fighting for Dustin, Steve, the kids, and all of Hawkins, or at least that's what the tombstone in the cemetery would say. The kids and Steve mourned him, of course, but Steve couldn't help but think of the fact they had left Eddie's body in the sickening grossness that was the Upside Down. He thought about it so frequently, in fact, that he tended to fantasize about Eddie still being alive, sitting next to him, talking with him, kissing him hanging out with him and the kids. Robin had tried to snap him out of it, but some nights he could swear that he had seen the signature curly dark hair and wide brown eyes that belonged to Eddie, although the eyes were sunken in a bit and faded, and the hair was more mussed than he'd remembered. Sometimes, he thought he could catch a glint of light on the rings Munson always wore. Surely he was seeing things, as Robin told him. That had changed when he'd felt someone, no something....a presence in his room late at night. Hot breath fanned over the span of the junction between his neck and shoulder, and he felt a strong clawed hand gripping his arm and holding him in place. Immediately he looked up and was met with those same wide, brown, tired-looking eyes that he had looked at only months ago. There were animalistic fangs at his neck, like something out of a movie, and Steve assumed he was having some weird, convoluted, emotional dream about a dead guy he was in love with friends with. It was fine, right?

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(photos by Bill Watterson and an octopus)

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eye tried

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the only time i drew teeth properly

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For anyone scrolling down my blog or their feed where my posts show up, heads up for 2 creepy drawings. I put TWs on them but just in case, scroll past them :')

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a more recent creepy lad