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Happy Kringlefuckmas

here have a transparent kringlefucker to spead holiday cheer all up over your blog

Merry “Almost” Christmas!

catching up on fnaf lore (i am retaining nothing)

daydreaming about making home in your rib cage btw. if u even care

Something about FNAF 3 and Fazbear Frights taking place in 2023 in our current social media landscape

here's some diagrams of my springbonnie/springtrap design because people seem to like it a lot! : D

You know, an interesting tumblr transformation that's happened gradually, and which I've seen no one talk about: ask-culture has essentially dropped off to nothing.

By which I mean, asks used to be WAY more of the tumblr economy. They used to be more common to send, and receive, and see. They were integral to the collaborative, forum-like behavior of old tumblr communities, not even to speak on the HUGE number of ask-blogs that used to exist to only be interacted with in ask-form.

I'm not saying this in a vying-for-attention way but instead in an observational way: I used to get way way more asks in like 2015, even with a fraction of my follower count. I wonder if it's due to the homogenization of social media sites? There's a lot more of this divide between "content creator" and "consumer" instead of just a bunch of peer blogs who would talk to each other. "Asks" aren't really a thing on twitter, are they? And as I understand it, the closest thing to an "ask" on instagram or tiktok would be a creator screenshotting some comment and responding to it in a new reel or video or whatever those content mediums are. Are asks just too tumblr-specific? Is that aspect of the site culture dying out as more and more people converge to using all their social media sites in the same way?

My two ocs I made for a Your Boyfriend Game AU i call a "The remnant of a memory" might post what their peter looks like as well. but he's not that cool looking.

Left is their design from 2021

Right is from Oct. 19th

They're twins, btw lol

might post about their au on my alt

@gh05tdr34m5

the pfp is the twin in the sweater, fun fact!

Roxy: i desperately want to read fanfiction but the fanfiction i specifically want does not exist n the world,,,,so i now have to write fanfiction which is fine but no it's fuckin not bc i wanna read it

Okay, something kinda weird, I don't think I've seen anyone talking about this yet, but I was looking for stuff on the welcome home page and decided to check the "so below" one

I noticed that the page was longer than it usually was, so I scrolled down, and this showed up.

I clicked it, and it gave me an audio that was shaking really badly with the transcript being this

[There is no dialogue. Only sounds of Home creaking, groaning, banging, or squeaking. ...Morse code?]

The page is titled 'Neighbor'

I can't screen record it to put the audio on here, but i don't know if this was already found or not, but could someone find it again and decipher it if it is morse code?

The gangs all here!

The gangs all here!

Okay, something kinda weird, I don't think I've seen anyone talking about this yet, but I was looking for stuff on the welcome home page and decided to check the "so below" one

I noticed that the page was longer than it usually was, so I scrolled down, and this showed up.

I clicked it, and it gave me an audio that was shaking really badly with the transcript being this

[There is no dialogue. Only sounds of Home creaking, groaning, banging, or squeaking. ...Morse code?]

The page is titled 'Neighbor'

I can't screen record it to put the audio on here, but i don't know if this was already found or not, but could someone find it again and decipher it if it is morse code?

what artists dont tell you is that every compliment is actually 100 compliments because they'll go back to re-read it 100 times and it'll make them feel fuzzy all over again every single time

what’s that noise.

found the killer post again bc i lost it

FEMA is doing an emergency alert test on all TVs, radios, and cell phones on October 4, 2023, at approximately 2:20pm ET.

If you live in the US and you have a phone you need to keep secret for any reason, make sure that it is turned off at this time.

Yes, I'm doing this months in advance, and yes, my blog has very little reach, but I figure better to post about it more than less.

Please reblog and add better tags than mine, I'm bad at tags.

today is not my birthday

OKAY EVERYONE

HOME FROM WELCOME HOME IS HOT OKAY??!!

Thank you for listening <3

kiss me when i remember i can animate anything

THIS IS SO CUTEEEEEEE BROOO

"Ah, your soft little heartbeat..." Without warning, Springtrap leans down. He'd been sitting up next to you, but now his face passes yours, lowering to right under your neck. His head gently stops its motion, pausing for a moment, before it slowly lowers to touch your chest. The side of his head rests against you, his eyes closing. There's light whirring from the mechanisms inside of him as he adjusts his shoulder to keep it from crushing yours. The synthetic fur on his cheek pressed against you is brushed upward as he dips his face a little more. "It's been so long," he mutters, the sound of his coarse voice now rumbling through to every point in your body.

You sit pressed against the back of the bench in surprise, grabbing at the edges of it, unsure of what to even say, as he relaxes a little more, putting a bit more weight onto you. Still in partial shock, it takes a moment before you pick up on a light rumbling noise. He begins to purr lowly to the beat of your heart.

Any non-verbal noises he made were much more mechanical sounding, but the purr is gravelly yet resonant. It almost seems to shake the air with each muffled breath. It's... surprisingly rich, almost gentle.

You feel the deep, calm rolling sound up through your head. With sharper breaths now, your heartbeat uncontrollably speeds up. Springtrap's eyes suddenly click open, the noise abruptly stopping, his body making a sudden twitch as well.

His ears flick as he quickly moves his head out from under yours, sitting upright. The warmth from his resting position lingers. He looks straight at you for a moment. "Sorry," he suddenly breathes out, he glances off. He then tilts his head, looking back, though facing his body away slightly. "Did... I startle you?"

You untense, hands still gripping the bench. You can't focus your eyes on his face. You meet his gaze for only a moment before looking down and past him.

He gives a light huff of a laugh, his gaze also wandering. "I shall... ask in the future." He looks away.

-heartbeat anon

who tnhjeFUCK SNEJTN THIS???? ANON??????WHO DID IT????????????

now thinking about william humming the toreador march all the time at home

Elizabeth dies and William doesn't know how to cope with the loss of a child, HIS child, so he keeps her room untouched like it's a shrine to her life, like a slice of time in which she was still alive forever preserved.

He coldly demeans Mike and Ev whenever he catches them in her room, grieving her. William doesn't want to act like Liz is dead, yet he simultaneously berates them for not being able to let Liz go. Sometimes he'll notice that some of Liz's toys or clothes or ribbons are gone, and he'll stalk into the boys' rooms with a scowl, rip the item back, scold them for touching Liz's things, and return the item to the lifeless shrine.

Mike catches on. Evan does not. Mike stops going into Liz's room. Evan does not. Mike gets pissed at Evan for making William mad enough to take his anger out on the both of them. Mike harasses and torments Evan as retribution for him constantly making William's anger (and therefore William’s abuse) harder to deal with, as well as for constantly reminding Mike that Liz is dead when he runs off to grieve their sister.

Then Evan dies.

William tries giving Evan's room the same treatment as Liz's.

But Mike can't stay out of Evan's room. He keeps finding himself in Evan’s room, curled up in Evan’s sheets, hugging Evan’s toys, looking at Evan’s favorite shirts and sweaters. And Mike finally lets himself go inti Liz's room and does the same with her things, too.

William tries locking Evan's and Liz's bedroom doors shut.

Mike sneaks around and finds the keys and goes inside the rooms when he thinks William won't notice.

William does.

William gets angrier and angrier.

One day, Mike comes home from school and finds that William completely emptied out Liz and Evan’s rooms. All of their stuff is completely gone and disposed of, as surely as if neither of his siblings ever existed.

Michael rages. Michael cries. Michael grieves. But mostly, Michael just feels hopeless and lost and... empty. Hollow. Numb.

Then Michael goes into his own room, and finds that William emptied Mike's room, too. Just like his siblings' rooms, there isn't any clothes or a dresser or posters or matress or bed frame. Michael’s room is just as empty as his dead siblings'.

Michael is just as dead as they are.

That night, Michael sleeps on the cold hard ground, no blanket or pillow or pajamas, just the clothes he wore to school that day, curled up in a corner.

William doesn't buy Michael any clothes or bedding or furniture to replace what he threw away. Anything that Mike puts in his room, Mike has to buy or find for himself.

And every so often, William will come into Mike’s room and throw everything away again and leave Mike with nothing.

When he first came home and found his siblings' rooms empty, Mike would dumpster dive around town, desperate to find any of his siblings' things that Will threw away.

He did find a couple of things scattered in dumpsters where Will threw them away. It was after William found some of these things in Mike's barren room that he first threw away what little furniture and clothes Mike managed to scrounge up. Mike thinks maybe he deserved it. Maybe he brought this on himself.

Maybe it's all his fault.

i lied the compliments are very nice too and im in love with you

oh they are right, it is broken broken

*blinking crusty eyes like a newborn animal* jul y ???

Wazzup

Wazzuuuupp!