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wanderingelvis · 1 year

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i was wondering (and totally lmk if i’m like spamming you i totally don’t mean to) if you could write a fic where elvis meets an innocent reader on the set of a movie.(the reader is an extra) and elvis begins to notice the readers little space habits and suspects it. one day, after overhearing some of the other male cast members make rude remarks about the reader and elvis decides it’s time to take the reader home where he can protect them. elvis calls the reader over to his trailer and starts to make the reader drop, so that he can take the reader home and be their daddy.

i loved this request sm that it’s gonna be a two-parter!! so here’s part 1! ✨

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Word count: 3,101

Pairings: 70s CG!Elvis and Little F!Reader

Warnings: little space lifestyle, manipulation

It was your first proper job. The one that you were proud of, that your parents would tell their friends about and it was a lot of pressure.

You were the newest person to Elvis’ little performing circle and Elvis always made a point to get to know his band and performers - how else could he put on a successful performance if not everyone was on the same page and trusting each other?

After spending time alone with you and in a group setting, Elvis had his suspicions about you. You had all the qualities of someone with a little personality - docile, submissive, wide-eyed, easily overwhelmed and eager to please. Now, Elvis knew that this meant that you could just be sweet and innocent, adjusting to the chaos of his world, but Elvis figured that even if you were just that, the little lifestyle would certainly help you cope in dealing with all of it.

The first time Elvis really suspected anything was during a break in recording, when a stuffed animal fell out of your locker in front of everyone. You furiously tried to stuff it back in, hoping that no-one had seen, but you'd caught Elvis', Jerry and Sonny's eyes as well as a few others. Your cheeks heated a violent shade a pink, as you tried to sort yourself out, getting increasingly flustered and overwhelmed. As Elvis observed you from afar, he knew you couldn't look after yourself properly, someone was going to have to do it for you.

From then on, Elvis had quietly instructed Jerry to have someone watch over you, making sure you were okay and reporting back to Elvis.

Elvis had been told by Charlie that he’d spotted you in the park by the studios colouring pretty pictures under a tree, whilst Red had informed Elvis that you stopped past every stray cat in the lot, crouching down to speak to it, feed it if you could and stroke it.

Elvis knew you were a little angel sent straight from heaven and he knew he had to have you. Elvis devised a somewhat sinister little ploy to get him in your good graces, for you to see him in a caregiver light from your first proper encounter.

The fame and power that came with Elvis meant that all he needed to do was slip the security a $100 dollar bill and in exchange, he and his small entourage were given the keys to every locker. He only really trusted Jerry with this operation as he made Jerry break into your locker and retrieve your teddy bear from your locker and bring it to Elvis. Now, Elvis knew that his actions were going to cause you distress, but he figured that in the grand scheme of things, you’d be better off for it - that’s how Elvis liked to justify many of his less-than-moral escapades.

“Thanks, Jer.” Elvis said, grabbing the plush, brown teddy bear with a pink bow tie from Jerry who remained slightly confused at Elvis’ intentions.

“Now what, EP?” Jerry asked, curiously.

“Now, I’ll give it back to her when the timing is just right.” Elvis said, leaving Jerry just as bewildered. Jerry figured it was better to just let Elvis do whatever it was that he needed to do rather than question it. There was a method to his madness, Jerry tried to tell himself.

When you realised that your beloved and treasured teddy bear, Binky, was missing, it felt like your whole world had fallen apart - or at least the secure feeling of it that your teddy bear gave you.

You tried real hard not to let the sheer panic and distress seem obvious as you stood at your open locker, quietly hyperventilating that your most trusted teddy was gone. She was a reminder of home, that helped steady you when things where getting all a bit much for little, sweet you.

You began to pace the locker room, thinking maybe she’d fallen out of your bag somewhere and been misplaced but the panic inside of your tummy was growing as your started to realise she was nowhere to be seen.

You see, Elvis was watching you from a tall window above the entry locker room, from the top of a stairwell as your distress confirmed to him that you were indeed a little, even if you didn’t know it yet.

You tried to keep your composure as you went into rehearsals with Elvis and the rest of the crew. It was safe to say you were feeling very wobbly and nervous, your lost teddy bear playing persistently on your mind. You were worried you’d dropped her in a puddle or left her on the bus on the way to the studio, what if she was scared? You could’ve sworn that you’d put Binky in your locker along with your bag, but you knew your memory wasn’t the best and now you were just so confused, right before you had to go and record.

Sheepishly, you wandered into the studio where a couple of people were already set up and chatting. You walked over to your stool and microphone, sitting down and patiently and quietly waiting for Elvis and everyone else to appear.

You were trying to remain calm, you knew you needed to be a big girl right now, not crying over some silly bear, you just couldn’t help the anxious feeling that was creeping its way into your body.

When Elvis appeared he went around the small room greeting everyone, making sure they all felt comfortable and good - and that’s when he landed on you.

“Ready to record, Y/N?” Elvis asked in a surprisingly softer tone, a little more hushed than usual.

You offered a small smile and nod, your quiet demeanour making Elvis raise his eyebrow at you, even if he knew why you were quiet.

“Everythin’ alright honey?” Elvis asked gently.

“Just tired.” You mumbled albeit remaining very polite. Elvis nodded and continued on.

The recording was going well until your microphone fell from its stand as you tried to adjust it, causing a loud bang in the isolated room. You apologised skittishly, and you thought everything was going okay until you screwed up your lines, your brain just going fuzzy.

Feeling a little worked up, you apologised again, especially to Elvis, who just sent you a nod of acknowledgment before continuing.

When the horrendous session was finally through, you quietly began to gather your bearings and sort your equipment when you realised someone much taller had approached you.

“Y/N? Elvis would like to see you right away in his trailer.” A man, who you believed to be called Jerry, told you. You gulped, realising you were likely in for a big telling off after ruining several takes with your clumsy and distracted self.

You followed Jerry compliantly, you wouldn’t ever disobey any command, you didn’t trust yourself to know better and you wouldn’t dare go against anyone. Jerry led you to Elvis trailer, doing an odd pattern of knocking, probably so that Elvis knew it was him. Jerry nodded at you and opened the door, before walking off to tend some other business.

You tentatively wandered into the trailer that you’d never been in before. You liked it a lot, velvet reds, an oddly comforting scent of cigar smoke, designs for performance outfits pinned on a wall and even a few pistols laid out on a counter.

“Y/N?” Elvis said cooly, snapping you out of your observations, you noticed you’d begun nibbling your finger whilst looking around - a childish habit that for some reason, you couldn’t get out of.

You just smiled sweetly, unsure what Elvis wanted but fearing you’d let him down during the recordings.

“Do you know why I called you here Y/N?” Elvis asked gently, relaxing on the couch as you stayed fixed in your spot, not daring to move unless told to.

The size difference between you was immense, you felt utterly dwarfed by his presence. He wasn’t even the tallest guy on the lot, despite being very tall, yet he seemed to tower over just about everyone.

You panicked a little at the question, fiddling with you fingers. “M’in trouble for messing up the recording?” You asked meekly, shy to even admit it.

“Not in trouble sweetheart,” Elvis assured gently. The pet name made your tummy do a little somersault - a sensation that was foreign to you but one that you quite liked. “Everyone’s got bad days, you didn’t seem yourself in there,” Elvis said observantly.

You were feeling wobbly. Now, you weren’t actually accustomed to the little space lifestyle so you didn’t really understand the feelings you often experienced, you couldn’t really articulate them in any way to yourself, let alone to somebody else. But you knew when you felt a little different, you felt, as you put it, wobbly. It was that feeling of anxiety, mixed with neediness and vulnerability.

You weren’t exactly sure what triggered feeling wobbly either. You knew that it could happen when you woke up in the morning, if something out of the ordinary happened in your routine, if you were scared or even if you were happy.

You blinked a little, worried about a potential onset of tears if you admitted to Elvis you’d lost Binky.

“I, um, I lost somethin’ just before the session, and, and,” You frowned a little, getting frustrated at yourself at tripping over your words. “I guess, it was just on my mind lots. M’sorry, it won’t happen again, I promise.” You said earnestly, your nerves and flustered state seeming obvious to Elvis, who patted the spot on the couch next to him.

“C’mere.” Elvis cooed and you complied without a second thought, making your way over and sitting down next to the big man. “Whatcha missin’ darlin’?” Elvis asked, despite knowing.

“My bea-“ You stopped yourself, feeling all hot and bothered at mentioning that you were so devoted to a soft toy, thinking how silly you’d look in front of Elvis. “No, it’s silly.” You mumbled.

“If it’s causin’ you this much upset little one, it ain’t silly.” Elvis soothed, the pet name doing a number on you again, giving you those strange wobbly feelings.

You’d always found Elvis attractive, even before you started working with him. However, there were little things that you really liked about him, such as when you were standing in line next to him in the canteen area, he’d always help serve your plate up, always insisting on more green vegetables to keep you healthy.

It was like he was a dominant albeit gentle and encouraging presence and you really were drawn to him, even if it was unprofessional.

“I have a teddy bear and I lost her and she’s really special to me and I don’t know where I put her a-and I thought, I thought,” You we’re starting to get worked up and panicky all over again, this time in front of someone so famous and powerful that it was making the situation worse. “I put her someplace safe but when I looked she was gone and she helps me and I don’t know what to,” You whimpered, your voice cracking as tears began to pool in your eyes.

You dared not look at Elvis, only imagining his face when he realised how weird you were. Yet all you felt was a large hand on your back, gently rubbing soothing circles which helped.

“Oh little one, I’m sorry.” Elvis cooed as you hiccuped adorably by his side, your feet not quite reaching the floor in comparison to his which were outstretched. “What does she look like hm?”

“Um, um, she, she’s got um, brown fur and she’s got a pink bow tie and it’s um, it’s real pretty,” You stammered, feeling so wobbly and small as tears began to trickle down your puffy cheeks.

“A pink bow tie?” Elvis asked with you nodding and sniffling in response. “Well, I did happen to notice a teddy bear out in the entrance to the lot earlier, a teddy bear with a pink bow tie in fact.” Elvis said and for the first time since you entered his room, you looked straight up at him.

“Really?” You sniffled, your eyes wide as you wiped them with your sleeve.

“Want to come with me and we can take a look and see if she’s yours?” Elvis said gently. You nodded yet again, feeling just a bit too wobbly to keep using words. “Okay sweet girl, let’s go.”

Elvis helped you up a little, taking your small hand in his large one as you went to another room. You realised that lots of trailers were interconnected from the inside and Elvis had so much space.

You were surprised at how sweet and kind Elvis was being. You’d expected him to find you odd, but he was being gentle and soft with you, as if he knew you were feeling a little unsure of yourself and in a wobbly state of mind.

When you turned a corner, you entered a room where lots of other men, who you realised later were Elvis’ Memphis Mafia, were all lounging on the couches, laughing and drinking. At the sudden surprise at the large crowd of loud men, you tried to hide behind Elvis a little, shuffling your body behind his whilst holding his hand a little extra tightly, which he couldn’t help but smirk at.

“Outta here, fellas.” It was just three words but they all quickly obliged Elvis’ request, leaving within a minute of the command. It made you realise the power and control Elvis held. “Sorry about them, honey.” Elvis said, offering you a smile.

He led you a draw, opening it and pulling out Binky, with you tearing up all over again at the mere sight of her.

“That’s her, that’s Binky.” You said, wiping your eyes again as you hiccuped. Relief washed over your small body as you wrapped your arms around Elvis, as far as they would go. “Thank you, thank you, you saved her!” You cried sweetly.

“Oh darlin’, look atchu, look at the state you’re in, all worked up, hm?” Elvis cooed, grabbing some tissues from a box on the table and kneeling down to gently dab it under your eyes and nose. You felt a little embarrassed at the way you were, but you couldn’t help it if you tried, you were just an overwhelmed little thing.

“M’sorry, I was just real worried and she, she’s real special t’me.” You said softly.

“I know she is, I know baby. Binky’s a pretty name, you give her that name sweet girl?” Elvis asked you, trying to make you feel better.

Elvis was secretly thrilled at how everything had turned out, you were even more vulnerable than he’d initially anticipated. He could tell that you were feeling little, you just didn’t know how to articulate it, just like a little one.

He wanted to protect you and take care of you so badly, here you were, right in front of him, a sweet, beautiful, docile, gentle, naive little thing and he just had to have you.

“Uh huh.” You said sweetly, “I had her all my life and she just makes me happy and helps me when I’m feelin’…” You trailed off a little, unsure of how to describe how you felt to Elvis.

“A bit confused hm?” Elvis said, finishing your sentence for you. You nodded, grateful that Elvis was able to think for you. “I bet she’s been helping you with your new job here?” Elvis asked.

“Jus’ get scary sometimes.” You admitted, almost whispering as Elvis continued to kneel in front of you.

Both you and Elvis realised you were feeling extremely ‘wobbly’ as you’d put it, as you started chewing on your fingertips anxiously.

“I know it can baby, you’re doin’ a real good job of it baby.” Elvis hushed.

“Really?”

“Really. How’s about I make you a lil’ promise honey?” Elvis suggested, gently taking your fingers from your mouth and holding them in his own hands. “How’s about, whenever you feel scared, or even a lil’ bit nervous or confused, you come knock on that door and you come find me? You can do whatever you like, you and Binky, you can even have a nap if you need to. How does that sound, little one?” Elvis said, pushing stray hairs behind your ear tenderly, making shivers go down your spine.

You nodded again, liking the idea very much. You had some friends in this place but you often found it all very overwhelming and stressful. Elvis had been nothing but a calm, authoritative presence and you craved more and more of him.

“Good girl.” Elvis praised.

And that’s how the next couple of months ensued. Elvis delighted in you seeking him out for comfort. At first, it was only a couple of times a week but eventually, you’d be in his dressing rooms practically every day.

Elvis had made it a safe haven for you, he’d even given you your own draw, where you’d keep Binky, knowing she was much better off there than in your locker. It also held a colouring book with lots of different paints and colouring pencils for you, which you enjoyed doing quietly between each rehearsal. Elvis has even put some of your favourite snacks in there for if you were ever feeling peckish.

It had everything and Elvis gave you everything. You felt so looked after and cared for that it was becoming difficult to not become totally dependent on Elvis. It was at the point where Elvis, or one of his men, would now pick you up from your little apartment and drop you back, even if that meant you staying far later than your finished time. But you didn’t mind, you loved the tranquil and safe space Elvis had made for you. You loved doing your pretty colours for Elvis whilst he worked on other projects throughout the day, as you eagerly awaited his return so that you could run up to him and show him all your pretty pictures.

Elvis was surprised at how quickly you seemed to slip into the routine he’d provided for you. You were everything he wanted and more - beautiful, gentle, kind, naive and little.

The only thing left to do was to officially introduce you to the little lifestyle, and Elvis couldn’t wait.

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everlastlady · 6 months

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Everlasting's Master List.

Hello, I'm everlastlady also known as Lady Everlasting. This is my master list that discusses what I have written and fandoms I wtite for. Here you will find stories I have written and just things about me.

I'm 21 years old. My birthday is June 8th so I'm a gemini. The reason I'm on Tumblr is to enjoy fanart, discussions, and fan fiction. I'm also here to write silly little fan fictions of characters that I enjoy. I do want to be a published writer one day so I am working on my own projects. I'm bisexual, demisexual, and demi romantic. My pronouns are she/they. I enjoy writing, books, rain, coffee, tea, sleeping, nature, and photography. When I'm not writing stories or reading books. I'm practicing witchcraft, playing guitar, or playing stardew valley.

I also enjoy horror movies, true crime documentaries or videos, plush toys, and visual novel games. I have seizures so I'm cautious how I spend my screen time. I have other medical issues that I won't go into about. I'm a plant lover and really love spicy foods. I have too many comfort characters to name but my number one comfort character is Kakuzu from Naruto. If you want to get to know me more than feel free to dm me, my Instagram is ladyeverlasting_

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squidsandthings · 6 months

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✨Oh look it's an Intro Post :0 ✨

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Hihi!! I'm Goose (or Squid). My pronouns are They/He/Xe. Mostly just a squid trying to make their way through college and eventually the world. (18)

I've been unshadowbanned (at long last) so I don't really use my sideblog anymore BUT if you want more of this nonsense my main sideblog is @geeseandthings

Pronouns.Page

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My Commissions are Open!!

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I mostly just reblog stuff I think looks interesting or I think is important (such as when I reblogged a picture of a pigeon 80+ times). I love spam reblogging and liking. I honestly don't know what I'm doing but it seems to be working. I'm mostly a fandom blog (bsd is ruining my life sos)

I love talking to people so pls feel free to dm me or send me stuff in my askbox!! Mutuals can also feel free to ask for my discord.

Blog title from: Journey of the Featherless by Cloud Cult

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Things I like??? (In no particular order)

Bungo Stray Dogs

One Piece (send help)

Dungeons and Dragons

Dice (I collect them)

French Horn

Idolish7 (thanks koi)

Hades

Portal (1 & 2)

The Amazing Devil

The Crane Wives

Pigeons

Squids

Moriarty the Patriot

The Owl House

Visual Novels

Stardew Valley

Sailor Moon

Will Wood

TF2

And a whole bunch of other stuff

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Other Stuff :D

#squid talks actually <- is the tag I use for when I somehow remember this site has a post button and pause my endless reblogging to scream into the void

#squoodles <- Tag for my art ( which is mostly fanart asdfghjk) if you wanna check it out :D

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(also I have a dazai plush which I use the tag #plushzai for. if you wanna see him)

Also I made THREE uquizzes so here's the links if you wanna check em out:

Corn Maze Quiz: https://uquiz.com/ILeyNM

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I draw sometimes. Most of my drawings are Bungo Stray Dogs Fanart. But I also draw other things when I have the inspiration (which is rare).

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Matching with: @bnesszai @osameowdazai and @bubblingacid

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nightmaresaskblog · 9 months

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William's Guidance for Evan

NOTES/WARNINGS:

1. William is a good-ish dad and tries to help. It's his first time helping Evan

2. I was heavily inspired by the video made by Watcher in their series Are You Scared. The video in question is Are You Scared of What's Outside Your Bedroom? (Go watch it. It's really good)

3. This contains a serious amount of gore (very heavily described). If you cannot handle that or are currently eating please do not read this. Your mental health matters and don't forget to drink some water.

4. Also don't spam in the comments that the Nightmares are hallucinations or illusion discs. This is my little area and I say they are demons

5. This does take place in the Cursed House AU but isn't exactly canon. Idk. It's just for fun

Anyhoo that should be it, time for the fanfiction:

William should have known something was wrong at the start.

He awoke to his youngest son crying in the Fredbear plush, begging for comfort and help. Then banging on the doors of his room.

4:40 am and William just assumed it was another nightmare. Evan was always dramatic with his crying.

Nonetheless, he picked up the Walkie Talkie and spoke.

"Evan, don't be scared. It'll be okay, I promise."

William had put a receiver in the Fredbear plush so he could check up on Evan and see if he's doing okay. Tonight was this moment.

"I'm scared," Evan managed to blurt out before sobbing again.

"Is something wrong?" William asked. Evan believed it was Fredbear speaking, and there are things Evan would rather tell Fredbear than William.

It just goes to show how much you failed as a parent when your 10 year old trusts a stuffed animal than you.

Did it hurt to lie? Maybe. But this was the only way Evan will tell William the truth.

Evan sniffled. "The- the nightmare monsters. I- I think they're here."

William had to cover his mouth to keep from sighing or rolling his eyes. Nightmares aren't real, they can't hurt you.

All you need to do is wake up and you'll be fine.

"Well, what did people say about nightmares?"

"Th-they're not real." Evan stuttered.

"And?"

"And if you wake up, you won't see them again."

"Exactly." William muted the walkie talkie and smacked the camera monitor, trying to get it to work. So far it just showed static but was still recording. He'll have to look at the recordings later.

He put cameras throughout the house yesterday to find if the "monsters" were real or just in Evan's head. Once he got his confirmation that they aren't real, he could just show them to Evan and maybe he'll grow out of it.

Evan gave out a tiny shriek, causing William to snap back in reality.

"What's wrong?" He asked as he fumbled out the monitor from the desk.

There are only the pitter patter of footsteps, followed by a creak.

"I'm in the closet." Evan whispered.

"Was someone there?" William asked. If there was an intruder in the house he would have to fight a bitch.

Evan didn't speak for a bit. Then whispered, "I think so.."

William managed to get some of the cameras working and checked the hallway cameras. He rewinded the footage.

Nothing.

He sighed in relief. "Evan, there's nothing there."

"Yes there is!" Evan angrily whispered.

"Well, what do you know? How do you know something is out there?"

William bit his tongue at the harsh remark, praying Evan wouldn't put two and two together.

"It's in my room."

William froze. He had no way of seeing what was inside his room at all, only able to see the hallways.

"Evan, I checked the hallways, nothing showed up."

"You can do that?" Evan asked.

"I have, uh, psychic powers that allow me to see outside and inside of your room to keep you safe."

"Is it still out there?"

William tried fixing the monitor, but it wouldn't comply. Again, it showed static.

He didn't want to tell him that nothing was there, cause if there actually was...

"Just stay in the closet. My powers aren't working at the moment." William lied.

He heard shuffling in the closet and then a scream that was cut off.

"Evan! Evan! Can you hear me?!"

Silence. Then a voice spoke.

"I-I'm here." Evan squeaked.

"Was someone there?" William questioned.

"I just saw someone walk in my room. I peeked through the closet cracks and..." His voice trailed off.

"What did they look like?"

"It was a robot. It was tall and... They looked liked dad's robots. The ones he would make."

William froze.

"A-are you sure they looked like your father's robots?" He nervously asked.

"The part that goes on the outside, it was broken and ripped. The face was a fox..." Evan broke down in sobs.

William had to call Henry and double check if his work in progresses, the Funtime animatronics as he called them, were escaping. That had to be it.

But why were they here?

There was a loud banging on the doors on Evan's room. William heard the footsteps and a door slamming shut.

There was a scream and more banging, this time it was occupied by more noise.

Scratching.

Long nails were scratching on the door like a prisoner begging to be free.

William dove from his chair and tried opening the door to his room.

It was sealed shut.

He had no way to help Evan. Unless...

William grabbed the walkie talkie and spoke.

"Evan, I need you to listen, and I need you to tell me everything you know about these things. I can't leave my room to help you, but I can still talk to you.

I need you to tell me everything about these monsters. I'll help you defeat them. Do you understand?"

Evan cried, but stammered out a yes. "They go away at 6:00."

"Okay, just stay calm. It's only-" he checked the clock. "5:00 am. Just one more hour. Is it outside your room?"

"Left hall!"

William turned on the the hallway cameras, but this time, there was a faint layer of static obscuring it, limiting his vision.

But he knew something was there.

The right hall had it's door wide open, presumably left open by the monster.

William tried prying open his own door, but it was sealed shut.

There were footsteps on gravel, and the dark mass was gone.

"Evan, the right door is wide open, can you try and shut it before it comes back?"

He viewed the door slamming shut on the monitor. An idea spoke to him.

"Can you try leaving your room? And hiding somewhere else?"

Evan whispered again. "They're outside the hall. If I try to leave they'll get me."

"What about Micheal's and Lizzie's rooms? Are the monsters going to their rooms as well?"

Evan shook his head. "They don't go after anyone else. They only attack me."

Evan let out a welp before more footsteps were heard, this time on the right hall. He dashed to the corridor and flashed his light, illuminating the hall.

William checked the cameras, and covered his mouth in fear. It was only a glimpse, but there was a shadowy figure standing at the end, watching with red eyes.

And it was staring right at William.

Evan slammed the door shut while William stared in shock. That thing was real.

Evan whispered, "Is it gone yet?"

William squinted. The thing didn't move and disappear, or fade away. It just wasn't there anymore.

He checked the clock. 5:42.

"Just about 15 more minutes, Evan."

The door still had not been released.

William checked the left hall, and the door was shut tight.

He raised an eyebrow. There was no way in hell that a child could shut both doors that are on opposite sides of the room.

He tried getting the room monitor to work. Again, no response.

Evan was silent too. He hadn't spoken for 5 minutes.

"Evan?" William nervously asked. "Are you still there?"

Silence.

"Evan?" William's voice shook.

No answer.

Then there was a scream.

It wasn't a short, quiet one. It was loud and piercing.

It was the scream of a terrified, lonely child, a child that was in fear for their life. It was the sound of a child that was going to die.

William slammed his hand against the top camera, desperately trying to get it work.

"Evan?!! Are you alright?!"

William didn't care about whether Evan recognized his voice or not. He needed to be sure if Evan was okay.

"Evan!!" He screamed into the Walkie Talkie, desperate for a sign of life.

William tried kicking the door down, but the force still persisted.

He slammed his hand against the monitor once more, and it worked.

He finally got a view of Evan's room.

Both side doors were closed, the closet being the only one that was opened a crack. He couldn't see the right side, but he assumed Evan was hiding there.

"I'm here." Evan's voice spoke.

William sighed in breathtaking relief and looked at the clock. 6:00 am.

"Evan, I'm going to come into your room and check up on you. You sit tight, okay?"

A shuffling was all that was heard.

"Evan?"

His owned voiced echoed from outside his door. William grabbed the doorknob and swung it open and gasped in shock.

The Fredbear plush was sitting in the middle of the hallway, eyes piercing through William's skull.

He grabbed the plush and darted towards Evan's room.

"Evan? You okay?!"

No response came from the room. William pushed it open and stood there in horror, plush in hand.

Evan, or what remained of him, had decorated his room. Bloodstains covered the right wall, forever tainting the light blue wallpaper.

Looking to his dresser, there laid Evan. Or most of him.

William had to look closely before knowing what it was, or what happened.

The thing, the monster, had mauled the upper part of Evan's skull, leaving only the fraction of his lower jaw intact. The mess of his skull was beside him, crushed and torn apart.

Looking at his body, there were several giant bite marks on his body. One on his neck, two on his arm, and several on his chest, causing a forever mark on his body.

His chest was pried open revealing his organs, some of which were half eaten. His heart was ripped in half. One of his lungs was missing, as well as several rib bones as well.

The spot where his head was was nothing more than a pool of blood, soaking into the carpet.

William dropped to his knees, shaking from the horror of what used to be his son.

Then he heard it.

Laughter.

Loud, deep, laughter shook the walls and jammed itself in William's mind, forcing him to stuff his fingers into his ears. His efforts were in vain, as the laughter grew louder and louder. It even changed to be Evan's laugh. A high pitched, demonic version of his son, laughing hysterically into William's mind before turning into loud harsh screams. The very scream that he heard just before Evan was found murdered.

William glanced up to see the figure again, the one responsible for all of this.

The demon was the black mass he saw in the cameras. Piercing red eyes. Large sharp teeth.

The figure gestured to Evan's corpse, reminding William that he failed.

William put his hands over his ears and screamed.

The screams rose into a harsh ding that completely muted all other noise.

He glanced up again, vision blurry.

All he could hear was nothing.

All he could see was Death.

#fnaf 4 #five nights at freddy's 4 #fnaf au #fnaf nightmare #william afton #evan afton #tw gore #tw blood #tw child death #fnaf

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plushieanimals · 2 years

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q: Do you know of any <animal/creature> plush?

please check my taglist for the most common animals i’ve posted, and if that doesn’t contain your animal you want then try using the blog search function (i know it’s bad) if you can’t find what you’re looking for then send me an ask!

q: Can you help me identify a plush?

i can definitely try my best! I will need you to give me as much info as you can, a picture, and picture or description of any tags/tush tags it may have. Also a year and country of purchase if at all possible. PLEASE send all ID requests as a NON-anonymous ask or through messages please! i can’t guarantee i’ll be able to help ID unless i can message you directly!

q: Where are some good places to find plush?

i wrote a whole post for US plushies that might give you a good starting point to search! the website stuffed safari lets you search many brands by species, color, brand, and more! here’s another post i wrote about other websites for in stock plush besides US brands

q: Is spam liking/reblogging okay?

Of course!!! i don’t mind it all!! ^_^ i’m happy you enjoy the content!

q: I’ve sent a request in and you haven’t filled it yet (general)

sometimes it’s hard to find certain plushies, especially the more specific and detailed the request. i also have adhd and get a lot of asks, so please feel free to send the request again! if you send it off anon i can answer you privately to tell you i had no luck (or if i did have luck!) you can ask me to not publish your ask too.

q: Do you have any tips/advice for washing/cleaning plush?

yes! i wrote a very detailed post here about my process for washing plush ^_^

q: I’m not a kink blog, but i do occasionally reblog/post nsfw content like swears, art, or silly text posts. Can i still follow?

Yes, i just don’t want DDLG or anyone who sexualizes age regression or kink blogs to follow me. It’s okay if you’re an age-reg blog as long as it isn’t a kink blog!!

q: what’s the rest of your general DNI?

No TERFS/Radfems or other transphobes. no MAPS/no-MAPS or supporters of them. the general DNI list you know

q: Can I use the images you post for my icon/header/edits/graphics/etc? Where do you get your images?

Yes!! I don’t own any of these pictures. The originals belong to the sources linked. I edit all the photos i post, but i do not own them ^_^ you can use them for whatever you like. I get the images off of brand websites. However, PLEASE do not take my edits and reupload them to a new tumblr post and pass them off as your own!!! I edit every single picture, I can tell!

q: I have a question that wasn’t answered here!

you can check my faq tag, but if your question wasn’t answered there then just shoot me an ask! for general questions i prefer non-anon so i can answer privately :) if i published every ask i receive the ratio of plushie posts to asks would be like 1:5 lol

q: what are your other blogs ?

my main is @plushieanimal ! i reply and follow from this blog. sometimes i reblog things with curse words or mild nsfw/jokes so beware if you don’t wanna see that. I don’t reblog sexual images or anything!

@plushieart is my original art blog!

thanks for reading!!! :3

#overdue #about #faq #super faq

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storfulsten · 10 months

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lol got a groovy lil guy in the mail the other day

under cut bc random photo spam sorry lol

heck yeah

bonus: cat for scale

yeehaw

bonus bonus bc why not: went to a con last week for a couple days and it was fun but also a pain but got a couple kinda cool stuff I guess so ye. gloomybear corpse plush for scale just because lol

I never watch anime but I’ve heard good stuff about this one at least for the dub haaa fun stuff

#gloomybear corpse collab plush letsgooo #I love them so much #those claws are actually hard plastic so you better watch yourself handling it #the warning label says it's a choking hazard and only for children above 15 years so lol #gave me a chuckle but also ye safety first and all that ha #anyways if you like corpse and want a cool plushie I think it's still avaliable idk #supposedly it's limited so dunno for how much longer lol #anyways stream CODE MISTAKE on spotify or youtube or something best song this year heck ye #agree to disagree either way I'm having fun ha #hm back to doodling or something lol laters #or to watch this one specific anime if only I could remember where tf I put my fucking tv remote geez lol help

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godteri-takk · 8 months

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T4T couple???

#MY CRITTER #the blåhaj is not mine btw #spammy g spam ham #blåhaj #blåhaj plushie #ikea plushie #ikea plushies #spamton plushie #spamton plush #plushie #plush #stuffed toy #stuffed animal #trans spamton

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jeweledstone · 1 year

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Yet Another Spamton TF Dream I Had a Few Nights Ago (but this time I’m not the one being turned into him somehow)

I had a dream not that long ago that involved yet more Spamton TF nonsense and was actually kinda funny tbh. This one’s gonna be pretty long, mostly cause so much happened in it that’s drawing worthy and I plan to draw EVERYTHING (or at least everything important) and put it in this post. Think the kinnie avengers dream I had a while back but WORSE.

Ok, so to put in a bit of context, this dream took place when I was in high school (I still had my Spamton plushie though cause I was sleeping with him and I guess he wanted to be part of the dream too despite the time paradox). It was April Fools Day, and every year, the school would have some kinda supernatural prank/gimmick that would affect every person in the school. This year, the gimmick was that everyone was transformed into different anthropomorphic animals. Most of them were mice, but there were other animals too (Spam got turned into a woodpecker, which we both agreed was pretty cool).

It was all going like normal (or as normal as a day like this could be) until we ended up meeting this random other student who was semi-responsible for how the plot of this dream went out. Apparently she was a witch of some sort and really hated the April Fools gimmicks that happened every year, so she would always try to reverse them using this magic green ring of sorts that she always wore.

The way she was undoing this year’s gimmick was by going around finding transformed students and having them wear her ring while she said this chant/spell that would reverse the transformation. When my “turn” came to put the ring on, I made a kinda sorta joke comparing the seemingly meaningless language she said the spell in to one of those nonsense words from internet memes, only for the word/phrase I said ending up being an ACTUAL magic spell which turned whoever heard it into… well you get the idea…

(My entire sense of humor is based off dead memes, I still think skibidi bop mm dada is funny, gimme a break)

So it was upon that discovery that me and Plush!Spam decided to do a little “April Fools Day prank” on the entire school by sneaking into the principal’s office and using that loudspeaker mic thing all the schools in my district had to turn everyone else in the school at the time into a bunch of Spamton clones. Chaos ensues, naturally, and it wasn’t long before they found out I was the one who did it. (Granted I didn’t do a good job of hiding it and I was the only one left who was human) Cut to me and Plush being chased by a hoard of angry Spamtons before being caught and forced to change everyone back.

Now, in a normal 15 minute episode of the shitty anime that is my dreams, that’s where it all would end. But this dream ended up having a part 2 when I fell back to sleep. A few months after the April fools incident, we found out that not everyone who was Spamified that day was turned back. There was this one kid, I think her name was Jess or something, who was known for being not that popular and getting bullied a lot for being short. When everyone was turned into Spamton, Jess was one of the few ones who weren’t instantly horrified by their transformation. In fact, she actually liked it much better than being human, something about this new body just felt… “right”… As you could probably expect, when she(he?) heard that I was being forced to turn everyone back to normal, she ran away from the school so she wouldn’t be affected and could stay as a Spam for as long as she wanted (maybe even forever).

Cut to “present day” and Jess returns to the school, now having mutated into a monstrous Spamton Neo due to the magic that originally transformed his slowly corrupting over the time he was missing. At this point, he started attacking and devouring anyone he came across before leaving the school to destroy the rest of the town. Eventually me and the remaining students were forced to track him down and use the magic ring thingy to change him back to normal in order to prevent any further destruction.

And, yeah, that’s it. Honestly I procrastinated on making this post for a bit longer than I thought I would, sorry about that. But either way, hope you at least got a bit of enjoyment outta this shit. I gotta go work on the next page of The Hallways before I go to bed so see y’all tomorrow I guess! :)

#jewel's dream journal #spamton #spamton neo #me irl #my art #neo shut the fuck up #tw body horror #implied body horror #‘ask to tag’

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