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creteevidence · 10 days
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I LOVEEE FIVE NIGHTD AT FREDDYYYYSSSG DHDJDJDGDHDJDHCHDKS
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https://youtube.com/shorts/hiiFeYKPgIk?si=msj9rQb39K2K5gHr
we’re putting all forms on here baby idc
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viarayy01-blog · 2 months
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cassidy looks like she’s about to say “wanna have a bad time?”
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bruhvies · 2 months
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my mci refrences!! from the top it's the freddy kid and then chica, bonnie, foxy, and then cassidy and charlie ☹️
these r for my own au i don't know if the mci have a canon look other than the graphic novels but this is not that these r my guys
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julianalvarez9 · 3 months
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THIS IS SOOO CUTE STOP
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gabrielapazlima · 5 months
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"#didnotsurvivethenight" HELP😭THATS SO-
they are so cute,i love them🥺
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trialserrors · 4 months
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death and hell to mr.afton 4EVER!!!!
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darthpastry · 3 months
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I know FNaF seems to be going the whole “William is a crazy psychopath obsessed with immortality just because he is” type of route, but setting that on fire for a few moments, I like to think that at some point he was just a dude.
Maybe he dropped his kids off at school on the way into work. Maybe he played video games with his kids. Maybe he laughed and cried with his family, loved them, cherished them.
Maybe he worked a miserable office job, with that one co-worker who was always better than him. Sure, William was jealous of the guy, but even he had to admit he found Henry admirable.
Maybe he started joking around with the guy, about leaving the thankless corporate life and putting their little town on the map.
Maybe he and Henry went bowling on Wednesdays, which eventually changed to Henry giving William robotics lessons in a stuffy garage with grease stains on every surface.
Maybe William’s wife died and that’s when he discovered Agony.
Maybe one of the prototypes, a more human one, was the perfect place to house the life that the Agony gave.
Maybe his wife wasn’t dead.
Maybe he could he could use this… this Remnant of life for more. Who could he trust to make sure he lived on even after death?
Maybe he could only trust himself.
Maybe he could use his children to create more Remnant. It was never meant to be a serious idea, it was just a strange thing he had come up with while drunk one night.
Maybe it was only a joke that he made it, just to prove that he could. He wasn’t a bad person… right?
Maybe they would just go in there once or twice.
Maybe once or twice more, the feeling of pain and power when what little, yet glorious, Agony they produced was injected into his veins…
Maybe it didn’t matter what was better for his children. What mattered was what was best for him.
Maybe his children looked at him differently, perhaps that was fear on their faces. Strange, he didn’t feel like he was acting different. Perhaps it was simply he was no longer as weak as before he injected himself with Remnant.
Maybe Henry had noticed how he’d become more assertive, how he stood up straighter, how dedicated he became. He probably just thought it was due to the diner opening soon
Maybe Evan had died. That was fine, no one was ever truly dead, as William had learned. Didn’t mean he excused Michael for murdering his little brother either.
Maybe William had murdered Charlie. So what? If he hadn’t taken Henry down a notch, Henry might have stolen the company right under his nose!
Maybe a few more kids died. But William needed more Remnant. He needed to know more.
Maybe Elizabeth had died. Oh well, she was still here, even more so than Evan.
Maybe William was just going to check on the souls, see if the dead could really produce more Remnant when forced to stick around.
Maybe he was terrified when they started to chase him. But the great William Afton couldn’t be terrified? He was immortal! He was a god and these were weak mortals he’d crushed for the greater good!
Maybe he would be safe in the very springlock suit he’d used to kill them. Hah, the fools. They may think they were smart but he—
Maybe he could die.
Maybe these springlocks that had provided him with a safety net of anonymity would be the end of him.
Maybe death would be a relief as the springlocks dug into his skin. He had never seen so much of his own blood before.
Maybe the ghost children danced around him, celebrating his supposed demise.
Maybe he sat in that storage room for 30 years, his rage and anger boiling over. It would have had to, for he had nothing else to sustain him.
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void-sand-cat · 5 months
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I'm curious. (This is going to be so many character tags)
I ran out of room. As far as I'm aware, the only characters left are Phone Guy, Phone Dude, and Jeremy Fitzgerald. I think I got everyone who's important.
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gabigabigabby · 5 months
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burning wheel | m. ødegaard
martin ødegaard x haaland!reader
ft. erling haaland
synopsis: martin invites you and erling to arsenal's brand new training compound
a/n: this is a weird ass dream. but martin and erling were in it so it's not so bad
warnings/content: erling probably receiving second-degree burns idk, cocky!martin bc i love writing him, and cocky!erling too ig, dialogue in norwegian, not proofread, lmk if i missed out anything! 🫶🏽
the initial offer was to have you and erling walk around the arsenal's brand new training facility. martin did mention that this time, the facility is not like any other facility you have visited. he was definitely talking about the etihad campus, which you spend most of your time in because of erling.
there is a goddamn go-karting track here! martin's text to you read.
this child, you thought to yourself the minute you read his text. martin had asked you to invite erling as well, so you texted him your plans for the afternoon. erling replied with a nonchalant i'm down before you send him the address of the brand new arsenal training facility.
upon arrival, martin had excitedly began waiting for you at the front doors. you come driving in first, erling pulling into the wide — and empty — parking lot minutes after.
"tell me about this karting track you have." erling's voices booms through your eardrums, martin glaring at his adamant nature.
"it's down this way," martin begins leading you and your brother down a ramp before turning a left corner. "this has got to be the biggest karting track i've driven at."
to you, it seemed like a standard sized karting track, almost as big as the paul ricard circuit, located just outside of monaco — but you kept quiet. "choose your karts, guys, let's go on a drive before dinner." martin decides as he grabs a helmet before hopping in a red kart.
"which color kart you want?" erling asks, grabbing a helmet for you, then himself. you point at and walk towards the orange one as he settles himself in a blue one. before you could even warm up the brakes and engine of your kart, martin, followed by erling, had already zoomed forward and proceeding into the circuit.
you'd learned to always warm your brakes and the engine before driving — too much formula 1, you think to yourself. once you assume the engine right under your seat had warmed, you push the clutch as the kart begins to accelerate slowly. as you do so, you test the brakes. once the brakes were warmed up to your liking, you proceed into the circuit, hoping the two other norwegians haven't driven far.
you drive the course, secretly wishing it was bigger than you'd expected. not that it wasn't a difficult course — the obstacles were so-so — but it could've been better. arsenal have so much money and can only come up with this? you'd thought. you continue driving, slowly picking up the pace bit by bit, before you finally are on erling's tail.
"took you long enough, lillesøster!" erling cries ahead of you. [baby sister]
"irriterende." you glare, pushing on the clutch harder than before, which allowed you to drop erling's jaw as he eats your dust this time. this time, you are right on martin's tail, and lucky for you, martin has no idea you are now right behind him. [annoying]
soon enough, you'd gained enough momentum to be wheel-to-wheel with martin's kart. your sudden ascent to be by his side took him by surprise which made him swerve left and right. lucky for you, you had managed to drive ahead before he did so. from all the formula 1 you've watched, going wheel-to-wheel isn't going to be good for either you or martin.
unbeknownst to you, erling had found a shortcut that will put him right in front of you and martin. your jaw was on the floor when you saw him make the turn on the outside, taking his place before you. erling had begun to feel sorry for you, so he didn't bother to cross the line. though martin had passed the checkered flag, he still sped down the straight, when you and erling — who maintained his pace ahead of you because like it or not, he wasn't going to win this war — had already started to press on the brake.
erling still finished before you, as you notice his kart start to catch fire from the drag. you jump off your kart, running over to your brother and pulling him away from the remains of the kart.
"er du ok, bror?" your worried tone smoothly slides into his ears, his eyes finding yours. [are you okay, brother?]
"ja, helt fint, takk," erling brushes off his shoulders of the track debris. "hvor er den lille gutteleken din?" [yeah, just fine, thanks. where's your tiny boy toy?]
from your peripheral vision, you see a kart slowly drive backward as if it was in the process of parking, coming closer to you and erling. you head gestures towards the kart, answering erling's question.
"there's a podium there," martin begins as you approach him. "you know, if you want to live your kimi räikkönen dream."
"ayrton senna, thank you very much." you correct him.
"sounds about right, since he rarely finished first." martin teases, knowing you'd get defensive about it so he runs up the podium steps before you could react.
you step on the number three podium, erling taking p2 and martin taking p1. somehow, erling managed to get his kart on the podium next to him. you shrug, realising your brother is a literal viking, and if he could haul a grown bernardo with just one arm as easily as holding a newborn, what is a kart to him?
martin began waving to an invisible crowd. "who do you think you are, mati, seriously?" you scoff.
"max verstappen, of course," martin replies matter-of-factly. "you are lando norris," his finger wags at erling on the second podium on his right, then you on his left. "and you are sir lewis hamilton."
you were about to protest, but then you shrug it off. you'd die to be sir lewis hamilton, even just for a day. as you drift off into your world of imagination, you hear sparks begin to erupt on your right. erling's kart was slowly sparking. just as you thought you heard. a spark finally shoots into erling's waist, which shot him down.
huh. you never thought a little spark could bring down big mighty erling. you had to find martin's eyes, is he seeing the same thing? he is and he did.
unclasping your helmet, you turn to your brother with your hand reached out before him. his ego didn't let him ignore it this time as it usually does. erling shoves his hand out to you for a congratulatory shake. "good game, min bror." you grin, taking his hand. [my brother]
"du også, gutt," erling raises his head, glaring confidently at you through his eyelashes. "now let's go to dinner and forget that ever happened." [you too, kid]
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404-mind-not-found · 4 months
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Based on that one theory on what the Missing Children were like when they were attacked by Afton. Art by me! (Separated images under the cut)
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dailycamart · 6 months
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happy anniversary, Maria Clara at Ibarra! (using this day as a reason to post my year old fanart for this show ehe)
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creteevidence · 6 months
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wanted to try out a cut paper drawing so here’s that
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viarayy01-blog · 5 months
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cassidy’s sleepover :)
from another poll result! some progress images are bellow the cut :D
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skrimblo · 1 month
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babu *finger guns*
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julianalvarez9 · 10 months
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what it means
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gabrielapazlima · 6 months
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the missing children in the movie!
Idk if the names still the same but iam pretty sure that they are.
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