#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.

#ask #william afton #ask blog #wind-the-music-box

[fxundingfxther]

"Soooo..... I know it's Father's Day, but I don't really have anything to give you.... I still wanted to say something, though..."

" 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆, 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕 - 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓! "

#fxundingfxther #fnaf rp #henry emily #wind-the-music-box

[lettherebemonsters]

She very cautiously approaches Michael Myers, holding a box. After careful observation and advice from the clown, she thinks maybe- just maybe- there's a chance this doesn't get her killed.

"... Got you something."

She manages to keep the "Please don't stab me" part in her head.

The Shape was largely in a kind of stasis right now. He was still awake but a lot of his rage and bloodlust started surging in the Fall. Right now, he stared at the strange girl like she was a rat that dropped out of the ceiling.

An unwanted nuisance. His breath ever heavy behind his latex mask, those black eyes like daggers. He just wanted to rest....he wasn't in the mood for this shit.

#wind-the-music-box #the blackest eyes (michael myers/the shape)

[outbreaksurvived]

".... Are you a cop? That can't be right. You've got clever eyes. You're much too smart to be a cop."

"Was a cop. Three years. And one day, where I was late as hell."

"Not anymore. Who are you?" His voice had grown deep over the years, and he had a cold stare, and was not nearly as bright eyed anymore.

@wind-the-music-box

#wind-the-music-box #muse: leon s. kennedy

[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?”

#wind-the-music-box #— mike answers! #— mike ic

[afsurgence]

"..... Do you have a favorite?"

The words come out of her mouth before she can stop them.

"The animatronics, I mean. You built them. Or some of them, anyway. It's.... Hard to remember very much of before."

Poppy tries to keep the bitterness out of her voice.

"So? Who do you like best- Other than that rabbit. That's the EASY answer."

" a favourite, you ask? Well . . . " William brought up his hand so it remained clenched in a thinking position just beneath his chin. Already one had been scratched off the possibility of a favourite yet that made sense for many reasons. Spring bonnie was given by Henry so it technically became his own creation by extension but many knew of it. A harsh sigh escaped. The list of options seemed ridiculously long so as help it became shortened to those he had a direct hand in. . . still on the long side however.

" Ah, removing the option for my first one leaves me to some of the next lot. In that case I must say Circus Baby. She was designed based on my own daughter, nothing outside the rabbit could come close there. "

#🔪 》 ` a returning threat ` ＩＮ ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲ #wind-the-music-box

[nightmarereverie]

San Francisco Music Box Company, "Promise Of Love" Music Box

#promise of love #engagement #music box #wind-up music box #wedding #vintage #the San Francisco music box company #ebay #pngs #lovecore #romance #editing #transparent #png #mine #transparent png #cute #rings #white #gold #romantic #nightmareseditingpngs

[kawaiichibiart]

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

I want more of this please:

#project sekai #project sekai colorful stage #hatsune miku colorful stage #proseka #prosekai #colorful stage #i didn't include toya's nocturne interlude trained card because while he is with his younger self #they aren't really interacting together? they're both just there playing their respective instruments #i want older toya to show younger toya that he found something someone that made him happy and enjoy music #i want to see older ena helping little ena with a drawing like she did for those school kids with emu and honami #i want to see older tsukasa put on a show for his younger self #or even just tell him that he's found more people who would help him pursue his dreams #saki holding her younger self the first night she has to spend in the hospital #honami baking with little honami #kanade holding out the music box (i can't remember if it was her mom's or her dad's) so her younger self can wind it up #mafuyu carrying her younger self away from something that looks harmful towards something that says safety #ichika telling little ichika all about leo/need's sekai and miku #emu is telling her younger self all about wxs and how they helped her save the wonder stage #do i need to go on?

[vampyr3wife]

#don’t u dare forget to wind up my music box . #LIL SCARED TO POST THIS .

[cerise-on-top]

Giving Ghost a Music Box

Since I didn't receive any requests for once, I wrote something I've been wanting to write, which is just reader giving Simon a music box as a gift. I think he'd love something like that, with the small tune calming him down whenever he needs it. This is just self indulgent, but someone else might enjoy it as well, so I'm posting something for once.

A rather cold winter evening it was, the sun having kissed the world goodbye quite some time ago. With the final moments before dusk finally faded in its entirety, you looked at the blue sky, a blanket of clouds draped over it. A lovely sight, really, one you had seen a thousand times already. Not much snow was left, with a few piles serving as reminders of the cold that once was a week ago, but that, if nothing else, meant that you wouldn’t slip on the remaining ice anymore for there barely was any. You sighed as you waited at one of the traffic lights, having turned red just as you thought you could still make it. What a bother. Glancing at the small wrapped box on the passenger seat, you smiled. In your eyes, it was a rather special gift for a special someone, a person you had adored for years now. It may have been something small, but it held a lot of meaning to you. In fact, you had desired something like it for a long time yourself, but you knew it would make for a special gift for that special someone.

It was a music box, the wood adorned with carvings. It didn’t seem like anything extraordinary, and that it wasn’t, but it had a place in your heart. You played its melody in your head, remembering the metallic sound that came from it as you turned the handle slowly enough for it to be in tune with the actual song. You hoped Simon would love it as much as you do. And even if he didn’t want it, you’d be more than happy to keep it for yourself.

The light turned green once again and you hit the gas pedal, driving for another few minutes before you finally got home, watching as the lanterns automatically turned themselves on as it grew entirely dark outside. But it didn’t matter, nothing did in that moment. Not the dark, not the cold, not you shivering as you weren’t wearing clothes fit for such a cold evening. Soon enough you’d be inside anyway, reveling in the warmth of a nicely heated room during January. With the car parked in the parking lot nearby, you headed on home, not forgetting about the small music box.

You’d been thinking of getting Simon a gift for a while now. It wasn’t necessary, he always assured you, but you wanted to anyway, just to show your appreciation for him. He was a lovely man, a lovely boyfriend, who you could always count on, no matter what. Even when he wasn’t home, he’d try his best to talk to you whenever you needed it, listening to your woes as you rambled about a day, at first so sweet, gone sour due to the wrong people. Even though you could be quite the handful, something you were aware of but simply couldn’t help, he always stayed by your side, always making sure you were well. Sometimes he would neglect going to bed just to talk to you over the phone. Simon was a sweetheart indeed.

You held the wrapped box tightly in one hand, fumbling with your keys in the other as you tried to unlock the door of the apartment. It took a while, but you got it to work eventually, with the only obstacle left being a few flights of stairs until you could finally see the love of your life. As you were in no hurry, you opted for the elevator, pressing the button and waiting for it. Your mind wandered to the last time you and Simon made a small trip away from where you lived. Mind you, you were simply visiting his friend Johnny in Scotland, but you recall the sweetness of him defending you from some drunken people wishing to pick a fight with you. It definitely had its perks, having a boyfriend in the military, even if there were just as many downsides to it all.

You stepped inside the elevator, letting the door close behind you as it took you upwards. When you had gotten sick recently, he wouldn’t leave your side, unafraid of catching the flu himself. It was always a treat when Simon cooked, and that time he made you the best chicken soup you had ever had in your life, followed by a hearty vegetable stew as well. Even when you whined about being cold, when the three blankets weren’t enough, he wrapped you in his arms and made sure you stayed warm with him around, despite you sleeping all day anyway. And yet, somehow, he never got sick himself, getting away with a light cough and nothing else.

As you made your way up the final flight of stairs you thought about how he carried you back home when you had gotten injured. Hiking, while it could be a fun thing, could also be quite dangerous. And such a thing had happened as you barely had entered the forest. You slipped and twisted your ankle, unable to move up the entire mountain. You apologized over and over again, feeling shame and guilt upon not being able to go up the mountain with Simon. But instead of being angry with you, he picked you up, kissed your forehead and told you to be more careful next time. He even waited at the doctor’s office with you, just so he could keep an eye on you.

There are many things that can be said about Simon Riley. He’s a heartless killer, he’s a scary guy who knows how to end someone’s life with his bare hands, he’s stern and objectively scary to have around. And yet, at the same time, that man with an expression usually so cold has the warmest heart you’ve ever seen. If you had to, you would make every single mistake in your life again just to get a chance at meeting him, a chance at being with him, once more.

Finally, you stood in front of the door to your apartment. Quickly, you unlocked it and took off your shoes inside, the door simply falling closed behind you.

“Simon,” you called out, “I’m home!”

It must have been around 8pm, so it wasn’t very likely he was out anymore. No store would normally be open at such an hour. And soon enough, you heard something big get off the couch, the movement making its way towards you. The door to the living room was opened, revealing him. He seemed a bit out of it, a bit groggy even as he stared at you. Seems like he took a nap while he waited for you.

“Hey, love. How are you doing?” His voice was lower than usual, a bit more gruff as well. Although adorable, his hair was also a bit messier than usual. Seems like he genuinely was sleeping for a little bit. You granted him that, considering it wasn’t always a given he’d sleep well at night, even if you did feel a twinge of guilt for waking him up. As you took off your coat, you put down the small box, which Simon spotted immediately. “What’s that?”

Hanging up the jacket, you chuckled. “Open it and find out. It’s yours anyway.”

And that he did, carefully peeling off the tape to reveal what was inside. It took him a while to realize what it was, considering he just woke up from a relatively deep slumber. Setting down the wrapping, he looked at the small wooden box from every angle before taking the handle in his fingers. It was cute how small the box really was in his hands. When he turned it, he jumped a bit as the first sound played, stopping in his tracks before continuing. He let the entire tune play out, a smile forming on his face as he recognized it. “You Are My Sunshine”, something that held true for the both of you. A second time, he played the tune, listening intently as he seemed to be lost in thought, but happy regardless. It wasn’t much, but it conveyed how you felt about him.

“Thank you, lovie. It’s so very sweet.” Music box in one hand, he wrapped his free arm around you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I’m glad you like it, I was worried you’d think it to be childish.” You wrap your arms around his large frame, taking in his warmth, the scent of his body wash wafting in the air.

“There’s not a single reason I wouldn’t love it.”

As you let go you gave him one more kiss on the cheek before heading off to the bathroom to wash your hands. It seemed to have been a good gift as, from time to time, you can hear him play with it. A smile etches across your face every time your hear a small, metallic version of “You Are My Sunshine”, knowing fully well he appreciates the gift as much as you hoped he would. Every time he thinks you’re not around, not listening, he’d play the small melody, and every time it would warm your heart. Simon was a sweetheart, it showed in his actions and the way he appreciates everything you ever did for him, how he treated every gift you ever got him.

#cod #cod x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #I just want him to have a sweet little music box that he can wind up whenever he wants #I love music boxes therefore my favorite comfort characters get one as well #posting twice today because I finally have the time to work on something that isn't requests #anyway I love Ghost and I want nothing more than to receive a warm and comforting hug from the giant himself. it would be #very cathartic and good for the soul

[lettherebemonsters]

"...... For whatever it's worth, if you can hear me in that stinky old costume, Mr. Afton.... I didn't want you to die. I didn't mean to kill you. It wasn't me that did it. I just wanted to scare you. Wanted you to feel what we felt. Trapped. Alone. Nobody coming to help. I wanted the dying to stop, not to add another body."

The animatronic clown was far removed from the man permanently entombed inside it. Jaws stretched open wide as a horrifying metal scream ripped out from the voice box embedded deep in a chubby body.

He had spent decades in horrifying agony, of the ice of death creeping into him. What little sanity in him had rotted away with his corpse, leaving behind an utterly insane caricature of William Afton.

Behind razor-like jagged teeth were the fragmented remains of a human jaw and skull shoved deep inside.

" Tell me, child.....did you enjoy it? Did you enjoy seeing me beg and scream for THIRTY YEARS?! Did you ENJOY seeing me being eaten alive by this damn suit?!

Don't even try absolving yourself......you and the rest of your friends did this to me. And if it means I have to kill more of you for you to feel an OUNCE of my pain....then I will do it.

I'll make you suffer every bit of WHAT I SUFFERED!"

A horrifying cackle erupted......a sound devoid of all reason. He was completely consumed by rage and pain, and the clown once known as William Afton wanted to set every single once of these little worms on fire. He wanted them to know agony like they've never known before....

Just an endless cackle that reverberated throughout the entire abandoned building. A place only evil could ever call itself at home in......

#wind-the-music-box #my little horror story (william afton/springtrap) #O.O

[miss-mossball]

Bunny and the Transient Shadows(tm)

#doodle heaven #my ocs #paris the guitar #mic the microphone #charlie the cupcake #mia the music box #marionette the puppeteer #bunny lapin #' x ' <( #i had a dream that took place in some place like a mall or somewhere liminal(as in a place that people come and go but dont/shouldnt stay) #and it was infested with shadows because strong feelings would get left behind there #i think it was a small airport actually #anyway the tolbert siblings were all there bc they would help the emotions and shadows seperate so it doesnt become a shadowy mess #by helping the emotions pass through to the other side and be let free #by playing music on their respective instruments to guide them! #very magical girl very fun #paris could summon any string instrument mic could summon percussion and charlie could summon wind instruments #and mia had her voice but she was busy pulling nette into the shadow world with her bc they fell in lov #idk it gave me the same vibes of rou and my first rp where we were coming up with the shadows together #in my dream it was just the pov of bunny but in this au roulette would also be a security guard ofc #ill tag it with uhhhh #transient shadows au

[p-perkeys]

One week until the spring festival

Two weeks until the studio showcase

Three weeks until the taste of c

Four weeks until the taste of sh

#personal #aerial arts #aerial fitness #aerial silks #music box #my song is There She Goes by The Las #that with the 70 degree weather and the wind blowing outside?? #a fucking vibe

[hussyknee]

List of Why The Fuck Didn't I Realise I Was Into Women Sooner #2: Catherine Zeta Jones's sword fight with Antonio Banderas in Mask of Zorro.

That part where her hair was hanging loose and wild and he'd cut the shoulder off her nightdress and she disarmed and advanced on him like an avenging Fury, eyes ablaze and breathing hard— fundamentally altered my brain chemistry. Haven't been the same person since.

#granted i only caught it on tv for the first time years after it was released #i think i was in my later teens #but i remember being struck dumb when CZJ appeared on screen #and then the fight scene #i don't even care that she's fucking Welsh and was essentially playing brownface like the entire rest of the white main cast #(although seriously fuck Banderas's white Spanish ass) #it was 1998 and good mother of fuck that was Elena #i was small and ace and very bi and had a heart boner. a heart-on if you will #i wonder whether i'd hate The Mummy so much if I had watched it before I knew it was racist af #although i think baby Rachel Weiz in the Mummy has a spot on the top ten of this list too #how did she look so completely different and elfish in the first movie. i had no idea it was the same woman in the rest of all her films #you could stick her on a music box. blow her away in the wind like a dandelion #although to be honest i have no excuse whatsoever for loving the Prince of Persia. Gemma Atherton. Jake Gyllenhaal. so hot #idk. maybe because they werent playing plunderers of a colonizer fever dream. the rituals are intricate #knee of huss #catherine zeta jones #mask of zorro #just bisexual things

[not-poignant]

@letsoulswander replied to your post “i'm listening to the sdv soundtrack right now and...”:

One of the things I really liked about Wind is that a few of the prominent emotional moments landed on in-game cut scenes for the characters. It helped my mind click them together into one story, instead of rejecting free-play video game story plot.

​That's fair! It was easier to link Elliott and Alex in that sense because Alex spends all his time on the beach in summer, and Elliott lives there. And it was a much shorter story so I was using much more 'obvious' in-game links (especially since I jettisoned all the gameplay elements).

Stain is a lot longer and I feel like I'm not locked into forced cut scene-type moments. Maybe it's just that I've seen that scene like 15 times now and written a version of it that it's not that I'm burnt out on it so much as like... Alex hasn't been using it in the story so far, he's been thinking about his mom a fair bit, and she's not an entirely positive memory since he lost his grandparents (since he's been reflecting a lot more on how difficult his upbringing was in a different way to Wind, which frankly didn't really address anything in depth in some ways on that front aside from a handful of memories).

For me because Stain is a deeper story, I can go a lot deeper and I don't need to rely on the music box to do it. I can understand if other people need that! It'll just mean my story's not for them if I don't include the scene. However if, on the other hand, they've gotten 20+ chapters in and they like the story, they probably don't need that scene either. :D

#letsoulswander #reply post #a stain that won't dissolve #thespectaclesofthor #like still not saying the scene won't be in there #but i definitely don't feel obligated #or like that's the only avenue we have into alex's trauma and his feelings about his mom #whereas i felt very restricted in Wind #because Elliott doesn't push in the same way Sebastian does #and he doesn't have *memories* of Alex's family #the way Sebastian does #which changes absolutely everything on 'recollecting the past' #and ties it into Alex's upbringing #the bullying and a lot more #but i also have like...issues with that cut scene these days #i hate that you still end up laughing at alex in his most vulnerable moment #and you leave him distressed on the beach #even in the best possible ending/option #which has soured the music box scene a bit for me after my 1700+ hours of playing

[baezdylan]

was going to do some spring cleaning on the jo's theme playlist, because at 8hrs long it's probably got some clutter hanging around, but then i thought...no. it's archival. it's a museum piece. it's an important historical record. so,

jo's theme: 2024 remaster!!!!!

(i've restrained myself, in the sense that it's under two hours)

ivy i LOVE you so much, i don't know what else to say. the PHOTO, the TRACKS... and now i NEED to do this for you, it's such a fun idea, it's like a photo album or a cassette with a handmade cover!!!!! anyways i'm seeing this with black star playing in the background, you're cassandra-ing.

#💌restless wind inside a letter box💌 #cassandra blackwood tag #ALL THE MUSIC TARDIS-ES WE MADE ARE SO !!!!!! we have been engaging in some truly remarkable projects i hope it never ends <3 #pinned!!!🛸🌟🪄🎸