With the revival of the rpc due to SB Iāve seen a few people reaching out to this blog and I just wanted to say hello! Iām not super active on tumblr anymore due to working full time and just. Not having the creative drive I used to honestly? Good olā Capitalism.Ā
Iām still around if youād like to chat but I canāt promise any rp interaction because of that!Ā
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And we are back in business folks! Job, desk and muse secured lmao
Hey Hey, Mun here just leaving a little tldr message about my activity.
Unfortunately this blog is still going to be on break as Iām trying to get my life sorted out after moving literally across the country haha. I probably wonāt be properly back until I have a proper desk and work space set up and income so my anxiety can rest.
If you have my discord you are free to poke me there!!
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Hey Hey, Mun here just leaving a little tldr message about my activity.
Unfortunately this blog is still going to be on break as Iām trying to get my life sorted out after moving literally across the country haha. I probably wonāt be properly back until I have a proper desk and work space set up and income so my anxiety can rest.
If you have my discord you are free to poke me there!!
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Foxy doodles from the other day :ā3c
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Everybody likes to get taken for turns
To see how bright the fire inside of us burns
And everybody wants to get evil tonight
But all good devils masquerade under the light
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LAST PODCAST ON THE LEFT SENTENCE STARTERS PT. 14 Ā ā Ā quotes pulled from the podcast hosted by marcus parks, ben kissel, and henry zebrowski. contains nsfw content. feel free to make alterations.
iām always the most ignorant, because all of my knowledge is fake.
people suck in general. itās just how it is.
yes, itās fine if you can get blown in a theater.
i hate the beginning of āup.ā i hate the way pixar manipulates my emotions.
sounds like youāre about to fall in love.
you gotta clarify if you want machetes or donāt want machetes.
anything can and will happen at any time.
iām so much hornier than i was and iām also more lost than ever before!
please stop telling me these things.
our brains are scarred, your brains are scarred. weāre all, you know, it is what it is.
iāll tell you one thing: all women leave.
make yourself a ten in whatever situation youāre in.
you should never cheat at pool. youāre gonna end up getting buried in long island.
iām sorry, i had a bunch of that trader joeās coffee concentrate.
did anybody accuse you of being a chupacabra?
stop harassing the people on etsy.
it smells like macaroni and tit sweat.
weāre all held hostage by each otherās mental issues.
my butthole has never been the same.
i saw the eiffel tower, but you know what? who cares? it doesnāt do anything!
please donāt say, ādo you wanna hear a fun storyā and then have it be like, something awful.
the head-butt, not quite as fun as it sounds.
if you lower your life standards, we have it all figured out.
oh my god, itās like hanging out with a bunch of people on mushrooms.
you should never cheat at pool. youāre gonna end up getting buried in long island.Ā
iām laughing to cover the fact that i shouldnāt be laughing.
my penis wasnāt listening.
now do we have any idea what the corgi is up to at this point?
i donāt know which one of us is gonna turn into a shirtless person on the side of the highway first.
wherever he is, i feel like heās eating a deviled egg.
i love good trash people and florida is the cream of the cream.
what in the living fuck are you talking about?
āsome day when iām grown up, iāll get evenā is like the basis for my entire career.
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Out of Touch ā Hall & Oates
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starmythologyā:
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā William nearly asks him why he always insists upon wearing so many bandagesāIs he clumsy? Has he hurt himself? Is it a fashion statement? Is he just trying to hide his scars, much like William does?ābut manages to stop the question from voicing itself by letting out an exasperated sigh instead. āAh. Sorry. Yes.āĀ
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā He really needs to wear his glasses more often; that would solve at least a few of his name-forgetting issues. He refuses to admit that he needs them to begin with, though. It makes him feel old. Heās not old.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Huff.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āI was thinking of reviving an old design, but Iām not sure which style I want to go with. Lightweight plastic is much cheaperāā Lord knows heās very fond of things that donāt lacerate his walletāĀ āNot to mention easier to clean, but softer materials are more broadly appealing.ā Theyāre also safer for children, but he doesnāt exactly care. He turns the drawing pad to face Scott, then pushes it slightly toward him. Looks like heās thinking about bringing some sort of big bad wolf into the frayā¦ Doesnāt look very bad, though. Mostly just cute.Ā āWhat do you think?āĀ
Brown eyes blink once. Twice. Three times before Scott chances a glance at the sketchpad pushed his direction--almost, weirdly honored that his opinion on such a thing would be asked? Though, perhaps no one else had managed to walk past and grab Williamās attention long enough to be questioned.
Lips purse, studying over the design of the wolf before he hesitates, teeth worrying his bottom lip. Thereās two options here; one of which heās certain has to be wrong. Certainly thereās going to be a wrong option and the last thing he wants to do is offend the older man.Ā
āWell--Mister Afton. Sir I uh. I mean...ā Honesty? Or kiss ass? Honesty? Kiss ass. Honesty.
āI think...kids would expect a uh. A. A canine to be more...furry?ā Hand comes upward, finger scratching idly at the plaster on his cheek, āYou know like a uh. A dog? A-And the plastic is kind of an outdated look nowadays--even if it is uh. Easier to clean. R-R-Re-Realistic fur seems like itād draw in more of a uh. A crowd you know?ā
Itād be easier to know if heād made the right decision if Mister Afton actually showed any sort of emotion on that blank slate.
āWhatever uh. Whatever decision you end up making--Iām sure itād be loved uh. Either way?ā An awkward chuckle is given before Scott lowers his hand, tapping slightly at the sketches. āBut uh. Iām getting p-p-pretty big Foxy vibes from this uh. This guy. Youāre not...youāre not retiring him--are you?ā
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Balloon Boy vc: Hello? Hi.Ā
* *Fandom OCs are ocs I have an immediate biased toward bc they belong to my favorite content (fnaf, gotham, etc etc)
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starmythologyā:
@phxne-gxy is playing with life and death.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā William is currently sitting in front of a pad of drawing paper, affixing it with a glare that vastly surpasses nearly every other facial expression heās ever had in terms of how much emotion it manages to portray. He catches a familiar frame moving through his vision, and quickly snaps his fingers to get his attention. It may be a bit rude, but itās better than trying to yell the manās nameā¦ which he doesnāt quite remember right now.Ā āYou. Bandage boy. Come here, please.āĀ
The sudden quick and loud snapping of fingers is enough to cause the Manager to pause, brown eyes sweeping around with a twitch of irritation. Scottās no stranger to the concept; Customers often doing so to grab his attention on the floor but it genuinely costs zero dollars and zero cents to politely ask for someoneās attention with a simple āexcuse meā or something of the sort.
He isnāt an animal.
A piece of that irritation slips away when he realizes itās Mister Afton calling.
A piece...that quickly resurfaces when he hears the nickname pinned in place of his actual name. Bandage Boy. Hoo.
Alright.
Another name to add to the remarkable list of nicknames that the Fazbear Staff have taken to calling him in lieu of actually reading the neat little nametag pinned to the front of his shirt. It isnāt even a hard name to remember.Ā Scott. Scott. Scott. Thatās all it is. Donāt even have to remember the last name.
Still, William is his Boss. Or something--and heād at least tacked on a āpleaseā to his request, prompting Scott to make his way closer and stop before the other man.
ā--Can I. C-Can. Can I help you, Mister Afton?ā
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Today I give you Scott doodles
Tomorrow? Who knows.
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More of these ;; w ;;
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Partners in CrimeĀ š°šŖ
Do not edit or repost!!Ā
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āItās light enough. Or, wellā¦ Maybe not.ā A hand gestures vaguely toward the dim light. You should really get more light sources in here, or at least brighter bulbs for the ones you already haveā¦ Or you could just keep neglecting the place as always. That sounds more convenient. Why would you put in all that effort and money when itās obvious that literally no one cares at all and never has? This place just keeps on getting business, and though youāre glad for it, itās also quite depressing. Does no one care about the safety of their children? Honestly, they should learn how to be better parentsā¦Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āThat would be helpful.ā If anyone other than this specific spineless man gets back here, they might start asking completely rational questions, and we canāt have that.Ā āIāll take care of this myself.ā Itās not like you have someone else around here whoās been hired to take care of these sorts of things. Though youāre sure you could probably find someone if you tried, you donāt exactly trust like that. You donāt want anyone else messing with your lovely creations, especially since they might end up dead, which would mean having to hire yet another new person, and thatās such a waste of moneyā¦Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āBut before you go,ā you speak up again, your gaze returning to the poor nervous creature who has the unfortunate luck of having to deal with you. Hopefully he wonāt try to make any jokes this time. āYou didnāt see anyone sneaking back here shortly before this, did you?ā
ā...ā
Eyebrows furrow, thoughts racing as he tried to determine if William was actually...making a joke concerning the lighting arrangements (or lack thereof)Ā when it came to the back room? Unwilling to debate it, in fear of only putting his foot in his mouth once more, Scott could only nod at the confirmation of instruction offered.
Eager to leave--and escape such things, the Phone Guy stopped short at his Bossā next question, brown eyes blinking before his head shook.
"N-No sir! I was in the Office but Iām f-f-fairly certain I would have uh. Heard? Someone? If they tried to walk in here.ā Hand raised, gesturing weakly towards the closed door. āItās a uh. I-I mean itās a heavy door...kinda hard to sneak in and out, right?ā
He paused, fingers twitching before falling back to his side, uncertain where to tread. āUh. C-Can I go now, Mister Afton? I should get that sign up. P-P-Probably. Unless thereās anything else..?ā
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fxundingfxtherā:
Henry could sense that the anxiety of his presence was still getting him worked up a bit, he felt a little bad about it- He always tried to maintain a sense of equality in the ranks, just another worker, not a leader, not a manager; That is unless, he needed to be. The office was a bit cozy despite its smaller interior which was nice but also Henry was always thinking about what the employees liked and wanted so hearing the other saying they donāt mind was a little bit of a relief to him.Ā
āIām glad to hear you say that honestly, I just want all of my employees to be happy here, Iām willing to do my best for them. What kind of leader would I be if I didnāt? ā
ā I see I see, donāt worry! I donāt regret helping at all, in fact Iām glad Iām here to offer some help, you all shouldnāt be loaded with this much work.āĀ his eyebrows knit themselves into a sympathetic expression before he took a seat, grabbing a sheet of paper and looking it over
āIāve got nothing but time to kill, why not use it for some good yaānnow?Ā ā he asked before chuckling and splitting the stack between them, sitting it on a nice pile next to himĀ ā Shall we?ā Ā
āO-oh! I can assure you Mister Emily--I am. I am very happy with my p-p-po-position here!ā Truthfully. Despite the loss of limb--and the constant danger that the Night Shift had presented, if asked or offered another job, Scott wasnāt sure heād ever be inclined to accept.
Most people didnāt think it made much sense; but Scott had never really felt the need to defend his actions or choices. Though, if anyone would understand, he was certain Henry would.
Brown eyes watched as the paperwork was halved and he smiled softly, giving a nod of gratitude when his portion was pushed closer. Pen was grabbed between bandaged fingers and focus turned to the familiar lines of small text splayed neatly across the white pages as he set to work.
The Office was a comfortable quiet, save for the sound of ink pens scratching; the fan making its rotational turns; and the repetitive movements of Scott bouncing his leg in his seat, shoe occasionally tapping too loudly at the floor.
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