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libraryofva · 3 months

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Recent Acquisition - Ephemera Collection

The Afton House. Afton, Virginia

#inn #hotel #tourism #Afton #VA #Virginia #vintage #brochure

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dayfalwastaken · 11 months

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Two friends and an all too suspicious employee.

“I’ll do it.” He spoke up without hesitation. “But it’s only between us, otherwise I tell my father.” Virginia eyed him skeptically but shrugged a second later.

“Ha! If it makes you feel better, I’ll have you know I’m no amateur. I don’t cheat my clients like that. There’s a reason I made you the offer, but- aren’t you gonna discuss it with-” the man nodded to Evan, who was looking between the two of them disoriented. “- you know who?”

“No.” His curt response made the employee snort obnoxiously.

“If you wanna be that guy… I can’t stop you, kid. In two weeks then. Be ready with your tickets, hm?”

“Alright.” Mari would be thrilled to get rid of this asshole, later though. Matthew wasn’t about to wreck his friend’s morning when said friend had a whole day full of gift-giving ahead of it.

With nothing more to say, Matt gestured for Evan to follow him, the boy complying shortly thereafter. They walked to the arcades in silence, but not before Matthew picked up a chair for his younger friend. Ev fiddled with his sleeve for a little while, and against all wishes, asked what that had been about.

“Well, uh… you know how some people try to get you to do bad stuff? This was the same. I accepted to do it just so he’d leave me alone, but I’m not actually going to do it. He’ll think I will, but I won’t. Is that weird or…?” He was lying out of his ass, but somehow in Evan’s mind it made sense. Boy, was Matthew glad for that. “-And please, don’t ask what it was. I’d be in hot water with Henry if you did.”

“O- Okay, I won’t.” The unsure expression on Evan’s face made Matt want to kick himself over the head.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Let’s use this time to have some fun at the games before it gets crowded. Where do you want your seat?”

“At that one.” The boy pointed to the Donkey Kong arcade. Neat. Nodding, Matthew set the chair down at the indicated machine and helped him up. “Thank you, but… you haven’t ordered pizza!” He said, visibly concerned.

“I ate way too much of that yesterday. I think I’ll skip it for now. I’m sure Charlie’s gonna be kind enough to share, if she doesn’t order mushrooms again.” Too bad the boy couldn’t see Matt wink, but he still laughed at the joke as he got ready to start his game. “Need any help?”

“Nah, I’ll figure it out. It can’t be too hard.” More and more was he surprised by the young Afton. He kept forgetting this wasn’t just a pixelated character on a screen but a real boy that could grow out of his shell. In this case, not having his expectations be met was a hell of a thing.

Matthew was glad they were friends.

“Suit yourself then.” Taking the arcade next to Evan, he didn’t fight the grin that quirked the corners of his lips upwards. He supposed some classics couldn’t be far from one another. Putting in one token, the screen lit up, and soon after, he was met with a blue maze full of dots.

It's coming. Real soon~

#Evan Afton #Matthew Emily #Matthew Virginia #fnaf evan #fnaf crying child #dsaf matt #ATSAT #fnaf fanfic #preview #snippet #out of context #chapter 22

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chaoticdesertdweller · 5 months

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Holiday Inn vintage postcard

Afton, Virginia

#vintage postcards #virginia #holiday inn #abandoned hotel #that was then #afton inn #afton mountain

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zeldahime · 2 months

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Highway to Pail Day 22

[Day 1] [Prev] [Next] @do-it-with-style-events

February 22: What kind of cigarettes do angels have? Holy Smokes!

Aziraphale was having a miserable time trying to kick the habit. He didn't even want to, really, but unlike his other vices, this one apparently managed to cause cancer in humans just by their being around it, and he wanted to avoid unnecessary harm more than he wanted to indulge in the pleasure of a good long smoke.

Unfortunately for him, Aziraphale had seen enough of his neighbors in Soho quit tobacco over the centuries, and especially the last three decades, to know what to expect*. Irritability, cravings, increased appetite, restlessness: all common symptoms. All symptoms the angel was experiencing right now.

He glowered at a young woman who had entered his shop with her eyes on his first-edition Milne, handbag at the ready, until she gave up her nerve and left to threaten some other bookseller with buying their precious books. He paced behind his desk, unable to focus on any the new novels crowding his desk or on any of his favorites. He thought about dinner at the Ritz with Crowley with unusual fervor, his stomach actually grumbling in the way it usually didn't.

He really wanted a damned cigarette.

By the time Crowley swung in his blasted automobile, Aziraphale was three days clean and quite ready to bite his head off (or someone's head, anyway).

"Must you make such a racket?" he demanded in lieu of greeting, having bustled out of the bookshop as soon as he heard Crowley lay down his horn outside. (He'd forgotten to flip the sign and lock the door, but the bookshop knew to do that itself anyway.) Crowley's answering smirk and wink—and how did he always make sure it was clear he was winking through those dratted glasses, anyway—only irritated him further. "You may not care what your neighbors think of you, but I actually live with mine."

"I care!" Crowley protested. "I make sure they're good and frightened of that terrifying stranger who haunts the top floor, don't I?"

Aziraphale gave Crowley a once-over and sniffed.

"Yes, the terrifying stranger who dresses like a junior MP; I'm sure they're all quaking in their boots."

"I'll show you boots," Crowley grumbled, and turned the radio to bebop to get out of this conversation. Aziraphale took the forfeit as a win, restoring his mood slightly.

Eating also helped. Aziraphale's conversational snipes subsided somewhat once they were served and generally changed target from Crowley himself to the ideas presented. By dessert, Aziraphale felt nearly himself again, though his lungs still craved the bright grassy smoke of his Sweet Aftons.

Not that he had Sweet Aftons anymore. He'd smoked his last pack before quitting, to make sure that temptation did not lurk in his bookshop. He knew well how temptation worked, and would not fall prey to it unless he really wanted to (see: exhibit Crowley).

"So what bee's gotten into your bonnet today, angel?" Crowley asked as Aziraphale finished his pudding and dabbed at his face with a napkin, a gentle smile on his face. "That Thompson bloke try to buy your Wildes again?"

"Edmund Thompson will never get his hands on my Dorian Gray, no matter how many times he bats his eyelashes at me," Aziraphale said primly, "and he should jolly well know it by now." Crowley's suppressed laughter at his irritation was at least as sweet as any Virginia blend, Aziraphale thought.

He still rather badly wanted a cigarette, but it wouldn't be so bad; he was used to wanting things he wasn't allowed to have, and the pleasure of Crowley's company was always a balm to it.

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*Crowley, who would quit smoking in two years because he'd be assigned to working some Phillip Morris executives in America before realizing exactly how evil they already were on their own, did not know what the symptoms of nicotine withdrawal were, and therefore would not experience any of them.

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Author's note:

I would like to thank people on this pipe-smoking forum for actually talking about what tobacco tastes like instead of delivering a lecture on why I shouldn't start smoking. I know that already, Reddit! That's why I'm Googling it instead of smoking it myself!

I mentally set this in the mid-to-late 90s, since it seemed like that was about when the dangers of second-hand smoke began to percolate out to the public. Smoking bans in the UK seem to have begun in 1987, but they also seem to have been primarily fire-safety bans, not public health bans, until 2006. The 90s seemed like a good compromise position.

I chose Sweet Aftons for Aziraphale for a couple reasons: 1) they had a literary name and history; 2) they were unfiltered and single-source, which seems like an especially Aziraphale way to smoke; and 3) I liked the way the name sounds and looks!

#my writing #do it with style events #highway to pail #good omens #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale #aziracrow #azicrow #ineffable husbands

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purpledogcreations · 1 year

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The Emily's (Our Version)

Dog and Purple

All art commissioned from @/scarabeesoleil on Instagram.

Henry Emily, 35, was born on the outskirts of Hurricane, Utah, to a working-class family. The youngest of two, Henry became interested in mechanics while working at his father's shop. Henry eventually got into Brown University, majoring in mechanical engineering, and meeting his best friend William Afton. Eventually, he met Helena Emily, maiden name Helena Stillwater, and the two dated for several years before making the decision to get married. They gave birth to twins, Charlotte and Samuel Emily, in 1978. Although many people in Hurricane find Henry strange and difficult to get along with, as he is not religious, not at all concerned with traditional gender roles, and is quite socially awkward, Henry is a good person. He's a great father and a good husband; he's just a bit rough around the edges.

Henry has autism. Henry's father owned an antique shop and he gained an interest in mechanics while watching and helping his father fix up old clocks. His parents are dead. Eye color! (made by Purple)

Helena Emily, 35, was born to a working-class family in West Virginia. She didn't attend college, opting to work alongside her father and gain experience in construction work. Although Helena is consistently met with skepticism and misogyny in her field of work, she's stubborn as all hell. While doing construction work in Rhode Island she met Henry and the two began dating, although it took some time as Henry wasn't getting the obvious hints Helena was putting out. Helena and Cora became fast friends after meeting, although the two may not share much in common, they do enjoy one another's company. Helena is a protective mother and is known to have a temper. She isn't willing to hide her emotions for the sake of others' comfort.

William doesn't like Helena much. Good. I wanted Helena's hair to look like a lion's mane. Eye color! (made by Purple)

Samuel Emily (left), 4, is the youngest Emily child. He's not fierce or stubborn like his older sister and takes more after his dad. He gets picked on often, not only because he's timid and shy but also because he doesn't conform to his assigned gender at birth. But his family is there for him, at least, most of the time.

Charlotte Emily (right), 4, is the firstborn child of Helena and Henry Emily by about 10 or so minutes. Still, she easily fits into her role as the eldest sibling and seems to think it's her duty to protect her younger brother Sammy. She's a fierce little girl who has definitely inherited her mother's temper and stubborn nature (and her dads' autism).

Both Sammy and Charlie have unilateral cleft lips + palates. Charlie plays soccer. She kills at it. Eye colors! Charlie (left) and Sammy (right) (made by Purple)

Height Chart!

Previous Post: The Afton's (Our Version)

#five nights at freddy's #fivenightsatfreddys #fnaf audio drama #fnaf #the emilys #henry emily #charlie emily #charlotte emily #sammy emily #samuel emily #helena emily #audio drama #mrs emily #henry emily fnaf #autistic henry emily real #henry emily has autism #once again it's very gay #all of these people are gay

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the-ferocious-kittyrose · 10 months

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William Afton headcanons that swim around in my brain like frogs in a pool filter

(Aka my third attempt at rewriting the fnaf lore)

(Based on the first four games, so no Elizabeth or magic life juice. Sorry.)

When he was a kid, his mother committed suicide and his father decided he wasn’t fit to take care of him, so he sent William to live with his aunt and uncle in Virginia for a while. “For a while,” turned out to be forever because soon after his father dropped him off, he stopped responding to William’s letters. Decades later, William got a letter saying that his father had passed and he left behind a note for him. William was so angry that his father had been alive this whole time that he threw the letter into the fire place. He instantly regretted it and tried to pull it out but it was already too burnt to read.

His uncle forced him to go hunting with him as a kid, to toughen him up. He hated the outdoors and guns, but he found gutting and skinning the animals satisfying. His uncle had to yell at him to hurry it along because he would take too much time doing it. This later evolved into him cutting himself, just so he could see the blood and layers of skin and tissue.

When he was a kid, he wanted to be a clown. He went to circus camp and later clown college. He had his clown college certificate framed next to his masters in engineering diploma. He could juggle, do acrobatics, and was well versed in stage acting.

He often suppressed his accent. He didn’t like people asking questions about his past, or really any personal questions for that matter.

His fashion sense was… loud. He wore colorful suits and sweaters with bright patterned ties. It was an eyesore, but he liked them.

He and his wife, Laura, met while she was a waitress at the diner. It was a bit weird, but to everyone’s surprise, they were married after only two weeks of dating. It was a small ceremony held in the diner, officiated by Fredbear himself.

He wasn’t a good husband. He was emotionally neglectful, pressured her into having kids she didn’t want, and found it funny to put her in stressful/dangerous situations just how she’d react. She left him for a man she had an affair with. Just packed a bag and drove off one day, leaving little Michael crying in the driveway. She tried to write letters to the boys later on, but William always hid them before they could see them.

William loved his sons. He wasn’t the best dad, but he did love them. They were part of him. He spoiled them with toys, but he was emotionally distant and often harsh, particularly towards Michael, who he had unreasonably high expectations for.

Evan was a sweet boy, but he was scared of people, including William, which bothered him a lot. He made a Fredbear plush with a mic and speaker so he could talk to Evan without him getting nervous.

William knew Michael bullied Evan. He put up security cameras in the house after Evan “fell” down the stairs, and he would ground Michael and tell him he wasn’t allowed to hang around his delinquent friends anymore. But all of William’s punishments seemed to just make Michael’s behavior worse. And it didn’t help that William was so busy with work, he was hardly around enough to enforce his punishments.

After Evan’s death, William kept the broken bloody Fredbear animatronic in his basement office. He knew Evan’s ghost was trapped inside the animatronic, and rather than destroying the animatronic to free Evan’s soul, he kept it and tried to make Evan happy inside the suit. Evan was sad, so he surrounded the suit with toys and sweet treats. Evan was cold, so he put Evan’s favorite blanket over the animatronic. Evan was lonely, so he stuffed children into the other animatronics and brought Evan/Fredbear to the restaurant, so he could play with his new friends.

The people who knew him always knew he had a screw loose. He was known around the neighborhood as, “the man in the bright purple suit who walks his pet bunny on a leash,” and, “the guy who got his ass beat and banned from the local bar, because he got too drunk and threatened the owner’s daughter,” They never suspected he was dangerous, but when the news broke that kids were missing at Freddy’s, everyone knew it was him.

William didn’t say a word the entire time he was in police custody. He barely even moved. The police said a corpse would’ve been more responsive. He just stared blankly into space and drooled down his shirt.

Henry defended William when he first got arrested, because he couldn’t believe his friend would ever do something so heinous. He only realized he was wrong after William got released and he witnessed William scream at Michael and try to stab him in anger. Henry took Michael to his house and agreed to let him stay there. When William came to get his son back, Henry told him to fuck off and slammed the door in his face.

William didn’t plan on killing Charlie. He was just going to use her as a bargaining chip to get Micheal back. Plus, Henry would have to be grateful that William saved his daughter from the cold and rain, right? He only got violent after Charlie refused to leave with him. He got angry and choked her until she stopped struggling. In her efforts to fight him off, she covered his hands in tiny red scratch marks that would never heal.

William went into hiding, but was plagued by nightmares and visions of the animatronics. It drove him mad. He couldn’t eat or sleep. Every second of every day was spent in constant paranoia that the spirits of Charlie and the others would find him and kill him. It got so bad that he decided he didn’t care if he was caught by police, he had to go back and destroy those things.

He he didn’t know the animatronics would move at night. They weren’t supposed to do that. When he saw it, he panicked and tried to flee, but they cornered him and overpowered him. They stuffed him in the Spring Bonnie suit, the suit he had worn to kill them. William tried to stay still to prevent the springlocks from going off, but the suits broken down condition, along with his heavy breathing and trembling, worked against him.

He was impaled by dozens of rusty metal bolts. He laid on the ground, writhing in pain, desperately hoping and praying for it to be over soon. But he wouldn’t die. They wouldn’t let him. He didn’t deserve to die, he deserved to suffer.

He was in that room for thirty years. Isolated, starving, and in torturous pain. By the time he was found, everything that once was “William Afton” was now gone. All that was left was a soulless feral zombie like monster that attacked anything it came across.

#tw self harm #tw cutting #william afton #springtrap #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #henry emily #micheal afton #evan afton #mrs afton

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cuethemulti · 1 year

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Idk how to explain this but Virginia Creel = William Afton. Source? just Trust me

#once the fnaf movie comes out you best belive I will make unnecessary comparisons betwen the creels and the aftons

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fluididiocy · 9 months

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My friend has a cute etsy shop and shes hella talented

#handmade #art #etsy #local artists #spooky #nature

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tr4shpaanda26 · 10 months

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William/Micheal Afton cosplay board! (Michael and William seem to have basically the same outfit whenever I see them cosplayed, like father like son!)

The Virginia nameplate is a customizable nameplate, and is pretty cheap!

Let me know if you want to know where to find any of it! All of it was on Amazon except for the contacts. They're the same ones I used for Wally's, so they glow!

#fnaf #william afton #micheal afton #purple guy #cosplay #fnaf cosplay

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venicepearl · 2 years

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Sarah Rosetta Wakeman (January 16, 1843 – June 19, 1864) was an American female soldier who served in the Union Army during the American Civil War under the male name of Lyons Wakeman. Wakeman served with Company H, 153rd New York Volunteer Infantry. Her letters written during her service remained unread for nearly a century because they were stored in the attic of her relatives.

Wakeman was born January 16, 1843, in Bainbridge, New York, to Harvey Anable Wakeman and Emily Hale Wakeman. She was the oldest of nine children in the farming family of Afton, New York. By the age of seventeen, she had received some formal education and was working as a domestic servant. Wakeman understood the tremendous financial pressure her family was under, and without possible suitors to take on her expenses, Wakeman left her home as a man in 1862 and went to work as a boatman for the Chenango Canal. Wakeman's letters to her family allude to some sort of rift between them before her departure.

While on her job, she met army recruiters offering a $152 bounty and enlisted on August 30, 1862, using the name Lyons Wakeman and claiming to be 21 years old. The bounty would have been incredible motivation for Wakeman to enlist, being far more than what she could earn as a woman. Wakeman enlisted as a private of Company H of the 153rd New York State Volunteers in Root, New York. The description on her enlistment papers stated that she was five feet tall, fair-skinned, brown hair with blue eyes. She misrepresented her age on the papers which stated that she was twenty-one at the time of her enlistment when in fact she was actually seventeen or eighteen.

Her regiment was assigned guard duty in Alexandria, Virginia, and later in Washington, DC, to protect the nation's food. Despite the often tedious camp life and challenging conditions of life as a soldier, Wakeman wrote that "I liked to be a soldier very well." Much down time potentially gave Wakeman time to write her numerous letters. The first letter Wakeman sent home contained information about why she left home and what she was doing. Wakeman often sent money home in the hope of making amends. She used her birth name when signing her correspondence; if her letters had been intercepted, this act could have ended her military career. Wakeman often wrote about being financially independent, something many women of the time wanted. Over her years of service, Wakeman sent numerous and regular letters to her family, providing a narrative of her life during the service. She was religious, and her faith comforted her during challenging times. Despite occasional turmoil, she was proud to be a "good soldier".

One point of interest in Wakeman's service is her time spent as a guard at Washington's Carroll Prison. During her time there, one of the three women held at the prison was arrested for a crime Wakeman herself was committing: impersonating a man to fight for the Union.

Wakeman finally saw battle as the 153rd Regiment was transferred to an active battle field in February 1864. Her unit participated in Major General Nathaniel P. Banks ill-fated Red River Campaign. The battle that ensued took place at Pleasant Hill, Louisiana. This force probably numbered around 11,000 soldiers. Wakeman survived her only apparent combat engagement on April 9, 1864. After Wakeman's arrival, she sent her last letter home from the Grand Ecore Landing on the Red River.

The last letter Wakeman sent reported her battle experiences:

"Our army made an advance up the river to Pleasant Hill about 40 miles (64 km). There we had a fight. The first day of the fight our army got whip[ped] and we had to retreat back about 10 miles (16 km). The next day the fight was renewed and the firing took place about eight o'clock in the morning. There was a heavy Cannonading all day and a Sharp firing of infantry. I was not in the first day's fight, but the next day I had to face the enemy bullets with my regiment. I was under fire about four hours and laid on the field of battle all night. There was three wounded in my Co. and one killed. I feel thankful to God that he spared my life, and I pray to him that he will lead me safe through the field of battle and that I may return safe home."

Of the deceased soldiers, Wakeman wrote, they lay

"sometimes in heaps and in rows… with distorted features, among mangled and dead horses, trampled in mud, and thrown in all conceivable sorts of places. You can distinctly hear, over the whole field, the hum and hissing of decomposition."

The Red River Campaign claimed several lives including Wakeman's own. She contracted chronic diarrhea of which she eventually died on June 19, 1864, in the Marine USA General Hospital in New Orleans. Wakeman was not the only one to meet such an end; thousands of Union soldiers were killed by drinking water contaminated by rotting animals.

Wakeman's identity was not revealed during her burial; her headstone reads "Lyons Wakeman." She was buried with full military honors at Chalmette National Cemetery in New Orleans.

Her letters and their record of her military experiences were discovered more than a century after her death in a relative's attic in 1976. Wakeman's letters were subsequently edited and published by Lauren Burgess in 1994 as An Uncommon Soldier: The Civil War Letters of Sarah Rosetta Wakeman, alias Pvt. Lyons Wakeman, 153rd Regiment, New York State Volunteers, 1862 - 1864. Her descendants still have the letters, a photograph, and a ring of Wakeman's.

#Sarah Rosetta Wakeman #Lyons Wakeman #women in history #american history #american civil war #XIX century #people #portrait #photo #photography #Black and White

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ao3feed-samfro · 3 days

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Frodo Baggins/Sam Gamgee #Samfro

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feardrummed · 7 months

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WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE [poster creator!]

WANTED: ollie afton, dead or alive. REASON: Murdered 3 citizens. LAST SEEN: 10/21/1831 in West Virginia. NATIONAL PRIORITY: 6 DANGER LEVEL: Medium BOUNTY: $8,000

"i think you're thinking of my father, actually-" just add a zero onto that body count, or something. damn, it's usually michael who has to deal with that.

stolen from @bravevolunteer

tagging: you

#time out team! (crack)

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dayfalwastaken · 11 months

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Aaaaa

-FancyGhost anon

Hello, Hello! Thank you so much for your patience thus far. Between some pretty nasty writer's block, planning for future chapters and life in general, it was hard to work on chapter 22, but it's still coming!

As a thank you, have two previews (one of them I've posted already but in case you haven't seen it here you go ^_^):