Hi guys! very FIRM reminder that i do not do NSFW!
ontop of that! i would like to formally request that people please be normal about my CHILD michael design? the one in the rubber mask for me and my friends au?
sorry, i dont like being serious on main, but ive had to block 2 people for being weird about him? i would like to say that my Bully michael is 12 years old, hes not an adult, hes not even a teenager.
Thanks for reading! I'm keeping requests open for now, but if this kinda thing persists, i will close them and probably not post michael anymore!
again, thanks for understanding
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mike afton
— heyho this is my first ever post on tumblr so if u like my art then feel free to follow me <33
— what did u guys think of the new fnaf movie? i think the soundtrack and the lil easter eggs were very much fun n it got me all exited n giggly hehe >0<
— i dunno how to tag stuff correctly yet nor do i rly know how the algorithm works at all so i hope this all goes well lol
— i might actually post sum hc’s along w my art if i get the chance (n motivation) -3-
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Hey you! Do you like FNAF? How about Michael Afton having a decent relationship with his siblings?
Here’s a wholesome little blurb about Mike and Evan(CC) (rest is below the cut)(there’s slight angst at the end)
“Psst.. Mikey!” I felt a light punch on my shoulder. “Mike wake up!”
Click.
I opened my eyes a bit before being blinded by my lamp. “Ev, shut that off-“
“Its important!”
“What time is it?” I reached for the cord on my lamp, and missed. That little shit moved it out of my reach.
“12:01!” He looked so proud. God fucking dammit.
I sat up, rubbing my eyes as they adjusted to the light. “What’s going on Evan?”
He smiled, holding out a folded piece of paper. “Happy birthday!”
“Hap- oh my god Evan,” I will not cry from this little bastard telling me happy birthday. “What is this?”
“I didn’t have money to get you a gift, I hope it’s ok?” He looked so incredibly worried.
I ignored the tears filling my eyes as I unfolded the paper.
It was a picture. Drawn pretty decently for a 6 year old. I assume it was me and Evan, at fredbear’s. Back in parts and service working (I think) on one of the animatronics. It was either fredbear or springbonnie.
“It’s like how you help dad!” He climbed up onto my bed to sit next to me, pointing to each figure in the picture. “That’s me, and I’m helping you!”
Well shit now I’m crying over a crayon drawing at 12:04 in the morning. “Is it bad?” Evan looked up at me as if the very idea of upsetting me was tearing him apart.
“No,” I tried to wipe away my tears quickly. “No of course not, Ev. I love it, it’s amazing.”
“I wanna be just like you one day, Mike,” I felt him pull me into a hug. And I hugged him back.
“You need to go to bed.”
“Nuh uh!” He smiled into my side.
“Uh, yeah huh, get to bed before Fredbear finds out you’re in my room.”
He shrieked and giggled as he hopped of my bed.
“Goodnight, love you Evan.”
“Love you too Mikey!” He smiled, waiting by the door.
“Get the hell outta here!” I reached for my pillow
I heard him giggle as he shut the door. I found myself crying again as I pinned that drawing up to the wall.
He wants to be like me when he grows up. Not mom or dad, or even Uncle Henry. He wants to be like me.
I smiled as I slowly fell back to sleep.
Now, I find myself sobbing looking at that fucking drawing.
Now, I can’t even close my eyes without seeing it happen again.
Like the blurb? Check out my work on AO3, “Just like you”!
If you aren’t interested,at least consider liking and reblogging!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/49332334
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