FNaF Personifications : Fun At Freddy’s Part 1

Actually lemme add onto my previous ask because Tails & Cosmo make me insane and I need to YAP /pos I can imagine the scenario so clearly. Cosmo bracing herself for whatever attack Shadow threw, opening her eyes just in time to see Tails fall over, trying to get him to get up... the dawning realization, the creeping dread. Sobbing and holding him close like when they were on planet marmolin as if that could fix everything THEY DRIVE ME TO DRINKKK anyway sorry for exploding in your inbox LOL

🙊🙊 and then the world exploded!!!

(these r just a bunch of quick sketches i put together LMAO not fit to do an animatic rn 💔)

Old art (2022)

I really miss drawing man😣 but I’m still struggle with myself to made some new work (›´-`‹ )

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OMG THANK YOU FOR THE WARM WELCOME 🙏🏻

I’ll post new work soon but lemme think first about what should i do next?

I haven’t drawn them in a while so I made a new banner 💋

Have you guys heard of the myth of Cupid and Psyche? Falling in love with Love himself seems like something Amy would do

Would Cecil prefer a rare plant or chocolates for Valentine's Day?

Hope you had a good day!

No idea

I love these two 🫶🫶🫶

Umm hii! I really love your art and idk if you're still taking requests but umm. For the ice cream thing, Jamik is dark cherry?

Having a normal one.

Just thinking about a Yandere Blade—he keeps you in a cramped room, and visits you often. Usually he doesn’t speak, just brings food and stares at you, sometimes he even brings trinkets.

You’ll fight, you’ll claw and shout and wail, and he’ll simply endure. But the second you try to hurt yourself in any capacity—he becomes a different beast.

You refuse to eat, try to starve yourself, and he’ll hold you down and use his weight to keep you pinned. He forces your jaw open, fingers hooked in your mouth as you cry and gag. The calloused pads of his digits press on your tongue, digging into your cheek, feeling over your molars. You’re spluttering, crying, gagging, trying to get him off you, to spit the food out but he clamps a hand on your jaw and snaps it closed. “Swallow, or I’ll break your jaw,” he says, and tightens his hand. You swallow.

Blade will keep at it until you give up, pets your hair after every bite, softens his grasp. Once you just allow him to feed you by hand, he’s so gentle, attentive, gaze intense.

It’s the same song and dance with baths, or clothes. If you don’t take care of yourself, he’ll drag you and bruise you and get it done. If you do it, he’ll simply sit and watch, to make sure you do.