— 𝚕𝚒𝚝. 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚡 𝚘𝚌
— 𝚙𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚝
— 𝚙𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝟸𝟷+
— 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 @paintrobloxia.bsky.social
tru█st█ yo█u . lea██d me .
i hope this’ll keep you nice and fed for awhile. the account looked promising enough.
;their form is hunched, fangs bared. no words spoken.
tru█st█ yo█u . lea██d me .
;their form is hunched, fangs bared. no words spoken.
bite~y. <3
;it overlays its clawed hands across its body. it glances down, staring at them, these razor sharp things. disgusting. disgusting, disgusting.
;their form is hunched, fangs bared. no words spoken.
;it overlays its clawed hands across its body. it glances down, staring at them, these razor sharp things. disgusting. disgusting, disgusting.
( that meant more than what he could ever verbally express. )
i'll just be a minute. i've come to learn how to speed this process up without being mess about it. try not to miss me too much in my absence, yeah?
( it can't see it, but he definitely winked and stuck his tongue out. )
took the words out of my mouth . . . if it's any comfort, nothing could ever tarnish the way i see you, my sunspot .
;carefully and rather hesitantly, it lets go of him and steps back, turning around to let him work his magic.
;it overlays its clawed hands across its body. it glances down, staring at them, these razor sharp things. disgusting. disgusting, disgusting.
took the words out of my mouth . . . if it's any comfort, nothing could ever tarnish the way i see you, my sunspot .
;carefully and rather hesitantly, it lets go of him and steps back, turning around to let him work his magic.
( mmwah. a little kiss to its forehead. it was dirty work. but in his own twisted way, he'd do it again and again if it meant the safety of his other half. )
i don't like you watching when i do this.
i don't want your vision of me to be ... soiled? corrupted?
okay . i trust you . lead me .
took the words out of my mouth . . . if it's any comfort, nothing could ever tarnish the way i see you, my sunspot .
;carefully and rather hesitantly, it lets go of him and steps back, turning around to let him work his magic.
okay . i trust you . lead me .
... i know, bitey. i know.
but. you have to eat. and robloxia, as bright and whimsical as it is, provides.
i don't want this . i can't live like this .
;their instincts betray them, as their mouth begins salivating.
okay . i trust you . lead me .
i don't want this . i can't live like this .
;their instincts betray them, as their mouth begins salivating.
... bitey, if you need to feed, i can help. you know i can, would, and will. besides, how are we supposed to relax if you're busy drooling? ehe. 🎶
( he has someone picked out. he always does. )
shall we go ? we're . . . burning daylight, my sunspot . what sounds good . . .
i don't want this . i can't live like this .
;their instincts betray them, as their mouth begins salivating.
shall we go ? we're . . . burning daylight, my sunspot . what sounds good . . .
( he does enjoy painting for them ... it's a bit overdue by now. he smiles and nods. but, they can't shake the feeling that something is a bit wrong. )
... bitey?
;it squeezes his hand tightly, perhaps weaker than usual? they retract their hand rather hurriedly.
anyway ! perhaps we should find some lovely scenery ? it's been a while since i've last seen you in action . . .
shall we go ? we're . . . burning daylight, my sunspot . what sounds good . . .
;it squeezes his hand tightly, perhaps weaker than usual? they retract their hand rather hurriedly.
anyway ! perhaps we should find some lovely scenery ? it's been a while since i've last seen you in action . . .
we can have plenty of fun just the two of us.
( he steps closer, smiling behind his own sticky note mask. both hands take one of its. )
we can even just sit and chat. you know how high energy i am, but. i can chill out for you.
; it holds its arms behind its back, nervously clutching at its forearm. they try to seem upbeat.
i'll go anywhere as long as it is with you .
;it squeezes his hand tightly, perhaps weaker than usual? they retract their hand rather hurriedly.
anyway ! perhaps we should find some lovely scenery ? it's been a while since i've last seen you in action . . .
; it holds its arms behind its back, nervously clutching at its forearm. they try to seem upbeat.
i'll go anywhere as long as it is with you .
( rocking back and forth on his heels, he taps a finger to his cheek. )
we could always find one of those cool, moody hangouts you like. or we could play something! whatever you’d like!
; beneath the sticky note mask, its smile grows wider. it tilts its head as it observes.
i have been well, perhaps just a touch H█N█ GRY██ healthy ! i have been healthy . :)
though, it has been lonelier without you, my sunspot ...
; it holds its arms behind its back, nervously clutching at its forearm. they try to seem upbeat.
i'll go anywhere as long as it is with you .
; beneath the sticky note mask, its smile grows wider. it tilts its head as it observes.
i have been well, perhaps just a touch H█N█ GRY██ healthy ! i have been healthy . :)
though, it has been lonelier without you, my sunspot ...
( he’s practically bouncing in place, short tail flicking side to side. )
not much of anything interesting, really. i’ve just been causing a touch of mischief. 🤭
how are you—!
s██ sa███ ve█ sugarpill !! it's been for ever ! i've missed you, my dear, anything new ?
; beneath the sticky note mask, its smile grows wider. it tilts its head as it observes.
i have been well, perhaps just a touch H█N█ GRY██ healthy ! i have been healthy . :)
though, it has been lonelier without you, my sunspot ...
s██ sa███ ve█ sugarpill !! it's been for ever ! i've missed you, my dear, anything new ?
s██ sa███ ve█ sugarpill !! it's been for ever ! i've missed you, my dear, anything new ?
UMBRA (not noli)
vaguely an adult but how do you give this an age
she/they
the fnaf fandom made sentient and turned into this thing
8'9
demigirl pansexual
UMBRA (not noli)
vaguely an adult but how do you give this an age
she/they
the fnaf fandom made sentient and turned into this thing
8'9
demigirl pansexual
that tells the story of what the night
is thinking.
it's thinking of 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.
it's thinking of 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 us to 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡
and leaving our 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 in a 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫.
that tells the story of what the night
is thinking.
it's thinking of 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.
it's thinking of 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 us to 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡
and leaving our 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 in a 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫.