⠀ 🪡 ⠀ ╱ ⠀ 🧵 ⠀ ◞ ░ ◟ 𓊆 𝐄͓̽𝐕͓̽𝐀͓̽𝐍͓̽ 𓊇◝ º ➔ STARTER CALL ︴ @bravebitten ︴

𝐐͓̽𝐔͓̽𝐈͓̽𝐕͓̽𝐄͓̽𝐑͓̽𝐈͓̽𝐍͓̽𝐆͓̽ 𝐀͓̽𝐔͓̽𝐑͓̽𝐄͓̽𝐎͓̽𝐋͓̽𝐄͓̽ 𝐎͓̽𝐅͓̽ him — the   manner   in   which   the   aureate   nap   of   his   plush   form   absorbed ,   fractured ,   &&.   refracted   the   light ,   as   though   he   were   an   artifact   consecrated   yet   grievously   displaced ,   gilded   not   for   reverence   but   for   quiet   immolation .   panic   rippled   through   the   bear   in   hushed ,   tremulous   cadences ,   a   marionette   newly   severed   from   its   guiding   strings .   his   stitched   seams   fluttering   with   each   shallow ,   unnecessary   breath   he   seemed   nonetheless   compelled   to   draw .   the   circus   unfurled   about   them   in   its   customary   lurid   exultation ,   a   grotesquerie   of   lacquered   smiles ,   impossible   geometries ,   &&.   kaleidoscopic   excess ,   yet   she   perceived   with   aching   clarity   how   swiftly   such   brilliance   could   coagulate   into   something   merciless ,   how   easily   the   air   itself   might   turn   sharp   against   the   unwary .   

with   deliberate   reverence ,   the   doll   advanced ,   measured   &&.   unthreatening ,   as   one   might   approach   a   creature   poised   upon   the   precipice   of   flight ,   her   own   stitched   smile   softening   at   its   margins .   cottony   hands   arisen ,   palms   outward ,   suspended   between   guardianship   &&.   invitation ,   as   though   prepared   to   ensnare   him   within   a   fragile   cradle — both   literal ,   should   he   falter ,   &&.   figurative ,   an   invisible   scaffolding   of   solace   offered   without   transgressing   the   delicate   perimeter   of   his   fear .   each   subtle   movement ,   every   imperceptible   tilt   of   her   posture ,   became   a   silent   benediction :   that   for   this   trembling   instant,   he   need   not   endure   the   world   alone,   that   even   amid   the   circus’s   gleaming   chaos,   some   corner   of   it   could   be   held   in   tender   abeyance , ⸺   𓊆    🪡    𓊇  ❝  hey … it’s alright … take it slow ,  ❞  𓊆    🪡    𓊇   ⸺ a murmur , her voice a silken filament of warmth , spun delicately through the synthetic expanse , threading itself around him like a quiet promise , a fragile lattice of comfort against the harsh geometry of the circus , ⸺   𓊆    🪡    𓊇  ❝  we’ve all had to find our footing at first . easy there …  ❞  𓊆    🪡    𓊇   ⸺ though she discerned the tenuousness of her words — mere gossamer wards against a storm that never truly slept — the ragdoll proffered them still , a quiet litany of hope , tenderly spun to hold him fast , if only for the briefest instant , against the dissolution that threatened to claim him .

Never in his life would he have expected something like this. Sure, he certainly shouldn't have been messing with a weird headset that wasn't even his, but as so often happens, the boy's curiosity got the better of him. Upon entering the circus, there was a brief moment of peace, with genuine awe painted on his soft, knitted features as he looked up at the digital environment around him. Ultimately, the reality of the circus hits him like a bus - his body feels terribly wrong, and the sensation of the headset has become a ghost against his face.

It doesn't take long for the panic to set in, and though the boy tries his best to breathe evenly and deeply, it doesn't seem to be helping one bit. Faced with his failure to calm himself down, his breathing exercises deteriorate into near-hyperventilation as he looks down at his - paws. He raises them to his face, grasping pathetically at his skin in a futile attempt to wrench the headset away from his eyes. It doesn't take him terribly long to realize that he can't, and worse, his fingers feel entirely wrong. This only serves to feed his panic, and it could have gotten much worse if not for the unfamiliar voice that cuts through his racing thoughts.

The bear turns abruptly and stumbles on unfamiliar limbs, just barely managing to catch himself. His big, round glassy eyes fall to her, someone new - she looks like a doll, a Raggedy Ann like the one his sister had as a child. Fat tears are already welling up in those eyes of his, stitched expression pinching with the sheer wave of emotion cascading through him at the moment.

Basil looks at Evan with a nervous but gentle expression. There’s a long pause before he actually speaks, but when he finally does, it comes out somewhat shaky.

“Um… are you asking me….?”

Evan's first few weeks since moving to Faraway Town have been rough, to say the least. As much as he hated the town he grew up in, things had finally been looking up for Evan's social life - something he'd yearned for since he was younger. Now he has to start over in a completely unfamiliar place.

The task is daunting, to say the least, but Evan is determined to try his best. It's why he psyches himself up to approach the blonde stranger in town with a wave and a question about Hobbeez. Evan assumed, because he was milling about the fountain near the shop, that the blonde would know about it. It seems he was wrong.

"... Oh!" Embarrassment quickly flushes the boy's cheeks, hands rising up towards his chest and waving about apologetically. A sheepish smile spreads on his lips despite himself. "Um... I just - I thought, since you were here..." he trails, feeling supremely awkward and partly like he just failed the first very important task in his quest to make friends here. A hand lifts, scratching the scars on the back of his neck.

brain is melting: post alliswell!afton family doodles

It`s been awhile since I`ve drawn anything fnaf related, so...