#ajoure

reflection

so i've been reading a lot of 4cmit lately and i got really inspired after reading parasomnia to make some art based on it

@ajoure 's [AU]

Not even Leith's biggest mistake

For @ajoure

A little silly video I made about @ajoure last post.

Uhm OH hi Doctoooor. It's me, the same guy who gave you moss some time ago

I kinda got lost in the factory? No idea where the exit is. I hope you don't mind me snacking on batteries and power generator parts

There's not much good food but batteries taste just like morning cereal😋

Collab Harley Sawyer with @ajoure part 2!!!! WOHO

if Harley Sawyer met Harley Sawyer they would no doubt traumatise one another. ( @ajoure )

So I commissioned the amazing @ajoure for art of of Susan Ayers in my fic Love Him Till The Day That You Die!

This is in chapter 2 when she's settled on the train, before she starts getting bruised and bloodied up

-when she secreted herself away in the final car of the train, peeking carefully out the window and watching as the other intruder made their way into Statues.

She didn’t recognize them, but the way they handled their Grab Pack screamed ‘Employee’ while not making it clear whether they had been one back when the factory had been opened or a ‘Resource Extraction Specialists‘ sent in after. Either way no one she wanted to deal with.

She closed her eyes for a bit, soon she’d be farther into the factory than she’d ever managed before. It was best to be as rested as she could manage.

All too quickly though there was a voice outside the train and when Susan peeked she was surprised to find the Employee had been joined by a Poppy Playtime doll. She’d never seen a living one of those before.

When the Employee boarded the engine and Poppy a passenger car Susan couldn’t quite tell what she was feeling, what this probably meant for Mommy Longlegs.

Not a friend by any stretch of the toys limbs but … still.

It didn’t matter now, they were on their way to Playcare and another step closer to her son.

She breathed, resting her hand on her knees and focusing on the even clack of the train tracks to center herself. But the clacking wasn’t as even as it should be, coming faster and faster.

Too fast.