Michael Afton - Blog Posts
Afton family for my upcoming fic :3
Dropping tonight (already has by the time this is up)
Find it here: 'Up Above, Down Below'
surely nothing will happen to them
surely
I return with more silly dad William doodles (ft. baby Michael once agaiiin)
(follow me 4 silly willy content its my hobby)
Pov: you are Michael Afton fnaf
(texting your beloved boyfriend Jeremy Fitzgerald fnaf because Jeremike rules the world)
“Uhm William was actually a horrible da-” I DON’T CARE HITS YOU WITH NICE DAD WILLIAM DOODLES
(ft. baby michael and his rubiks cube adventures) ((I forgot to post this here))
Cutely brings back my original Jeremy Fitzgerald design :3
HAPPY FNAFIVERSARY!!!
me posing with the author of the best fnaf book
my enemies to lovers babies
hey check this out. *puts him in the fucking microwave*
dear ol’ dad.
question about post bite of 83’ michael
ok so I’m curious bc I’m currently writing a fnaf fanfic-
how do you think michael’s personality would change after the bite of 83’?
personally, I’ve seen it portrayed in two ways: the depressed, and the attention seeker
I’ll start with the depressed bc it’s the one I find to be more appealing and more how I portray it in my own writing. the depressed version is basically where mike is super depressed after the bite, whether that be for a few months, a few years, or its a lifelong thing depends on the author/artist. there are two sides to this one; my personal portrayal, where before the bite mike is quite a bright, charismatic, and extroverted person, and after he is very quiet, keeps to himself, and is quite introverted. the other side is that he becomes very depressed but more on the suicidal side.
the other version is where after the bite, michael is all “oh boohoo I’m so alone and a monster” (yes that is a reference ifykyk). I tend to see this one more im gacha (and just to be clear thats not an attack on the gacha community its simply an observation).
I’m curious how you, dear reader, would portray him in your own fan works.
interesting, I could definitely see that! I feel like will would definitely not be happy that he was losing control of mike, so that checks out.
also, in my au mike gets bullied at school as well as avoided, kids are mean :/
question about post bite of 83’ michael
ok so I’m curious bc I’m currently writing a fnaf fanfic-
how do you think michael’s personality would change after the bite of 83’?
personally, I’ve seen it portrayed in two ways: the depressed, and the attention seeker
I’ll start with the depressed bc it’s the one I find to be more appealing and more how I portray it in my own writing. the depressed version is basically where mike is super depressed after the bite, whether that be for a few months, a few years, or its a lifelong thing depends on the author/artist. there are two sides to this one; my personal portrayal, where before the bite mike is quite a bright, charismatic, and extroverted person, and after he is very quiet, keeps to himself, and is quite introverted. the other side is that he becomes very depressed but more on the suicidal side.
the other version is where after the bite, michael is all “oh boohoo I’m so alone and a monster” (yes that is a reference ifykyk). I tend to see this one more im gacha (and just to be clear thats not an attack on the gacha community its simply an observation).
I’m curious how you, dear reader, would portray him in your own fan works.
question about post bite of 83’ michael
ok so I’m curious bc I’m currently writing a fnaf fanfic-
how do you think michael’s personality would change after the bite of 83’?
personally, I’ve seen it portrayed in two ways: the depressed, and the attention seeker
I’ll start with the depressed bc it’s the one I find to be more appealing and more how I portray it in my own writing. the depressed version is basically where mike is super depressed after the bite, whether that be for a few months, a few years, or its a lifelong thing depends on the author/artist. there are two sides to this one; my personal portrayal, where before the bite mike is quite a bright, charismatic, and extroverted person, and after he is very quiet, keeps to himself, and is quite introverted. the other side is that he becomes very depressed but more on the suicidal side.
the other version is where after the bite, michael is all “oh boohoo I’m so alone and a monster” (yes that is a reference ifykyk). I tend to see this one more in gacha (and just to be clear thats not an attack on the gacha community its simply an observation).
I’m curious how you, dear reader, would portray him in your own fan works.
have I ever shown you my scooped mike design, well here is it now
hes my favourite rotting corpse <3
also an older sketch too
Mike design!! He silly
A (somewhat) accurate process of Mike rotting after he got scooped because I'm literally obsessed with the stages of decomposition and I've been curious about it since seeing that cutscene in SL.
disclaimer!!! I did not use gore photos or non-con photos of the deceased, my references were pigs or medical literature
Close-ups below + decomp timeline:
Stage 1 - Immediately after to a couple hours since death, Pallor Mortis (paling of skin) and Algor Mortis (gradual loss of body heat) occurs. Livor Mortis (pooling of blood to extremities) begins to set in.
Stage 2 - A couple hours to a couple days after Michael's death, Livor Mortis has become fixed, giving the lowest extremities on his body (hands, feet) a purplish hue. Rigor Mortis (stiffening of muscles) occurs and fades after a few days. Autolysis (destruction of cells by the self) causes loosening of skin, fluids released gives it a sheen. Eyes start to cloud.
Stage 3 - A couple days to almost a week since his death. He should be bloating like a balloon but the giant fucking hole in his stomach from the scooper releases all gases (he stinks.) Ennard puppeting his body made it hard for flies to land but they eventually got there and the maggots have hatched. Continued decay of his flesh turns him greenish and makes his skin slough off. Liquefied meat seeps from his orifices. Eyes are fully clouded.
Stage 4 - A week to a couple weeks since the scooper. Bro is experiencing premature male pattern baldness. He's all squishy and slimy from the body fluid and rotting. Exposed parts become a purplish-black colour and the maggots are graduating to further life stages. Eyeballs cave in, get eaten, or in Michael's case, pop out.
Stage 5 - A couple weeks to a month since bro's death. The last chunks of his hair are holding on by a miracle. Most of his outer flesh is eaten away and is almost entirely a purplish-black. Maggots have mostly turned into flies and left for college.
Stage 6 - Ennard realizes he can't stay in a zombie anymore and decides to dip. Leaves Michael a fresh set of eyes as a "sorry" gift. His rotting has thankfully stopped but it'll take a while for him to regenerate. Or not. I have no idea how remnant works. For now, he's basically a sack of rotted flesh and exposed bone. Bald.
This entire post is essentially-
Dear Fnaf Fanartist,
I love you. You provide quality content and designs in your own style.
I especially love looking at all the variations of Micheal Afton, from Micheals with vitiligo and hair specked with white, to Micheals with sophisticated sharp jawlines, to Micheals with soft babyfaced features.
I love it because there isnt really a canon design for him dont get me wrong, but your all forgetting one canon detail…
In Sister Location, we get to see Micheals silhouette, the photo Scott Cawton used was confirmed to be Rick Astley from his “Never Gonna Give You Up” Music Video.
Thus, Micheal canonically looks like Rick Astley, at least in hairstyle.
Id Love to see a Micheal who looks like Rick Astley, to me it would be the only canon.
(Note: This is satire and should not be taken seriously, while I would enjoy seeing a Rick Astley Micheal, Its meant to be silly and shouldn’t be taken as offensive)
Scooped Mikey Afton art ??? more likely than you'd think. TW: gore & body horror & general gross creepy stuff
love this gross dude lol
WAS THAT THE BITE OF
warnings. begging, sub!switch!michael, face sitting, makeouts, grinding, light breeding kink, crying, sorta orgasm denial
michael practically worships the ground you walk on. he's so attentive to your needs.. need new clothes? he's already placed his credit card in your purse, your body is aching? he's already running a bath for you, you're feeling hungry? michael's already placing down suggestions for takeout.
he loves you so much, maybe too much some days. michael makes sure to tell you everyday. wether it's big or small, he will show it in every act he commits to you. so michael just can't wrap his head around the current situation at hand.
"baby, i promise you," michael was on his knees as you stood infront of him, "helen is just an old friend." you stared, unamused while michael's hands held your hips, rubbing the dip in them with his thumb. his chin dug into your pelvis. his glassy eyes narrowed up at you, trying not to cry at your cold gaze boring back at him.
"explains why she was ogling you all night and cuddling up to you then, right?" you asked mockingly before tutting, "you didn't even bother moving away.."
"i'm so sorry, baby," michael sniffled, kissing your stomach, "i won't let her do it again, i swear. hell, i won't even speak to her again if it makes you happy."
you took a deep breath in, your eyes closing in momentary satisfaction. you loved to hear michael beg, it fueled your already high ego. and even if you were frustrated and angry, you loved michael as himself even more. you knew he didn't mean anything wrong, but you couldn't bring yourself to verbally forgive him just yet.
michael's fingertips ghosted your legs, slipping under the hem of your dress, "m'so sorry baby, so so sorry.." you could feel his heartbeat in his voice filled with raw emotion, "i love you so much."
your dress lifted as michael's hands did too and soon they were at the hem of your lacy underwear, "wanna show you how sorry i am, baby, please let me.." pleading eyes hypnotised you, making you nod a few times. michael grinned before picking you up. your legs wrapped around his waist while he leaned forward to kiss you.
your arms rested on his shoulders as you kissed back, both your emotions pouring into it and fueling the fire burning in the pits of your stomachs. michael's fingers played with your underwear before pulling them down just a bit.
michael sat down on the edge of your shared bed after setting you down infront of him. he looked into your eyes as he finished pulling the lace down, letting you step out of them before he pulled you down onto his lap.
big hands fondled your ass as you two began to kiss again, this time michael's tongue entered your mouth. you let out a breath through your nose, his tongue accidentally tickling the roof of your mouth. your tongues rubbed together, creating friction which made you grind down on michael's lap. he chuckled, pushing you down on him and urging you to continue.
sighs left your mouth as your lips detached and your head rested between michael's neck and shoulder. your clit repeatedly brushed against michael's bulge, bringing you closer to the high you were chasing.
high pitched whines came from you when michael stopped your movements, "michael.." he pecked your neck before leaning away, his back flat on the bed.
"want you to come on my tongue, sweetness," michael helped guide your body to his face, gripping your thighs as you settled down on him. instantly, michael's tongue darted out to lick. you relaxed, your hands resting in his hair.
michael's tongue flickered, hitting your clit at the right angle. your moans spurred him on, his hands gripping your thighs tighter and moving your hips harder against his mouth. you grinded down on his face, swaying back and forth. michael's nose took over his tongue's place on your clit as his hands travelled towards your pelvis, settling on your pubic bone.
his thumbs spread downwards, opening up your lips to make more room for his tongue before it darted into you. a yelp of pleasure left your lips and your hands yanked michael's hair.
you looked down after feeling the vibration of a whimper go through your body, meeting wet, crystalline eyes. tears had been slowly dripping down his temple, watery trails taking over the dried ones.
your moans got louder, your orgasm building up again. your movements got faster and were too much for michael's arms to catch up with. his hands fell limp on your thighs, allowing you to suffocate him as you chased your orgasm.
you whined and tossed your head back. your thighs shook around michael's head, your orgasm finally washing over you. you moaned loudly, probably alerting your neighbours of the activity going on in your house.
you cautiously moved your right leg from michael's head, trying not to kick him with how badly your legs were shaking. michael's hand drifted to your hip, laying you down while he rested ontop.
"i love you so much, baby, so much.." michael kissed you swiftly before finally pulling off your dress. his eyes were still glazed with lust and the bottom half of his face was sticky.
"lemme put a baby in you," michael mumbled, massaging your love handles, "show you how much i really need you here w'me.."
a long night was to come.
this is lowkey what i had in mind for the dress
BED PEACE — m afton
you’d love to stay in bed with michael without interruptions. it’s too bad some people have impeccable, or horrible, timing.
warnings – sex while on the phone, riding, slight jealousy
© MILL3RD 2023 — all rights reserved. mature content. please do not steal my works.
a thin, singular streak of orange cast into the bedroom, barely enough to fill up the room with the sunrise but enough so that you and michael could see each other. it was no surprise he had blackout curtains since when he wasn’t working the night shift, he was sleeping. usually.
you let out a sigh of content, wrapped nicely between your boyfriend and the covers. he was behind you, kissing your shoulders and back while his hands roamed underneath the silk sheets. you moved your hair over your left shoulder and turned around to face michael, bringing your hand up to redirect his head to face yours.
the two of your lips met, both of your hands cupping michael’s face while his still continued to bury themselves in forbidden territory. they remained on your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh.
you kissed for what seemed like a while, losing track of time as you both had the weekend off of work: michael as a night guard and you as an office assistant. two boring jobs, but you two could get by well enough together.
michael turned you around, getting you to straddle him so your core was flush against his own. you both let out a breathy sigh, your lips meeting again while your boyfriend rocked you against him. the fabric of both your’s and michael’s underwear created the perfect friction for the two of you, the materials dampening quickly.
you let out needy whines here and there between gasps for air and michael ate up your noises with just as needy kisses. your nails scratched his shoulders soothingly, you knew he enjoyed the sensation. michael’s hands left your thighs, trailing up the curve of your ass to the small of your back and so high that his palms comforted the base of your neck and his fingers massaged the back of your head.
pulling away, you opened your eyes and huffed. now letting your nail circle his chest, you pouted at michael and spoke barely above a whisper, “i can’t cum like this..”
“oh yeah?” michael murmured, his hands remaining in your hair. you nodded, your nose scrunching how it always did when you were frustrated and your eyes watering with want.
“can’t keep my girl waiting then, can i?” you grinned, giggling after michael told you to lift your hips. your thighs ached slightly as you squatted, hooking your arms around michael’s neck. he moved his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring up, bumping your clit. you huffed impatiently before michael pulled your panties to the side. he lined himself up and you finally let yourself sink down on him.
the two of you let out similar moans. you took a few seconds to enjoy the feeling of michael inside you before you started moving. the room was filled with groans and moaning in no time. the two of you barely had time to yourselves before the telephone rang. a collective groan fell from your mouths’ as michael leaned sideways and felt around for the box on your nightstand.
“hello?” michael asked as he wedged the phone between his ear and shoulder, the wire curling around your finger as you played with it in boredom. his eyes met yours, an annoyed expression falling upon his face. he gave the phone to you and you shook your head with a tiny smile. your friend was on the phone.
“hi trisha,” you greeted, listening to your friend rave about a possible outing. as a habit, michael’s thumb maintained circles on your hip, “yeah, i think that’s a great idea, when?”
trisha mentioned that she wanted you to meet her boyfriend and that michael could tag along if he wanted to. however, michael was starting to get bored. his hands gripped your hips and began to move you manually on his thighs. your free hand fell onto michael’s chest and you glared at him, but he just grinned.
“keep talking,” he mouthed and you rolled your eyes at him. she continued to talk about places to go later that day. your brows furrowed as michael hit a good spot inside you and a sigh left your mouth. you could hear trisha’s frown through the phone, especially when she asked if everything was okay.
“yeah, i just don’t think today’s a good day,” you excused, “me and michael planned to spend the day together, y’know with it being our weekend off and all that, maybe tomorrow? if that works with you..”
trisha sighed, yet she agreed that tomorrow would give you all time to plan out where and when.
you pinched michael’s collarbone and he winced, thrusting up into you to try catch you off guard again. this time, a scarcely audible moan left your open lips. but it was into the phone and trisha gasped, asking if you were okay.
“i’m.. ah, i’m fine,” you panted, your nails creating marks in michael’s jawline while he smiled, “it’s just a bit hot in here, haven’t managed to open the windows yet.. how does tomorrow at seven sound?”
you wanted to celebrate when your friend agreed to your arrangement but now she began to list why she knew you’d accept her boyfriend. michael was as impatient as ever and your eyes rolled back as he began to bounce you himself. your hold on the phone grew weak and little hums buzzed in the base of your throat. trisha took it as you agreeing with her. with every movement michael forced upon you, the phone slipped from your hand gradually until it fell into the sheets and your friend probably, surely heard the mattress squeaking.
michael grabbed the phone before you could, thrusting up into you quickly and spoke into the phone, “hey trish, we’re a bit busy right now, can you call back later?”
you could hear the familiar laughter through the phone before a few words and a buzz indicating she hung up. throwing the phone to the side, michael chuckled, “she knew the whole time!”
laughing along with him, you shrugged, “that’s trish, anything to frustrate us, gotta love her though..” your boyfriend rolled his eyes, “sure.. i think she just likes keeping you away from me..”
you giggled, leaning down to kiss michael a few times, “maybe, but now we can continue with no interruptions.”
michael grinned, stealing a longer kiss, “fuck yeah!”
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moving into a house together after college wasn’t exactly the smooth transition you’d hoped for. the idea sounded nice in theory: both of you finally out of the chaos of dorm life and finding some semblance of normalcy in the real world. you quickly realized that your expectations had to shift. everything about this new chapter in your lives felt different from what you imagined, and not in the easy, carefree way you’d hoped. it was messy. in more ways than one.
the first sign things wouldn’t be a walk in the park was when you both arrived at the house, a modest two bedroom tucked away in a quiet neighborhood. the previous owners had left behind remnants of their lives, old furniture, strange smells, and more dust than you’d care to acknowledge. it was the kind of house that had potential, sure, but needed a lot of work. you could already see michael’s hesitation as he stood by the door, scanning the space with that distant, unreadable look he always wore. he didn’t say much, as usual, just shoved his hands into his pockets and shrugged. "it’ll do," was all he muttered. and that was that.
the first day of unpacking was a mix of frustration and awkward silence. you both had a lot of stuff, old books, clothes you probably should have thrown out years ago, random trinkets and mementos that didn’t make any sense. michael didn’t say much, just quietly took boxes from the car and brought them inside. you tried to talk, tried to make small conversation, but his replies were short and detached. when he did speak, it was almost like he wasn’t really speaking to you at all. the words were more of a distant observation. "this stuff’s not going to fit in here." "we’ll need to fix that." he wasn’t unhelpful, but he wasn’t exactly engaged either. it was like there was this invisible wall between the two of you, and every time you tried to climb over it, you realized it was sturdier than you thought.
and then came the furniture. or, rather, the lack of furniture. michael had picked out the couch, a ragged, secondhand thing that seemed like it had been through at least two decades of college parties. but the rest of the house was bare. you went to the store together to pick out a few pieces. it should’ve been a fun experience, but it turned into a disaster. michael was overly picky about everything. he didn’t want anything too “fancy” or “flashy,” and while you understood that, you started to get frustrated by his refusal to even consider anything that might bring a little color into the space. every time you found something you liked, he would shoot it down with a single look, a soft grunt of disapproval, or, worse, silence.
"what about this one?" you’d ask, holding up a throw pillow that was soft and vibrant, the exact opposite of everything he usually gravitated toward.
"it’s fine," he’d respond, barely glancing at it, like it didn’t matter at all.
"you don’t even like it, do you?" you would press, your voice a little sharper than intended.
"it’s a pillow," he’d shrug.
you knew better than to push too hard. michael wasn’t someone who took kindly to being told what to do. so, you tried to pick your battles. but the mess kept piling up, and the tension never quite dissipated. on days when the house seemed especially chaotic, when the boxes were still scattered across the floor, when the furniture still hadn’t found a permanent place, when it felt like nothing was in order, he’d retreat into his own space. it was like he couldn’t deal with the noise, the mess, or the feeling of being trapped in this house that wasn’t quite "home" yet.
the first real argument came on the third night, when the kitchen was a disaster and you were tired of cleaning up after him. you hadn’t even meant for it to escalate, but something in the way he carelessly left his things all over the counter, again, broke something in you.
“michael, seriously?” you asked, your voice low but edged with frustration. “you can’t just leave your stuff everywhere.”
he turned to face you, his expression unreadable, a mix of annoyance and something deeper. "i’m not the one who’s making a big deal out of nothing," he said, his voice quieter but sharp.
"it’s not nothing! it’s about respect!" you snapped, your hands gesturing wildly toward the mess. "this house is a mess, and we can’t even get anything done because you won’t help with anything!"
the silence that followed was thick, suffocating. michael’s eyes darkened, like he was suddenly somewhere else, his thoughts miles away from the moment. "i’m doing the best i can," he muttered under his breath, but it was almost like he wasn’t talking to you at all.
you didn’t know what to say after that, and you both just stood there in the kitchen, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. you knew he wasn’t the type to open up, to tell you what was going on in his mind.
after that fight, things were quieter for a while. you both settled into a routine, kind of. the dishes still piled up, the boxes still went unpacked, but somehow, the house started to feel a little more like home. there were still awkward silences, still moments where michael would disappear into his own head for hours, but there were also moments of calm. times when he would sit next to you on the couch without saying anything, but you knew he was there.
ask
michael afton? in my marvel movie?
i think michael hating the entirety of the fazbear franchise EXCEPT foxy is one of the funniest ideas in the world
hey check this out. *puts him in the fucking microwave*
btw i’ve decided michael afton wears glasses. he doesn’t like wearing them. in fact, he’s self-conscious about it. and he only wears them occasionally to work and when he’s alone with you!
see drabble below ↓
the clock on the wall ticks past 2:45 am when you hear the faint sound of the door creaking open. michael’s home. you don’t need to ask how work went; the tired shuffle of his boots is enough to tell you it’s been a long night.
you’re sitting on the couch, a worn-out book in your hands that you’ve probably read a hundred times already. the house is quiet, save for the distant hum of a fan, and the way the dim light from the hallway filters into the living room. the air feels heavy. when michael steps into the room, you can tell he’s exhausted. his hair is messier than usual, his shoulders a little more slumped, but what catches your attention immediately is the pair of glasses perched on his nose. the same glasses he rarely wears outside of when it’s just the two of you. he looks... a little too good in them. "hey," you say, glancing over the top of your book. “haven't seen those in a while.”
he gives you an unreadable look, but you can see the subtle awkwardness in the way he gently pushes them up his nose, like he's trying to make them disappear. "yeah, well, i don’t really like them," he mutters.
you raise an eyebrow, setting the book down in your lap, "they're cute."
he doesn't respond. crossing the room, sinking heavily down onto the couch next to you. you can smell the lingering scent of cigarette smoke and sanitizer on him, his technician’s outfit looking a bit rumpled. he keeps his gaze fixed on the carpet, fiddling with the edge of his sleeve. “long night?” you ask, tilting your head to the side. he sighs heavily, slouching back against the couch. he rubs at his face with one had, glasses pushed up onto his forehead. “the longest,” he mumbles.
you hum sympathetically. he glances at you out of the corner of his eye, his gaze flicking over your face. "how was your day?" he asks, though his words are more of a formality than a genuine question. you know the day doesn’t really matter to him, but you tell him anyway. about work, about the book you’re reading, the mundane errands you ran, whatever pops into your mind. michael sits there quietly, just listening. he’s been so tired lately; it’s been weighing down on him heavily. “you doing ok?” you ask abruptly but gently, after a long pause. he gives a noncommittal shrug, still looking at the ground. “m’fine,” he mutters, though he’s anything but. you study him closely, and you can see that the bags under his eyes are more prominent than usual. his shoulders are tensed. you set your book on the coffee table, shifting your body and kissing his cheek.
michael leans a little into the touch. the tension on his expression eases just a little, though there's still a frown on his face. he glances at you. “that all i get for coming home so late?” he says, his voice teasing. you laugh breathily, almost like a sigh. kissing the corner of his mouth. he can’t help but crack a small smile as you press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, the action so familiar to him. he lifts a hand, gently brushing your cheek with his thumb. “missed you,” he murmurs, the words slipping out before he can stop them. "mm. missed you." you kiss him in a slow way, a lingering press, more comfort than passion. he lets out a soft sigh as your lips meet his, he kisses you back, gently and unhurried, as if the world outside the walls of your home didn’t exist. he tastes faintly of nicotine. he deepens the kiss, his mouth moving against yours in a familiar rhythm.
he shifts on the couch, angling his body towards yours, and pulls you closer. he kisses you a little harder this time, his hands skimming over your hip. he’s always been affectionate when he’s tired, and the exhaustion from his shift just makes him all the more needy. he breaks off the kiss, his forehead resting against yours. he’s so close that you can see the tiny freckles across his nose, the tired bags under his eyes. “stay with me,” he murmurs against your lips, hands finding their familiar place on your waist. his thumb rubs idle circles on your body. he sounds tired. “i don’t want to be alone right now.” you pull away slightly, your thumb tracing his cheekbone as you study him closely. he can’t bring himself to meet your gaze, eyes averted, and you can tell there’s something weighing on his mind he’s not telling you.
(okay this is a sidenote but omg imagine the SL ending when mike opens his eyes and he has glasses on...... like he just got scooped but i #needthat....... i think i'm ovulating.)