#‘...I’ll be your guide’

[incorrect-fnaf-quotes]

Appearing in FNaF World, Cassidy just kind of... popped out of a pond, and was very confused. So was everyone else.

She went down into the one that OMC was fishing at when the two were chatting, and popped out of a FNaF World pond—and was greeted by a confused Dee Dee and Freddy.

They’re both confused, and asking her questions—but she’s still just as confused as them. What is she supposed to say?

[00fairylights00]

I Guess You Just Don’t Love Me Anymore

GIF from @glowing-starlight on Tumblr

I was so taken by @ash-arts-but-sinful's post which mentions P being jealous of the cat and @oldworldghost’s post which contains the idea of him becoming more mischievous and sassy as he becomes human that I just had to write a little something, I hope it’s alright that I drew on your thoughts for some inspiration!

As a disclaimer, I haven’t finished my first play-through yet so this is more of a character study based off of what I’ve experienced in-game and what I’ve been seeing on Tumblr instead of delving heavily into the world-building and established story that exists within the game. So hopefully no spoilers and it’s very likely that this won’t at all line up with the in-game timeline.

Big thanks to @cupidsredcollar beloved for proofreading <3 

For as long you had known Pinocchio you had never known him to be a jealous individual, in fact, when you’d first met that bleak, overcast morning in Hotel Krat you had been almost unsettled by his uncanny nature. 

His features were perfectly human, aside from the metal prosthetic he’d been fitted with. He had freckles and soft hair, a face that looked fashioned from a real person instead of the smiling caricatures Krat’s puppets were usually fitted with. 

But despite his boyish features, his face barely moved, he nodded along to Sophia as she gave him the task of locating his father, Mr. Geppetto, and tilted his head in question as Lady Antonia explained the concept of lying but his brows didn’t so much as pinch, his lips didn’t quirk and his eyes looked straight through you as you had wished him safety on his travels.

So watching in real time as he came into his own was something you cherished greatly, you continued to watch him grow and change, become something new. Pinocchio chose to spend a lot of his down time with you, he said he found you interesting, that you had a way of explaining humanity that made sense to him and over the last couple of weeks something had started to shift in him.

No, Pinocchio had never been a jealous individual, for as long as you’d known him.

Until today.

Your morning had started normally, woken up by the cool feeling of P’s lips against your forehead, human hand smoothing back your hair. He mumbled something about needing to go out, you tried to convince him to come back to bed, he tried to convince you to get up (he always wins).

P drags you down to the kitchen, you eat and he watches, something that was initially a little awkward but you’ve come to really look forward to, then you farewell each other at the rear entrance of the hotel. 

He holds you close to his chest, resting his lips to your hairline and making you promise to look after yourself and your companions while he’s away, you make him promise to be careful though you know he’s not always able to, often catching glimpses of Sophia muttering blessings and incantations under her breath in the foyer.

“It’s just Ergo hunting today, I’ll be more than careful.” He whispers, human arm winding around your shoulder. You breathe him in, hands to his chest feeling the odd sensation of his heart, not quite a tick but not quite a beat. 

You lean up to kiss against the slant of his jaw, his mechanical pulse jumping in response. He looks down at you, you catch the fondness in his blue eyes without mistake, he captures your lips in his, holding on for a second longer than he knows is necessary (it’s not like you mind though).

Lounging against the doorway, watching him walk towards the entrance of Elysion Boulevard, he turns and gives a last longing look over his shoulder before stepping through the wrought iron gates and disappearing from view.

You sigh, making your way back inside to start on your usual round of chores, helping where you could to take the load off of Polendina who needed more time to focus on Lady Antonia and her illness. You had just returned to the puppet butler for more tasks when you noticed movement on the top of the shelf behind the front desk. 

Sitting tall and proud was Hotel Krat’s resident sweetheart, Spring, tail swishing steadily as she kept watch of the foyer from her perch. The white and orange cat jumped down to the desk as she noticed you, laying down across the dark wood and turning over in gesture for belly rubs; which you gave happily. 

“She’s been very noisy today,” Polendina explained, stroking the cat, “I wonder what she’s trying to tell us?”

“Probably trying to manipulate us into giving her more treats, isn’t that right?” You accused lightly, you were sure that if he could, Polendina would be smiling. 

“There is another load of laundry that needs folding, could I have a hand?” He asked politely.

“Of course Polendina.”

And it seemed you had found yourself a shadow, Spring making an unreasonable amount of noise as she followed you and Polendina around the hotel. She wound between your legs, chirruped in response to your voices and bumped her head against whatever part of your bodies were within her reach. 

It was no surprise that Spring was loved by the inhabitants of the hotel, and it was very apparent that she loved them back, well everyone except for P. Not for lack of trying of course, he followed your advice of trying to build trust between him and the animal but she wouldn’t so much as let P touch her, hissing her disapproval for all to hear.

You’d often watch as P would recoil from Spring, the feline swiping and spitting at the puppet. You couldn’t tell from his expressions if the cat’s dislike for him bummed him out but sometimes as he lay next to you in bed he would lament quietly that Spring hated him, which would award him a sound of humoured pity and a kiss for the cheek.

It wasn’t clear what it was about P that set Spring off so aggressively. In all the time you had spent at Hotel Krat she’d never behaved in such an unfriendly way, even complete strangers who would seek refuge for short periods of time were welcome to interact with Spring freely. 

She would bask in the attention. You hoped that she would eventually come around to the puppet, given it looked like he would be around for the long haul and you just knew the two would be the best of friends if she would stop being so nasty.

But P was patient, far more patient than you were and it showed as you folded and unfolded the same piece of linen for the third time without realising, Polendina placed a gloved hand over your own, silently relieving you of duty.

“Apologies, my mind seems to be elsewhere Polendina.”

“You worry for the boy, it’s only natural that your mind wanders.” You sometimes forget how long Polendina has been around, having been a close companion of Lady Antonia’s for decades. You had a feeling he knew more about human emotions than he let on, somehow he always knew what to say when it came to your thoughts surrounding Geppetto’s Puppet. 

“I just can’t help it, and with him figuring out who he is, I fear he’ll get himself hurt by being too kind.” You wring your hands in your lap, focusing hard on the lines in your skin as you try to keep yourself from thinking of anything too awful.

“He has met humans who have given him trouble before and he has a good head on his shoulders. I would wager that you have nothing to worry about, but I understand that may not put your mind at ease.” 

“It doesn’t but thank you.” Your hand went to Polendina’s shoulder with a smile. “I think I’m going to find something else to do, try and get my mind off of things.”

Polendina nodded once, going back to folding the linens, “I’ll send the boy your way when he returns.”

You smiled in earnest, appreciative of Polendina’s knowing kindness. 

Spring, who had been lounging between you and Polendina, got up, stretching herself out and scampering over to your side. She meowed frantically to grasp your attention. 

Her interruptions continued as you made your way around the kitchen. It wasn’t particularly dirty given how little it was being used now, however, the repetitive action of wiping down the countertops and sweeping the floor were just the distraction you were looking for. 

Your ears perked up at the heavy steps of boots on marble floors, the jingle of P’s belt was something you could identify in your sleep. He stood tall in the doorway, all sweet smiles and fidgeting hands. Happy to see you, always happy to see you.

He was shockingly clean as he approached, resting his forehead to yours as his hands found their place on your waist, all the scolding about tracking oil and muck through the hotel was finally paying off.

You ran your hands over the intricate designs embossed onto the lapel of his coat, smoothing the fabric down before hooking your hands behind his neck.

“Welcome home, pretty boy.” You cooed, brushing your nose against his. 

He liked the small intimacies you shared, bunny kisses you’d come to find were a favourite of his.

“You can go and relax if you want, I’m just cleaning.” You offered, but he shook his head. 

Spring had also gotten bored of waiting on you, brushing up against your legs. So there you stood, sandwiched between your two favourite beings. 

And two shadows wouldn’t be so bad if they would stop getting under foot, you laughed as Spring and P fought for your attention while you made your way around the kitchen.

P hovered close, slinging his arm around your waist as you tried to pass him. You stopped short as he pressed his face into your neck, leaning back against his chest and resting your hands over his wrist. You could feel him smile against your skin, a careful, small smile that only he could manage.

At that moment Spring took it upon herself to jump up onto the counter in front of you, hissing and swiping at P, he scowled and pulled you closer.

“Beast,” he scowled, you gaped at P, smacking the back of your hand at his chest.

“Don’t be horrible, she’s just protecting her territory,” you chided, 

“I haven’t done anything to her, yet she spits at me.” He complained, you thought your ears might be playing tricks on you at the distinct sound of a whine in his tone.

“You love her.” You reminded smugly, a truth he was unable to escape.

“Yeah, unfortunately,” he mumbled, you pushed against his hold, trying to signal your want to move and he hesitantly loosened his grip. Hand ghosting over your waist as he watched you go, you threw a smile over your shoulder which he returned in kind.

You gave Spring a kiss on the head, letting her nuzzle her face against yours before scooping her up and putting her down on the floor where she went back to curling around your legs.

“Ah, so the cat gets a kiss but I don’t?” P asked. You snorted, flinging the rag you’d been using to polish the countertops over your shoulder.

You lent your hip against the counter and crossed your arms over your chest, “you never asked for a kiss, how was I supposed to know that’s what you wanted?”

“I feel like it was obvious.” He placed both of his hands on the counter, stretching his arms out straight as he pushed against the granite. 

You rolled your eyes in jest, unable to keep the fond smile from creeping onto your face, playfully exasperated you closed the short distance between the two of you. Lifting up on your tip-toes to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, he was quick to move his head once you’d pulled back. Hands to your waist and pulling you against him, sealing his lips to yours so quickly it pulled a sound of shock from your throat.

“What’s up with you today, you’ve been awfully touchy.” You teased, twisting the ends of his hair between your fingers. “Not that I’m complaining of course.”

“Missed you,” he murmured, pressing his lips to your forehead tenderly. 

“I missed you too, always miss you when you’re gone.” You placed a hand on his cheek, thumb rubbing gently under his eye.

He pulled the rag from your shoulder and threw it behind you unceremoniously, taking your hand from his cheek to drag you out of the kitchen, a laugh bubbled out of your throat that P was happy to mischievously return.

He led you to the library, seating you at the piano and turning away to rifle through the sheet music stacked in a crate on the floor. He’d been getting better day by day. 

His body wasn’t exactly built to do delicate actions but that never seemed to stop him, in fact, he was inexplicably drawn to all the soft parts of being human even if initially he was afraid to get it wrong. The last thing he’d ever want to do is hurt anyone close to him and for that reason he was acutely aware of the raw strength he possessed.

Though his conscious effort to be gentle made all the difference.

Spring decided she’d had enough of being ignored, jumping up onto the piano bench and brushing up against you, pressing close and then curling down next to you. P turned around, the particular book of sheet music he was searching for held up in his hand, his expression dropped almost comically as he noticed Spring’s position next to you, taking up what was going to be his spot.

“Move her,” he says simply, you throw your head back with a hearty laugh but P’s serious expression doesn’t change.

“No,” you start with a laugh, “Spring got here first, you’ll have to pull up a chair.”

P continued to stand his ground, you wondered if he hoped his very presence would annoy Spring enough that she’d disappear of her own accord, but the cat only opened one eye. She regarded P from her curled up position before nestling her chin back down into her tail. 

It was like Spring knew she was in his spot and was smugly showing off to him, purring loudly.

“P, I’m not moving the cat. Just come and sit on the other side of me.” You insisted, watching as his unappreciated love for the animal won out and he stalked off to get a chair. You chuckled under your breath and passed your fingers through Spring’s soft fur.

“You are so mean to him, you know? He’s quite fond of you and I think you two would be very good friends if you gave him the chance.” You whispered to the cat who ignored you, continuing to purr unabashedly.

Unbeknownst to you, P watched your interaction with the feline from the doorway, his chest feeling warm in a way he wasn’t quite used to yet. Touched by your words that you thought were falling on deaf ears.

He gave in to your fondness for the cat, pulling his chair up next to you, fingers gently flitting across the keys as you hummed softly, head resting comfortably on his shoulder. He decided he didn’t mind this so much.

Late in the evening, however, he decided he did mind. 

You were curled up in your bed a book in hand and Spring dozing lazily in your lap, he entered the room and his shoulders physically dropped.

“What’s the matter?” You asked, thumb placed between the pages of your book as a makeshift bookmark. 

“Nothing,” he mumbled, sitting down unceremoniously on the edge of your bed to take off his shoes.

You placed the now forgotten book on your bedside cabinet, the act of sitting up a little difficult with the cat in your lap. You reached for his shoulder but he shrugged off your hand, trying to hide the action by stripping off his coat.

He stood and draped the coat over the back of your desk chair and moved to unbutton his waistcoat, all while staring down Spring with a scowl.

It clicked.

“Are you jealous of the cat?” You wanted deeply to believe that your Pinocchio was not jealous of a cat, but you couldn’t come up with a more sound explanation.

“I don’t know what that word means.” He lied, avoiding your gaze entirely, unbuckling his belt and dumping it on the desk, Gemini didn’t say anything so you assumed he mustn’t be awake.

“Yes you do,” you rolled your eyes, “I remember very clearly the conversation we had about it.” 

He didn’t respond, turning his back to you and focusing his attention on rifling through the dresser drawer full of his clothes. The sleep clothes he was looking for were folded at the end of the bed.

“It’s okay that you’re jealous of-”

“I am not jealous.” Quick, concise and with no room for argument, he spun back on you. His snapping didn’t phase you.

“Uh huh,” you teased with a smirk, turning all your attention back to Spring who’d been ignoring your exchange.

Perhaps what you were doing was a little mean, given that before you hadn’t been ignoring him on purpose, but it was too fun an opportunity to pass up. P let out a disgruntled huff, shuffling around in your peripheral.

“I guess you just don’t love me anymore.” He offered with his arms crossed over his chest, your jaw dropped and a shocked laugh fell out of your open mouth.

“You take that back, immediately!” You snapped playfully, sitting up fully and annoying the cat enough for her to get up and move.

“Make me.” The challenge he’d levied would mean conceding to his childish behaviour but after all he’d been through, you thought it only fair. 

You pulled the sheets back and stood from the bed, crossing the room to him. He tried to act as though he was uninterested, tried to pretend that your hands on his chest didn’t affect him, tried to ignore the speed of his heart as it hammered under your palm.

Your hands travelled the beaten path they always did, from his chest to his collarbone, then hooking behind his neck. Trying to pull him down was useless, like trying to topple a brick wall with bare hands, but you caught him staring out of the corner of his eye.

“Look at me.” Your whisper was a command, and he had always been faithful to a fault. “I love you.”

He tried to hide the oncoming smile, dropping his chin to his chest, but you were quick to guide his gaze back to yours. There was no way you’d be missing that careful grin. His eyes were soft and gentle when they met your own, there was hesitance in them that you didn’t want to see, so you kissed him.

He melted against you, arms winding around your back and pulling you against his chest, you hummed and he couldn’t stop the full blown grin from forming on his lips; breaking away to look at you like a giddy school boy.

“Are you going to take it back?” You asked, brushing your nose against his in a bunny kiss. 

“Will I still get to kiss you if I do?” He joked, you rolled your eyes albeit in good nature, hands cradling his cheeks as he continued to smile.

“I think that can be arranged,” you mused, leaning in to kiss him again, the two of you falling into familiar rhythm with one another.

Spring slinked out of the partially open door, tail held high, she had seen more than enough.

[kittycrumb]

what is this girl doing 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ i hope she doesn’t start speaking french next

[hirayaea]

finished all the myths—it was an amazing ride ╰(°▽°) I had so much fun, can’t wait for people to react to it ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

I wrote down my quick reactions — my thoughts are too giddy right now — be warned, spoilers under cut!

aya’s reactions:

the reason why you’re in that costume, xavier, is because captain jenna knows what the people want!

jeremiah definitely made the lumiere costume he is way too proud of it

I love how they hang out at jeremiah’s for ice cream

astria knyght trio shenanigans! i am ALIVE

jeremiah is like the Q to xavier’s 007

mc definitely knows xavier is lumiere! she’s so funny she’s just baiting him to fess up!

the way mc feels about lumiere is adorable, you can’t change my mind she had the hugest crush on him!

OMG SHE PUT A TRACKER ON HIM I LOVE MC

MC CONNIVING WITH JEREMIAH IS SO FUNNY

I t’s hard to ignore now: all the sleeping is probably due to evol overuse

omg what are those injections?!

is this how he heals after a big fight? he goes back to his spaceship? that’s kinda lonely :( seiyaaa

ok xavier is OP and we all know it ugh he’s so cool

omg finally THE TRUTH IS REVEALED

I can’t they’re so soft hdjsbsksksk

they’re going to the hospital. I can only imagine zayne’s reaction seeing a beat up mc and xavier in the lumiere outfit

mc buying lumiere plushies and saying she’s gonna eat and sleep with them is so relatable

“how much merch did you buy?!” omg this man sounds exactly like my rl bf

mc is us for real

they’re so in love

xavier is jealous of himself, what a silly silly man

the face he makes when he thinks mc doesn’t like him is too much I wanna SQUEEZE HIM

mc actually calls him out on his jealousy! that’s right tell your man he’s being adorable but dumb

aaa THEY’RE TOO CUTE ♡ ♡ ♡

[goodtime-not-alongtime]

me after learning about John’s Bermuda storm incident

[deus-ex-mona]

s a v e m e m e o t o

[bitchdafuqyousay]

y’all are sooo mean to my girl gwen but i don’t see even half that outrage n hostility finding it’s way to peter b so ik for sure y’all would be more forgiving if she was a boy it’s mad annoying

[lyrebirdgore]

WHOS GONNA GO ON A FOUR YEAR LONG CRUISE WITH ME????

Please I wanna get away so bad 🥲

[sixthwater]

Occult & Positivity

I've been into astrology since I was a kid. Tarot not for so long in comparison, so I can't speak too much on it. Regardless, there is a habit that is consistent with astrology, and I can get why.

Steering more towards the light-hearted topics / themes and avoiding darker ones, or stating that this type of negativity isn't welcomed

To look at this we'd have to remember that Astrology (and tarot) is usually associated with the Eighth House. So when looking at the Eighth, besides it's physical associations, it's what's hidden from the First. So things we can't see, things that are taboo, going underneath the surface to figure out the truth -- also why Psychology and such can be found here.

In a weird way, the Eighth House is one of the most honest houses (it is a succedent house tbf). It is intimidating, but it holds factual things, we just can't access them unless we try / want to see them. So to take the practice of astrology and rip half of it away because some of it is uncomfortable or has bad vibes is like not fully embracing all it has to offer.

I'm not saying to do some true crime deep dives through astrology/tarot, or the only way to ~truly get~ the practice is to do deep shadow work all the time, but it’s just upsetting to see half of its beauty being shoved in a closet because people don’t want to look at themes such as death, disaster, mental illness, etc

The amount of times last year that I saw a shitty year ahead for my friends that had nothing good to pick out and had to tell them was ridiculous, but I’m not an astrologer if I lie through my teeth and it helps no one. Seeing weak points in a chart and discussing it with friends is not that bad — it’s way easier honestly since there’s room to find where they can pivot to a stronger aspect and work on it.

The point is: you can’t look at a cookies and crème cake and be mad that there’s Oreos in it.

[deltas-universe]

I work at a movie theatre and the ad for beetlejuice beetlejuice is EVERYWHERE and it’s reigniting my obsession with the musical I HAVENT THOUGHT ABOUT IT SINCE 2021

[quibbs126]

You know, it really does feel like Evoland 2’s missing a chunk of the game

Like, the way it ends is technically fine; granted it means all our characters are going to end up meeting horrible fates and also that we effectively have changed nothing. If the game was going for an ultimately depressing tone of “no you can’t truly change things, even if you can change a little”, that would work, but that doesn’t feel like that’s what it’s going for

It would work better if that were instead like a Neutral Ending scenario in Undertale, or like OneShot, where it can technically be the end, but there’s actually a True Ending to the story, and by continuing the game, we get that final chunk of the game that wraps up all the loose ends and gives us a happy ending, like the time loop ending and everyone getting a better outcome

It would be nice if the developers gave us that final story in the future, like some sort of update or patch to the game (though tragically I wouldn’t be able to play it, at least not for a while because I play on Switch). Unfortunately, considering the game came out like, 9 years ago and it technically already has a remaster/port with the Ultimate Edition, not to mention the game itself is pretty obscure, I don’t think it could ever get that ending

I can be delusional and dream though

[00fairylights00]

Hello, I have been gone a while so please have this excerpt for a Lies of P fic I have been writing for the last like year?? Idk time is weird

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“What if the reality of me isn’t as good as the thought?” P tilted his head at your question. “I’m not sure I’m all that lovable, you might not like me once you really get to know me.”

Guilt rose in your throat as you watched P try to make sense of your warning, human hand still playing with your fingers as his brows furrowed. He’d become a lot more expressive recently.

“I’m stubborn and mean, I don’t back down when I should. My temper almost always gets the better of me, those things might hurt you and I don’t want that.” You clarified but it only seemed to confuse him further, he looked up from your fingers and levelled you with a moonlit stare.

“You are… worth the-“ he paused, trying to push through the difficulty talking gave him, “-the aggravation… to me.”

[suuho]

cant fucking believe how insanely good kyungsoo is in the moon. his on screen presence is so arresting and so emotionally loaded, you could not take your eyes off him even once. i cried like a little bitch. maybe he’s the best contemporary actor we have right now. why doesn’t he have 10 baeksangs.

[bo0zey]

being the oldest daughter raised by a narcissistic emotionally abusive father is just…👩‍🍳👌💋

[varianwinchester]

[tj-crochets]

Just curious, could you please talk more about how you sewed the eyes on the dragon (or sewing eyes onto any fluffy material)? They have come out great!

Thanks! I’ll reblog this with pictures of sewing the eyes onto the dragon later, but first, a Bucky Bear. I don’t always appliqué this way, but with Bucky Bears and anything especially fluffy, I appliqué after the plushie itself is fully stuffed and usually when it’s already been sewn closed. I pin the appliques in place when I like the look of them, then thread a needle and tie a double knot. With everything but faux fur and the extra fluffy fabric, I’ll stick the needle into the center of the space where the appliqué will be and pull it up near the edge of the appliqué, then whip stitch around the outside edges (this pretty much only works for non-fraying fabrics). For faux fur or extra fluffy fabrics, where a knot is not enough to keep thread from popping through the fabric, I’ll start the sewing from the underside of the appliqué itself.