#stuck on the moon while i've been taking a break

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Been awhile since I doodled Niri 😔 Wanted to practice stylization and hair shapes

[astrobydalia]

🍂Cozy observations 🎃

Itssss fall you guys!!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰 It’s actually super hot still where I live but that won’t stop me from living my cozy era. Anyways, I want to avoid collecting posts on my drafts for centuries so here’s more general observations!

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🍂Aquarius placements are simultaneously the most understanding and empathetic people ever and the biggest assholes out there. I don't know how they pull that contradiction off but it's true (I mean this in the best way possible btw)

Moreover, I’ve noticed Aquarius placements are way more appreciative of kindness and social harmony than Libra tbh. Libra's desire for harmony can be just for the sake of keeping appearances but they are actually very judgmental. Aquarius on the other hand tend to appreciate authenticity and have a “live and let live” philosophy where they accept people unconditionally that’s why they attract popularity. Underdeveloped Aquarius tho do have a tendency to break social harmony due to pick-me behavior

🍂 Cardinal moons are serial daters. I swear every person I’ve met who had a rather active love life or were always crushing on someone was more often than on Cardinal moon

Also, Cardinal moons are always very dominant people even when don’t intend to be. They have a very summoning aura/personality that just demands engagement. They also tend to be social butterflies, even when they’re introverted they always end up surrounded by people somehow

🍂 I like to think Pisces is the final movie while Virgo is all the behind the scenes and editing

🍂I've seen this endless times where people with Mars in Libra or 7th house always end up either in law or business (mostly creating their own business, freelancers, entrepreneurs, etc)

🍂Any Venusian influence on the MC/10th house/6th house indicates a career or job where you’re required to dress up and appear very put together, having a certain aesthetic can be important in your career

🍂Saturn square or opposite MC/10th house ruler indicates the native was forced into a career they never chose/wanted in the first place or they had to wait a long time to finally have the opportunity to pursue their ideal career OR the path towards the career they chose could have been harder/more unfulfilling than they expected

🍂 I also like to think Taurus stops to smell the flowers and creates a flower bed for herself. Virgo studies the flowers and learns all about photosynthesis and shit. Capricorn creates a flower business and monopolizes the flower market

🍂 Those with Mars influence on their moon (Moon-Mars aspects, Aries/Scorpio moon) are really good at throwing shade but they’re unable to take it themselves. They don’t like to feel called out.

🍂 Mars in the 12th house people will 👏🏼hold 👏🏼 grudges 👏🏼

🍂 To be quite honest with you, every single Virgo sun I’ve met had a very standoffish personality.

🍂 Saturn retrograde individuals raised themselves. That’s why this placement is known to have issues with authority and discipline because their parents didn’t really parent them at all, so they had to set their own boundaries, rules and systems to navigate life. Getting their life together and materializing their ambitions could take extra effort for them

🍂 I usually like Capricorn Moons cause I always find that they are very loyal to everyone (friends, family, partner, etc) but honestly they are not as emotionally mature as you might think. They have a really hard time moving on from the past to the point where they can stay stuck in their wounded child self and spend a big chunk of their lives trying to overcompensate this with work, productivity and success. Tendency to depression, low emotional intelligence and being emotionally stunted. Deep down they feel like the victim of their own story

🍂 Aquarius sun+Scorpio moon: I’ve met quite a few people with this combo and with all of them I’ve noticed they always have a cult leader kinda mentality towards their friendships and connections (might apply to Aquarius+Scorpio combos in general). You’re either with them or against them. If you're not a follower they’ll hit you with the "cool kids table" attitude

🍂 My mom has Mercury in the 4th house and she once said "I don't mind moving abroad but I can't live in a place where people don't speak my native language. I need to hear my native language"

🍂 When it’s said that Venus in the 1st house people know how to make themselves look good it doesn’t mean just physically. The know how to present themselves as a more virtuous person than they actually are...

🍂Mutable risings, Mars in a mutable sign/house: their motto is “work smarter not harder”. Their first instinct will always be to find a way around challenges and difficulties. They usually aren’t the most action oriented people, but they are cunning. Their way to success is basically beating the system to make things easier for themselves.

🍂I can easily recognize Taurus Sun because they always ooze BDE. Also they always tend to have very rugged and bold physique/features

🍂From what I've seen Gemini Venus is a placement that easily makes someone stereotypically extroverted. Golden retriever energy

🍂Has anyone else noticed that succedent houses (aka fixed houses) are all related to money and wealth in some way?

2nd house: your resources, what spend your money on 5th house: gamble 8th house: shared resources, investments and debt 11th house: production of wealth

🍂All Gemini and Cancer risings I’ve met had some sort of hypersensitivity to stimuli. Gemini rising is more mental; anxiety, overthinking, information overload, etc they easily get triggered by immediate stimuli, specially noise around them. For Cancer risings this manifests more in the senses (photosensitivity, very sensitive to smells, flavors, etc) and heightened intuition just like Spiderman with spider-sense

🍂I’m sorry but why are Cancer Mercuries so elusive in their communication??? Everything they say has this "well, maybe. I don't know" or "I guess" undertone to it, they never openly say what they really mean. They are good listeners tho

🍂Underdeveloped Taurus placements feel entitled to use and dispose of people to benefit themselves. Tend to be very selfish and stingy. They do something for you they'll hang it over your head forever and act like they have ownership over you. You do something for them, they owe you nothing.

🍂Pisces Moons grew up in their own little bubble. It's very likely they missed out on 'normal' mundane experiences and this makes them feel very separated from the rest of the world and the rest of the people which is why they often come off as clueless and disconnected. They often give off the impression they've been living under a rock or a parallel universe. A perfect example of this is when Kim Kardashian said she's never been to a grocery store💀

Every single Pisces moon I’ve met never ever wanted to have kids and if they do have them they tend to not be too present in their kids’ lives. The harsh truth is pisces moons are not reliable, generally they are the ones who want to be saved and cared for

🍂I've noticed earth Venus and Venus-Saturn aspects are a little bit too good at showing contempt. To some degree they always remind me of Disgust from the Inside Out movie 😂

🍂 When I see Moon-Saturn conjunction in a chart I flinch a little tbh cause idk what’s worse the fact that their mothers couldn’t be bothered to give the native any sort of emotional comfort or the fact that these natives have normalized conditional love as the only kind of love possible. I've also noticed they grew up with strong authoritarian values and were never allowed to question hierarchies or status

Also, natives with Moon-Saturn conjunction are extremely shady people if you ask me. It's true they are insanely observant but what people don't seem to notice is that they are observant in a Joe Goldberg or Light Yagami kind of way without the murder They do be having inner monologues like that. They come across as calm, intelligent, respectful and trusted. Can use emotional expression (theirs and others') in strategic ways to influence others. Big tendency towards materialistic, utilitarian and/or elitist mindset too. I can't quite put my finger on it but I've met a lot of people with this aspect and the deeper I dig the more I keep feeling something very dark and/or disingenuous about them

🍂Venus square Neptune people and their lack of self-respect… 🙁

🍂Aquarius Moons always give off the impression of having a rather lazy or passive personality. I'm not talking about their productivity but the fact that they seem to always have a "meh" attitude towards everything to the point where they can feel a bit disconnected similar to pisces moon

🍂Virgo risings often have freelance jobs due to Aquarius ruling their 6th house

🍂People with Industria rx (389) may actually dislike their work environment even if they like their job. I’ve noticed they often find the industry they work in to be toxic, depleting or too demanding

🍂Enterprise rx (9777) might always feel unsatisfied with their position, they might be the type to always want more and more

🍂 Aries Moon women and always attracting very immature and selfish men omg I've seen this time and time again

🍂 Scorpio moon/Moon 8th house is an underrated wealth indicator imo. I've noticed they always have a "from rags to riches" kinda life story. They however often face issues with fraud or debt along the way cause they have a tendency to take huge financial risks

🍂 you ever heard about the crabs in a bucket phenomenon? Well Ive actually observed underdeveloped 4th house placements do tend to have this kind of clingy and envious behavior particularly towards people that are really close to them. You can also experience this with people you have 4th house Synastry with; you get too attached to the comfort zone they provide to the point where they stifle your growth

🍂Pisces placements 🤝 falling for people who are bluntly abusive, controlling and narcissistic. They want to believe they’re living a beauty and the beast love story when in reality they’re trauma bonding

🍂Libra/Taurus Mars people ARE problematic and petty as fuck, they’re just good at the social game and making it look like they didn't do anything. Underdeveloped Venus energy is the opposite of peaceful, it gives major mean girl vibes and Mars being debilitated in these signs easily brings out this hostile side of Venus. The type to passively instigate drama just to make themselves look better. Very hypocritical

🍂What natives with Saturn in Taurus will consider first when choosing a career is make sure that it is well payed and gives them financial status. Other factors come second

🍂Fixed+cardinal combo in the luminaries is hands down the best sun-moon combo I've seen tbh (specially fixed sun+cardinal moon), they're a force to be reckoned with. Very charismatic, outspoken and confident people with healthy ego if developed. Most people I've met with this combo were very extroverted and/or excellent leaders

🍂Sagittarius placements 🤝 this pose 😜✌🏼

🍂Libra/7th house Lilith have a tendency to judge a book by its cover all the time

🍂I've noticed Pisces MC/10th house natives aren't very ambitious. They seem to not really care about things like self-development or being on top. From what I've seen they mostly aspire to have a pleasant and glamurous life that frees them form real life mundane worries and could desire to retire as early as possible. In some cases I've seen they could want a "princess" kinda lifestyle where they literally have no responsibilities. They want a career that liberates them from any pressure of achieving material expectations and allows them to just go brain dead all the time following a higher power/inspiration/knowledge. That's why many artists have this placements and I've also seen cases of Pisces MC people who wanted to be nuns and nurses. I've noticed that when they genuinely don't care about recieving recognition or achievements but rather do things bc it aligns with their soul that's when they become successful

🍂Scorpio placements have a tendency to be very cynical I've noticed, specially mercury and mars

🍂Gemini/3rd house Lilith can spot lies from miles away and will not be sacred to call it out

🍂As per my observation the water sign that gets idolized the most is not Pisces but Cancer 100%. Yes Pisces does get idolized but I’ve noticed that’s actually very short-lived, people tend to switch up on them SO fast cause they project a deeply unrealistic image on them and eventually fall off the pedestal. Cancer placements on the other hand are not infantized like Pisces, they are consistently very sought after people I’ve observed. They always come across as emotionally reliable even when they’re not, people always go soft for them while simultaneously respecting them so they’re always seen as perfect,kind,charming,etc. Their personality naturally portrays an energy of unconditional love and understanding so people easily get obsessed and addicted to them

🍂I always find that Pisces Venus natives have a very whimsical and juvenile personality. They also have a very extravagant taste they may like anything with bright colors, glittery shiny stuff, squishy toys, etc. they have a tendency to be a bit tacky and corny I’ve noticed

🍂Every fixed moon I've seen avoided any sort of emotional rehabilitation like the plague unless it’s strictly necessary. They believe no one can begin to understand them better than themselves and they got it all figured out already. Now this is more my opinion but I feel like they low-key underestimate the amount of healing they actually need to do cause they really struggle taking emotional accountability. They have a tendency to act like their needs and feelings justify everything so there's not much to "fix" or heal

🍂People who have at least 2 out of their big 3 in cardinal signs are often seen as the golden girl/boy

🍂Capricorn/Virgo moons will be literally the best at what they do and make it seem so effortless. If you ask them how they got so successful they'll be like "idk I guess I just practiced a lot"

🍂I’ve noticed your 8th house sign(s) represent themes that people are consistently using against you as the fastest way to tear you down, so you always end up feeling powerless here at some point. That’s why you tend to resent this energy and have toxic dynamics with people who have their planets here. This house is literally the death of you (8th from 1st), but it can also be the source of your empowerment once you claim this energy so it's best that you keep this house to yourself as much as possible. Some examples:

Gemini 8th house: using what you say against you. you could have a hard time with people believing your words, what you say is always scandalous and/or rubs people the wrong way. Gossip or information that makes you look bad. People always think you’re lying or deceiving or have ulterior motives Cancer 8th house: you could struggle with getting sympathy and emotional support from people. Others think you’re just being vulnerable and complaining for clout. Any display of emotion or care will be seen as manipulative. People trying to break or ruin your relationship with your family or closed ones Capricorn 8th house: you struggle with people respecting you, others don't take you seriously and don't see you as a valid authority. Any attempt to make yourself respected will be seen as dictatorial or elitist behavior, any desire to succeed will be seen as you being power hungry. People try to dismiss or belittle your achievements

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[avatar-anna]

When You Fall In Love...

so i've been reading icebreaker and it's been putting me in the hockeyrry mood

part one, part two, bonus, bonus

Harry watched from the empty stands as Y/n ran through her routine for the fifth time. Her teammates had gone home, her coach asked Harry if he would lock up on the way out, and now it was just the two of them in the empty rink. There wasn't even any music playing anymore, Y/n was just skating and performing her tricks as if there was.

Every time she did it, it was flawless. Her routine was fast and intense and incredibly difficult, but Y/n performed with ease every time. She landed her tricks like they were nothing, tricks which Harry now knew the names of and could tell the difference between a lutz and an axel. She was incredible, and he was in awe of her every single time.

But even in her perfection, Y/n had yet to smile once.

Harry decided she'd had enough after she finished her fifth run-through, quickly jogging down to the edge of the rink before she could skate out to the middle again. He leaned over the barricade and kissed the top of her head. This close to her, he could see her rosy cheeks and heaving chest, a sign that her routine did wear her out, despite making it look so effortless.

"You were phenomenal as usual, baby," Harry said while he gathered her things.

"I bobbled a landing and my timing was off for a whole four counts," was her reply.

Harry frowned, not pleased by her recent negativity. Any athlete could be critical of their ability, but Y/n seemed uncharacteristically hard on herself lately, and he had no idea why. "Everything okay?" He asked, shouldering her duffle bag as they walked away from the rink.

"I'm fine."

She certainly didn't sound fine, but Harry decided not to push. Not now, anyway. Changing the subject, he said, "I got an email from the recruiter. I should be receiving my contract soon."

Excitement didn't even begin to cover how Harry had been feeling lately. Last week, he'd met with an agent of a minor league hockey team, one that was a feeder to an NHL team. He expressed their interest in Harry moving to the east coast after graduation and join them for spring training. And after giving it some thought, Harry accepted.

He was over the moon, thrilled that years of hard work was finally paying off. He'd made his passion into a career, and had the potential to really make a name for himself. Life couldn't have been better.

But where Harry seemed to be flying high, Y/n seemed stuck. She was happy for him when he told her the news, had gone out to celebrate with him that night. But something felt off between them. Harry couldn't put a name to it, but he just knew.

"That's great," Y/n said with no amount of enthusiasm in her voice. Harry tried not to take it to heart, she was clearly in a mood from her practice. She was under a lot of pressure too, he reminded himself, and sometimes had a knack for not knowing how to express herself with words.

"Is there something on your mind? You've been quiet recently," he said, hoping he wasn't overstepping her delicate boundary.

Y/n shook her head as she approached her car, sliding into the driver's seat without a word. Harry couldn't help but feel more and more like there was something on her mind, but he let it go again.

Before pulling the car out of the parking lot, Y/n rested her hand over his and leaned in to kiss him. "I'm sorry. I've just got a lot on my mind."

"It's okay. As long as you know you can talk to me about it."

Her throat bobbed, but she nodded, then turned her focus toward the road. Harry filled the silence with rambling. He talked mostly about the NHL, about his contract and where he wanted to live and how everything was happening so fast.

So caught up in trying to break the tension, he didn't notice Y/n's white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel.

*.*

"Styles! What the hell are you doing? Focus up! Let's go!"

Harry rested his hands on his knees, breathing heavily during the brief pause in the game. His eyes flicked up to the stands, searching the crowd for a familiar face, but he didn't see the one he needed the most.

Despite being recruited by a minor league hockey team, Harry was probably having the worst game of his life.

Not one pass connected, he was letting second-rate players get by him, and he'd spent more time in the penalty box than in the actual game. Nothing about this was right, and still all he could do was look for Y/n.

She wasn't there, and even though things had been weird between them recently, he was still surprised. When she wasn't at a competition of her own, Y/n came to every one of Harry's games. It had started out as Harry wanting to impress her, maybe show off a little, and then as time went on and they grew closer and their relationship became more than two people having sex in secret, he wanted her to be there just because it felt good knowing she was watching him play. All his nerves floated away when Y/n was sat in the stands, sometimes in his jersey, cheering him on.

And of course there were times when she couldn't come, but this wasn't one of those times. Y/n had purposely not shown up. He knew they'd fought before the game, but he didn't think she would abandon him just to be petty. They were past that now.

His sole focus should've been on the game he was playing, but instead his mind kept drifting to the fight.

Harry could feel Y/n pulling away from him. He finally felt like he was getting everything he wanted—a spot on a minor league hockey team on the east coast that would eventually lead him to the NHL, graduating with semi-decent grades thanks to Y/n, and of course being with his dream girl. At first, she'd seen him as some douchey athlete that was only good for one thing. He remembered seeing her for the first time their freshman year, performing tricks on the ice that he'd only ever seen on TV, and when he whistled and clapped loudly—perhaps a little obnoxiously—after she'd finished, she'd rolled her eyes at him and told him to fuck off.

It was love at first sight.

Harry had been so careful around Y/n. He played by her rules and followed her lead, trying not to let the comments about them not dating get to him too much. He liked their initial dynamic, finding it funny when he got under her skin because she made it so easy. It became a kind of game, this push and pull that was fun and exciting and eventually led to their arrangement.

He knew that she cared about him on some level, he just needed to bide his time and show her he wasn't who she thought he was. Not entirely, anyway. And when she finally did, and they became more than just people who screwed around, everything was perfect.

They'd been through so much together. Y/n pushed Harry to be better, and he worked with her to master new tricks and nail her routine. There wasn't anyone else who understood his level of commitment to hockey, but she did, and that just made him love her more.

So when he got the call offering him a spot on the minor league team, Y/n was the first person Harry told. She'd been happy for him, and he was over the moon, his mind already making a million plans—where they'd live, her coming to his games, him helping her find a new rink to train at. It felt like the doors to a new and exciting world had opened for them, but she then she started pulling back, and Harry practically watched as that door slammed shut.

Harry pushed himself to focus back on the game, on the hockey stick in his hand and the ice beneath his skates. He felt like it took more effort than it should've to get his head back in the game, but his team managed to pull out a win, and he managed not to get benched before it happened. That didn't stop his coach from ripping him a new one in the locker room, but Harry sat there and took it, shaking his head and promising his piss poor performance would never happen again.

Exhausted both physically and mentally, he trudged out of the locker room and toward the parking lot, debating whether to take the bus home or call an Uber. Even in his senior year, he still didn't have a car, but Y/n was usually there to give him a ride home. To their home. Moving in together for their last year of school seemed like a no-brainer, and it had been amazing so far, though the last week had been kind of a disaster. Harry could feel the tension between them growing, but every time he asked Y/n about it, she'd say she was fine even though they both knew everything was not fine, and the cycle continued. He wanted to be excited, he wanted to celebrate the success he'd managed to create for himself, but he felt rather deflated instead.

To Harry's surprise, Y/n was waiting for him in the parking lot. He didn't hesitate putting his gear in the trunk and coming around to sit in the passenger seat. Y/n leaned in to kiss him immediately holding onto the sides of his face fervently.

"I'm sorry," she breathed. "I'm sorry for not being here tonight and I'm sorry for acting strange, and I'm sorry for—"

"Y/n, what's going on with you?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

"Can we wait until we get home to talk?" She asked. I want to be able to talk to you properly, and I can't if I'm driving.

When Harry nodded, Y/n must've deemed it enough. She peeled away from the rink, silent tension filling the air between once again. It had been following them around all week.

That ended tonight, though. He didn't care how much Y/n hated confrontation or hard conversations. They couldn't move forward if they didn't move past this roadblock first. Harry loved Y/n more than he ever thought possible, and stubborn as she was, he knew she loved him just as much. He would get to the bottom of this, no matter how hard she tried to fight him on the way down.

*.*

"Y/n, you know I would be ecstatic if you'd told me you qualified for the Olympics. This is a huge step in my career! Why can't you be happy for me?"

"I am! God, Harry, I am."

"Then why are you pulling away from me? I feel like I can't be excited about this around you when you're the one person who should understand how this feels."

"I can't do this. I can't have this argument with you," you said, trying to step away from him.

Harry was quick to grab your hands in his, keeping you from walking away. "What aren't you telling me? Do you want to break up?"

"No!

"Do you not love me anymore? What? What is it, Y/n?"

"God, I didn't—I didn't ask for this," you cried, feeling like a damn had burst inside you. It was out now, and now you had to see it through to the end. "I didn't plan on falling in love with you. I wasn't prepared to love you this much. You're the one who wanted to take things further, and now you're—"

You're leaving me, you couldn't bring yourself to say. You really were happy for him. All of his dreams were coming true, and he had an ambition that matched yours, which made you love him more. And now that ambition was taking him far away from you, and you weren't handling it as well as you thought you would.

"Y/n—"

"I'm happy for you, H, I'm so happy for you that I could burst. And maybe even a little jealous," you joked, though there was some truth to what you said. "But I guess I just...I guess I didn't expect to love you this much. And I don't—I don't know what to do because you're going soon and I'm..."

You had no clue, and that alone was terrifying.

At the start of all this, you never imagined falling in love with Harry. He drove you absolutely insane, and despite your physical attraction to him, you kept your distance. But he kept doing these things that made you like him, and eventually care about him, and finally made you fall in love with him. It just wasn't something you saw coming. Love was definitely not on the brain when you met Harry.

Because you knew this moment was inevitable. The moment when one of you would be given an opportunity you couldn't refuse and would pull you away from each other. Once upon a time, you thought you would be given your dream job of a lifetime—competitive skating and hopefully the Olympics—but somewhere down the line, skating stopped bringing you joy, only pressure and anxiety. And now Harry had his dream job on the other side of the country, and you were left to flounder and wonder how you would survive waking up without him next to you.

"You're making it seem like it's a bad thing that you're in love with me," Harry said quietly, but the low tone of his voice didn't hide anything. You knew he was getting upset. After all the avoidance the last week—on your part—yours and his emotions were coming to a head.

"It's not! It's just that you're leaving!" you said, resisting the urge to run a frustrated hand through your hair. "And all week you've talked about how excited to get out of here and leave this all behind and start a new chapter in your life. I mean, would it kill you to act like you're a little torn up about leaving?"

It was so selfish, and you knew it was. It was why you'd been avoiding Harry, this conversation. Harry had every right to be proud and ecstatic for leaving to play in the professional league. He worked so hard, pushed himself farther than anyone you'd ever met, except for maybe you. Your pain was clouding your good sense, and now you'd shown just how horrible you could really be.

You couldn't look him in the eye after saying what you did. Even if it was how you felt, you still felt ashamed for raining on Harry's parade. "Y/n—" he tried to say when you hastily wiped a tear from your eye.

"I shouldn't have said anything. I'm sorry," you said, getting up from the couch and scurrying off to your bedroom.

Flopping on the bed, you pulled the covers over you, trying to hide from everything happening around you. It was too much. Your senior year was supposed to be fun and full of unforgettable memories, not arguments and heartache.

You weren't sure how much time had passed before the door opened and Harry slipped inside. He slid into bed next to you, and you didn't fight it when he rested his face in the crook of your neck. Because despite everything you were feeling, this was all you really needed.

"I'm not leaving you behind," he murmured gently. "You mean too much to me."

You sniffled, and Harry pulled you closer to his chest. "You're going to be thousands of miles away."

"Says who?" he said, kissing your cheek. "Who says you aren't coming with me?"

"And do what?" you huffed, even though the thought slightly lifted your spirits. "Be one of your...puck whatevers and follow you around like a puppy? I need a life of my own too."

You were being stubborn and argumentative and you both knew it. There was some relief in knowing Harry wanted you with him, but you also didn't want to just move because Harry was. You needed purpose, you needed to feel like your life had some sort of direction in it. But it was unfair to put all of that on Harry, and you didn't know how to express how you felt without sounding insane, so instead you said nothing, and that obviously went over brilliantly.

Harry chuckled. "See, because you just said how in love you are with me, I can tell that you're frosty attitude is just an act. Now turn over and look at me."

You reluctantly turned over, brow furrowed exaggeratedly because you couldn't cross your arms over your chest. It used to infuriate you how easily Harry could get under your skin because he knew you so well, that he knew just what to do or say to pull you out of a bad mood. In this moment, you were thankful. He could see past all the harsh words and see to the root of the problem. You'd said some things that were perhaps out of order, but Harry understood. Despite everything, he understood.

"You've worked just as hard as me, Y/n. I want to be there for you the way you've been for me. You can achieve your goals too."

"I just...I don't know if I want to achieve them anymore," you said quietly.

It was the first time you'd said it out loud. Since you'd learned to skate, there had only been one goal: the Olympics. Getting there wasn't just a matter of training, it was about devoting your life to your craft, it was barely having a life outside of training and competitions and giving all your time to winning. And after spending nearly your entire life doing it, you felt yourself slowly burning out. You'd go through your routines flawlessly, but your heart wasn't in it. All you could think about was the future—the next competition, the next training session, the next qualifier. It took seeing Harry so happy about being drafted to the minor leagues to realize the fire had gone out in you. Thinking of Olympic qualifiers and training and affording coaches and costumes and picking the right music only filled you with dread when you should've felt joy.

"Oh."

"But I don't know who I am if I don't have skating."

"You don't have to compete to skate, you know," Harry said. He rested his hand against your cheek, rubbing his thumb along your temple lightly. "You can c—"

"Oh God, don't say coach," you groaned. "It's perfect. You'll be a hockey superstar and I'll be the washed-up figure skater who couldn't handle the pressure of being an athlete and wound up coaching instead."

"I know you're being like this because you're scared, and that's okay," he said. "But I'll help you find a new dream, Y/n. I promise."

You had to blink away tears because your heart couldn't take how much he cared about you. "Even when I've been a complete bitch?"

"You haven't been. I'm sorry if you felt like I was leaving you behind. I guess in my mind we would always be together, no matter where we ended up."

"God I hate how much I love you sometimes," you grumbled while flinging yourself on top of Harry and holding him tight. "It's too much, you're too much, and I can't stand it—"

"There's a compliment in there somewhere, right?" Harry asked, but you could hear the grin in his voice.

Sitting up, you perched yourself on him, your legs straddling his waist. Dipping down, you made sure your noses were brushing, but you didn't close the distance. Not yet. Your heart was racing simply because Harry had been so kind to you, because he knew you so well and said exactly what you needed to hear. It felt ridiculous to know that there was a time when he pissed you off so much you saw red, that his teasing remarks and cocky grin grated on your nerves. Now you didn't want to imagine a life without him.

"I'm sorry for saying all of those things," you murmured. "I really am proud of you. No one deserves this more than you do."

Harry's hand reached up and threaded through your hair, his fingers gentle as they passed over your scalp. "I know you are. And I mean it, Y/n. I'll help you. I know you love to skate, we just have to find a way to channel that into something else. If not coaching, maybe performing?"

"What? Like Disney on Ice?" you asked skeptically, your nose wrinkling at the thought.

Harry shrugged as his hand dipped beneath your shirt to stroke your back. "You'd be a cute princess."

"With my luck, they'd make me a tree."

"Then you'd be the cutest tree there ever was."

Shaking your head, you nudged your nose against his again. "Can we hit pause on talking about the future? I just want to be with you here. Right now."

"Course," Harry said, one corner of his mouth turning up into a crooked grin. "And then maybe we can circle back to you being my puck whatever."

"Shut up."

"Make me!"

And that was something you knew how to do better than your skating routine.

[miffyisms]

⋆࿐໋˖𓍢ִִ໋ taylor swift - the tortured poets department (anthology) , ♡

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am i allowed to cry?

i don't cater to all these vipers dressed in empath's clothing.

nostalgia is a mind's trick.

i can hold my breath.

then we could all just laugh until i cry.

i'm seeing visions, am i bad?

it wasn't a fair fight or a clean kill.

just say when, i'd play again.

oh, was it punishment?

oh my god, you should see your faces.

blood's thick, but nothin' like a payroll.

now you know what it feels like.

you're in self-sabotage mode, throwing spikes down on the road.

this town is fake, but you're the real thing.

were you writing a book?

the devil that you know.

well, you took me to hell too.

six weeks of breathing clean air, i still miss the smoke.

go on, fuck me up.

you deserve prison, but you won't get time.

i touched you for only a fortnight.

honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

you say i abandoned the ship, but i was going down with it.

nothing makes me feel more alive.

who the fuck was that guy?

but when i count the scars, there's a moment of truth that there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you.

even if i die screaming, i hope you hear it.

no one's ever had me, not like you.

yes, i'm haunted, but i'm feeling just fine.

i built a legacy that you can't undo.

fuck it if i can't have us.

i'm miserable!

i'm gonna get you back.

i'll tell you something about my good name, it's mine alone to disgrace.

so tell me everything is not about me, but what if it is?

my boy only breaks his favorite toys.

tell me all your secrets.

you know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart.

what if your eyes looked up and met mine.

i swept in at the rescue.

now i'm down bad, crying at the gym.

i'm so afraid i sealed my fate.

i chose this cyclone with you.

all my mornings are mondays stuck in an endless february.

you were sleeping soundly when they dragged you from your bed.

it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden.

i can't pretend like i understand.

i'm just getting color back into my face.

i'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free.

i stopped cpr, after all, it's no use

it was unnecessary, should've let it stay buried.

we both did the best we could do underneath the same moon.

you shit-talked me under the table.

touch me while your bros play grand theft auto.

you said you were gonna grow up then you were gonna come find me.

i'm combing through the braids of lies.

no way i'm gonna screw up, now that i know what's at stake.

you told me i'm the love of your life.

you kicked out the stage lights, but you're still performing.

tell me something awful.

i am what i am 'cause you trained me.

how did it end?

in fifty years will all this be declassified?

was any of it true?

there's a lot of people in town that i bestow upon my fakest smiles.

how dare you think it's romantic, leaving me safe and stranded.

they knew the whole time that i was onto something.

i just learned these people only raise you to cage you.

i dreamed about it in the dark the night i felt like i might die.

all of this to say, i hope you're okay.

i didn't opt in to be your odd man out.

move to florida, buy the car you want.

in plain sight you hid.

i'm bitter, but i swear i'm fine.

please, i've been on my knees.

just how low did you think i'd go before i'd self-implode?

who's gonna stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames if we know the steps anyway?

pull me to the backseat.

way up there, i actually love it.

at dinner, you take my ring off my middle finger and put it on the one people put wedding rings on.

i hate it here.

what if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?

i should've known it was a matter of time.

they're gonna crucify me anyway.

he was my best friend.

this happens once every few lifetimes.

i can't forgive the way you made me feel.

does it feel alright to not know me?

you said some things that i can't unabsorb.

i just don't understand how you don't miss me.

i felt more when we played pretend.

the future's bright, dazzling.

i've seen this episode and still loved the show.

please know that i tried to hold onto the days when you were mine.

are you still a mind reader?

i'll save all my romanticism for my inner life and i'll get lost on purpose.

tell me i'm despicable, say it's unforgivable.

do you believe me now?

still alive, killing time at the cemetery

is it somethin' i did?

i read about it in a book when i was a precocious child.

you caged me, and then you called me crazy.

bet they never spared a prayer for my soul.

i stopped trying to make him laugh.

he just hadn't met me yet.

you ain't gotta pray for me.

i won't confess that i waited, but i let the lamp burn.

all your life, did you know you'd be picked like a rose?

i'm tryin' to stifle my sighs.

if you wanted me dead, you should've just said.

it's happening again.

i don't think you've changed much.

are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me?

i don't believe in good luck now that i know what's what.

all that time you were throwing punches, i was building something.

i know i'm just repeating myself.

fuck 'em, it's over.

little did you know, your home's really only a town you're just a guest in.

i wanna kill him.

i forget if this was ever fun.

love's never lost when perspective is earned.

you didn't measure up in any measure of a man.

my friends used to play a game where we would pick a decade we wished we could live in instead of this.

if you want to tear my world apart just say you've always wondered.

what we thought was for all time, was momentary.

do that impression you did of your dad again.

you see i was a debutant in another life but now i seem to be scared to go outside.

you just watched it happen.

so if you want to break my cold, cold heart, say you loved me.

what a charming saturday.

they tried to warn him about her.

then say they didn't do it to hurt me, but what if they did?

i just don't understand.

i was a functioning alcoholic 'till nobody noticed my new aesthetic.

no one asks any questions here.

my friends said it isn't right to be scared.

now i want to sell my house and set fire to all my clothes.

were you making fun of me with some esoteric joke?

you'll find someone.

old habits die screaming.

i know he's crazy but he's the one i want.

did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?

fuck you if i can't have us.

we were blind to unforeseen circumstances.

i wish i could un-recall how we almost had it all.

trust me, i can handle me a dangerous man.

you're the loss of my life.

i cry a lot, but i am so productive.

who's afraid of little old me?

it was legendary.

i keep recalling things we never did.

i still ponder what it meant.

and who's gonna know you, if not me?

you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.

i'm just mad as hell 'cause i loved this place.

your words are still just ringing in my head.

the story isn't mine anymore.

i'm lonely, but i'm good.

i tried to warn you about them.

fresh out the slammer, i know who my first call will be to.

i look in people's windows.

i will never lose my baby again.

looking backwards might be the only way to move forward.

i choose you and me religiously.

i got cursed like eve got bitten.

i would've died for your sins, instead i just died inside.

well, me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time.

life was always easier on you than it was on me.

you don't get to tell me about "sad".

i'm not a donor but i'd give you my heart if you needed it.

do you hate me?

you don't get to tell me you feel bad.

i was supposed to be sent away, but they forgot to come and get me.

if i'd been there, i'd hate it.

stay away from her.

i can do it with a broken heart.

you cinephile in black and white.

were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?

but what about your quiet treason?

i hoped you'd return.

i took the miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary.

i can take the upper hand and touch your body.

i'd rather burn my whole life down than listen to one more second of all this bitching and moaning.

oh, what a way to die.

i'll tell you one thing honey, i can tell when somebody still wants me.

this place made me feel worthless.

my husband is cheating.

my beloved ghost and me.

i keep finding his things in drawers.

did you take all my old clothes?

even if it's handcuffed, i'm leaving here with you.

i'm so obsessed with him, but he avoids me like the plague.

no, i'm not coming to my senses.

we've already done it in my head.

that's the closest i've come to my heart exploding.

no matter what i've done, it wouldn't matter anyway.

everyone knows that my mother is a saintly woman but she used to say she wished that you were dead.

sometimes i wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me.

good boy, that's right.

let it once be me.

lights, camera, bitch, smile.

it's hell on earth to be heavenly.

i'm runnin' back home to you.

one bad seed kills the garden.

i've been doing it since he left.

they say what doesn't kill you makes you aware, what happens if it becomes who you are?

i was tame, i was gentle till the circus life made me mean.

the hospital was a drag, worst sleep that i ever had.

oh, here we go again.

we learned the right steps to different dances.

i haven't come around in so long.

god save the most judgmental creeps who say they want what's best for me.

'cause i'm a real tough kid, i can handle my shit.

i'll tell you how i've been there too, and that none of it matters.

i'm having his baby.

once i fix me, he's gonna miss me.

no, you can't come to the wedding.

you swore that you loved me, but where were the clues?

but you should've seen him when he first got me.

i'm sure i can pass this test.

they tried to warn you about me.

come close, i'll show you heaven if you'll be an angel all night.

what if i told you i'm back?

i'm there most of the year 'cause i hate it here.

i may never open up the way i did for you.

you left your typewriter at my apartment.

oh, we must stop meeting like this.

scandal does funny things to pride.

tell me 'bout the first time you saw me.

it's gonna be alright, i did my time.

and for a fortnight there we were forever.

i thought it was just goodbye for now.

i love you, it's ruining my life.

i'm not trying to exaggerate, but i think i might die if it happened.

i might just die, it would make no difference.

i'll forget you, but i'll never forgive.

a greater woman stays cool, but i howl like a wolf at the moon.

a greater woman wouldn't beg.

pick your poison, babe.

i died on the altar waiting for the proof.

can we watch our phantoms like watching wild horses?

i don't even want you back, i just want to know.

they'll say i'm nuts if i talk about the existence of you.

way to go, tiger.

were you a sleeper cell spy?

you are bloodthirsty.

you said i needed a brave man, then proceeded to play him until i believed it too.

someone told me there's no such thing as bad thoughts.

i can fix him, no really i can.

you needed me, but you needed drugs more.

thought of calling ya, but you won't pick up.

who do i have to speak to about if they can redo the prophecy?

you're in terrible danger.

i want to snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me.

you are what you did.

fuck it, i was in love.

for a moment, i knew cosmic love

you're the new god we're worshipping.

you gotta fake it 'till you make it, and i did.

i wanna kill her.

did you think i had in me?

you said normal girls were "boring".

and who's gonna hold you like me?

no one here's to blame.

even statues crumble if they're made to wait.

you can mark my words that i said it first.

one last souvenir from my trip to your shores

i'm so depressed, i act like it's my birthday every day.

how can i be guilty as sin?

you were gone by the morning.

i'm always drunk on my own tears, isn't that what they all said?

he said he'd love me all his life.

who else decodes you?

fuck it if i can't have him.

i just learned these people try and save you 'cause they hate you.

tell me all that you'd learned.

you're an animal.

you already know, babe.

growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all.

i loved your hostile takeovers.

you and i go from one kiss to getting married.

[petrapalerno]

✨Free Monster & Alien Smut✨

Hi, I'm Petra Palerno and write filthy otherworldly smut. I mostly dabble in novels but have recently decided to give erotic shorts a try here and on my patreon.

Pretty much all content on this blog is NSFW. Minors do not engage. For TW/CW check individual stories.

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✨Abducted by Moonlight

A werewolf stalks his newly found human mate in the forest when a ufo abducts them both. What happens when the alien tries to stake a claim on her as well?

TW/CW [a WIP, will be added to]: Stalking, consensual sex, shifting, breaking bones, abduction, aliens, violence.

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✨Love on the Korlyan Moon

Out now everywhere books are sold

A bubble babe is unknowingly dropped into a mysterious ocean by the Deenz transport ship. Lena, a tattoo artist from the Twin Cities, is sure she's going to die as the bubble she's in sinks deeper and deeper. She's rescued by Kitaico, a color-shifting tentacled alien, and unknowingly takes his mating venom. She must cycle through heats all while trying to resist her attraction to Kitaico.

✨All I Wanted Was Sushi but I got Abducted By Aliens Instead*

Book #1 in the Bubble Babes Series

Opal is trying her best in the Midwest after the sudden death of her parents. Everything comes to a crashing halt as she's abducted by aliens and forced to work as a human dancer for extraterrestrial enjoyment. A chance encounter with an alien prince while stuck in a traffic jam might just change the trajectory of Opal's new life in space.

✨All I Wanted Was To Become A Scientist But Now I've Got An Alien Boyfriend*

Book #2 in the Bubble Babes Series

“Sometimes I think it would have been easier if I hadn’t accepted the free shower at the hot alien’s apartment.”

☆JESSY

For the past few years, my life has kind of blown. On Earth, I dedicated my entire existence to science, even if my peers dismissed me as a pretty face. When I got abducted by aliens, I was forced to dance in a bubble for extra-terrestrial enjoyment.

I can’t get anyone to take me seriously even in space.

When I escaped by crashing my alien captor’s bus, Gra’eth saved me from drowning and even offered me a place to stay. He keeps telling people I’m his mate, even though I keep telling him the human word for what we are is roommates, but he refuses to say it that way. Sometimes I can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic or serious—and for my very literal neurodivergent brain, that’s a big problem.

☆GRA’ETH

I never expected to have to save Jessy, and I certainly never expected for this strange human to be my mate. Her idea of fun would be to take apart my data pad only to see if she could put it back together again, which sounds like torture to me.

I’ve convinced her to stay in my apartment as what she calls a roommate. The mating bond won’t let me let her leave, but humans can’t even feel it. I don’t know how to keep things friendly when just the smell of her hair is enough to send me into a mating frenzy.

I don’t want to make her uncomfortable, but I can’t keep fighting the pull of this bond. This little speckled human will be the death of me.

✨All I Wanted Was a Glass of Vino but an Alien Duke Kidnapped Me Instead *

Book #3 in the Bubble Babes Series

The Bubble Babe series continues in this standalone novel. 

Will an aquatic alien duke be able to reconcile the fact that his fated mate is a small, mouthy, human woman who can't swim? Will that human be able to love him despite his scars and the fact that he's keeping her captive? 

☆MARTA

The reality of being a mob boss' daughter is anything but glamorous, despite what one might think. In the absence of true freedom, my only companion was my loyal dog, Bruno. When he passed, I felt like my life had hit rock bottom. But when aliens abducted me from my pity party in a local wine bar, I realized how wrong I was. As if things couldn't get any worse, I woke up in an alien duke's closet, forced to rely on a giant alien pleasure toy as my only means of defense. All I know is that the gaudy duke can’t stand me…and the feeling is mutual.

☆RAF’ERE

Throughout my dukedom, I have dedicated myself to restoring the fi'len species to their natural aquatic habitats. How in the goddess's name am I supposed to do that when this human is my mate? Despite her mouthiness, the tiny human cannot swim. Did that stop me from stealing her cryopod from a crashed ship and locking it in my closet? Absolutely not. I also didn’t expect her to wake up and demand answers, either. But I can’t expect my people to look at me to lead if a human stands beside me, despite how much my body burns for hers. The dilemma arises: should I prioritize the goddess's wishes or grant her the freedom she deserves, joining the other human refugees?

This erotic alien romance is part 3 of the Bubble Babes series. It can be read as either a standalone or as a continuation of earlier books. This book features a 5’2” plus sized Italian-American female male character and a 7’6” aquatic alien duke as the male main character. Tropes include Kidnapping, size difference, enemies to loves, reformed playboy, alien romance, fated mates, and forced proximity. This full-length novel (67K words) ends with a HEA.

[pollux-starsz]

to show how much a really like this au here's (not even) a quarter of the doodles ive done for it! (I have way too many to count)

Dca Slasher au belongs to @wyervan !! Check it out :3c

Unfortunately I cant add more because there's only a 10 image per post thing on tumblr so im gonna cry in a corner anyways!! art under the cut + small context for each one!

1. Moon is just sleeping. He's eepy and needed to sleepy💤

2. Kalamela! She's looking at you like "Hmmm.." What have you done. /silly

3. Sunny boy going... shopping? Not sure what my brain was picturing but oh well XDD

4. Girls day ON!!, gotta love when the waitress you see every day wants to hang out with you at 3am ykwim

5. Girls day OFF!! Taking a much need break from being exhausted 24/7-365!! Let them have their drinks in peace☕

6. This was actually the very first concept art I did for Kalamela and it stuck lol, that and also i was too lazy to do any more as it was like 2am (yes the sun and moon key chains are reference to the slasher boys gotta love 'em)

7. This was actually just a silly thought but I couldn't get it out of my head that Moon would wake up at midnight and down a bowel of cereal while standing in the middle of the kitchen shirtless as Sun stares with a "what the actual fuck" face

8. Kalamela! This was mostly bc I've been working on a beach day comic and needed to figure out what kind of bathing suit this woman would wear so I was trying out a few designs :P

9. Slasher Sun in a dress slasher sun in a dres slasher sun in a dr

10. Hugs for Moonie, she loves that man. He was a bit taken aback from her immediate tossing herself into his arms sorta thing but hey, what can a gal do

More rambles

- I have this very odd image in my head of Moon, Sun and Kalamela going to the gym and that's how they find out she's ripped and muscular as fuck and then they fall even harder in love because mmmm women

- Kalamela isn't used to be treated to outings and whatnot, so I like to think if they took her out to a nice place like a local theme park or something like a restaurant to eat together, she would be so awkward it's actually insane. Wdym she's been hiding in the bathroom for a solid 25 minutes and they're both worried about her

- Unfortunately, I did scrap the idea of Ethan! Buuttt I replaced it with two kids, Gabriel and Jamie (both boys) who often visit her and stay with her because they live nearby! The two are a bit crazy but they care for her like a mom! I couldn't get rid of Ethan and then not give her some sort of mother/son relationship afterwards lol :')

- She once caught Moon hopping her fence because he got into a fight (dont ask how or why, i didnt think that far) and it resulted in him having to shut her up before she screamed (thinking he was some creep because there was no light outside)

- I have no shame in saying that she totally makes it obvious that she's hitting on them and checking them out whenever she can. She WILL say they have a nice ass if she must. Or bombard them with gifts. Maybe a smooch! Who knows? Yeah she definitely checks them out those have you seen those muscles? LAWD

- She feels like the type of person to be able to do a shit ton of heavy lifting on her own but will call Sun and Moon just to have their company. Plus! She gets to have an excuse so they can stay for dinner. What's a hard days work without good food?

[simp-legend]

Drunk Confessions

Requested: No

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Summary: One of Tony's parties leads you to become very close with a certain silver tongue God

Fic type: Romantic (ig) with a hint of spice at the end

Warnings: None

Words: 758 words

A/N: This is a really terrible oneshot that I've had in my drafts for ages, so apologies. Also I apologise for not being active that much I've been quite busy whilst struggling with mental health.

Proof-Read: No

"But I don't wanna gooo," I told Nat. "Why can't he throw a party some other day when I'm not busy. I need to finish moving in!" I said.

"Well, Tony is kinda throwing this party for you because you are the new avenger," Nat chuckled. 

"Then he should have thrown it two months ago when it was finally official, should I wear this dress, or the blue one?" I asked, holding up two dresses.

"The blue one, anyway, on the bright side, you-know-who will be there," she wriggled her eyebrows.

"Who, Voldemort?" I scoffed, turning away to hide my blush.

"No, Loki," she nudged my elbow. I rolled my eyes but had a smile on my face.

~Time skip~

I walked in excitedly but (tried and failed) to keep a straight face. I made my way to the avengers who were sitting around a table laughing and drinking.

"Y/n! Hello!" Thor yelled when he saw me.

"Hey Thor," I waved. I look at the spot next to him to see Loki eyeing me with a face that shows no emotion. Then, to break the awkwardness, Tony walked in with a box of alcohol.

"So I did a quick run to the bar and brought these so now we can officially PARTAAAAAY!" Tony pumped his fist up. After that, more people started to roll in. I got bored after a while so I went upstairs. I opened the doors to the living room to find Wanda watching TV.

"Hey Wanda," I said slumped next to her on the couch.

"Hello Y/n," she said, not looking away from the TV. She was watching some old black and white show. We sat in silence for a while, watching the show. After an hour I decided to head back downstairs and check on everyone.

While I was heading down the stairs when I bummed into Nat.

"Oh, hey Nat. What's going on?" I noticed she had an annoyed face.

"Stark convinced the boys to drink more and now it's chaos down there. The boys got crazy drunk. Even Bruce and Loki are drinking alot," she sighed.

"Oof. Well imma check it out!" I chuckled.

It was absolute chaos. Clint was singing while swinging from the chandler, Thor was wearing a poptart box as a hat while swinging his hammer at non-existent villains, Tony and Rodney were arguing weather the moon was made out of cheese, Steve and Bucky were having a throwing contest with his shield, which so far had resulted to several broken windows.

"Um, is everything ok?" I asked flustered.

"oH, helloY/n!" Loki slurred, waving franticly at me from his spot on the floor.

"Uh, hi?" I said, worried because when I walked in Loki was wondering aloud how long it would take to chop off all of Thor's hair blindfolded.

"Hey, did anyone tell you that ya look very pretty?"

"Um," I was shocked. "Thanks?"

Loki tried to stand up, but stumbled from all the achohal.

"Oof!" I said, as the god crashed into me, resulting us to fall down.

The next thing I knew, Loki was on top of me, and we were laying on the ground, our faces only centimeters apart.

I coughed nervously, and tried to get up but unLuCkY mE, a stool fell on top of us, so we couldn't get up because our legs were stuck. I was a stuttering mess.

"S-s-sor-ry..." I said, my face feeling like it was on fire.

"No worries, Darling," Loki said coolly. Wait... he didn't seem so drunk anymore...sus.

I felt my heart race faster and faster as I couldn't look away from Loki's face. His eyes were focused on mine, then darted to my lips for a hot second. Then he smashed his lips onto mine!

I laced my arms around his neck as he snaked his hands down to my waist, his tongue roamed my mouth as I lightly tugged on his smooth black hair. I wanted it to last for ever. Sadly, luck was not at my side.

After a couple of seconds, minutes, hours, I honestly do not either, nor or care, we broke apart.

Because Clint yelled, "Get a room!" after the chandelier gave way and crashed to the ground.

Blushing furiously, we managed to out of the stupid stool, and off the floor. 

"Would you like escape these idiotic Midgaurdians and continue somewhere else lady Y/N?" Loki smirked, turning to me.

"Of course" I grinned mischievously.

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[tinycheesecakedetective]

*Addendum: Fading Letters AU pt. 2: White Lily

I'm a FOOL.

Apparently I've lost all sense of time because I've been gone for a YEAR AND FIVE MONTHS. What the heck. Right. My rendition of Swap!Lily, everyone. It would've been out sooner, but I cannot draw backgrounds for the life of me. This had me stumped for a good long while until I just decided "fuck it we ball", and here we are now. I'm just glad it's out so I don't have to worry about her anymore.

Now unlike PV, I thought White Lily didn't need any updates to her look in the AU. I thought she was pretty set and done, but I reserve the right to change my mind in the future. Her design is pretty simple; it's the blind healer outfit but more so tailored to White Lily. Her staff is bound shut, she's cloaked and wearing rags, and most notably, her eyes aren't visible. She's hiding her identity out of shame, in search of something precious to her.

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Quick Rundown: White Lily is stuck in Beast Yeast after falling ill, so Pure Vanilla went in her place at her request. (For more information, click https://www.tumblr.com/tinycheesecakedetective/744518672544071680/im-baaaack-i-mean-i-made-one-post-about) .

After PV became this universe's Dark Enchantress, the other half of him was sent to the Fairy Kingdom. Meaning unlike Canon PV, White Lily found out VERY quickly about what happened to him(or what she thinks happened, all she knows is that he's dead), and she takes the news horribly. She immediately blames herself for what happened and ended up grief stricken over the entire thing, so much so that she hallucinates him calling out to her. Elder Faerie tried her best to console her afterwards, and told her it would be possible to bring him back. She swears she'll do everything in her power to bring him back, but the Dark Flour War starts and she has to head back to Crispia. During the fighting, White Lily debates telling the others about what happened to Pure Vanilla, but she doesn't get to when she sees what looks like PV. She thinks it's really him, but then upon closer inspection she realizes something's not right. In reality, the real PV is wreaking havoc across Earthbread as this universe's DE, and no one knows it. The final battle is upon them, and PV has them against the ropes, their soul jams in his grasp. In a last ditch effort, White Lily attacks full force with dark moon magic and is able to stop him. She realizes who he really is, and while she's shocked, WL instead shows determination. She's part of the reason why he is the way he is, but she wants to set things right.

After the war, WL spent some of her time in Beast Yeast in order to understand how to bring back PV. With Elder Faerie's help, she returned to Crispia in search of the soul gem shards. She becomes a nomad, wandering around the world and only stopping for breaks. Along the way, she meets several cookies and makes a new friend. Her journey comes to a halt, however, when a group of travelers also finds one of the shards in their own quest.

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Got all that? Great, here are a few head canons! White Lily's the one that bound her staff shut. From time to time, she visits the Vanilla Kingdom and gives a small tribute to PV. WL also keeps in touch with Elder Faerie through white butterflies he sends, and he gives her advice and motivation. Sometimes she makes small resting areas, and whenever she packs up a lily is there in it's place.

And that's it for now! If you have any questions or suggestions, feel free to ask. Y'all have a good evening!

[askdavidj]

Are you going to be celebrating Saint Valentine's Day? :D

I didn't plan on it. I expected to spend the evening at the library after school, but a certain somebody was waiting for me on the other side of the gates when the bell rang. I guess I'll tell you about that. Happy St. Valentine's, by the way. A day late is better than not at all.

I expected Jack to be busier on the 14th than he actually was. It's hard to believe that somebody as charismatic and good-looking as him wouldn't have anyone better to spend his night with than me.

What? It's an objective fact!! You can't look at grass and say it's not green. Unless you're colorblind, which I'm not. Jack's insufferable tendencies cancel out his nice shoulders, so I suppose in the end it all adds up.

Anyway, he was like, "we should go out to eat tonight." I didn't bring my wallet to school obviously, and he said not to worry about it. But of course I worried, because a statement like that implies one of two things: a. he intends on acquiring a meal via questionable means, or b. he plans to pay the whole tab himself.

I couldn't decide which was worse fast enough. Neither of us are well off at all, but I think the disparity in our situations is clear. He said he knew a guy, and if you know anything about Jack, that's immediate cause for concern.

I'm a blockhead, as Sarah so lovingly puts it, because I let him take me to some sketchy back alley club with the biggest man I've ever seen in my life leaning cross-armed in the doorway. That's the guy Jack knew, by the way. He let us in for five cents. Don't judge a book by its cover or whatever.

I stayed out the whole night, which is something I haven't done in a while. I missed it, being one of few occasions where I can talk to Jack without anyone else around. The moon was beautiful. Blue, in the snow. It turned the city blue.

...I get stuck a lot. In routine, I mean, and the way things are. I know it's privileged of me to say so, and I'm grateful for all the opportunities I've been given in my life, but I like to be comfortable.

Despite that, I feel... good, when I'm breaking rules with Jack. Small ones, with small consequences, like staying out past curfew when the streets are dark and powdered white.

Jack wears all black in the winter. He looks ridiculous, like a shadow, except I'm the one who's following after him. We walked for so long I kind of got lost. I know my area like the back of my hand, but Jack knows every area. The ones that matter, plus the ones that don't. I sort of like that he gravitates toward the paths less traveled. No footprints in the snow, fresh and sparkling, just waiting for somebody willing to take the long way around the block. Maybe that's part of how Jack chooses his company, too.

[pillowspace]

Is the puppet au it's own thing or does it exist inside another au ?

I haveeee two Puppet AUs. One's called Musicbond AU, and the other never got a name. I developed it a lot more during my break from Tumblr though, so I've been referring to it as "Ruin Puppet AU." If you're referring to the drawings of the Puppet dressed as Moon, that's less of an AU and more just artistic fun (though it can be seen as Musicbond)

The biggest difference between Musicbond and Ruin Puppet is that the first is solely Sun+Moon+Puppet, while the second is Sun+Moon+Y/N+Puppet with a bigger focus on Y/N and Puppet's dynamic. Also, Charlotte can leave the Puppet in Musicbond. Charlotte's stuck in Ruin Puppet

I have a ton of art for Musicbond, but not very much for Ruin Puppet since it's new. I did describe the Ruin Puppet AU before, but I changed a lot of things during my time away, so a lot of it's wrong now. So here's a description of both AUs

Musicbond = Charlie's spirit occasionally appears around the Pizzaplex to ensure that everything's safe in the new location, and no one but the animatronics can see her. Sun and Moon try to interact with this strange ghost, and eventually build a bond together. She eventually re-possesses the Puppet, but usually only does so at night. She also builds a friendship with the other animatronics in the Pizzaplex, especially DJMM

Ruin Puppet = a typical DCA reader story where you work as a daycare assistant, build a close bond with Sun and Moon, aaaand then it all comes crashing down when the fire happens. Y/N illegally steals Sun and Moon, bringing them back to their house to fix up. But fixing them is hard, so Y/N goes back to the Pizzaplex to scavenge for salvageable parts that they can put into the DCA. This leads them deeper and deeper into the pizzaplex, continuously desperate until they eventually end up... much too deep. They find a melted black bear animatronic behind some rocks, and pry it open to check for useable parts. Out from the body comes the Puppet, unresponsive. Y/N goes to check it there's any parts inside of the Puppet, aaaaand... three fingers wrap around Y/N's wrist. Charlotte's spirit has been awoken. Anyway yaddayadda, you take the Puppet back home, unaware for awhile that it's possessed because you're used to the Pizzaplex animatronics having sentience. She doesn't really know what to do with herself, has severe trust issues, and physically lashes out when she feels distressed. You (as well as Sun and Moon) slowly try to teach her how to cope with her feelings better, make her realize that she's safe, and that she may have a home with you

THAT was a lengthy ramble, my bad

Anyway, I want to turn that second one into a fic. I don't know if I will, but I hope I will

[vitaminseetarot]

PAC: 11/11 Self-Care Messages 🍊🌚🦂

Hey y'all. I'm here to take a brief break from NaNoWriMo (I've been making big progress, I swear!). I've heard from some astrologers that this new moon is going to be rather strong, similar to the energy of the full moon.

After some scouring through the web to find horoscopes that weren't all doom and gloom, I figured now would be a good time to draw some cards for a few wellness messages. This was done to check current mood and energy and suggest healing or wellness methods mainly for stress relief.

I emphasize that if you have a real medical issue, best to take it to a doctor, even if you're thinking it's possibly a psychic thing.

Please choose your pile based on palette color below:

Pile 1 - Tropics Pile 2 - Pinkadelic Pile 3 - Mysterious Night Pile 4 - Solar Energy

Take care~☼

Pile 1: Tropics

The World, Peace, Surrender, Salt Bath, Receive, King of Cups, Knight of Swords, Seven of Coins

So you've done it, or it's been done. You've checked the items off your list. You've asked others if there was more to do only to be met with shaking heads saying "no, but thanks." So what to do now? It's easy to get used to this position of needing to be the big helper all the time. A king of cups taking on the world wants to solve every problem and won't rest until everyone is satisfied. But what would all of that take? Is it worth draining your cup, especially when others are learning to rely on it so much?

Your cards are suggesting a much needed rest time. If it's not a salt bath, then try just resting in bed, a brief sunbath, or a massage therapy session. It's not just resting your body, but your mind. You got two color cards which fell out. Surrender the mind for peace within the body. They're linked in this case. Knight of Swords says whatever happens to one will quickly affect the other. Recovery may take some time so please give yourself space to breathe.

This could be a specific message for some out there. I felt a brief pang in my chest that went away as soon as your reading was finished. I don't usually interpret this Salt Bath card in such a literal way, but… please watch your salt intake, more or less, make sure you're getting iodized salt. Some of you may be worried about doctor's visits? Just make sure you're drinking enough water in between salty meals. Keep your stress levels down, above all.

Take care of your heart health and try not to run yourself ragged with too many assignments and crisis alerts going off (what the heck there's a random phone alarm going off in my house now JUST as I'm typing this! And then it stopped as soon as I got up! Crazy). The message is to not respond to every single call and alarm that goes off okay! You definitely need time to rest, and boundaries for said rest. I mean deeply rest and clear your mind, let yourself suspend from the schedule with some suds. You can't get away to paradise forever, but you can create for yourself a moment in time.

Pile 2: Pinkadelic

Five of Coins, Trust, Bodega Cat, Acceptance, VI The Lovers, XVII Star, Ace of Cups

Tick tock, you've been waiting a while for this to come around in your life. I feel this is strongly a love related reading but let's see. If it's not a romantic partner you're attracting, it's a fresh start at life or spiritual awakening, the feeling of falling in love again with life. You've likely been waiting for a while, stuck in a limbo state, learning how to remain comfortable or at least steady in the unknown. Yet you're eager for that "more" or "other" kind of experience. The type of manifestation that makes life feel magical and new.

You need a quick pep talk. I might get a little cheesy with the message, but here goes: For anyone who has yet to meet you, you are that magic spark in their life. You're radiating the energy of wish making and affection and that has an effect on others around you. You're already on the way to attracting the one who will properly recognize that for you. I'm picking up on a lot of artists in this pile. Your magic seeps through to your art, your aura or energy rubs off onto what you make, and somebody special will see the talent in your work. You have way more talent in the arts than you think.

With that said, the Bodega Cat is a lucky cat here to remind you of your independence. You ultimately don't need anyone to come along and remind you of how amazing your work is. Once you see it for yourself, they will come. Once you see it as done, they will show. Perhaps more than it may seem right now. Just like the cat can be itself and people will show up to pet it and take pictures, whatever you bring forth will carry that same unique charm naturally.

You may be in the mood to go on a shopping spree. Treat yourself to something small and nice, like candy or a new t-shirt, it doesn't have to be extravagant. I recommend affirmations specifically on self-love for you, pile 2. Take a mirror marker and write nice things on your mirror. Pet a lucky cat when one stops by, as well! Sweeten your water with some fresh fruit for a sensual touch. Trust and believe. All of this beautiful magical energy is bursting outwards from you! Accept the wish that's there out in front of you.

Pile 3: Mysterious Night

Three of Swords, Growth, Dandelion, Perspective, XII Hanged Man, King of Swords, X Wheel of Fortune

I can tell that whatever has happened in the last few months, you've taken on a hurdle of challenges to get to where you are now. You've had to learn some harsh lessons, some of which may have felt like they were coming out of nowhere. The word 'Disappointment' was clear and capitalized. It seemed like you took many chances or opportunities on, only to be spun around and left in the dark to figure things out on your own. This last cycle was a particular struggle to build resilience while maintaining the motivation to keep moving toward your goals.

But look, you got both the Growth and Dandelion card in your reading! This is truly signifying how much you've really fought back and continued to nurture yourself in spite of the circumstances thrown in your face over and over. There's a spirit of not giving up even when you let yourself have the chance to process the feeling otherwise. Determination isn't about pretending to be happy in spite of comebacks. Disappointments happen; it's a chance to cry it out before smiling again, it's an umbrella and rain coat to let the day rain from time to time instead of expecting the skies to always stay clear.

You've weathered so much and gained an abundance of wisdom this past season, it's like at this point you're gearing up to be ready for whatever comes next. I don't know if you are necessarily expecting good things to come your way, however. Those might be the very things to sweep you off your feet. Or you may still be too on guard to notice the good luck. It's like the dandelion has gotten acclimated to the cracks, but is it ready for the wheel to turn and for the water to flow in between?

I feel like this whole reading is about being ready for a level up. If you need 999 XP to do so, then right now you're at 900. You're getting to the finish line. But instead of getting too worked up about the end result, however, you've mastered the art of hanging back and waiting for when the time is right. Your new perspective allows you to lay back and take a breather between these strong growth spurts. Remember to stay grounded to your toughened roots, pile 3. Try out grounding exercises and meditations. Spend time out in nature when considering the next moves you're going to make in life. No need to rush this kind of growth.

Pile 4: Solar Energy

Two of Swords, Fear, What You Seek is Seeking You, Change, XV The Devil, Ten of Swords, Seven of Pentacles, Six of Pentacles

I always forget how terrifying the devil card is in this deck lol! In fact I'm seeing and sensing a LOT of fear and anxiety in this pile which is why I went and added an extra tarot card. Six is pentacles on top of the deck is good as it shows help is on the way soon. Remember to stay centered and calm at this time, your chance to heal is coming for you, but you may need to yield some of the resistance behind allowing the change necessary to make way for that healing to occur.

It seems as though your pile conjures images of wanting to see daylight at the end of the tunnel. You feel that change is coming very soon and you're not sure if you're able to handle the next cycle after the one that you've been through. Quite the wringer you've been in for some time… I think a lot of y'all have done some shadow work recently, and it has not been the easiest. It's not always about meditating and journaling. Sometimes it's about seeing how simple, basic fears that are universal to humankind can get distorted and become something much more twisted. When you work past the scary parts, you can see the fear for what it really is. 10 of Swords is Sun in Gemini, learning that sometimes overthinking isn't going to solve the problem, especially when the worst is already past you.

A lot of good things seem to be underway for you even if they're not present at the moment. You've done a fair share of rummaging in the attic and going through all the old, little things. You're going through an extensive clearing out phase. Give yourself the opportunity to put the swords of caution down and accept a gentle wave of positive changes to restructure your life piece by piece.

I'm also getting that this pile may be particularly affected by seasonal affective disorder. Make sure to go out and get some sunlight outside, through windows, or UV lamps. I don't know for sure how Vitamin D supplements would help and you'll want to be careful with St John's Wort if you're on medication, but John's Wort is a good supplement I use for my tea to combat the winter blues. If you sense that your mental state may be getting triggered by lack of sunlight, please look into it.

This reading has not been evaluated by the FDA to diagnose, prevent, treat, or cure any disease or infection. Please ask your physician before going online.

2023, @VitaminseeTarot ™

[dufferpuffer]

What are your thoughts on snack as a ship.

There are many fics out there. Some as the teen versions and others as adult them.

One fic i really enjoyed but it had the plot of taking James away from Sirius for plot purpose. You know because James wants to keep bullying. So it was like Sirius+remus on one side where snack takes place while James and peter on the other side with jily happening on the side.

I really loved this story and the characterisation was good too but I can't see Sirius especially teen Sirius willingly breaking up with bff James. I think it would have been more fun if James tried to make friends with snape for his bff sake . Only for Sirius you know. He would not do so for lily but Sirius just has that power over him with puppy dog eyes.

Another fic I read was about ootp snack. Again it was done nicely but again here remus characterisation was a little skewed because for me post azkaban Sirius and remus didn't have a good buddy ship. They were just hanging in there for old times sake.

I mean it was not like someone hit a pause button on their friendship for 12years. Their friendship was already in ruins before James death. So i was a little icky about remus being like a normal friend and giving relationship advice and you know teasing Sirius. Because I can't see a traumatized Sirius willingly making fun with a remus. Cause one thing which I highly appreciate about canon Sirius is that he after being stuck so long, didn't seem to be struck in the past, he kept on pushing and moving forward while lupin often came across as missing good old times. They both had loads of free time in their respective isolation years but their reaction to it is different.

Anyways I really don't like how snape becomes super comfortable around lupin when he begins a relationship with Sirius in snack fics . He is scared of werewolf and fear is not rational. He won't be practical and think oh well it is not the full moon night, i an safe.

Wouldn't it feel real that even after years of being in a relationship, snape still avoid being alone with the resident wolf. In turn remus hating being avoided by thr person his bff will marry and instead of clearing the air out like a normal person, he antagonize snape. Sirius struck in the middle. Both sides ranting to him. Making him Choose, in snapes case as an ultimatum and in Remus's case passive aggressive tone. I mean Remus can play people, he can make it so that Sirius leaves snape because his bf is making his friend uncomfortable and remus is little munchkin who shouldn't be troubled.

Sorry i got carried away.

So the ask is - 1)snape and Sirius relationship thoughts - both a teen/ yong adult snack and adult traumatized snack , if you could go in that much details. + 2) How remus and snape interact , their dynamic in the role of friend and boyfriend+ 3) remus's behavior if ootp Sirius and Severus date. ( like genuinely what will he do because I can't see him being overly supportive and teasing Sirius and befriending snape etc)

Bonus : Lily and snape circling around each other (a non voldy au where they are young adults) being the partner of the main marauders knowing all too well that j and s will always be friend so they will have to suck it up if they want to stay in relationship with their respective partner.

Omg the possibilities of drama in this scenario. I mean people often tight love stories about enemies to lovers but the fun in exploring James 's reaction in learning his bff is dating snivelus. The betrayal but then it is Sirius so he will just wait until they just break up. 😂

I don't even know if you have interest in all this, please ignore if not.

Anonymous asked: What’s your take on Sirius/Snape?

Thank you for the asks!!! I've never thought too much about Snack (Sirius/Severus) before, so this was a lot of fun! They have a lot in common, but went in incompatible directions: + Both had unhappy childhoods, with a family that abused them. + Both are incredibly loyal and fight to the death. + Both are intelligent problem-solvers who boldly face challenges head-on. + Both are honest people. They blatantly say what they think. + Both are sarcastic, witty, sometimes a little cruel - but are caring at their core. – Sirius, raised in a Pureblood 'Slytherin' house, rejected every part of that heritage and built himself a new identity. – Severus, raised in a muggle house, found appreciation for his magical skills and purpose amongst Slytherin/DE's.

...I don't think there is much hope for them being friends if Sirius meets James first. James shines brightly with everything he wishes his life was: Laid back, messy, relaxed, free... Like a moth to a flame.

I agree that Sirius leaving his friends seems out of character. I think it flows better if there is a change in the environment that forces change in a character, such as: If Sirius never met James on the train - and sorted into Slytherin. ((1700 words; 3 parts: 1970s, 1990s, Remus))

1970s

If a bitter, lonely Sirius Black unsatisfied with his home life could sit down and get to know Snape, (not just butt heads like a pair of goats)... I think after a period of rivalry (them both being the two smartest in their house) they would become inseparable. Once they realized they could understand eachother so deeply, and are fascinated by eachother's worlds (muggle and pureblood) their loyalty would WELD to eachother.

Shaggy, black haired twins. The Snake-Eyes of Slytherin. The King of Transfiguration and the Prince of Potions.

- People assume Severus is Sirius' brother instead of Regulus. - They would mark their shared research/journal entries 'S.S.' in two different inks. - They would steer clear of Death Eaters – and Severus wouldn't need them in order to feel accepted. He has Sirius. - They'll be a couple of menaces: sarcastic and snarky, more interested in their own feelings above all others... - A little bullying. Sirius likes to talk smack on those he doesn't respect, but nothing serious. Maybe a hex or two. (James was more the physical bully, anyway - Sirius was at the sidelines jeering.) - Without being bullied, without facing constant pain and humiliation, without having to work out counter-jinxes... I don't think Severus would get interested in Dark Magic. - Neither of them would be able to stand James. His life has been easy, he was loved and supported... yet he has the nerve to look down upon Slytherins? He doesn't know what they have BOTH been through.

Would Severus still be friends with Lily? From his end, I think so - he is very loyal. But would she get along with Sirius' boisterous attitude? Would she think he is changing Severus for the worse? Would she get a little jealous...? It used to be just them in a world of Muggles, playing with their magic... and now Severus is smitten. Would she worry that Sirius Black is isolating him socially because they so deeply rely on eachother?

...Would she become closer to James, Remus and Peter? THAT is an interesting group... That's enough about teenagers. I want men. Man time.

1990s

Sirius and Severus have even MORE common-ground. Like grudges :) ...But they are also broken in more ways that make it difficult.

Severus has had to learn to mask his emotions. To lie. To sit back and watch horrible things happen so he can act at the best time. ...These are characteristics Sirius struggles to comprehend. He is still just as honest, just as brazen, just as bold as ever. - Sirius see's things like lying as being scummy, weak, turning your back on your morals, on who you are... for the sake of staying alive a little longer!? Cowardice! - Severus thinks Sirius is immature. Dying so easily is just selfishness masquerading as selflessness. Stay alive and fight, even at the cost of everything you are.

+ They are both stubborn; unlikely to like someone they have decided to hate. + They have both lost the light of their life to something that was partially their fault. + They have both had their lives, their dreams for the future, utterly destroyed. + They have both been trapped in a form of 'servitude' ever since that day. + They are both tired, with foul tempers. + They are both, more often than not... alone.

They are very alike... but they feel like they share nothing. The way they see the world is alien to eachother. It's a large bridge to cross... and they are both the sort to not want to bother crossing large bridges.

But they do share one all-encompassing important thing: Harry Potter is the core of their lives.

THIS is an excellent post - (my reblog in case it's taken down) That is one compelling way Sirius and Severus could make a connection and have a civil conversation.

Sirius seeing Snape in Harry's trauma/abuse surviving behaviour. Sirius has so much time to introspect, to get drunk and remember the past... now that he sees how similar Harry is to how Severus was, the fact he bullied him hurts. It's like he has bullied Harry.

Sirius is an honorable man. When he see's he has done wrong, he will bow his head and apologize... ...However, Severus isn't the type to take an apology without snark. "A little late, isn't it Black? It really took you 20 years to even consider me human?"Snape would deny having much in common with Harry. It's mostly denial ('Potter is a brat like his father') with some embarrassment, too. Snape being a prick about it would set Sirius off, of course. "Oh you can NEVER just take a good thing, can you Snivellius..." They would fight again... but I think, as Order meetings continue: - Sirius will be nicer to Severus. He has lost the taste for being nasty. - Severus will lose his taste for more than basic comments at Sirius' expense. Deep down he appreciates the apology - very few have ever apologized to him before. - The fact he treats him differently means even more. He has stuck to his words. Without the bite of hatred they start finding eachothers words humorous. Entertaining. A battle of wits rather than a battle of blood pressure. Severus visiting has gone from a test of patience to something Sirius gets excited about! It gets so boring and lonely... everyone is always so down-beat because of the war, so stressed... nobody anyone wants to BANTER. And-! Severus can tell him how Harry is doing!!!

The change in their dynamic is immediately felt by others... ...but nobody knows what to make of it. All they know is that sparks aren't flying anymore - from their tempers or their wands. They're smiling more. - Big toothy grin's from Sirius, licking his teeth and flicking his eyebrows as he thinks of something else clever to say. - Small curling smirks from Severus, leaning against the table as he shoots back some biting remark.

Snape often needs to thunder off somewhere. Things are only getting harder. The quiet, cold walls of Grimmauld Place and Sirius' eagerness to listen to anything, even complaints... it's soothing. Sirius knows so many of his secrets already. He can really let loose - and Sirius can take all of it. The anger, the sorrow, the frustration, the regrets... he finds it 'entertaining' - and always manages to bring his mood back up.

The kids don't really notice, they aren't that emotionally aware yet... ...But Harry notices when Sirius tells him off for being irresponsible in one of Snape's lessons.

"...How did you know that?!" "Severus always complains about you - but this time he was right: That WAS needlessly irresponsible. Potion making can be very dangerous." Harry completely ignored the scolding. "You and Snape... talk!?" Sirius blinks, looking a little confused. Did he and Severus... 'talk'? "...He IS a member of the Order, Harry..." Sirius chuckled, but knew his godson had a point: It was very odd that he had been spending more time with Severus... and that Severus was spending more time over.

...Severus was someone Sirius could talk to about anything. Even the horrors of Azkaban. He's seen equal or worse. Few people can keep him on his toes as much as Severus, and those that can... are rarely in the mood. But when he is trading words with Snape his brain feels like its coming back to him. It reminds him of talking to James sometimes... Was Severus always this endearing sarcastic...? Was he always this intelligent...? Was he always this quick-witted...? The boy in his memory is one that spat out curses (magical and mundane) like spitting watermelon seeds... but maybe he just wasn't really listening? He wasn't seeing him for who he was, all this time?

Remus

Remus cant tell what the odd dynamic between Sirius and Severus has become - and he doesn't really care enough to ask. He doesn't spend much time thinking about Snape. He never has. Severus was abrasive and stuck his nose where it didn't belong. Their time teaching together didn't exactly make them buddies, either.

He's just happy the man rarely interacts with him. He has little to say to Severus. Now that Severus has 'done his duty' warning the world of his condition he has little to say to Remus, too. If they had their way they'd probably never speak a word to eachother ever again.

Sirius is far better company. They weren't on the best of terms during the first war... but it is nice having an old face back in his life. Someone he knows he doesn't have to pretend with.

...SO its rather annoying when Severus gets dragged into their conversations. Sometimes he just arrives, complaining about things. Every time Sirius turns his head and starts 'playing', the conversation they were having overridden as a new shiny toy walks in. Its not even to bully him anymore! THAT he could understand: Sirius always liked riling people up, especially Severus - and these days he was desperate for any form of fun. No... this was madness. It was mutual. Severus will always pick the seat next to Sirius. They will chat and scoff and bicker, leaving Remus standing there like a houseplant. Passed up... for Snivellius. It seems ridiculous...

He doesn't want to admit that he is sore that Sirius is passing him up for a 'new friend'. He doesn't want to admit that he likes being the one shoulder Sirius can lean on. Admitting those things makes him feel selfish and petty.

Lupin has always been good at remaining civil. I don't think he would care if they formally started 'dating'... just surprised. I agree with you - I don't think his friendship is strong enough for him to put effort into becoming more than just 'civil' with Severus.

But I am torn on whether Remus will inevitably grow a little more distant as he leans more towards Tonks and the Weasleys... ...or whether he would humbly make an effort to sit down and talk to Severus, man-to-man, friend-to-boyfriend... and find all the common ground they also share with one another. (But I have more interest in Snupin - I don't want to bring that bias here, lol.)

[cheyennsblog]

Chapter 3 of "Ravenbrooks kids"

Today is the day...the investigations begins..all of them are inside Cheyenne's house cause their parents weren't home until tomorrow Damon say "Sooo...does everybody has the stuffs needed..?" Everyone nods yes except Browny who seem..in the moon or just tired Cheyenne think and say.."Can we make some modifications..?" Damon says "Of course.." Cheyenne smile and say "Y'all goes in the house to investigate...except me...and Browny.." Browny seem confused and Damon also but he nod and say "Okay." After everything is done the rest of the group go at Peterson's house...

Cheyenne say.."Browny...i know you don't seem feeling well today..do..you...wanna talk about it..?" Browny sigh and say "Well...the truth is that ever since we moved here...my family and i started having headaches..I don't know what they're doing now..but I don't feel like going home sometimes..it's pretty hard to see them ever since I've been it's so sudden really...first my parents now there is some sort of meaning in this town...? I don't really know perhaps we do some...researchs.." Cheyenne smiles and say "Ohh have you done...some...specific nightmares once...?" Browny eyes widen and say "Nightmares..? I do nightmares everyday !! It's somehow confusing cause I had a baseball bat...in my dreams I've lost it and now it's gone in real life too !!.." Cheyenne think and say "Do you sees it in your nightmares..?" Browny nods yes "And whenever I trap it some shadows like creatures try on catching me.." Browny think and say "Cheyenne...I need you to knock me out...I need to go in my dream and catch my bat.." Cheyenne smile and say "Knock out you say..?" Browny nods and he then turn seeing Cheyenne with a shovel "WAIT I DID'NT FINISH EXPL-" Cheyenne hits his head harshly and say "Hope he doesn't die...or have concussion.." They pick him up and pause him on a bed while turning on the Talkie walkie and listen to any signs...

Yavuz gulp and says "Soo...this is it ?" Lacey , Melanie , Charlie and Damon were there..Charlie nods "This is it." Damon smile evily and picks up a rock and throws it at Mr Peterson window Lacey say "HUHH WHAT ?!" Yavuz yell "HE WILL KNOW WE WERE HERE IF YOU BREAK WINDOWS" Damon enter by one of the breaked window and say "Anyway huh." The others follow him inside the window...and goes in his house Yavuz start to cough."Its smells bad here..like..like shit.." Melanie smell the air and said "Don't worry it might be just mold." Charlie agree with Melanie "Yeah maybe just old mold." Lacey look around and say "Now we gotta find the keys of the basement." Damon goes looks inside a closet but just see some newspapers and take them "Its Papers about Dejan , Aaron and Mya's missing stuffs." Yavuz "That means it's prooves of the situation." Damon answer "Yeah kinda...let's search some more.."

On Browny's side.."Duh..I wasn't done explaining but anyway now I am here..right ?" Browny was awake in a dim lighted room he gets up and opens the door and see a supernatural creature...his jaw drops as he say "What the frick?!" He close the door and slowly goes search stuffs in the room and find bear traps he smile and picks them...he then open the door and goes in another direction after putting some beartraps for in case the creature will try attacking him it will get stuck Browny walks and see his bat he smile and say "There it is.." He smile and say "Alright..I'm making this quick !!" He beat up a door with his bat to open it as he see the supernatural creature that talks in a glitched voice "H3y..!! Y0u can't d8 th4t !! Th5ts Che6ting !!.." Browny goes in a attack position and say "Neither of you or anyone should be talking...it's my nightmare !!" The creature was shocked as Browny attack it with his bat while it scream saying "444AAARRHHHGHHHH YO6 C7N'T D0 TH1S!!!" it fades away while melting.. he break the door and see a girl standing she drops a weird item on the floor and fade away..as she giggles..Browny approach it and he feels like the floor is trembling..."Arhhggh..this is feeling like bullshit..I have to grab this thing.." He approach the purple thing slowly as he feels more and more headache as he approach it..he grab it and then...he faint...

Lacey is with Yavuz in the hallway she then see some paints and looks at them."WOW...if he did this he's a great painter..or the person who did is is also very tale-" She looks and see that Yavuz is not here anymore "Oh..shit..Yavuz ?" She think that she shouldn't be screaming so she just sing slowly as she dance since she listen to music with her headphones...on the other side Melanie and Charlie are looking at Mr Peterson who's asleep on the couch..in a Cameras room..Melanie feel silly and approach Mr Peterson saying "Adopt me please." She then laugh slowly as Charlie too and Mr Peterson makes grunts noises in his sleep like he's gonna wake up...Charlie's jaws open and he take Melanie's arms to hide in a closet as Mr Peterson get up waking up and look around grunting...he gets up and says "I better be hallucination..grr.." He goes on his office to look at the cameras..Melanie tries not to laugh nervously as she and her brother hide in the closet..Mr Peterson see Lacey on the camera dancing and he just stare at the screen and then shake his head."I gotta not watch her dance..grr...I just have to make her go away or kidnapp her.." Melanie and Charlie look at each other as he say kidnaping her Charlie said "He's a kidnapper ?!" Melanie whisper "BRO he kidnapped his own kids what did you think ? Mr Peterson went out the room to look after Lacey...as he walk he sees Damon switching items as Damon say "Uhh...Hey neighbor uh...we...we where making new decorations in your house cause...it's ugly..?" Yavuz was next to Damon his jaw wide as he say "Shit we are cooked." Mr Peterson grunts and start to run after them..Yavuz and Damon scream as they run down the stairs...and goes inside the house to go in the backyard...unfortunately Mr Peterson saw them going in the backyard and continues chasing them..Yavuz saw a grave and say "HELP IM HIS OLD FRIEND..HE WOULD NEVER BURRY SOMEONE WOULD HE ?!" Damon says "HES A FRICKING KILLER AHHH" both run back infront of Cheyenne's house and sighs that is a bit away as they stay on the curb for a moment..Mr Peterson goes back to his house and see Lacey searching stuffs in the kitchen as she dance a bit listening to music she then turn and see Mr Peterson before saying "Nahh...what the frick bro ? ....why ya starring at.." she then realize he will chase her as she shout "AHHHHH SHIT SHIT DAMN FUCK BITCH DAMNIT STUPID ASS AHHHHHH" She run as Mr Peterson chase her Melanie is in the way with Charlie who scream and run away Melanie yell "NUH HUH BITCH !!" AS she yell too...and run away out of the house...they all go infront of Cheyenne's house..."Damn I'm thirsty..." Says Charlie..Melanie say "We will go inside eat a bit Cheyenne will cook something because they make cooking." As all of them enter the house and goes in the living room to rest..Cheyenne is talking with Browny who waked up..

"I have those glasses..maybe it will help..?" Browny take them and put them on and look into a mirror.."Yeah..we can't see them.."

As the others rest...Lacey say "WHAT THE FRICK DID YOU GUYS HEAR THAT ?! SOMEONE SAID "YOUR IN DANGER" ?!" Damon frowned and say "Whata-HELP...SOMEONE SAID "WRONG PATH.." The others got some weird words in there head too as Cheyenne and Browny did too...they both go down as they heared that too "Did you guys just hear that..?!" Said Cheyenne all of them nods yes Yavuz says "Yes!! I don't know who the hell said that but it's feels like a ghost." Cheyenne laugh and said "Might be my ghost detectors still on ?!" Cheyenne looks at their ghost detectors and say "They're off.." Browny say "the girl voice..She said wrong Path!! Maybe she's trying to convince us NOT saving the childs in the basement but WE CANT LET THEM DIE IN THERE !!" Cheyenne agree and say "We should save them and then we are done with Peterson...we will investigate only on stuffs because it would save people's.." Lacey say "Hey shortie..why you were glasses..?" Browny is angered at shortie nickname but say "Well...my eyes are not eyeing.." He remove his glasses as his eyes have been both turned one purple and the other yellow but glowing.."Cheyenne as a green eye and blue eye but it's natural...BUT WHY THE FUCK MY EYES ARE LIKE THIS ?!" Lacey's Jaw drops and says "Whata fuck.." Cheyenne say "You should go see a doctor maybe..?" Browny yell "NO NO NO...imma keep them hidden.." He puts on the sunglasses and says.."Well...it's almost night we should eat.." Charlie's stomach growls "Yeah I'm hungry.." Cheyenne says "No problem!! I'll make something.." after some time Cheyenne prepared spaghetti with a cream sauce and chopped beef meat..they putted it in plates with Orange juice for everyone.."MMHHH THIS TASTE SOO GOOD.." Yavuz says Melanie also "THIS HAS A LIGHTER GARLIC TASTE I LOVE GARLIC STUFFS." All of them enjoy the dinner as Cheyenne says "I love my cooking too prob the best quality I have hehe.." They eated the food around a table while talking about plans to open Mr Peterson's basement...

[stealingyourbones]

Submitted Prompts #135

I know I tend to send in DPxDC prompts, but today I had A Thought.

I've been playing Warframe again, lately, and I've been grinding for the Operator Affiny things (thank you Zenurik Focus, for blessing me with boundless Energy with which to commit chaos :D )

And a thought struck me: Operators use Transference to pilot a Warframe. It comes from their Void powers, granted to them in an accident, where their ship was about to dimension-jump into the Void. This overlapping of dimensions made the Tenno into something Other (hilariously, they're called Tenno because they were from the Zariman 10-0. Ten-Zero. Ten-O. Tenno) with extra-dimensional powers, among which is a beam of energy from said dimension. Sound familiar?

What I'm getting at here is: Immortal Danny finds himself transported into the Zariman after the tragedy that befell it, and since The Void and the Infinite Realms are neighbouring extra-dimensional planes of existence, he feels right at home with the survivors (canonically, the adults all went insane, while the more adaptable children survived with powers) and helps them with their powers.

Eventually the Orokin find them, as in canon, and take them in as their Tenno Warrior caste. Their Praetorian Guard, of sorts, and build the Prime Warframes for the children to inhabit and pilot.

Danny goes along with it, because hey cool space bio-armor that he can power with his abundance ecto-energy. Maybe Pandora and frostbite might want to take a look, too.

His Warframe? Banshee Prime

Shit happens, as one might say, and as the Tenno are put into cryo-sleep by the the Lotus (Space Mom!!!!) Danny goes back to the Realms, after his vacation is done.

Eons later, the Tenno rise again, to a shattered and warring Solar System.

They reestablish their Relays, and their presence once more brings order and peace to the System. And as the Order once again grows, as more and more Tenno wake up, Teshin, the Last of the Orokin Dax (the Royal Guard) tells them of Banshee Prime, and her incredible powers over sound and voice.

As the Tenno pilots reawaken in their stasis pods in Lua, one remains missing. Tenno across the System all wonder where everyone's favorite older brother went, and what happened to his Banshee Prime Warframe that he always lovingly maintained and repaired himself.

One, the Harrow pilot, peers into the Void, as he typically does, and finds a trace leading to another dimension other than the Void where the Moon had been hidden, with their pods in it.

Essentially, a whole legion of high school murder-inclined feral teens go on a trip to the Ghost Zone to bring back their older brother, so he can once again tell them of the stars and their meanings. They think he would like to have words with some people, and the Main Character has spotted the Lotus look to the stars with grief in her eyes as she wonders on her wayward child's whereabouts.

Danny, for his part, has grown up into his Fenton Brickhouse genes (not being in a stasis pod will do that to you) and is ruling the Realms along with his Council of Ancient, and generally getting his new powers as the Ancient of Space under control, like he's done before with his basic ghost abilities, and later his ice.

What he didn't expect, was for his old siblings to knock down the doors to his Throne room and crowd him, all screeching about how come he grew up when they're all stuck as kids still, and why dies he look so different, and so many questions that he gets a little overwhelmed.

When Clockwork (grandpa), Pandora (mom) and Frostbite (dad) turn to him and his baby siblings, and say Danny really should take a break "for your own health, Your Highness. You're overdue a vacation!"...let's just say the System was ready for the Tenno. Alad V was ready to face them in battle and experiment with their Warframes (the Valkyr lore is horrifying if you pay attention to it).

No one was ready for Phantom and Banshee Prime to take the System by storm, leading an army of feral children with murder-hobo inclinations

[day-dr3aming]

Be careful what you wish for...

Warnings: Angst, possible bad writing

Notes: This is my first time writing a one-shot/fic. So any criticism and advice will be accepted

It had been a month since my sibling, Rayven, disappeared and no clue as to ther whereabouts had been found. Ever since I found out about this, I've been thinking about how and why this happened. Did someons kidnap them? But, there was no sign of a break-in in their bedroom. Did they run away? But the window would be stuck from the inside and she would have no reason to run away, I think...

Onde day, my roommate advised me to get some fresh air to try to think less about it. So I went to the university coverage to observe the night sky, it always calms me down somehow.

When I arrived, I just lay down and tried to enjoy the light of the moon and the stars. After a while, I noticed that there were a couple of stars that were shining brighter than the others, it was so... beautiful... Almost hypnotizing. Suddenly, I remember something Rayven told me when we were kids.

-"Did you know? If you make a wish on these stars from your heart, they will come true."

"Why am I thinking of this out of nowhere?" I questioned myself for a moment, but allowed myself to smile for a moment as I remembered the good times I had with them as a child. And then an idea crossed my mind, a very stupid idea. Still staring at the two stars, I clasped my hands together as if I were about to say a prayer.

- I can't believe I'm going to do this...? I'm really an idiot... - I complain quietly, sounding a little irritated - look, if you stars are really capable of granting wishes... Please... I just want to see my little sibling again...

Of course, I don't believe in magic stars or anything like that, but my wish was completely genuine. After making my request, I felt some tears running down her face and I felt her heart ache with longing. I just want to see my sibling back, hold him in my arms and never lose sight of him again.

After that I decided to go back to my dorm. Upon entering my room, I went straight to my bed to lie down. I didn't even change my clothes or take off my shoes, all i wanted was to just lay down and sleep.

As soon as I slept, I dreamed that I was in a completely dark place and the only thing visible was a mirror. It looked like there were green flames or something in the mirror and when I approached it, I heard a voice.

- Poor unfortunate soul... Your heart aches with the desire to see your younger sibling... But luckily for you, I can make it happen. All you have to do is hold the hand that appears in the Dark Mirror - and then the flames disappear and are replaced by a dark hand.

"Is this serious?" I felt like I couldn't trust what the voice said, but the desire to see Rayven again was stronger. "And anyway, this is all just a dream, I'll wake up and forget about it." At least that's what I thought when I held that hand.

Divider by: cafekitsune

[fnaffancontentbutmostlyglamrocks]

Going over Glamrock Bonnie's dissaperance with a fine-tooth comb

Missing Message

"SECURITY REPORT - 12:24AM - Bonnie is seen leaving his green room in Rockstar Row heading East towards the atrium. 2:40AM - Bonnie enters the East Arcade. 4:12AM - Bonnie enters Monty Golf."

I'll break this message down, as it's the most important. At 12:24 AM, 24 minutes after closing, Bonnie heads to the atrium from his Green Room in Rockstar Row. 2 hrs and 16 minutes later, He is seen entering the East Arcade. That is two floors above the entrances to Monty Golf. On the opposite side, 1 hour and 32 minutes later, at 4:12, Bonnie is last seen entering Monty Golf.

I've mentioned how long it took Bonnie to do each activity because time isn't literal in Security Breach. The time it takes us to reach point A to point B seems real-time. The animatronics are quick, even when walking. They have a decent speed, but there was a lot of time taken for what should have been short trips. That and the East Arcade is such a strange detour. It is nowhere near the entrance to Monty Golf on the first floor. It's on the third floor, too The only way to Monty Golf on that floor is the Mazercise Vent, And I doubt Bonnie's double-upped thick ass could fit also. We have no mention of him going to Mazercise either. He most likely entered through the front entrance of Monty Golf, Getting to the catwalks By using the ladder built into the scaffolding, Assuming he even went up there.

Going back to the message about Monty falling and breaking his legs. It just states that someone had once scored the hole-in-one, activating the Hurricane bucket. While it's assumed to be a patron during opening hours. There's nothing to indicate it couldn't be an employee or something else after hours. 

Strangely enough, Despite being last seen in Monty Golf, His body is found in Bonnie Bowl. With all that said, We should be focusing on the details that are left out of this message. There is a lack of information on what Bonnie was doing in each room. Why did it take so long to reach each destination? Why did he stop at the East Arcade? Why does it end in Monty Golf despite the fact that even if Bonnie was incapacitated there and then moved to Bonnie Bowl to finish the job? Shouldn't that have been noticed? Say it was. Then why wasn't it reported?

Another thing I want to mention is that Monty Golf is Monty's attraction. The animatronics are not stuck in their own attractions or rooms. Anyone. Freddy, Chica, Roxy, Monty, Vanessa, Vanny, Sun/Moon, Staff bots, and even an Endo could have been in Monty Golf at that time.

Bonnie Bowl Vent

The trippy AR vent that you go in to exit Bonnie's room has a Monty plush wet floor Bot and a Fazer blast gun. A Bonnie Plush connects to Vanny's hideout in Fazerblast. The obvious connection is Monty, Bonnie, and the wet floor bots.

I think the one worth looking into more is the Fazer Blast gun, which is associated with GlamRock Freddy. It's also associated with Vanny, as Fazerblast is where her hideout is. Plus, the vent leads directly to her hideout. It does seem there's a connection between Bonnie and these elements.

The Crime Scene

Starting at the entrance: There is a small blue shard There is a broken brick wall Along with a small caveish structure, and then another broken wall Wood structure seems to indicate their might've been a door or hall here A path of wooden crates leads you to the bodyThere is a wire on one of these crates There's piles of broken pins There is a metal shelf with Bowling balls on it There's a shorter shelf with bowling balls on the other side To the left of it, is the hole where bowling balls would come in Covered with wooden boards haphazardly nailed on Next to that is a Bonnie Bowl Graphic There are marks from the boxes to where Bonnie is Near the body's head is a Bowling ball that is shattered into 3 large segments The body is laid on a carpet We'll examine the body and carpet later Pieces of what I assume are from Bonnie's endoskeleton and staff bot pieces are thrown across the room There is a white crack on the wall, and a smear of black streaks down the wall and floor Almost as if something hit it, and was dragged down This mark leads to Bonnie, and is on top of the rug too There's streak marks from bonnie's body to where a vent is Opposite of where the other mark is by the entrance. A makeshift staircase to a vent was made. On the vent panel that's being used as a ramp, you can see these drag marks that appear to be from the rust that's also seen on the rug. This vent lets you get outside of the room.

Bonnie "Other" Green Room

There's a charging port that looks like it was torn open from the outside. There's a vent gate hidden next to it. Presumably, the one that would have blocked the vent hidden by the poster on a tool cart is a broken staff bot with marks and indentions. There are actually a few of these staff bots in this room.

Examining the body

Any good murder mystery has a body examination. I'll break the body down into parts. The face has a large gash on the left side with a wire sticking out. There is an indention on the muzzle on the left side. The left ear is damaged with chunks missing, While the right ear is missing. The right arm is removed from the chest and is segmented into the forearm and upper arm. The left arm is damaged like the rest of the body but attached. The chest has nearly the entire middle part of the shell ripped open. It looks like the chest was hit by someone with claws and then pulled apart. There are Multiple scratch marks on the chest itself. There are wires sticking out of the chest. Both legs are bisected at the crotch, upper leg, and lower leg. It appears the legs were beaten in or were crumpled. Otherwise, besides the chest, head, and legs, the whole body is just cracked and dirty.

The Green Substance

Uh-oh, this is it, The damning evidence that proved Monty did it. Yeah, you all hear my sarcasm. A lot of speculation I've seen is that this is either green paint somehow from Monty. I'm sorry, that just doesn't track. You're telling me Monty went in with ONLY Green wet paint. Attacked Bonnie and managed to get paint only on this one specific spot. Magically, nothing else. Plus, why, though? This is the only "Monty" guilty evidence I will not even give the time of day to humor as an option. It takes a minimal level of critical thinking to showcase why it makes little sense. Also, debunking this doesn't magically make Monty innocent; it just opens things up more.

I've found another possibility that makes sense besides it just being an undercoat from Bonnie. Looking closely at the mark. I noticed it has a star-like shape from Plushies, Pinatas, and Cutouts. We can see that Bonnie has a gold star on his chest. I'll use Freddy to help prove my point. Throughout Security Breach, Freddy becomes more disheveled as the game goes on. At Hour 0, when the game first started, His lighting Bolt is a bright blue. As the game progresses, this bolt slowly starts to get dirty and fade away. It's not just the bolt, either. Suppose you compare Freddy's face markings from Hour Zero to the late game. They are also fading away. This makes it clear that while the animatronic models may have base casings that are pre-colored, Any markings or makeup are then painted on. We can even see cans of paint in the hallways of the animatronics greenrooms Throughout the game, even before shattering, These marks are slowly fading away. If you look at Bonnie's body, it has these purple and blue marks that are also faded, So his star is likely painted on, too.

I do have an explanation for why this yellow or gold appears green from what we can see from cutouts and plushies. This star is gold and shiny. Appearing metallic in texture. When gold paint is not properly maintained, a possible result that can happen is lustrous gold turning a greenish color. This is called Verdigris. This is a result of the gold being mixed with other alloys. Primarily copper. I'm being bold here and assuming Fazbear Entertainment is not using pure gold to decorate Bonnie.

Drag Marks

The streak mark from Bonnie's body to the exit is the exact same dimension as the wooden crates. The smaller streak even matches the smaller crate. The marks on the way to the vent appear to be the right size for the thing under the orange tarp. Then, you have these makeshift steps leading to the vent. It's apparent these things were dragged around to make these stairs. Who would need to make these steps? Well, judging by the marks we see on the vent being used as a ramp, The staff bots.

The Rug

There is a rug under Bonnie's body. The drag marks are on top of it, And the markings are flush with what appears on the wood floor, Meaning that every mark on this carpet happened in this room. This is also why I think a struggle happened here, too. What I want to focus on is the pattern on it. People claim it's found in Monty Golf. Does this mean the culprit cut a part of Monty's golf's carpet to move the body? I really doubt it. It is a perfect rectangle. It's actually one of the rugs you can find in the East Arcade. The rugs are pre-cut with this rectangular shape And have a design pattern exactly like the one Bonnie is found on. This carpet came from the East Arcade, Not from Monty Golf.

Monty replaced Bonnie before he even disappeared.

Monty was already a Glamrock, while Bonnie was active. One proof of that is in the sealed room where Bonnie is. On the shelf are bowling balls with Freddy, Chica, and Roxy. You'd think there would be ones with Bonnie, but Instead, there are only ones with Monty. Also, notice who doesn't have a custom Bowling Ball either: The Daycare attendant or DJ Music Man, Both of whom are not in the band but have their own section of the plex. So by transitive law, Seeing that Monty has a bowling ball at this point, But not Bonnie. That must mean Monty is in the band and has replaced Bonnie, But Bonnie is still active and has his own section.

Bonnie has a private Green room in his attraction. No other glamrock animatronic has this. Not even Freddy. We also know from the missing messages Bonnie used to have a green room in RockStar Row. It doesn't make sense for the company to make a new private Green Room with its own charging port and install decorations for an animatronic they plan to eliminate. Or for one that went missing and they can't use it. When you consider that the understudy message states Bonnie is out of commission and not necessarily missing or permanently broken, Then with the knowledge that Monty can at least fill in the roles of other bandmates like Freddy. Monty could have replaced Bonnie. While Bonnie was still around, This does take away Monty's main motive for wanting to destroy Bonnie Well, almost. There is the possibility he'd do anything to keep this position. We also now have a reason for Bonnie to attempt something.

Fazbear is complacent

In order for this crime to work, Fazbear Entertainment has to be complacent in some way, Or someone with the power to control what the company does is responsible. Bonnie's body is in a location that, while light, must've had some foot traffic. Someone should have come across this body, and the only way in and out of this large room couldn't have just been the vent. There had to have been a proper door or something at one point when we pieced together that there had to be some way to get back there. Plus, there was the probability that Bonnie Bowl was remodeled in relation to the cover-up. I think part of that remodeling was blocking off this room. Bonnie was never missing. He was hidden.

Monty, Chica, and Roxy are innocent.

While the staff bots could do most of the damage seen on Bonnie, Including prying open the Charging port door, There are scratch marks on the body, too. And those staff bots don't have claws. Then that leaves us with Monty, Roxy, and Freddy as the ones who could do this damage. Chicas is safe, as she doesn't have claws. 

I think they're all innocent in terms of what happened before Bonnie got to Monty Golf. Including the one I think is responsible. Part of that is because of the state that the charging station is in; something ripped it open. 

I'm sorry, but if Monty, Roxy, or Freddy lured Bonnie into Monty Golf and attempted to destroy him there. Then they…..let him go all the way back into Bonnie Bowl and recharge? Then go there, rip him out, And finish him off there? Sure, suspension of disbelief and all that, But that's a lot of suspension. This has me thinking that Bonnie was completely fine, or at least in a position to think he would be able to safely get away from Monty Golf without anyone following him And go into his charging port like nothing happened. Until he was ripped out, And besides the staff bots, There's only one Glamrock that makes sense to do this, Freddy.

Freddy?!

I know. As a suspect, He makes the least amount of sense. He's the lead star, plus he was close to Bonnie. Why would he hurt him? I have some possible answers. Both are equally tragic. One is that it is annoyingly glossed over. He was under Vanny's control. If she wanted to, She could use him to destroy Bonnie. Leaving him powerless to do anything. The other is that Bonnie really was dangerous, and Freddy found out. Maybe he came across Monty's damaged body Or started to notice Bonnie was acting Differently. Once he realized the Bonnie he knew was gone, Replaced by a complete monster. He had to make the decision to put that thing down.

Afterward, Fazbear or Vanny realized what had happened and did everything they could to cover it up. Which, if that's the answer to this crime. That is some juicy drama. Now, there is still the possibility Bonnie was scratched before he got into the charging port, And only the staff bots were used to take care of him.

Monty?

I'm gonna be real. While he is connected, A lot of the things related to him seem to be related to Monty Golf and that he's Bonnie's replacement and not actually Monty himself being responsible. The only thing that could connect him is the claw marks. That could also have been done by Freddy, Roxy, hell, even the Endos, and assuming it is a separate animatronic, the Freddy Prototype, All of whom have claws. 

In fact, it makes more sense to me that he's a victim. While I wanted to give a reason for why he could be innocent or guilty, The closest I can see him involved is that Bonnie tried to destroy him in Monty Golf. Under control or not, it doesn't matter, And Monty was able to retaliate. Damaging Bonnie before he went down. 

Solving the crime

The crime can not be solved, And while I have tried to brainstorm the different ways it could have gone, No matter how close I get, There's always something that I can't explain. The only thing I'm fairly confident about is Monty being a red herring. Everything else. I'm stumped on

 I think that's the point. This crime can't be solved yet Because we don't have every clue, And in an interesting twist, we know what that last clue is. We just don't have the means to analyze it yet. That AR inhibitor in the Gondola ride was shown for a reason. Once that is revealed, This whole case will be solved, And considering RUIN ended on a cliffhanger, Who's to say the mystery of what happened isn't either.