#characters in order of top to bottom rows are:

[nyaskitten]

I've been doing a lot of just character concept work for my TF AU lol. Designing headshots lowk fun as fuck bcz it lets me just screw around w/ color schemes as opposed to thinking about alt modes.

Also I like playing with design ideas a lot it's so fun guys sedate me.

[snoozyjoosi]

Homicipher Episode 1 Guide

If you want the additional 2 rows/alternate routes of Episode 1, skip down to big red text.

I included the scenes of the correct storyline of Episode 1 which is may be unnecessary as they are easy to get through with minor trial and error, but I still included them.

Episode 2 Guide - https://www.tumblr.com/snoozyjoosi/766185589671444480/homicipher-episode-2-guide

Episode 3 Guide - https://www.tumblr.com/snoozyjoosi/766219102165598208/homicipher-episode-3-guide?source=share

Proceed down below the cut, scene order is from left to right and top to bottom.

Scene 1: Game starts, click on Mr Crawling

Scene 2-3: Interact with Mr Hood as per usual and leave through the door

Scene 4: Do not go down the doorless pathway on the right as it would result in death (unless you leave) and no progression.

The closed door on the right is where you’ll meet Mr Gap who asks to take your heart (in a very literal sense unfortunately), close the door on him or don’t open it at all (however I recommend that you do open it so you can get some words to translate).

Go to door on the left.

Scene 5: Enter the room after moving junk out the way and meet Mr Chopped.

Scene 6: You have the choice between either picking up the little guy or leaving him there.

Scene 7: This is the result of you leaving Mr Chopped and going downstairs without him, getting kidnapped and experimented on by Mr Silvair which is Ending 01 - Research (I personally do not mind being tortured by him.)

Scene 8: This is the result of picking up Mr Chopped and will progress the game further on.

Scene 9: A little language lesson with Mr Silvair and Mr Chopped, afterwards go into the door at the back on the room.

Scene 10: Now inside Mr Silvair’s torture room/lab, collect some more words if you’d like, then leave the torture room and exit Mr Silvair’s base.

Scene 11: Go up stairs, Mr Silvair bids you farewell, and continue on your journey.

Scene 12: There’s two ways to go to, and regardless of which side you pick it would result in the same outcome of being alarmed by a mysterious presence and running to the dark left side. With the two rectangular windows on the wall, the right one is empty while the left one has Mr Gap who cannot do anything with the bars in the way (haha loser), which you can use to collect more words.

Scene 13: Once went into the dark left side, you can grab a crowbar and hide or hide without any weapon behind the wall.

Scene 14: Mr Crawling pops outta nowhere in your hiding space.

Scene 15: It’s when you beat him in the face with a crowbar that you picked up before hiding.

Scene 16: Regardless whether or not you grabbed the weapon beforehand (you’ll still get it anyways) and hit Mr Crawling, you leave the room and head out to the hallway over to where the original red glowing right side is. Mr Crawling accompanies you.

Scene 17: You see the blood splatter on the floor, then sense someone approaching.

Scene 18: Mr Crawling alerts you of danger, talk to him and he’ll push you down to the ground and get on top of you (ykyk) to protect you. Get angry and push him instead then he’ll leave you to your death (understandable have a nice day) and you’ll get killed by Mr Scarletella.

Scene 19 and 20: Once Mr Scarletta leaves, you and Mr Crawling progress on the journey.

Episode 1 ends here.

For the additional alternative route/s of Episode 1:

(Note: To unlock this alternate route you must complete the main storyline first all the way to episode 5, so you cannot do this in a fresh save)

Scene 21: Start from Scene 1 and DO NOT click on Mr Crawling, wait for the time to run out. Then follow the arrows to Scene 22.

Scene 22: Keep following arrows. If you click on any characters you pass by, you will kill them.

Scene 23: Once you walked into a certain room (aka Mr Machete’s room) continue to walk and get stabbed by Mr Machete. Do not get up.

Scene 24: After staying down from Machete’s attack, you end up in a collapsed room with Mr Chopped inside who asks you to help him. Talk to him instead of killing him as that would lead to Ending 13 - And Then I Saw No One (this ending physically hurts me btw).

Scene 25: You chat with Chopped who tries to teach you more words. When the selection between two sentences comes up, it doesn’t matter which one you pick, Chopped will fall asleep.

Scene 26: As Chopped is resting, he talks some more and reminisces about Mr Silvair sadly, in which you pat him on the head (thankfully not killing him). He will then sadly complain that his hair is dirty and wants to go to the hair dresser.

Scene 27: There will be an earthquake/building collapse, but there’s a tunnel to exit through.

Scene 28: After climbing out of tunnel, just follow the arrow to the hairdresser’s room. This is the end of Mr Chopped’s Route.

Scene 29: Start from Scene 23, this time look up in time after being stabbed by Mr Machete which will result in getting killed by him which will end in Ending 12 - Sore Loser. However you can go beyond this ending for Scene 29 and 30.

Once gone beyond, you enter a fight with Mr Machete, make sure to click in time!

Scene 30: However despite hitting him in time, you will still end up losing, resulting in ‘Fight End’.

[death-in-a-handbasket]

Matthias nsfw headcannons? 👀

had to break out the big screen for this (lapped top) because I have many thoughts and the answers are too large for my humble phone. get ready for long post. matthias likers lock in for your boy this is an analysis post AND a slut post

okay first of all I'm taking a hammer and bashing the current fandom interp of him, he had the absolute manic nutsack to set fire to shit in order to get fucklord pinocchio to leave him alone, I mean shit idk if he even gives a fuck that his parents died in the process they kind treated him like shit shat, so the notion that he's some shy meek blushing bottom of a femboy is getting shot put blasted into space. this is a czech man whose key dish is hard alcohol and who did not hesitate to amputate an arm in coa. I won't be having any of it okay‼️we do not fuck around with this guy

however this is also not going to veer into some goofy daddy dom territory, he aint that kind of guy mark my worms. he's spent his whole life being controlled and ignored, now that he's out from under his parent's thumb he's mainly just stuck in the cycle of destroying louis in various ways (again, this guy is NOT meek). so now that we've established what he isn't, let's establish what he is.

living that life for so long will leave you in a state of depression and apathy, a kind of numbness in accepting the rotten situation because it's more palatable to people than snapping. so he is often deeply devoid of emotion and expression, he's quiet and has an empty ass thousand yard stare. but if you peel back the apathy, beneath that is a ton of sadness how empty his life has been and a LOTTTT of simmering rage, this guy has a lot of pent up anger for how he was treated. that kind of life will have you DEEPLY loathing of being controlled ever again, so there's this tenuous kind of wrath that slips out from time to time when he's had one too many shit events happen in a row. also, while he doesn't want to be ignored anymore, he also doesn't know how to socialize with people either, either coming off as awkward or gruff or kind of creepy from how detached he is so it just ends up all looping back into depression and he just kind steeps in that emptiness and dully accepts it. shit man, he barely even mourns his own scars, he just kind shrugs and tells you that he knows he's kind of ugly and that there isn't much point getting torn up over it. nothing that can be changed. bro exists in a state of "it is what it is"

okay now that the character analysis has been opened up let's get into the meat of this ask. how this guy b fucking.

first and foremost, his libido is pretty low, depression will kick you down into that for real, it's also kinda hard to bring home dates when you are

being haunted by that fucking thing

have shit social skills

look fucked up

in mental shreds

preoccupied (handling mental illness and killing a puppet)

basically what I'm saying is this guy has null and void for experience and little desire to go looking (not that that's going to stop me from fucking him anyways. I'll seduce him don't test me) I digress. he jacks off infrequently (maybe once or twice a month) and he jacks off in the early morning in that limbo between waking up after rough sleep and mustering up the energy to get dressed. lays there and stares at the ceiling while the early morning light starts to filter in through his drapes and silently rubs one out before rolling over and getting dressed.

it's probably easiest to get him into bed while he's drunk and in a state of "fuck it we ball," however just outright asking also works, flirting doesn't really work well on him as he'll think you're lying or trying to suck up/make him feel better (cause he kinda looks like an easy target). so just straight up asking is probably the most flattering way you could go about it. no frills, you picked him out with no second thoughts, he appreciates the boldness instead of feeling like someone is trying to conflate him into something more grand or rizz him up because he seems pathetic enough to take the bait. 9/10 times he'll say no because he doesn't have the energy for anything but the 10th attempt will get you a "alright. fine."

he is awkward and weird in bed to say the least, his general social lack as well as physical inexperience make him for an odd sexual partner. he's good with his hands and skilled in multitasking so he's decent with fingering/handjobs but lackluster with his mouth. guy who gives head without blinking. guy who gives head with zero pizazz. is he okay? about as okay as a guy like him can get frankly 😭. he fumbles getting into positions and is dead silent the entire time. no moaning even. he doesn't know how to dirty talk don't ask him to try he won't know what to say and he won't attempt either. his rhythm and kissing is decent but there's no passion behind it, you could sucker punch him in the middle of it and he would probably just sniff the nosebleed back in and keep going (kudos for staying locked in at least) guy who fucks without blinking SHDHDJFHFG. he doesn't really know what to do with himself and after being essentially forgotten for so long he doesn't really know how to take affection. it's flattering but he's very awkward and uncomfortable with it so if you try and cuddle him after expect him to lay there like a wooden board (that is if he doesn't try to get up and leave once he's done)(he's not callous on purpose he's just THAT awkward)

throwing a grenade into fandom I don't think he bottoms or subs, I don't think the notion of being told what to do or being used in that manner sits well with him. he's had enough of heeding people for one lifetime he'd rather hold onto control where he can get it.

as for specific fetishes? this guy doesn't have enough experience or perversion in him for that for the most part BUT. some misc thoughts

drunk sex is good because it takes social pressures off and loosens him up a little

praise and worship makes his ears warm because he's not used to hearing it but he doesn't know how to react to it

touching his face flusters him a little because he knows he's missing an eye and is all scarred up so someone touching those scars is kind of new and vulnerable

sometimes his excess anger seeps out during sex and he'll get stiff and rough with a thousand yard stare. thrusts kinda hard. apologizes for it after. you can piss him off to bring it out but he'll never fight or argue, just kinda fucks a little harder and wears a more peeved expression

unconscious guilty pleasure is dollification but not in the direction you think. starts out small, like him telling you that a color looks nice on you and you start wearing it more. the more you heed the notes and requests he makes the more he does it, and by the time he realizes he's doing it, it becomes a shameful desire, because the control gives him an adrenaline rush to be finally out of the controlled role, but also makes him feel a little bad for kind getting off to holding power over someone. if you encourage it though he might end up being quite the order giver. teehee. get ready to play dress up and take commands

coa matt special is him getting an adrenaline rush from cutting off a limb. listen man I just think being in that control position and modifying someone gives him a little high okay. the bone saw stays ON during sex

btw this man is loooong and lanky, tall slim and weird baybe. dick is of average length, less on the girth though but very aesthetically pleasing frankly. also long slender hands with. dexterous fingers. whew

all in all, if he takes a liking to you, you might notice him keeping less of a distance or even shadowing you a little while in day to day life. will subtly fix your clothes and hair while near you and spend a lot of time staring and observing you. can be coaxed into being more talkative after a while 🤌

okay that's all I think, yall can mail in thoughts if you have additional questions 🤔

[aurorasgate]

love written in the cards

event details:

event requests: open | normal request rules apply

sfw + nsfw | event tag #🌙.written in the cards

authors note: i feel like i'm always doing events after not writing for a while and when life gets busy n hard but they get me excited n chattin with y'all and it seriously lifts my spirits <3 so here i am with another event to get me writing🩷 since i've been getting back into/deeper into tarot recently i thought it'd be fun to do a little event around it so i hope you'll enjoy it!

how to participate:

i'll be taking tarot pulls for sfw + nsfw requests. if you want nsfw please specify in your request. if not specified i'll stick with sfw. i do ask that for nsfw requests you be off anon and please have your age displayed somewhere on your blog<3

option one ✵ pull your own cards: from the list of major arcana cards below 'pull' your cards to divine the fate of the story. you can pull 1 to 3 cards and please only one character per request. if there's anything specific you'd like to include in your request please feel free to add as much detail as you'd like!

request example: the lovers + strength with diluc

option two ✵ luna pulls: tell me the character you'd like me to write for, the deck of your choice from the list below, how many cards you'd like me to pull (1 to 3) + what kind of pull you'd like me to do (major arcana cards only or full deck of 78 cards). i'll pull the cards like i would for a tarot reading and write a story based on the cards i pull for you

request example: luna pulls for caleb using the crow deck, full deck pull with 2 cards

luna pulls:

available decks:

antique anatomy ✵ skeletal + floral theme. uses rods, blades, coins and elixirs in place of wands, swords, pentacles and cups

crow ✵ mini cards set in a crow theme

gold foil ✵ large. crystal theme. black cards with gold foiling. my first deck ever

neon foil ✵ dark colored cards foiled with neon blues, pink and purples

note: i'm usually very particular when doing pulls for others that they choose the deck and cards themselves butttt that's kinda hard to do online lol i still wanted to give the option that if you'd like to detail how you'd like me to pull please feel free too! i usually lay the cards out in two rows so if you'd like to tell me to focus on cards in a certain row (top row, bottom row) or to a certain point (like middle, left side, ride side) and/or thinking of something in particular with the character you choose, please do!

pull your own cards:

major arcana:

the fool ✵  key words: beginnings, journey, adventure, innocence, joy, creativity, risk, fearlessness

the fool reversed ✵ keywords: recklessness, distraction, carelessness, irrationality

the magician ✵ key words: manifestation, talent, power, magic, problem solving, determination

the magician reversed ✵ key words: communication block, confusion, deceit

the high priestess ✵ key words: intuition, mystery, hidden secrets, hidden knowledge

the empress ✵ key words: beauty, pleasure, abundance, potential, creation, luxury, fertility

the emperor ✵ key words: power, authority, experience, order, control

the hierophant ✵ key words: tradition, religion, study, obedience, structure  

the lovers ✵ key words: choice, desire, love, duality, romance, unions

the lovers reversed ✵ key words: unconscious choices, conflict, disharmony, imbalance

the chariot ✵ key words: willpower, confidence, ambition, courage, determination

strength ✵ key words: inner power, confidence, patience, trust, courage, compassion 

strength reversed ✵ key words: lacking courage, self doubt, vulnerability

the hermit ✵ key words: solitude, seclusion, wisdom, soul searching, retreat

the hermit reversed ✵ key words: loneliness, sadness, fear of vulnerability

wheel of fortune ✵ key words: good luck, karma, fate, change, opportunity

wheel of fortune reversed ✵ key words: bad luck, misfortune, disappointment, fear of change

justice ✵ key words: truth, honesty, fairness, balance, consequence, equality 

the hanged man ✵ key words: introspection, sacrifice, reflection, acceptance, surrender

the hanged man reversed ✵ key words: reluctance, fear, confusion, stagnant

death ✵ key words: transformations, endings, embracing closure, cycle, release

temperance ✵ key words: healing, balance, divine blessing, spiritual guidance 

the devil ✵ key words: obsession, seduction, limitation, dependency

the devil reversed ✵ key words: independence, release, freedom

the tower ✵ key words: destruction, sudden change, devastation, liberation

the star ✵ key words: hope, blessing, renewal, healing, peace, vulnerability 

the moon ✵ key words: illusion, unknown, deception, danger, intuition

the sun ✵ key words: illumination, joy, celebration, happiness, optimism

judgement ✵ key words: rebirth, acceptance, purpose, awakening

the world ✵ key words: wisdom, ending, achievement, success, completion, freedom

the world reversed ✵ key words: limitation, incomplete, emptiness, lacking courage

[kckt88]

Scorched Hearts VII

Summary:

'We loved with a love that was more than love - Edgar Allen Poe'

Jacaerys makes a discovery about Valaena which leads Rhaenyra to question her ability as a mother.

Warning(s): Angst, Drama, Language, Grief, Anger, Mention of Death, Kissing, Smut, Oral Sex.

AEMOND x O.C Niece

Word Count: 5950

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated, do not copy/post to other sights without my permission.

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A few days after Rhaenyra’s coronation as Queen in the dragon pit, Jace stood in the dimly lit chambers that had once belonged to Aemond, watching the maids quietly pack away his uncle’s belongings.

The room felt oppressive, heavy with the weight of its former occupant, and Jace couldn’t shake the feeling that he was intruding on something deeply personal.

Daemon had suggested that they burn everything—an idea Jace had readily agreed with, especially when his mother had made the decision to purge the Red Keep of the green regalia and restore it to its former Targaryen heritage, with red and black now decorating its walls and the dragon statutes restored to their rightful place.

But Rhaenyra had refused to burn Aemond's personal effects, instead she had ordered that his possessions be placed into storage.

Jace hadn’t understood her reasoning, and standing there now, surrounded by the remnants of Aemond’s life, he felt a strange mixture of hatred and discomfort.

He hated Aemond for what he had done, for what his uncle had cost him.

But here, in this space Jace found himself unsettled. It was clear that Aemond had spent a great deal of time here.

The shelves were filled with books and tomes on history and philosophy. Jace’s eyes wandered to the weapons cabinet in the corner, filled with meticulously maintained swords and daggers, each one gleaming as though they were cleaned daily.

Even the wardrobe reflected Aemond’s disciplined nature—boots, breeches, and leather jerkins, all dark green or black, hung in neat, precise rows.

Everything about the room screamed order and control—just like the man who had once lived here.

As the maids cleared one of the bedside tables, something caught his eye—a worn, old book.

He picked it up and frowned, flipping through the pages. It was written in High Valyrian, a history of the dragon lords of Old Valyria.

Jace wasn’t as fluent in the ancient tongue as his mother or Daemon, or even his sister Valaena, but he knew enough to recognize some of the words.

Jace blinked, trying to make sense of it. To book was familiar—he’d seen it before, in Valaena’s chambers on Dragonstone.

His brow furrowed as he opened the book to find handwriting scrawled on one of the pages, unmistakably in Valaena’s hand.

‘Lanta prūmi, mēre ābrar, hēnkirī va moriot’ (Two hearts, one life, together always).

What was her book doing here? More troubling, why had she written something so intimate, something about hearts and togetherness, in a book that now sat on Aemond’s bedside table?

"Why would she give this to Aemond?" Jace whispered under his breath, confusion gnawing at him.

Before he could dwell on it further, one of the maids approached him nervously. "Prince Jacaerys, the bottom drawer of the desk won’t open. It seems to be locked."

Jace nodded, feeling a surge of curiosity. He withdrew his sword, carefully fitting the blade into the gap at the top of the drawer.

With a grunt, he forced it down, and with a loud snap, the lock broke.

Kneeling down, Jace opened the drawer and found letters—dozens of them—along with dried flower petals and a handkerchief.

His breath caught in his throat as he picked up the cotton handkerchief, recognizing the messy stitching in the corner: A & V.

"Aemond and Valaena?" Jace whispered, his heart pounding in his chest.

He shoved the handkerchief into his pocket and turned to the letters.

The parchment was worn and faded, some of them clearly old, but the handwriting was unmistakable.

They were all from Valaena.

Jace's mind reeled. His sister had been writing to Aemond, and for years by the look of it.

Some of the letters were mundane, talking about daily life at Dragonstone or the weather, but others-others were filled with declarations of love, of devotion.

His hands trembled as he read the lines. That spoke of a place—a cabin called "our place."

"Was that where she disappeared to all those times?" Jace asked himself, his voice thick with disbelief. "Was she meeting Aemond?"

His stomach twisted in knots. None of it made sense.

Aemond was the cause of Valaena’s death, the one who had stolen her life.

How could she have been involved with him?

Jace slammed the drawer shut, his heart racing. He couldn’t bring this to his mother, not yet. It would break her, and he couldn’t bear to add to her pain.

But he couldn’t ignore it either. Aemond was gone, but Aegon still lived, and if anyone knew anything about his brother’s secrets, it would be him.

Jace grabbed the old book, shoving it under his arm, and turned to the maids.

"Leave the desk as it is," he ordered sharply. "Do not touch anything inside."

Without waiting for a response, Jace strode out of the room, his mind filled with questions he dreaded finding answers to.

He needed to speak to Aegon—now.

Jace barged into Aegon’s newly assigned chambers, a decent enough space, though nowhere near as grand as the ones in Maegor’s Holdfast.

The smell of wine hung thick in the air, and there, sprawled on a chair with a cup in hand, sat Aegon, already well into his cups.

Without even turning to look, Aegon sighed. "Don't you ever knock, nephew?"

Jace scoffed, taking in the sight of his uncle, lazily drowning himself in wine. "I see you've reverted back to type. Didn't take you long."

Aegon rose from the chair, sauntering over to pour himself another drink. "I'm doing what I do best," he said with a lazy grin, swirling the wine in his cup. "Getting drunk and staying the fuck out of the way. I’d rather not run into your madman of a stepfather. I do not wish to give him a reason to make me a head shorter."

"So, you're content to be confined to King's Landing for the rest of your days?" Jace asked, his voice tight with disgust.

Aegon raised his cup and chuckled, "Happy as a pig in shit, nephew. Plenty of wine and whores. What more could I ask for?"

"Time with your wife and children," Jace shot back, his tone icy.

Aegon’s smile faded, and he frowned, casting a dismissive glance at Jace. "I love Helaena—as my sister. But I can’t love her as a wife. We reached an understanding long ago. She gets to be a mother, and I get to-indulge my many vices. My half sister being queen isn't quite the decent into war that my grandsire predicted-"

Jace shook his head, disappointed but not surprised. "There's actually a reason why I’m here," he said, voice firm.

Aegon took a leisurely sip of his wine. "And what reason is that nephew?"

Jace’s expression darkened as he spoke, "Lanta prūmia, mēre ābrar, hēnkirī va moriot."

Aegon furrowed his brow, then chuckled. "Gods, your pronunciation is shit-"

"Just tell me what it means," Jace snapped.

Aegon set down his cup, a smirk curling his lips. "Two hearts, one life, together always."

Jace’s jaw clenched. "I found this book in Aemond’s chambers."

Aegon raised an eyebrow. "So what?"

"It once belonged to my sister."

Aegon’s eyes widened, but only slightly. "How-interesting."

Jace's anger boiled over as he threw the book at Aegon, who caught it deftly.

Aegon opened it, his eyes scanning the handwritten message from Valaena.

“What do you know?” asked Jace.

Aegon closed the book and shrugged. "My brother was fucking your sister. What else is there to know?"

Jace’s fists clenched at his sides. "Aegon."

Aegon sighed dramatically, swirling the wine in his cup before taking a long gulp. "Ohhh, you want to know how long it’s been going on for? Well, I can’t say for sure. But if I had to guess? Probably years."

"Years?" Jace echoed, the word bitter on his tongue.

Aegon nodded, taking another indulgent sip of his wine. "Like I said, it’s just a guess. I could be wrong-but I rather doubt it"

"-And why's that?"

"Oh I don't know maybe it's the fact that Aemond would take off on Vhagar for hours on end or the way he would go all cunt struck at the mere mention of Valaena's name-or how I caught him multiple times fucking his fist and calling her name. Pick one-"

"You are so disgusting" said Jace wrinkling his nose.

"Hey-you asked " replied Aegon shrugging.

Jace’s mind raced, piecing together the implications. "You know Valaena would also disappear for hours on end with Silverwing-"

"-See there you go" said Aegon.

"Why didn’t she say anything?" Jace asked, more to himself than to Aegon.

Aegon chuckled darkly. "You’ve got to be joking. Their relationship would never have been accepted. You know that."

"I would have understood," Jace protested. "I would—"

"-No, you wouldn’t," Aegon interrupted, his voice suddenly sharp. "You're only saying that now because she's dead. But deep down, you know they would have been viciously ripped apart if anyone found out. You’d have been the first to stand in their way."

Jace wanted to argue, to tell Aegon he was wrong, but the words died in his throat. He knew Aegon was right.

Had Valaena’s relationship with Aemond been discovered while they were still alive, their families would have torn them apart, by force if necessary.

"But Aemond killed her," Jace whispered, his voice trembling with pain.

Aegon’s gaze softened for just a moment. "No. They killed each other."

"Why?" Jace demanded, his voice hoarse.

Aegon drained his cup and stared into the empty vessel. "Because it was the only way they could be together."

Jace felt his chest tighten with grief, anger, and confusion. "What do I tell my mother?"

Aegon looked at him, his face devoid of sympathy. "Tell her nothing. You’ll only do more harm by revealing the truth."

"Doesn't she deserve to know?" Jace pressed, desperate for answers.

Aegon shrugged, unconcerned. "Maybe. But what purpose would it serve?"

"To have everyone stop blaming Aemond for my sister’s death," Jace said, his voice rising.

Aegon shook his head with a bitter laugh. "People are going to blame him no matter what you say-"

"But he's your brother," Jace growled. "Surely you would want people to know the truth."

Aegon’s eyes darkened, and he met Jace’s gaze coldly. "What’s the point? It’s not like Aemond is ever going to know otherwise, is it?"

Jace scoffed, disgusted. "You really are a cunt."

Aegon raised his cup in a mock toast, a sly grin spreading across his face. "It’s what I do best."

With a snarl, Jace snatched the book back and stormed out of the room, leaving Aegon to his wine and indifference.

A week later, Jace sat in his chambers in the Red Keep, staring at the pile of letters spread out before him.

The weight of the decision he was about to make pressed heavily on his shoulders. Two days earlier, he had journeyed to Dragonstone, determined to find the truth.

He had searched Valaena’s chambers, tearing the room apart until he finally discovered the hidden compartment, she had used to conceal her correspondence with Aemond.

Upon returning to King’s Landing, he had sequestered himself away, poring over the letters—each one revealing the depth of the secret relationship between Aemond and his sister.

At first, he considered burning them all, erasing the truth from history, and letting everyone continue to believe the narrative that Aemond was the villain, and Valaena, the noble daughter who had sacrificed herself for her queen and family.

It would have been easier that way. He hated Aemond—there was no denying that.

Aemond was still, in some way, responsible for Valaena’s death.

Regardless of the complicated truth, Jace couldn’t shake the anger he felt towards his uncle.

But the more he read the letters, the more he realized it wasn’t that simple. His hatred for Aemond ran deep, but beneath that was something far more unsettling—jealousy.

Jace had buried his feelings for Valaena long ago, knowing they were unreturned.

But her death, combined with the revelation of her long-standing love affair with Aemond, had rekindled something dark inside him.

As he read through the letters—her words of love, her longing for Aemond, the secret meetings they’d had for years—Jace's anger simmered.

His sister had loved Aemond deeply, far more than he had ever realized.

Aegon had been right all along. Their relationship had flourished right under everyone’s noses, and Jace hated it.

He hated the thought of Aemond kissing her, touching her, sharing something intimate that no one else had been privy to.

But beneath the resentment and jealousy, a cold truth dawned on him: this wasn’t about him. It never had been.

It was about Valaena and what she wanted, and it was clear in the letters that she had wanted Aemond.

Her love for him was genuine, undeniable. And if Jace was honest with himself, his anger and jealousy didn’t matter.

Not anymore. Valaena had made her choice, and that choice had been Aemond.

He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples as his thoughts raced. He had a decision to make.

It would have been easy to keep the truth buried, to let Aemond bear the weight of being the villain.

But Jace couldn’t do it. As much as he loathed the one-eyed cunt, he knew Valaena wouldn’t have wanted Aemond remembered that way.

It wasn’t the truth, and no matter how painful it was, his sister deserved to have her story told.

With a heavy sigh, Jace reached for a handful of the letters, the ones that clearly revealed the depth of Aemond and Valaena’s relationship.

His hand trembled slightly as he gathered them up. He knew what he had to do, even if it tore him apart inside.

He stood, the letters clutched tightly in his hand, and made his way toward his mother’s chambers.

The walk felt like a march toward something inevitable, something he couldn’t avoid any longer.

Rhaenyra had to know the truth. It wouldn’t be an easy conversation—far from it—but she needed to know.

And as much as Jace hated it, Aemond didn’t deserve to be remembered as the sole villain in this tragedy.

Not after everything he had read.

As he approached Rhaenyra’s door, he took a deep breath, steadying himself for what was to come.

This truth, painful as it was, would be a burden he would carry for the rest of his life.

But Valaena’s memory—and the complicated love she had shared with Aemond—deserved to be honoured, even if it meant rewriting the narrative of her death.

He knocked softly, and when the door opened, he stepped inside, ready to reveal the truth that would change everything.

Rhaenyra sat at her desk, the letters from Valaena strewn before her, each word cutting deeper into her heart.

She had read through them all, had listened as Jace told her everything he had uncovered about her daughter’s secret love affair with Aemond.

She could barely comprehend it. The realization that Valaena had been in love with Aemond, that they had been together in secret for years—and the idea that they had willingly gone to their deaths, believing it was the only way they could be together—was almost too much to bear.

Her hands shook as she clutched one of the letters, her daughter’s handwriting clear and delicate, full of passion and love.

How had she not seen it? What sort of mother had she been, that her own daughter hadn’t felt she could confide in her?

The weight of that question crushed her, made her heart ache in ways she didn’t know were possible.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she thought of Valaena—her sweet, kind, beautiful daughter—lost in a world where she felt she had to hide everything.

She let out a broken sob, the pain too much to hold in. Her chest heaved with grief as the truth settled over her like a suffocating fog.

All the signs had been there. Valaena disappearing for hours on end, flying off with Silverwing, the way she had looked at Aemond during their dance at the feast, the distant look in her eyes before she had left for Storm’s End.

Rhaenyra realized now that Valaena hadn’t been saying she would see her later—she had been saying goodbye.

“My girl,” Rhaenyra sobbed, her voice trembling. “My little girl.”

Jace, who had been watching silently, immediately crossed the room and wrapped his arms around his mother.

His own tears were falling, though he tried to stay strong for her. He hushed her softly, holding her as she wept, their shared grief a palpable thing.

The room was filled with the sound of Rhaenyra’s heart-wrenching cries, the agony of a mother who had lost not only her daughter but also the truth of her life.

Just then, a soft knock interrupted them. Maester Gerardys entered the room quietly, his face full of concern as he looked between mother and son.

“I apologize for the intrusion, Your Grace,” he said gently. “But the tonic for your stomach pain is ready.” He placed a small vial on the desk.

Rhaenyra wiped at her tear-streaked face, trying to pull herself together. “Thank you, Maester,” she said, her voice thick with emotion.

"Is everything ok Your Grace?" asked Gerardys concerned.

Rhaenyra glanced at the letters scattered before her and added, “I’ve recently discovered something about Valaena, and—”

But before she could finish, Gerardys spoke again, his voice hesitant. “You know of the child, then?”

Rhaenyra froze, as did Jace. They turned to him, confusion and disbelief written on their faces.

“C-Child?” Rhaenyra repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. “What child?”

Maester Gerardys looked suddenly uncomfortable, his hands wringing together.

“The Princess came to me, days before her death,” he explained, choosing his words carefully. “She was feeling unwell, and upon examining her, I discovered she was with child.”

Rhaenyra felt the room spin, her knees weakening. Valaena had been pregnant—carrying Aemond’s child—and no one had told her.

She collapsed into the nearest chair, her heart breaking all over again. Her hands covered her mouth, and fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.

The pain was unbearable.

Jace, who had been standing beside her, turned away, his hands gripping his head as he tried to process the revelation.

It all made sense now.

Valaena's visit to the Maester, her avoiding wine at the feast and then her feeling sick.

Plus the reason why Valaena and Aemond had done what they did, why they had chosen death over life in a world that would never accept them.

They hadn’t just wanted to be together—they had wanted to protect their love, their child, in the only way they knew how.

Rhaenyra’s voice shook as she spoke. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked Gerardys, her eyes wide with hurt.

“The Princess swore me to secrecy,” Gerardys explained quietly. “She feared that moon tea would be forced upon her if anyone found out.”

Rhaenyra’s heart shattered again. Her daughter had been so afraid, so lost, that she hadn’t even come to her own mother for help.

“She could have come to me,” Rhaenyra wept. “I would have protected her. I would have done anything-”

Gerardys offered a polite bow and quietly excused himself, leaving mother and son to their grief.

Rhaenyra collapsed further into her chair, her hands trembling as they clutched at her skirts. “My daughter-she was carrying Aemond’s child, Jace. Gods how did it come to this?”

Jace’s voice was tight with emotion as he spoke. “We can’t let history paint Aemond as the villain,” he said. “Valaena wouldn’t want that.”

Rhaenyra looked at her son, eyes full of anguish. “What should I do?” she asked, her voice barely audible.

Jace knelt before her, taking her hands in his. “Have them write the truth. That Aemond and Valaena were two hearts that lived one life, and now they reside together always.”

Rhaenyra’s tears fell harder, but she nodded, knowing that her daughter’s story—the real story—deserved to be told.

It is often in the darkest of times that the brightest flames burn, and none shone brighter nor burned more fiercely than the love between Prince Aemond Targaryen and Princess Valaena Velaryon.

Their love was a secret flame, hidden from the eyes of the world, but no less powerful for its secrecy.

It was a love that would ultimately cost them their lives, yet in death, it bound them together eternally.

Their relationship was carried out in secret. For years, they exchanged letters, and shared clandestine moments in the midst of the chaos that surrounded them.

Even as their families turned against one another, Aemond and Valaena sought peace in one another.

It is said that their love was not born of fleeting desire, but of an understanding so deep, that neither time nor politics could sever the bond they shared.

The love between Aemond and Valaena grew so great that, in their eyes, the only escape from the chains of duty and war was death itself.

They believed that their love could not survive in a world that would tear them apart—where their loyalties would always place them on opposite sides.

And so, in the final days of their lives, they made a decision that would forever cement their legacy: they would sacrifice themselves, leaving the mortal world behind so they could be together in death, beyond the reach of anyone who would keep them apart.

Valaena Velaryon, though dutiful to her mother and her cause, flew to her death with the knowledge that her love would be waiting for her.

This act of love, desperate and tragic, was their final rebellion against a world that sought to control them.

Though history would likely vilify Aemond as the slayer of Valaena, it is now known that their deaths were not a murder borne of hatred, but a mutual sacrifice.

They died not as enemies, but as two souls bound by a love so deep that it transcended the politics of their time.

In their final moments, it is believed they embraced death together, knowing that in the afterlife, they would be free—free of war, free of duty, free to live the love they could never truly have in life.

Thus, it should be written in the annals of history that Aemond Targaryen and Valaena Velaryon were two hearts who chose to live one life—one that spanned across life and death.

Together they rest, bound eternally by love, their souls entwined forever in the songs of dragons and the legends of Old Valyria.

Lanta prūmia. Mēre ābrar. Hēnkirī va moriot. (Two hearts. One life. Together always).

Maester Gerardys: An Account of Aemond Targaryen and Valaena Velaryon: A Love Forged in Fire, Bound in Death.

Five Years Later

The sound of waves gently lapping at the shore filled the air, mixing with the joyful squeals of a little girl digging in the sand.

Elaena was busy with her older brother, Rhaegar, both of them bent over in concentration.

Suddenly, Elaena squealed with delight, holding up a tiny seashell triumphantly.

"Mama, mama! I got shell!" Elaena shouted, her voice full of excitement as she and Rhaegar made their way back to their mother, who smiled as she looked up from the newborn she had just finished feeding.

She rubbed the babe's back gently, encouraging a soft burp before laying her down in a small cot beside her.

"Let me see-"

Elaena rushed over, thrusting the shell into her mother’s hands.

"My, that's a pretty one! You’ve got quite the collection now."

Elaena grinned, her small teeth peeking out as she pointed at the shell.

"Show daddy!" she declared eagerly.

Their mother chuckled, tucking a strand of curly silver hair behind her ear.

"Your father will be back soon, love. He’s just popped out for a moment."

Elaena pouted, her little lip jutting out in a way that made her mother laugh again.

"Hmmm," Elaena huffed, sounding far older than her years.

"You sound just like your father when you do that,"

As if on cue, the door opened, and Elaena’s face lit up with pure joy. "Daddy, daddy!" she cried, rushing over to him, arms held high.

Aemond stepped inside and scooped his daughter up into his arms.

"Ñuha zaldrītsos" he greeted softly, his voice full of affection as he kissed the top of her head (My little dragon).

Elaena giggled, running her fingers through his long hair. "I got a shell and Rhaegar helped"

"Did you now?" Aemond smiled, then set her down gently. "Well, let’s have a look, shall we?"

Elaena eagerly tugged him toward the desk, pointing proudly at the small shell.

Aemond picked it up, examining it with a thoughtful expression.

"It’s beautiful," he said, turning to Rhaegar. "And you helped?"

Rhaegar nodded, his silver hair catching the light.

Aemond ruffled his son’s hair. "Good boy."

Before anyone could say more, the sound of excited screeches filled the room.

Two dragon hatchlings bounded inside, flapping their wings and knocking over tables in their wake.

Sapphyre, a blue-scaled hatchling, the bigger of the two caused a vase to topple and shatter on the ground.

"Sapphyre, Lykirī!" Rhaegar commanded, his voice firm but gentle (Be calm).

The blue dragon cocked her head and calmed down immediately, pressing her snout into Rhaegar’s outstretched hand,

She cooed softly, nuzzling against him.

Elaena, not wanting to be left out, shouted, "Hūra, kirī!" The smaller, silver-scaled hatchling bounded toward her, nearly toppling over in her excitement.

Aemond crouched down beside Elaena, correcting her softly. "It’s Lykirī, sweet one."

Elaena looked up at him, thumb in her mouth, and nodded. "L-Lykirī," she tried again, holding out her tiny hand.

The silver dragon, Hūra, immediately obeyed, lowering her head and allowing Elaena to stroke her gently.

"Good," Valaena praised "A little more training and she’ll get there." She looked at Aemond, who nodded in agreement.

"Aye," Aemond said. "But she’s still young and has many years to learn."

Valaena glanced at Sapphyre, who was growing bigger by the day.

"Sapphyre is getting a bit too large to keep indoors. Perhaps it’s time to move him outside with Vhagar and Silverwing."

Aemond smirked. "I’m not sure our son will like that," he said, his voice teasing.

Valaena laughed, knowing full well how attached Rhaegar was to his dragon. "Me either. The boy’s as stubborn as his father."

Aemond gave a wry smile and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Valaena’s lips.

The moment was interrupted by a sudden cry from the cot.

"I’ll get her," Aemond said, moving to pick up their newborn daughter, Daenys.

He rocked her gently in his arms, trying to soothe her, his lips pressed to her dark hair.

Valaena smiled at the sight, but her attention was quickly drawn back to the two young dragons wreaking havoc in the room.

Another vase smashed against the floor.

"That’s enough!" she declared, clapping her hands. "If you wish to play, you can do so outside."

Rhaegar, always the responsible one, nodded.

"Māzīs, Sapphyre," he said, calling the blue dragon to him. The two hatchlings bounded outside with Rhaegar and Elaena in tow (Come).

Valaena sighed, bending down to pick up the broken shards of the vase.

A maid named Lirri rushed forward. "I’ll see to that, my lady," she offered.

"Thank you Lirri-" Valaena said with a nod, rising to her feet and crossing over to Aemond, who was still cradling Daenys in his arms.

"Bit of trapped wind, I think," Aemond murmured.

Just then, Daenys let out a small, but unmistakable, fart followed by the sound of a soiled cloth.

Valaena laughed, covering her mouth.

"Not anymore, it seems," she said, her voice full of amusement as Aemond wrinkled his nose at the smell.

"Your turn," he teased, passing Daenys back to Valaena with a knowing grin.

Valaena only shook her head with a smile, the warmth of her family filling the room with love and laughter despite the chaos.

The candlelight flickered softly in the room, casting warm shadows across the walls.

Aemond was lounging in the large bath, his eye closed, muscles relaxed as the warm water enveloped him.

Valaena sat beside the tub, her fingers gently massaging his scalp as she washed his long silver hair, her touch delicate yet soothing.

"Any word from King's Landing?" Valaena asked, her voice a soft murmur, as her fingers continued their rhythmic work.

Aemond nodded slightly without opening his eye. "Helaena writes that your mother has just celebrated her fifth year on the throne. The realm rejoices in her peaceful reign."

Valaena smiled at that. "It’s what we hoped for," she said quietly, rinsing the last of the soap from his hair.

Aemond reached up, taking one of her hands, and pressed a gentle kiss to it, his lips warm against her skin.

"Are you all right?" he asked, his voice lower now, more attuned to her.

Valaena paused for a moment, her gaze drifting toward the window where the moonlight shone through. "The time will soon come for us to return," she admitted softly. "And I can't help but wonder how we will be received."

Aemond opened his eye then, tilting his head up to look at her. "We don’t have to go back, not if you don’t want to. We’ve made a good life for ourselves here."

Valaena smiled softly, but there was a hint of sadness in her expression. "I know. But I miss my mother, Daemon, and my brothers. It's been years, and I-I want them to meet their grandchildren." She sighed lightly. "I miss them."

Aemond hummed in agreement, a sound deep in his throat. "I, too, miss my mother and siblings," he admitted. The years of self-imposed exile had weighed on him as well, though he rarely spoke of it.

Valaena brushed her fingers through his hair one last time, her heart heavy with the thought of returning to King's Landing.

"This was only supposed to last until my mother was secure in her reign."

Aemond stood then, water cascading down his lean, muscular body as he stepped out of the tub. He wrapped a towel around his waist, crossing the room toward her.

His movements were swift and confident as he dried himself, the flickering candlelight highlighting the sharp planes of his torso.

Valaena’s gaze shamelessly followed him. Her husband was truly a sight to behold, a god amongst men, as she often teased him.

She couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face, eyes tracing the scars, the muscles, the lines of his form.

He noticed her gaze and smirked. “Enjoying the view, wife?”

She stood and crossed the room to him, pressing her lips to his in a soft kiss.

Aemond’s hands immediately found her waist, his fingers firm yet tender as he pulled her close against him.

But Valaena gently pulled away, though she kept her hands on his chest, feeling the heat of his skin.

“I am not yet fully recovered from birthing Daenys,” she murmured, her voice tinged with apology.

Aemond pressed his forehead against hers, his touch gentle despite the fire in his veins. “Whenever you’re ready,” he whispered.

There was no rush, no pressure in his tone, only the endless patience and understanding he always had for her.

He moved to pull on a pair of loose cotton sleep pants, but Valaena caught his hand, stopping him.

Her eyes were dark and intent, her lips curving into a small, knowing smile. "That does not mean I cannot satisfy you."

Aemond paused, his gaze flickering with desire. “You don’t have to,” he said, his voice deep and sincere, though the tension in his body betrayed his words.

"I want to," she whispered, her voice soft but firm as she tugged him gently toward the bed.

With a growl Aemond took hold of Valaena, his lips immediately on hers.

Valaena gasped as she felt Aemond hands pulling at her night gown, tearing the cotton fabric in his haste.

“N-Not my small clothes” muttered Valaena as Aemond slipped the ruined material off her body.

“I know” replied Aemond as he gently urged Valaena to lay on the bed.

Aemond then descended on Valaena’s soft lips, kissing her, his hands gently caressing her milk swollen breasts.

Aemond released Valaena’s mouth and bent down to lick her nipples, he couldn’t contain his excitement as he went back and forth between her wonderful, enlarged breasts that nourished their daughter.

“Oh” muttered Valaena as she flung her arms over her face, as pearly white liquid began to leak from her breasts, running down her body in rivulets.

Aemond ran his tongue over the milk that had dripped from his wife’s rosy nipples and delighted in the sweetened taste.

“Hmmm” moaned Aemond as he continued to lick and suckle at her breasts, gorging himself on her milk, his hard cock pressed against her thigh.

His tongue swirling around her stiffened peaks, his teeth scraping against her skin, the sounds of him swallowing.

It felt so good, it felt-

“-A-Aemond” gasped Valaena.

“What is it my love”.

“Don’t stop-please, oh gods-don’t stop” exclaimed Valaena as she arched her back, her cunny clenching around nothing as she unexpectedly climaxed.

“Did you just-peak?” asked Aemond smirking as he released her nipple with a soft pop.

“Yes” replied Valaena, her cheeks tinged pink.

“Well, that’s never happened before. I think I like it” muttered Aemond he moved forward and kissed her passionately, his tongue invading her mouth.

“L-Let me taste you. Please” begged Valaena.

Aemond moved and propped himself against a hastily assembled pile of pillows. His hard cock proudly on display.

Aemond stared down at his naughty little wife, his mouth hanging open as Valaena lightly ran her fingers over him, teasing the glistening head.

Next thing he knew, Valaena’s warm, wet mouth was wrapped around the head of his cock.

Valaena’s tongue ran around the tip – tracing the ridges and licking off that drops of pre-cum that had started to leak out.

“Fuck, Valaena!” groaned Aemond as he threaded his fingers through his wife’s silver hair.

Valaena ran the flat of her tongue along Aemond’s length, tracing every hard inch of him.

Aemond’s heart almost stopped when she sucked his stones into her mouth, one at a time.

Her hand moving slowly over the hard length of him.

When she engulfed Aemond’s cock back into her mouth, he squeezed his eye shut.

Aemond forced himself to open his eye, he had to watch his precious wife sucking his cock. 

“Your taking me so well. Such a good girl” moaned Aemond.

Her head moving back and forth, her pink lips stretched around him. Oh, it was heaven.

“I’m not going to last if you carry on” Aemond admitted, though it pained him to do so.

Valaena smiled slightly and began moving faster, also using one of her hands in rhythm with her mouth. 

“It feels so good” groaned Aemond.

Valaena responded to his statement by relaxing the back of her throat, and swallowing as much of her husband’s cock as she could, whilst her other hand cupped his stones.

Then she slid one of her fingers towards his hole.

“F-Fuck” moaned Aemond as she gently massaged over the tight ring of muscle.

“Do you like that raqiarzy?” asked Valaena (Beloved).

“Y-Yes” exclaimed Aemond.

“What about this?” asked Valaena as she put a finger into her mouth and then returned it to his hole before she gently slid the tip of her finger in.

“It feels so good-that’s it” groaned Aemond.

“More?”

“Y-Yes. P-Please. M-More” groaned Aemond.

Valaena responded to his statement by relaxing the back of her throat, and swallowing as much of her husband’s cock as she could, whilst her finger slowly moved inside him.

“Another-p-put another inside me” begged Aemond his body rocking against her fingers.

Valaena smiled and gently added another and Aemond began to whimper as she curled her fingers inside him.

“Shit-Valaena I’m going to spill. Oh, fuck, I’m-” shouted Aemond as he exploded.

His wife took every last drop, swallowing his warm seed and licking him clean.

When he recovered, Aemond saw Valaena’s self-satisfied smile.

“Was that to your liking husband?” asked Valaena.

All Aemond could do was nod.

Valaena smiled gratefully, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before resting her head against his chest.

Aemond held her close, the rhythmic beating of his heart soothing her as they laid together in the quiet of the night.

TBC

[bonkers-4-hatter]

Lotor X !Plus Sized Female Reader - Fall Traditions

"It's tradition Lotor! I know you don't want to be around people, but please, go for me?" I give him a pout, jutting out my bottom lip as I put on my 'puppy dog eyes' which always make him cave.

He let out a scoff, but sighed and deflated in defeat. "Okay Starlight, I'll go to this...corn maze as you say."

I hug him as he slides his arms around my plump form. "You know I'd do anything for you starlight." He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. Only alone would he show me this kind of affection, and I understand, with a smile I cherish the affection he shows that's only reserved for me.

I was giddy as we pulled up to the corn maze. Growing up, coming to these places during the fall were fun and filled with laughter and frights especially if we went through the maze at night.

Lotor takes my hand as we walk to the ticket booth. I smile as I see families with small children as they laugh and run around picking the perfect pumpkin. "You said this was a tradition starlight? Do all humans participate in it?" He gave my hand a light squeeze as we walk through the rows of pumpkins.

"Not all humans participate. It's a tradition for me and a lot of humans because we used to do this when we were younger. My mom always brought me and my siblings here every fall. We'd pick pumpkins, go on the hay ride and through the corn maze and have applie cider, it was so magical for me as a kid...and one of the rare happy memories I have...I know to you it's silly..but-."

My words were cut off as he gave me a soft, chaste kiss. My round cheeks flushed as he pulled back before I could fully process it. "It's not silly if it holds special memories for you (Y/N)...nothing that's special to you is silly my starlight, never forget that. Now let's go make more of those special memories."

We look through the pumpkin patch first, my soft, round face scruched in concentration as I tried to look for the perfect pumpkin. Lotor helped, picking the biggest pumpkin he could carry before putting it in our wagon. Picking a few other pumpkins and hay stacks we bring them to the car.

"I can't wait to carve the pumpkins! We'll put them on our porch for the trick or treaters!" I was excited as I spoke, my soft arms and hands waving in the air as I spoke with them. Lotor sported a soft smile as he watched me talk animately.

Getting hot apple cider, we enjoyed the cute hayride that showed us the farm and along the way it had cute cardboard cut outs of Halloween themed characters or scenes and even giant spider made out of black plastic pipes and hay bails. Lotor's arms wrapped around my pudgy waist, his fingers skimming my sweater clad skin.

"This drink...can we make it at home?" He was on his third cup of hot apple cider. I laughed and nodded. "I'll order some, not sure how good it'll be if I try to make it, I'm sure they sell some here too." His eyes lit up at the notion making me smile. He was enjoying himself...which would be a first for an Earth activity.

As the sun started to go down, I decided it was the perfect time to do the corn maze. Once inside, the cute decorations and cardboard cut outs were back, with festive lights scttered around. "So...you pay to be put in a maze? Starlight, what fun is that?" He asked looking down both sides of the fork in the cornstalks.

I pull him down one path enjoying the atmosphere. "Because it's fun! It's cute and it's getting dark so it'll be a bit spooky!" Hitting a dead end, I pout. "Fun you say?" He smirks before taking the lead and tugging me back the way we came.

A good chunk of time passed and we're still in the corn maze, the moon high in the sky. The sound of laughing children and soft music coming from the farm, but I was straddled on Lotor's lap as he sat on a haybail in the corner of another dead end of the corn maze.

Our lips were slated against one another in a dance. His hands gripped my soft round hips anchoring me down on his lap. Pulling back, our hot breaths lingered together. "You were right (Y/N), these corn mazes are fun." He nipped and sucked along the curve of my neck going down to my collarbone.

The sound of people nearby caused Lotor to stand with my plump, soft body in his arms before he gently sat me down. Giving me one last hungry kiss, he grabbed my hand and headed back to the maze to finally get out. "Let's find our way out, we'll have more fun at home my starlight."

Biting my lip, I flushed at his words as we both whispered and laughed together as we navigated the corn maze hand in hand.

[funkyspacealien]

Art Fight 2024 Collection! I aimed to hit a full month's worth of pieces throughout the event. While I didn't make the goal of 31, I did 29 pieces! (Hope that's correct anyway. I have trouble counting lol) All the characters above are other artist's characters. Below the break are @/Links to the artist's blog/pages. They're ordered in the character's appearance from the top to bottom and from left to right.

epic.juice (Instagram Link) VORBITAL (Twitter Link) @tonytamales Curlicious (Twitter Link) @fizzlecosmos @killerk0re Edgar (Twitter Link) @tartintart @vadapega @lunasmoonpalace @wafaaaahhh (For both characters in the row and the very last image) Crazilily (Sheezy Art Link) @cherubim-grimm Gaem0n (Twitter Link) Char (Twitter Link) McKraken (Twitter Link) @sadlyjustal @night-maerish KaporiKnight (Twitter Link) MrKermodeBear (Twitter Link) Tyford (Twitter Link) Binch97 (Twitter Link) @pinguinus Foblicous (Twitter Link) @pearlineproductions @cinna64 @yolkerson

[sanzaibian]

Well, I'm a skinny guy in my thirties, with thinning hair that's starting to turn gray. I've dedicated a good part of my life to work, to the point that sometimes I think I've forgotten how to live. My hair, in a way, represents exactly that too; it's nothing special, it's average and boring. Sometimes I think about getting a crazy haircut and showing a bit of rebellion, but I Know that’s not gonna happen. I think I'll always be the proper average guy with no great adventures of youth to remember...

PS. Congratulations on reaching the milestone! Well deserved, you're an amazing writer!

“Welcome to the normal barbershop ! Thanks for having chosen our service !” You are duly welcomed as soon as you enter the shop. “Today, Qianglong, Tyler’s assistant, is going to cut your hair !”

A giant man, easily surpassing 1m80 in height, buff to an almost comical degree, with jet black hair cut in a short but tidy spiky undercut appears. His guns are in full display, as he wears a gray and cyan tank top whose sleeves descend so far down that you could reasonably fear it will tear open. He approaches, towering over you, and looks at you in the eyes. He almost seems to be judging your character through his deep brown eyes… before looking up, likely at your messy thinning mop.

You two stand in silence a while longer, making you shudder in the anticipation. Is he judging your hair ? Thinking it cannot be saved ? Or that you’ve done a poor job caring for it ? Although you would tend to agree with these observations, you cannot help but feel down at the thought of him thinking that, lowering your eyes down in shame. And although your eyes meet the absurdly big monster hiding below the black shorts, the sole effect of that sight is but a raise in your own much shyer creature.

Suddenly, Qianglong moves towards the cutting area.

“跟我来吧。” He orders in a very deep voice, which you interpret as ‘follow me’.

You do just that, and sit on the comfortable chair he points to you. For a temporary shop, it is actually very well-decorated, and the luxury of comfort is absolutely not forgotten. You look forwards and are met with your reflection. You do hope that this… hunk of a man will be able to manage something with your mess of hair, although you don’t bear much hope for something beyond the smallest of changes.

Right back to the usual.

Well, that would basically be what you would have asked… if you didn’t see that Qianglong guy drawing out clippers, without even any guard on it. What is he doing, is he going to cut your hair without even asking what kind of cut you want ? And… what’s with these size 1 clippers ! You wanted a change, but you’re not sure you can commit to such a drastic one as this !

“Excuse me…” You start, quite apprehensive in front of such an intimidating man. “Are you not going to… ask me what I want ?”

The hunk looks at you, and without even changing his facial expression a muscle, answers :

“You already said.” He states with a very strong Chinese accent.

Oh yeah, that’s right, you did say what you wanted when you booked that haircut… but now that you think back on what you wrote, you’re starting to have second thoughts… What will everybody say once they see… whatever has happened to your hair ? How will they judge you for doing something crazy like that ?

But before you can even start amending your order, you feel the cold metal of the hair clippers.

And the buzzing sound.

It has started. There’s not going back, now.

The barber starts delicately by shaving off your hair on your right side, starting from your ear to the back. He moves his hand up, down, up, down, drawing rows of baldness right at the base of the top of your hair to the bottom of your head. Your hair falls down in droves, the part still untouched by male-pattern baldness, leaving raw skin in its wake. It almost makes you feel a bit depressed, as something so important is being so indiscriminately removed from you.

But when the clippers are about to reach the very back of your head, he suddenly stops. He walks to the other side of your head, and resumes the shaving of your hair, this time at your left side. What is he doing ? You though that he would make you bald, or something ! But now he is leaving in the back of the hair ! Is he… wait… He is…

Qianglong turns the clippers off, leaving you with a somewhat wide row of more or less thin hair from the crown down to your neck. That shape is so distinctive, having always appeared in cartoons as one of the villain’s hairstyles, yet something you would have never even dared thinking of getting for yourself.

A mohawk.

Before you could start even processing that realization, the barber comes back with a bottle full of a white lotion. It seemed a bit weird, a bit… jittery when you looked at it. It almost seemed like it was boiling or something… And all of a sudden, it was spread across your hair. The bottle was now empty, but the barber had both of his hands in your short hair, spreading further the white… goo ? that he put inside.

As he does that, you notice that he is pulling out your hair, and that… it was growing longer at the same time ? What the fuck, how is he even doing that ! But not only pulling the hair, some spots that you know for a fact were bald before the clippers’ passage were suddenly sprouting new life. Which he immediately started pulling on.

However, suddenly, you felt a hot drop fall on the bald side of your head. Looking at it, you noticed that the white goo is not only growing your hair… it’s also draining it completely of color ! Out of the tip of your whitening hair are accumulating drops of pure melanin, that condense and fall on your skin, feeling warm. The drops don’t only fall on your head, they also fall on your arms, on your torso, and on your back, staining your shirt.

“对不起，we have washed clothes.” The hunk grumbles, as he continues pulling, pulling and pulling, without end.

A bit annoyed that your shirt is stained like that, you start undressing, failing to realize how your skin is absorbing the drops of melanin from your whiter and whiter hair. Those drops start coursing through your skin, creating intricate shapes that only a professional could ever design. Some color even manages to sneak its way inside, as some red also appears inside the work of art that your body becomes.

Suddenly, the barber leaves, leaving your much, much longer white hair drooping inside the white goo. Not sure of what to do, you start looking around, but everything seems a bit distant… You have a hard time making out the details, far away, as it all feels jittery and a bit dark. Are you having eye problems ? You aren’t old, so it shouldn’t happen ! Yet here you are, looking out into the darkening room in which fog seemingly starts to fall.

Although when you look at the desk right on front of you, you can see everything clearly, when you try and concentrate on something further away, you ave a hard time making out what it is… with all the fog… It almost seems like a concert… yes… the adrenaline of the concert, the room all dark except for the members of the band playing and singing… what ? Rock, punk, ska, you can’t tell… but it’s good shit. And you love being in this kind of ambiance, smelling the warmth of all the compressed human beings jumping and dancing in rhythm, hoping to have their idol lay eyes on them.

“Please raise head.”

The deep voice of Qianglong suddenly snaps you back in reality. The fog has disappeared, the light has returned, and you can once again make out all the details of the reality. What happened ? What was that… daydream ? You can’t really tell, but it felt so familiar, and sooooo stimulating.

Something you want to do as often as possible.

But now that you’re back in reality-land, you notice that, yes, you have the back of your head pressed against the headrest. Well, it’s its job, but when you have a mohawk, that’s not something you’d want to do too often. So you push your head to the front, letting the barber spread a cyan-blue-colored lotion, though feeling the texture it feels very much like hair gel.

That product has already been spread at the top of your head, giving a blueish tint to the white hair. Although, seeing how it has spread, it almost looks like it has been absorbed by your hair… how strange. No matter, the barber brandishes a comb, and starts pushing your hair up, up, up and up, spreading at the same time the colored lotion. Looking at his technique, he is going quite slowly and delicately, pushing your hair to higher heights than you ever thought possible.

You cannot contain your smile, as you see the mohawk taking really shape, as a long ridge traversing your whole head, connecting with your neck at the end. Although you would never have requested that to a barber, you cannot help but be proud of that new hairstyle you now wear. You look fierce, you look hot, and even though the signs of age haven’t disappeared from your face, you still feel younger than you ever have.

And youth are known for their spirit of rebellion.

You thank Qianglong for the amazing cut, but before you leave, he points to you the fact that you forgot to dress back up. Looking at the stained to no end shirt you came with, you decide to take up on his offer of “washed clothes” (what a weird way to say clean clothes). And when he comes back with a truly big tank top plastered with a design that is reminiscent of hard rock themes, you gladly accept.

And no sooner have you put it on that you feel yourself feeling it just right, your lean muscles clinging on the cloth. By now, the only thing that is lacking would be a bass or an electric guitar, and you would be a whole new persona, so far from your workaholic self ! don’t you think so ?

… well, I must admit that I didn’t think you would have this realization this fast...

[frayedcircus]

i finally finished that drawing challenge :D

in order from left to right(top row then bottom row), these ocs belong to @0m3n-0f-d3ath, @artsandstoriesandstuff, @hiimerick, @yellowfrog456, @puffpastrycrimewatch, and @clownpalette

this was so fun to do thank you all so much!!

(individual versions of each character under the cut)

they look like trading cards lol

[it-crowd-unexpected-reboot]

Update #2: A New Outlining Method, Dropdown Plotter

I've been having a hard time conceptualizing how to plan out a novel lately. It used to come so easy to me. Now that I'm a real adult, it feels like there isn't enough space in my brain anymore for me to have my story all in my head without writing my ideas down somewhere.

So, good outlining methods, which can be hard to come by, are crucial for my writing process.

But, a lot of traditional methods don't work for me.

In my opinion, it's extremely important to have an outlining method that doesn't overwhelm you, and which feels creatively freeing. And when do I need to be more creatively free, than when writing an IT Crowd fanfiction?

So I've come up with a new outlining method that I'd love to share with you all! I call it Dropdown Plotter.

Dropdown Plotter uses the dropdown menu feature, which can be found in both Google Sheets and Microsoft Excel, to help you better visualize (and, most importantly, easily reorganize) the major aspects of each chapter of your story.

Basically, it's a spreadsheet that includes, at minimum, 8 columns.

Chapter Title

Plotlines

Included Character(s)

Perspective Character(s)

Location(s)

Chapter Story Description

Writing Stage

Due Date

Why keep track of these things? Balance. Basically, making sure your characters, plotlines, POVs, and important locations all get adequate page time.

It's a lot easier to conceptualize these things when you have it on a color-coded spreadsheet, zoomed out really far, and can see in a big picture way. For example, you might see that the red color indicating "Legolas" is in a scene, drops off after Chapter 17. You might see that the green-coded plot about his missing shoe is only important for 5 chapters in the middle of the story, or that we're spending almost the entire story in the bathroom and never in the evil lair.

So, how do you use the Dropdown Plotter?

First, you go into the dropdown menu, and you can see all the plots you've selected. There's a handy "search feature" for those writing the next Game of Thrones. You want to click the little pencil icon in the bottom right, which is the "edit" button.

On the right-hand side of your screen, a column will pop up called "Data Validation Rules." From here, you can edit the names and colors of each item in the dropdown menu, and add or delete things as you'd like.

Make sure to click "allow multiple selections" on the bottom of the data validation rules pop-up. This will allow you to select multiple characters, multiple locations, and multiple plots when you're in the dropdown menus.

Don't forget to click "Done" at the bottom!

On top of the dropdown menus, the nice thing about working in a spreadsheet is that you can always drag and drop the rows and columns. This makes it extremely easy to change the order of scenes around, in a way that feels very impermanent and easy.

Here is what my Dropdown Plotter looked like for the first three chapters of The Grant: An IT Crowd Fanfiction.

Looks pretty, right? And pretty outlines build confidence! Not only that, but what I like most about this outlining method is that it encourages me to be less precious with my ideas.

It's way less intimidating to overhaul major aspects of your story, such as the dominant POV, the main plot, etc., when all you have to do is click a little button in the dropdown menu to change everything. When I'm editing a little blurb in a spreadsheet versus an entire step outline, it reminds me that no writing problem is insurmountable, and nothing is ever really set in stone.

Again, it builds confidence.

Unfortunately, I've only built a Dropdown Plotter in Google Sheets, but I've provided a blank version to share with you all. The nice thing about spreadsheets is that you can add and delete things as you see fit. For example, some people might want to add...

More columns indicating multiple scenes within the same chapter!

A "Story Beat" column, to mark the specific plot beats each chapter follows (as in the Hero's Journey or the Blake Snyder Beat Sheet).

An "Important Info" column, to mark any worldbuilding or character details discussed or introduced in a certain chapter.

Literally anything your little heart desires!

Happy outlining and I hope you enjoy the Dropdown Plotter!

[wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee28374728]

Ok, so i haven't seen a comparison for the new vs old poster design, and it is different, so I'm going to go over everything I notice that looks different and say which version I like better

I've broken it down into 3 parts, the skull on top, the bottom image with the lodge, and a specific part for the lineup of characters at the bottom

The skull doesn't look much different, but there are a few things that are definitely changed. Another thing that's different is that the old one has a transparent gradient that makes it so you can see the snow that's pouring down onto the lodge in the bottom half of the skull, almost making the skull look like its made of ice, while you can't see that in the new one. The new skull is slightly thinner and taller. And the new skull has more a pronounced red glow. I prefer the transparent bottom, but I like the shape of the new one, and the red glow being stronger

The bottom scene is a little more different, with the lodge being visually facing a whole other direction. The windows are lit in the new one, and there's now snow and ice around the base of the hourglass. The lodge itself looks more impressive and imposing. I overall prefer the new bottom half

The row of characters at the bottom is super interesting, because it implies a lot. Now right off the bat you can see them better in the new one. As best I can tell, the original goes, from left to right, Chris, Sam, Ashley, Mike, Matt, Emily, Josh, Jess. Sue me if I'm wrong. The new one, much easier to see, goes Matt, Ashley, Chris, Mike, Sam, Josh, Jess, Emily. I this the new order makes more sense, with Mike and Sam, the main character archetypes, in the middle, Josh and Chris, both huge players in the story, next to them, then the characters who have less decisions and large impact, Matt, Ashley, Jess and Emily, on the outside. Prefer the new lineup

Edit: huh, they made Jess's parka thing pink???

[starlitplayground]

Crossed Wires and Corroded Steel (Sun/Moon x reader) - Part Two; 'Didn't See That Coming.'

(afab, gender neutral pronouns)

warnings/content; violence, depictions of gore, major character death, possible NSFW/suggestive themes. this chapter contains violence and depictions of gore.

word count; 9,695

⋆⁺₊⋆ 𖤓☽ ⋆⁺₊⋆

   

The elevator door shuttered open and you sighed, deadpanning as you watched the bottom of the doors. There were small screws drilled into panels on both sides that had vibrated enough to lift the screws out of place, which was the main cause of the problem. The next was simply that the track was eroded and needed to be replaced, but some lubricant would do the trick until you could either find a replacement or order one. You walked in and sat the tool bag down on the door track, preventing it from shutting as you pulled out aerosol lubricant and a drill. 

You found the bit set and grabbed the correct drill bit from it, placing it onto the drill before tightening the screw on the left side of the door, then the right. When you were done, you put the bit, drill, and bit set back into the bag before spraying a light, even coating of the lubricant onto the track. You picked up the bag, placing the can inside as the elevator doors began to shut. 

The quiet clicking was gone now, though the doors jittered as they opened and you stuck your arm out, letting them close most of the way before opening. They opened fully again, and you brought your arm down. The doors opened smoother this time, and you did the same thing a few more times. When the doors were moving smoothly, you considered the job done- for now-, and let them close. You pressed the 'Ground Floor' button, the elevator jolting slightly upwards after a moment. The walk back through the utility hall was short, though there were two STAFF bots moving around and cleaning the space. 

You stepped through the door and back into the lobby entrance, the 80's theme surprising you again, but you pushed it away as you walked over to the row of security barriers. As you approached one, there was a metallic click and the purple metal gate swung open and away from you. You let out a hum, walking through the gate. You looked around, your mouth ajar as you looked at the large, golden statue of Freddy. There was a large gift shop and a café in the lobby, along with a large row of stairs and escalators. You walked over to them, mindlessly choosing an escalator. 

You stepped up onto it, your eyes travelling around the room as you took in the atmosphere. You didn't know if you'd be able to get used to it.

At the top, the entrance to the café was on the right side, an elevator was directly head of you, and large red double doors were to the left, 'Superstar Daycare Pick-up' written above the threshold. The words were outlined in white with a rainbow drawn over the top of the decal.

 Looking in there couldn't hurt; maybe there were attractions that would potentially need fixed, or maybe you just wanted to catch a look at the celestial attendant again. Regardless, you walked over to the doors and pushed them open, walking through the hallway into an open, darker lobby area. There was a layered water fountain, and the atmosphere was much more neon-tropical than the rest of what you'd seen so far.

There was another large door, a sliding door that was most likely to stay open during the day. You frowned, walking over to it. You wouldn't have been surprised if it was locked, but it automatically lifted when you got near and you quietly clicked your tongue, walking in.

 The room as set up with a few tables and chairs, but the center-piece was a large, golden statue of Sun and Moon, separated. Sun was waving in a friendly manner, and Moon was crouched down behind him, their backs together. Your gaze lingered for a second as you approached the entrance of a large slide in a fence overlooking the daycare, a sign reading 'Slide Into Fun!' over the top of the bright blue plastic.

You peered over the netted banister, scanning the large daycare with your eyes. Sun was organizing a few cubbies on the far wall, his rays ticking once as he moved something from one space to another. The daycare was incredibly cleaned, not a thing out of place- even the ball-pit seemed to have been some-what 'groomed'. You looked up, a small balcony coming directly out of the wall about twenty feet ahead of you. You wondered what was up there, you eyes going back to Sun. He had finished organizing the cubbies in the small time that you'd looked around, and he was looking at you through the netting. His rays ticked once to the left, and he enthusiastically waved. 

You smiled, waving back as he practically bounced over to fuss over an already neat stack of papers on a kiddie desk. It was almost cute, the way he moved around and placed things where he thought was best. 

You watched him for a moment, then decided to move on with your exploration of the 'Plex. You turned and walked back the way you came, your eyes landing on the statue of the animatronics again. Once back out in the lobby, you walked over to one of the elevators to the right of you and pressed the button, calling it.

The doors shifted open and you stepped in, looking at the buttons. You click the one labeled, 'Atrium' and the doors shut smoothly.

You stepped through the elevator doors and onto the middle balcony of the Atrium, your eyes widening at the view. Just past a large directory was a staircase and escalator to the Atrium floor, which had a large dining area, dance floor, and the Glamrock stage. The bright purple, pink, and blue LEDs paired with the purple Freddy Fazbear synthwave carpet was almost stunning; but the golden accents thrown around sparkled, the light warping as you walked past, and a near-bewildered expression found it's way onto your face. It felt like you were in the wrong year.

As you descended the escalator, you saw attraction entrances on the left and right side of the room; Fazer Blast and Roxy's Raceway on the left, and then Kid's Cove and Monty Golf on the right. On the second balcony to the right, a large pastel LED sign read, 'MAZErcise - Chica's Delicious Path to Fitness!' and you laughed a bit. That's cute. 

On the top balcony to the left, 'Bonnie Bowl' was in vintage 80's lettering, but the attraction door was closed off. There was a large, out of place square on the wall next to the door; a spot for a poster that had been taken down and never replaced. Your eyes widened again- you'd read about Bonnie before you accepted the job. He was a very highly favorited Glamrock, second only to Freddy, but the animatronic disappeared one day and supposedly he was never found. You didn't think they'd keep his attraction so out in the open and obvious. Maybe for nostalgia purposes. Or a memorial.

You looked away from the discontinued attraction and looked around the Atrium some more. There were way too many places in the Pizzaplex to get through tonight- that much you knew. Still, you decided it'd be a good idea to at the very least take a peek inside of the attractions, just for a general idea of where you'd be when something inevitably broke down in them. 

You decided to start with Kid's Cove and make your way from right to left, so you walked from bottom of the staircase past the large 'Kid's Cove' sign, which sat in front of a lighthouse statue on a raised platform. Through the doorway, there was a relatively small area with sand, fake water and palm trees, and a few cutouts of aquatic-themed Glamrocks. There was a sign that read, 'Chica of the Sea' and you snorted at the brand reference. 

There were screens on the wall ahead of you that had animations of Sun and Moon, each holding a piece of candy with their respective colors. 'Moondrop' and 'Sundrop' were in pretty white lettering above them. You looked to your left to see a hallway connecting Kid's Cove to Monty Golf, a sign that read 'Kiddie Rides' above the doorway, and walked down it. You entered a bigger room with lots of fake, swampy foliage and two small golf-themed rides. The carpet was dark green now, with icons of Monty's head in neon green outlines. 

On the wall to your right was another elevator with 'Monty Golf' above it and you walked over, pressing the button. It didn't open immediately and it took about thirty seconds for the elevator to stop at your level. The door opened and you walked in, pressing the button with a small Monty icon. The inside of the elevator was decorated in fake foliage as well, though the green clashed with the shade of blue inside of the elevator. Maybe you'd be allowed to paint it a different color. The elevator came to a stop and you stepped forward, but the wall behind you shifted open- a different door opening. You turned around and let out a confused hum as you walked through.

The air was warm and humid, with Louisiana bayou-themed music played in the background; though it was muffled beneath the sounds of rushing water and the occasional alligator hiss. You walked forwards, leaning over the banister to look down into the attraction. It was huge, with large fake trees and plants, tall grass and dark putting green twisted around the entire floor. Above small ponds and around some plants were small, glowing orange dots; fake fireflies. 

It was pretty, and you scanned the room a few more times with your eyes, then froze as your eyes landed on Monty through gaps between a few trees. He was talking to someone, but you couldn't see who. You walked to the side a bit, trying to angle yourself to see who was in front of him. Your brows furrowed; it was a blonde woman with a white button up, black pants, a tactical belt, and a black hat. 

Vanessa. 

You were be on your way when you saw her reach up, grabbing Monty's hand. His other clawed hand reached to caress her face and you decided then that yeah, leaving would be a good idea. You whipped around and high-tailed it back to the elevator as Monty turned, and your blood ran cold. You smacked the button and the doors closed- just a second after the two of you made eye contact.

The elevator ride was a blur of confused adrenaline and thoughts, what the hell was that? Are they dating? Why-

You squinted as you mentally cut yourself off, not my business.

You shook the image out of your mind, speed-walking from the now open elevator to the next attraction, Roxy's Raceway. Once you made it to the door, you walked through and exhaled heavily. It was another massive part of the 'plex, and you were beginning to become concerned with your possible work load- being the only technician. You glanced around at the winding tracks and the desert canyon-like atmosphere. Maybe you'd come out here and try a race or two sometime; it seemed pretty cool. There wasn't much else to see, so you turned and left the raceway.

The last on your list was Fazer Blast, which you assumed was Fazbear branded laser tag. You approached the elevator, where a STAFF bot stood blocking the doors. It froze for a second, processing something, and then moved aside for you. You nodded a 'thanks' and pressed the button, then stepped onto the elevator. 

As they opened at the destination, you stepped out into a space themed room with a service desk, a few chairs, and a bathroom hall. The space décor was rather nice, regardless of how childish it may have seem seemed, and you enjoyed the atmosphere of the room. There was another door labeled 'Arena Entry', but you didn't exactly feel like starting a solo game of Fazer Blast, so you gave the room one more look over before leaving. 

As you entered the elevator, you checked the time. 

2:39am.

You still had a little over two hours before your shift was over, but you weren't too sure what to do next. You could walk around the Pizzaplex some more, but that idea wasn't necessarily enticing; your feet would definitely appreciate you doing something else. You decided that something to eat wouldn't be awful- you hadn't had the chance to eat since around noon the previous day, so you walked from the Fazer Blast entrance to one of the few food places beneath the first balcony. 

You didn't really expect any of them to be open- and they weren't-, but there were a few nearby vending machines, so you decided to grab something from one of them. You took a moment to figure out what you wanted, then reached into your pocket and pulled out a $5 bill. You fed it through the slot, then pressed the buttons for the items that you wanted. You watched as the small pack of donuts fell into the bottom of the machine, but the more expensive bag of trail mix got stuck.

You huffed, setting down the tool bag. You gave the machine's side a small smack, but nothing happened. "Damn it." You mumbled, reaching down to pick up the donuts. As you stood back up, heavy footsteps approached you from behind, and you turned to find Chica walking towards you. "Hiya, chickpea! Did it get ya?" She asked, gesturing to the machine. You waved at her, then looked at the machine. 

"Huh? Oh- yeah, it did." You answered,, and she nodded. "Oh, this one gets people all the time. You just gotta-" She started, then reached past you to give a heavy smack to the top of the vending machine. The metal struggled not to fold in on itself as the trail mix fell, along with about three other things that you most definitely did not pay for.

"-do a lil' smackey smack." She said, flashing you a grin. You stared at her for just a second before letting out a laugh, shaking your head. "Well, thank you. I'll make sure to use the other ones next time." You said, and she nodded. "Just avoid the one near Parts and Services. I can't remember the last time that one got stocked, so everything in it is probably like two months old." She replied, and you grimaced. "Noted, thank you." You said, and she nodded.

"So, how's the 'plex treatin' ya?" She asked, and you shrugged. "It's really nice so far; I like being able to help- though I wasn't expecting you guys to be so advanced. Sorry if that's like, weird to say." You said, and she shook her head. "Not at all; Mr. Afton told us a long time ago that we were different than most animatronics, and we've had plenty of terrified kids and parents to let us know that we aren't common."  

Her self-awareness was a bit unexpected, but it made for an in-depth response. You hummed as you reached down and grabbed the trail mix, leaving the things you didn't pay for. As you stepped away, Chica leaned over to grab them from the vending machine, turning around almost sheepishly. "Mind if I keep these ones? I get snacky." She asked, and you shook your head with a smile. "Not at all."

Your FazWatch vibrated against your wrist in two short bursts. You raised an eyebrow and looked down at the face, a pop-up over the entire screen. 

Service Required!

Details: Malfunctioning STAFF Bot

Serial Number: 8700104 

Location: Parts and Services

Urgency: Severe

You let out a confused hum then looked up at Chica, who had opened one of the snack from the vending machine and was happily munching on it. "I gotta go back to Parts and Services, thanks for helping me out." You thanked her, reaching over to pick up the tool bag as she nodded. "Anytime, love! See you around!" She replied as you turned away from her, then stopped. You turned around to face her again, her attention still on you. "One more thing, uh, do you know a quicker way to Parts and Services from here?" You asked, and she nodded. 

"Oh yeah, the stage lift! Whole thing goes, but you can manually reset it down there. It's basically a straight-shot!" She explained, and you nodded. "Thanks again, see you!" You replied and she waved, humming as you turned and continued. You passed Fazer-Blast and Roxy's Raceway again as you made your way over, instinctively walking to the small console on the wall. 'Stage Lift' was written on a button and you looked back at the stage, then the console before pressing it. 

On a small screen you hadn't noticed, the number three appeared, then ticked down to two, and you took that as your cue to get on the stage, so you quickly ran up the small stage steps. The ground slowly descended, your legs momentarily going weak as you realized exactly what the stage lift was. It wasn't an elevator, and you'd unintentionally completely ignored Chica's warning. 

Oh, well. 

You steadied yourself as the left slowed to a stop, a pathway clicking into place on the edge of the stage. You walked over to the walkway, refusing to look to the sides. It was clearly a far drop. 

You walked through metal double doors- right back into the underground corridors. You were thankful that you had taken a few moments to familiarize yourself with them as you walked forwards and to the left, directly to Parts and Services. You exhaled at the familiar sight walking over and typing the code into the console before walking through the glass doors.

You almost dropped the tool bag. 

Two STAFF bots held another, which was mangled and crumpled. Pieces and panels were missing, along with one of it's eyes. Next to them stood Vanessa, who seemed rather surprised to see you. You tossed the tool bag on the workbench, rushing over to the bots. "Wh-" You started, but you were cut off. "Not the best introduction- I know- but hey, I'm Vanessa. I was doing a perimeter check and I just saw this dude fall from the catwalks above Monty Golf. You must be the new tech." She said before you could continue.

The mental picture of her and Monty flashed in your mind, but you shoved it down with a curt nod. "(Y/N), nice to meet you." You looked down at the bots, then walked over to the cylinder. You opened the airlock door and the two bots rolled their counterpart in, lifting it onto the chair. There was no response or movement from it, and you walked in the chamber to assess the damage. Vanessa followed.

The panels from it's left arm was gone, the eye was entirely missing, and it's chest cavity was bent and crushed. "I don't- hold on." You mumbled, though you were some-what talking to yourself as you stepped out of the cylinder and sat at the desk. The two functional bots and Vanessa exited as well, and you manually shut the door behind them. You connected the wiring cable, then opened the coding file. 

name: S.T.A.F.F. [0104]

status: [offline]

functionality: [0%]-WARNING>?[SEVERE ERROR]

program: [STAFF HVEMND]>?[FZBRENT]>?[ARLLC]>?

task: [WARNING]>location?>[WARNING]>[12a-5a]>performance?>[WARNING]

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behavior: [move.forward]>?[SEVERE ERROR]>[move.left]>?[SEVERE ERROR]>[move.right]>?[SEVERE ERROR]>[move.backward]>?[SEVERE ERROR]>functionality?>[0%]>performance?>[SEVERE ERROR]

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Your eyes went wide. "How big was that fall?" You asked, and Vanessa raised an eyebrow. "Dunno, maybe fifty, sixty feet. I had just gotten to Monty Golf for my perimeter check when I saw it from across place." She replied, and you let out a hum. That was a lie, but you'd come back to it later. "Well.. what should I do with it? It's decommissioned and Afton didn't mention decommissioning at all." You said, and she cringed. "Just call him William, and you can either have one of the other S.T.A.F.F take it to the scrap pile or just let me take care of it." She said, and you let out a quiet hum. 

"Scrap pile?" You asked, and she face-palmed. "Did Dad even tell you anything? It's a giant mess of decommissioned bots and messed up parts beneath Parts and Services." She explained, tapping the ground with her foot to emphasize it being underneath the two of you. "It gets scrapped when it's full. Dad likes to wait until it's full so he can get the money all at once, not that he shares it." She said, and you furrowed your eyebrows. 

Okay, then.

"I'll just handle it, thank you though. Might as well check out the pile myself." You said, and she shrugged. "Lucky; I'd kill to see that mess. In that case though, I'm gonna get back to my job. See ya." She excused herself and turned, flipping a metal flashlight in her hand as she left Parts and Services. The entire interaction was odd to say the least, but you were too focused on the decrepit bot to give it much thought.

You disconnected the wire from the bot's neck and opened the airlock door, standing up from the desk chair. "I know the circumstances aren't great, but would one of you mind showing me the scrap pile she was talking about?" You asked the two STAFF bots who still stood nearby, and they nodded. You walked into the cylinder and picked the motionless bot up, following the STAFF bots out of Parts and Services.

They led you around the corner to a large metal door and one of them pressed a button, elevator doors opening as you followed them in. The elevator was rather large, so the three of you fit comfortably even with the decommissioned STAFF bot in your arms. You watched as one of the STAFF bots pressed another button, starting the elevator. The ride was unexpectedly long, and it felt like it lasted about a full minute. When the doors opened, you stepped out and your knees locked up. 

The space was huge and rotting; a dark open cave with thick, heavy, damp air that felt like a film over your skin and caused a shiver to run down your spine. The taste of rust in the air around you tinged the back of your throat and you stifled a cough, bringing your arm over your mouth as you furrowed your brows. Ahead of you was a gigantic pile of rusted, crushed, and shredded metal with faces and limbs mangled together within the amalgamation. "Jesus Christ, it's a fucking graveyard." You muttered and began walking around, looking for a relatively clean place to leave the STAFF bot. You weren't sure what you were expecting, but it felt hellish down there, and you wanted to leave. You felt like you were being watched. 

You found a 'nice' spot and walked over, gently laying the small bot down. You shuddered and exhaled, looking around at the scrap pile again, then back to the elevator. The STAFF bots hadn't crossed the threshold, and you couldn't help but think that it was a conscious decision. You walked back into the elevator and pressed the only other button, which was a gear, and the elevator started it's ascent. 

The STAFF bots stood shoulder to shoulder, despite the extra space around them. 

Five AM came quickly after that.

 The bots had left without a word, though they seemed thankful that they didn't have to take their counterpart down to the pile themselves. You couldn't get two things out of your mind. Vanessa's weird behavior, and the fact that the scrap pile was most definitely not for actual scrap. It was just a graveyard. No scrap company would take anything that rusted, and everything was clearly just tossed on top of everything else. 

You knew for sure that you didn't trust Vanessa. She lied about being in Monty Golf, which made the interaction with Monty you'd seen even stranger, but that still didn't really explain how the STAFF bot got so mangled from a fall, even that high. Something else had happened to it, but it felt almost childish to assume that Vanessa had done something to it. Did Monty do it? The jagged marks on the bots' body were deep enough to reach the inside of the chassis, and Monty would easily be able to do that much damage. 

But why?

You shook the thoughts from your head as you looked down at your FazWatch. You pressed the small clock-out button and the watch beeped once, a 'See you tomorrow!' message popping up. You checked your pocket for your phone and keys, then walked through the front doors of the Pizzaplex and into the parking lot. The sun was barely touching the horizon, casting light orange beams that blended into dark blue above you as you made your way to your car. You unlocked it and opened the door, sitting down in the drivers seat as you exhaled heavily. 

Despite the potential drama, you made it through the first day- and you enjoyed it.

-

"Chica, this is the third time this week. Are you sure there isn't anything I can do to help you quit?" You asked, digging a gloved hand around inside of Chica's beak. "I'm sorry! I really don't think so, I just cannot help how much I love this stuff." She spoke clearly from her voice box, despite her metal beak being pried apart with a small hydraulic spreader. You pulled out another sliver of shredded pizza from her gears, tossing it into the trash. 

You sighed, "Well, can you at least try to cut it up into smaller pieces? I know you get into your frenzies, but this is soooo tedious." You mumbled, and she groaned. "I know, I know. I really am sorry, (y/n)." She whined, and you shook your head. "It's fine, at least I'm getting paid." You replied lightly as you finished, pulling your hand from the back of her beak. You closed the hydraulic spreader and removed it, placing it onto its hook on the wall. "Start yappin'." You instructed, and she snorted. "Hi there, welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex! I'm Chica, and I just know we're gonna be the best of friends!" She spoke with sickly sugar-coated enthusiasm, her beak moving smoothly as she waved her hands dramatically. 

When she finished, you met her grinning face with a deadpan. She looked like a comedically large children's toy.

One, two, three seconds went by, and you both burst into laughter as she got off of the repair seat. "Okay, you're good to go. Please, for the love of all that is holy, stop eating more pizza than you can handle." You begged, and she giggled. "I make no promises, but I shall try." You shrugged and looked down at your FazWatch. "Good enough. I don't have any more tasks right now, you got anything else goin' on?" You asked, opening the airlock door. She shook her head as you walked over to the workbench, beginning to organize it's contents. "Nope, I'm good as new again, thanks to you. Wanna chat for a bit?" She asked, and you nodded. "Yeah, why not?" You answered.

"So, how've the past few weeks been for ya?" She asked, walking over to you. The question had layers, for sure. You liked your job, that you knew, but there was definitely a systematic issue. You'd been tasked with a few different things now, only to arrive and find nothing damaged or out of place. Once or twice was fine, but it became frustrating after the fifth time. It was pretty easy to forget about when the next actual task came though, and you were almost always busy.

You didn't see Vanessa much- at all. You'd only came face to face with her twice since you'd started, though you saw her from a distance a few times. You knew she was there often, despite her tendency to call out of work. You didn't have much of an opinion of her, but there wasn't much trust.

 You were getting to know the animatronics pretty well, too. Chica and yourself could pretty much be considered good friends at that point, same with Freddy. Roxy was coming around, though Monty seemed a bit stand-offish. You didn't forget the intimate moment you saw between him and Vanessa, but it became easier to understand the more time that you spent around the animatronics. They were incredibly human like, personality wise, so much so that you didn't even feel quite right calling them robots, let alone machines. It felt almost offensive. Was it abnormal to consider animatronics as people? 

Of course, but you didn't really care. You were around them enough to look past it.

You still didn't know how you felt about the Daycare Attendant. You hadn't seen Moon since your first shift, though Sun seemed like he was coming around to being worked on. Every interaction with him was something else; short lived, but exciting and filled with humor, though he spoke in plurals when referring to himself, so a part of you felt like you were speaking to Moon too, even if he wasn't there. You adored Sun's joyous personality and you could see why he was a childcare animatronic, but your curiosity about Moon wasn't ignorable. You were rather disappointed by how little maintenance they needed, Moon especially. 

One thing you were thankful for were the manuals that Afton had forgotten to mention. Each animatronic had their own manual, so you'd taken it upon yourself to take them home and read them on your nights off, learning their innerworkings even when you weren't physically repairing them. The pictures included in the manuals made it possible for you to see their visual differences when their casings and faceplates were removed, which left little room for unintentionally embarrassing any of the animatronics. Your confidence was getting higher, and you pretty much entirely trusted yourself to efficiently work on them now.

You smiled, facing Chica. "Pretty good! I like it here, lots of stuff to work on and the company is really good." You answered truthfully. "Aaw, you're so sweet. We like you too, sweetpea! It's been a dream having you around; you're so good to us! I am getting a little 'sleepy' though; I'm gonna head back to my room to charge up before tomorrow. I hope you have a good night!" She said, and you gave her a heartfelt smile. "Will do, thank you. I'll see you tomorrow." You replied as she walked to her green room door, and she turned to give you a wave before walking under the door. 

If only humans were as sweet as Chica.

You checked your FazWatch, but you didn't have any tasks. You puffed up your cheeks and sighed, looking around the room. It was spotless, with everything in it's place. You had gone out and bought the replacements for the missing tools on your second week, which made everything much easier- but, you had nothing to do, so you decided to take a walk around to look for unreported issues. The elevator door was a distant memory at this point.

You double checked the contents of the dark brown tool belt that you'd bought yourself before leaving Parts and Services, taking some time to look around the level you were on. You looked along the halls and checked doors as you walked, but everything seemed to be in okay condition, which left you in the same predicament. You were about to head back to Parts and Services when you caught sight of a dark hallway that you hadn't noticed before. You reached down and grabbed the flashlight off of your belt and flicked it on, peering down the hall. About fifteen feet away on the right stood a door with the word 'Archive' above it, and your interest was instantly piqued.

 You pursed your lips and glanced around before walking down the hall. You walked up to the door, peering into the glass to find the tall boxes with multicolored wires protruding from them, winding and weaving around each other on the floor. There were a few filing cabinets as well, but it was too dark to see anything else. You reached for the door handle, some-what surprised to hear the familiar click as the door unlocked. You turned the handle and pushed the door open, walking in. 

Buzzing filled your ears as you stepped into the dark room, eyes scanning over the wire boxes and carpet of woven cables. You used your flashlight to look around the room, your eyes catching a dusty desk with a computer and monitor on it. You stepped over the woven carpet of wires and shone the flashlight on the front of the computer in search for the power button. You found it and gave it a firm press, then stepped back. 

There was a load whirr, and then it levelled out, powering up as you turned to the monitor. You reached over the found the power button on it, turning it on as well. The screen flashed to life and you waited for it to change from a barely lit, muted black to anything else and after a few seconds, the screen flashed to bright white. You shielded your eyes, turning away from the bright light.  Now better illuminated, you saw that there was a case of tapes on the desk next to the monitor covered in a thick, stale layer of dust, and you leaned over to blow the dust away.  

'Bonnie' was written in black letters over a sticker label on the side of the case and you raised your eyebrows, pulling the one from the top out. It was a VHS tape labelled with a '6' and you placed it back, grabbing the one from the bottom. It was marked with a '1' and you sat it down in front of you, searching around the desk for a VCR player.

There wasn't one anywhere that you could see and you huffed, standing up. You decided that you'd done enough sleuthing around, so you left the room, making sure to avoid the cords on the ground. You were pulling the door shut when you felt your watch vibrate to notify you that you'd gotten a task. 

Service Required!

Details: Damaged Rays

Animatronic: Daycare Attendant

Location: Parts and Services

You raised your eyebrows at the task and slipped your flashlight back into your tool belt, making your way back to Parts and Services. The walk was relatively short, which made it all the more surprising that you hadn't found the archive room until then. You didn't think you had any business being in there, but you also knew that 'sketchy' was an understatement in reference to the history of Fazbear Entertainment and Afton Robotics. You don't get this advanced ahead of everyone else without pulling some strings, and you knew that this kind of money was almost never obtained with a clear conscience. 

You were surprised to see Sun already in Parts and Services through the door's window, but you frowned and grimaced when you saw the way his rays were folded over and crumpled against his faceplate. You reached out for the doorknob, ignoring the click as you pushed the door open and walked in. "Woah, Sundrop- what happened?" You asked, quickly making your way over to him. He looked unexpectedly surprised to see you, his bright white eyes wide as he started to speak. "Oh, I was just-" His rays tried to tick to the left, but there was a grinding, scraping noise as they ground against their own gears and dug against his faceplate. 

His right hand flew up to the sides of his face and he let out a pained sound, almost a whine as he slightly hunched over. "Oh-! Okay- come on, Buddy." You stammered as you hurried past him, mindlessly reaching up to grab his free wrist as you gently pulled him towards the cylinder. He followed, though your hand was so small around his wrist that it only made it half-way around. His bells jingled quietly as he moved, which you noticed yourself finding a bit cute; but the circumstances-

Wait- what? 

Never mind, you'll come back to that later.

You shook your head and quickly pressed the button to open the doors, letting go of his wrist as he got himself situated in the chair. He wasn't hesitant to put his wrists and ankles into the cuffs this time, and you wondered if it was you or if he just wanted\ the pain in his faceplate and head to stop. You walked up to get a quick glance at the damage, and grimaced again. "Sunny, what happened?" You asked, and he let out a nervous laugh. "Well, Sunbeam, I-I jumped from our balcony and I, uh, miscalculated." He said sheepishly, though there was definitely pain underneath his voice. 

"What- never mind. I'll need to replace these three, please stay here for a minute." You said, and he nodded. You left the cylinder to grab three replacement rays from the spare parts room, which were easy to find on the Daycare Attendant's parts shelf. Once you grabbed them, you left the room and went to the work bench, grabbing the tool bag for the Attendant before walking back to the cylinder. You closed the door behind you as you grabbed the small stood that you'd bought from underneath the service chair, stepping up onto it.

There were small, aged nicks in his face plate where his rays were fitted, and your squinted. "Have you done this before?" You asked, and he nodded. "Unfortunately this is not the first time." He answered, and you made a mental note of that. He and Chica were repeat offenders, got it. You leaned over to look at the panel of buttons on the underside of the chair. You found the one with a small symbol on it, like you'd seen in the manual, and pressed it. There was a metallic sound from within the chair and a tiny metal 'hand' up to connect to the back of Sun's faceplate. His head fell slack, though his eyes were still bright. You then pressed another button, which disabled mobility for his rays.

"Good?" You asked, and Sun's voice resounded from his throat in a responding hum. 

You reached up, sliding your fingers around the edges of his faceplate before finding four buttons, each hidden under small sliding panels. You pressed them in the order that you'd read about in their manual, and Sun's faceplate lifted with a subtle click. You gently grabbed the left side of his faceplate, lifting it off of him. Their faces were halves, as you'd seen in the manual, though Moon looked more like he was asleep than you'd expected. Dark grey voids replaced his bright red LEDs, which almost made him look like his eyes were closed.

It was slightly unsettling, but you didn't show it as you placed their faceplate on the metal counter behind you. Not that they could see. "You okay, Sunny?" His eyes flicked to you, which caused your brows to furrow a bit. You could see bright white pupils within his nearly equally bright eyes. "Yep! I'm doing just fine!" He cheerfully answered, and you nodded. You carefully disconnected the wires to his damaged rays then grabbed your screwdriver, finding the screws for the first piece of crumpled metal. 

"It's been a while, how've you been?" You asked as you began to remove the screw holding the ray onto the rotating track that held all of his rays. Moon's hat was attached to the bottom, folding up into a small space so it didn't take up much room beneath his faceplate. You'd noticed the second time that you worked on Sun that talking to him helped distract him from what you were doing. "Oh! Same as usual. The little ones come and go, we clean up, Moony does his rounds, then we wait until tomorrow comes!" He answered, and you took the damaged ray from his head. You placed it on the cart next to you and began unscrewing the next ray. 

"That sounds fun, though maybe a bit repetitive." You replied, and he hummed quickly. "Only sometimes! Even then, the little rays make everything better! Some of the little rays have it worse than others, but we love to make them happy." He said, and you nodded as you removed the second ray. "Some of their parents are less than favorable, and the mornings that they get here in bad moods are just awful."

"Well, they've all got you. I know your energy rubs off on me, I can only imagine how it affects children." You replied, and he feigned a gasp. "I'm contagious? Oh no!" He exclaimed, and you laughed. "Oh, you know what I mean." You replied, and he giggled. "I sure do. The little ones are always running around and playing when I'm around, but they calm down so easy when Moony is out," He replied as you continued working.

"Ah, well. You can't blame 'em." You said, and he hummed. "No, I suppose not. But enough about me! How have youuu been, my Sunflower?" He asked, and you felt your cheeks warm up. 

Oh, dear.

"I've uh, I've been pretty good. Busy, but I like it that way." You answered, and he hummed again. You assumed it was a replacement for a nod, since his head had all mobility wiring disconnected. "We're glad to hear it! Not a whole lot of people like your job, so you've already been here for about as long as any of the other techs in the past. You've been here a three weeks and two days, right?" He asked casually as you pulled the last damaged ray off of his head, and you paused for a second. You did the math in your head, then let out a humorous scoff. 

"Yeah, that's- exactly how long it's been. You've been keeping track?" You asked, and he stammered. You could hear the whirr in his chest chassis get louder as he let out a nervous laugh. "Well, not-not exactly; we have an internal calendar to keep track of the days and we can, you know, calculate things super fast. I-It's not like that." He replied, and you laughed. "Ah, that makes more sense." He hummed and you turned around, grabbing the replacement rays. The repair cylinder went quiet aside from the small clinks as your screwdriver connected with screws.

After a few moments, you stepped back a bit and pressed a button on the underside of the chair, reenabling his ray mobility. "Okay, how does that feel?" You asked. Sun slowly rotated his rays, which were now pin-straight and free of grinding. "Feels just right, thank you!" He answered, and you nodded with a smile. "No problem, just try not to jump off of the balcony anymore. You have the wire for that reason, and I know you know this." You replied, and he huffed.

"I always end up tangled in that thing. Moon has much more luck with it than I do, so I just like to jump. It's faster anyways." He said, and you sighed. "Well, at least take a few more seconds to think about where you're going to land." You replied, grabbing his faceplate from the metal counter and returning it to it's place. You pressed it down firmly with a click, then stepped back again. "Gimme a 'lil spin." You instructed, and he rotated his faceplate smoothly. 

"Alrighty, I think you're good. You and Moon are due for basic maintenance on Friday, just a heads up, but I think that's it." You said, unlocking the cuffs. "Okie dokie, we'll be here!" He replied as he hopped up off of the chair. You gave him a warm smile and opened the cylinder door, then grabbed the damaged rays and left the chamber. He followed you out, then made his way to his door. You took the parts to the scrap bin next to the spare parts door, carefully placing them in the bottom. You then walked over to the tool bench, taking some time put the Attendant tool bag up on its hook and making sure everything was in it's place. 

When everything was done, you looked down at your FazWatch to check the time and your tasks. It was just past midnight, and you were pleased to find that you did in fact have a new task.

Service Required!

Details: Computer (Desktop PC) Malfunction

Serial Number: N/A

Location: Main Lobby - Customer Service Desk

Urgency: Low-Moderate

You clicked your tongue and walked over to grab the 'everything' tool bag, then left Parts and Services. When you made it up to the entrance lobby, you noticed that one of the security barriers was ajar, so you walked through and pushed it closed with a heavy click. You instinctively checked the door behind you, but the metal shutter was down and nothing seemed to be out of place. One of the customers must have left the gate open after leaving. 

You walked into the main lobby and made your way towards customer service, which was on the left of the golden Freddy statue. You reached down and grabbed the key off of your belt, then reached up to unlock the retractable security gate and enter the room. Everything was neat and in shape, thanks to the STAFF bots of course, and you let out a content hum as you walked over to the customer service desk. You pressed the power button and waited for it to boot, though it took longer than you'd anticipated. 

After about two minutes, there was a muffled thump behind you and you quickly spun around. The noise came from behind the wall, but the STAFF bots had been busy with all kinds of tasks lately, and It wouldn't have been surprising if the noise was one of them accidentally knocking some merchandise off of a storage shelf. You turned back towards the computer, which was still attempting to boot up. 

You huffed, pulling your phone from your pocket. You sat down in the desk chair as you waited, but there was another thud, louder this time, and you jumped a bit. "What is that?" You asked yourself, sitting your phone on the desk and standing up. You walked over to the door about five feet away on the wall behind you and turned the handle, but you realized you could hear incoherent whispers behind the door, followed by crashes and shuffling movement. 

"-where to find it. I'm like, ninety percent sure it's around here somewhere." It was a man's voice, then more shuffling. "Did you just say ninety perecent? You brought me into this shit and you don't even know what the fuck you're doing?" Another man said with a hiss. "Listen, they don't let people stay overnight here. We're fine, you just gotta calm down." There was silence for a moment. "Look, let's check that gift shop, we ain't been there yet." The first voice said, and you took a step back. 

Oh, lovely. On a day that Vanessa called out, too. Wonderful.

"You sure nobody's here?" The second voice asked, a bit louder. "Of that, I am definitely s-" The handle gave way under your hand and you stumbled back. Two relatively scrawny men, no older than thirty, stared down at you. They were both in dark clothing and their eyes were wide through dark masks, flicking over you then back to each other. Fazbear merchandise was scattered all over the floor along with multiple passes, though it was clear they were searching for something. You were stuck in place, then took a slow step back. They exchanged glances, then both looked at you with determination plastered on their faces. 

The larger of the two lunged at you and you yelped, turning and sprinting towards the main lobby. Where you were headed, you didn't know. There was no way out of the building without taking the time to manually open the shutter door. The utility hall to Parts and Services would be safest with the door's security system, but you didn't trust that you'd be able to close the door in time. You could alternatively try to make it to the daycare, but that was farther and up two flights of stairs. Both options were risky, but you decided that the utility tunnel was the better option of the two.

You practically flew out of customer service, quickly turning to the left. Thankfully, you turned so sharply that the intruder behind you slipped, grunting as he hit the epoxy floor. You looked back as you ran, only to find that the smaller of the two men was much faster than the other, and closing in quickly. 

You looked forward again, your heartbeat pounding in your ears. "Shit-!" You cursed to yourself; you'd forgotten about the security gates. There was no turning around though, so you kicked against the ground as hard as you could, thankfully clearing the barrier and landing upright on the other side. You took off into a sprint again, quickly reaching the door. You smacked your wrist against the black box on the wall, the light flicking to green as you yanked the door open. You turned and yanked, but a hand and foot stopped it from closing, and his hand immediately found your wrist. 

You were easily pulled from the hallway, terror rushing through you as you were lifted off of the ground. You started thrashing, kicking your legs and punching at the one holding you. His grip on you tightened, his fingers pressing deep into your arms and sides. He was much bigger than you, and you knew you weren't getting out of it that easily.

 The smaller man pulled out a bandana, balling it up as he got closer.

You inhaled and used every muscle in your chest to scream, but the bandana was shoved in your mouth, cutting the scream off and effectively silencing you before the noise could travel. "Now what?" The bigger one asked, and you realized he was the one who you'd first heard. "We have two options; kill 'em or throw 'em in the basement at home." The smaller one said, and you nearly swallowed the bandana. You started to fight again, but the smaller one took a step towards you and give you a sharp kick to the shin, a muffled cry erupting from your throat. 

What a shitty shift.

"Whatever we do, we need to get out of here now. Fuckin', 'nobody stays overnight', lying ass." The smaller one mumbled, walking towards the lobby. It made sense; the front door is just too public. Your shin throbbed, but you couldn't do much about that at the moment. You did have an idea thanks to your less-than intelligent captors, though you didn't like it much. 

Better than being kidnapped, you supposed. 

You easily spat out the balled up bandana and stuck your head out and dug your teeth into your captors arm, tightening your jaw until you felt an uncomfortable pop, then the taste of metal. He let go, covering the now bleeding wound on his arm. You spit off to the side, reaching down and grabbing the first thing you could. You quickly twisted the screwdriver around in your hand, then lifted your arm and violently brought it down. 

You drove the screwdriver into the front of his thigh, then let go and quickly stepped away. He let out a scream from within his gut. Your adrenaline was at an all time high, your awareness peaked as you grabbed your hammer from the belt- but you were tackled onto the ground, the smaller of the two men grabbing your wrist and slamming your hand down repeatedly. You shrieked, the hammer clattering to the floor as your knuckles crashed into the hard resin floor. 

"You stupid fucking bitch- now I'm really gonna kill you." He pulled out a pocket knife from his back pocket flicking it open as you writhed. He pressed the blade against your throat, sharp pain pricking against your nerves as he began to push the knife down. He was going to make it slow. You closed your eyes, tears welling as you felt the blood trickle down the side of your neck. 

Without warning, he was ripped off of you and slammed into the ground a few feet away. He struggled to make any noise, all air knocked from his body as Moon's large clawed hand pinned his head to the floor. "Disgusting, filthy, foul human." He growled slowly, his hand closing around the man's head. You brought a hand to your throat, feeling for the wound. It was relatively small, thankfully too shallow to cause any real damage. It'd be a decent scar, though. 

The man finally caught his breath, "What the fuck is this? Get the hell off of me!" He yelled, thrashing and fighting against Moon's heavy frame. "Naughty, naughty. You will be punished." The way the Moon slowly growled his words sent an unnerving chill down your spine, but it was almost a comfort compared to the terror you previously felt. 

"Punished? The fuck does that mean?" The man asked, spitting his words. Moon snatched him up and shoved him aggressively against the wall. His large hand found the man's right hand, then crushed it with a sickening crunch. The man let out a horrid scream, and the shutter began to open. Could Moon control it? "If I see you again, I will tear you apart." He hissed, then spun his head to look directly at the other man, who was busy trying to remove the screwdriver. 

He just nodded frantically, clearly terrified. Moon used one hand to hold the smaller man off of the ground by his shirt, walking towards the door. He pushed open the glass door, then quite literally threw him outside and onto the blacktop parking lot. The other man hobbled towards the door, the screwdriver in a bloody puddle on the floor as he hesitated to walk past Moon. 

"Get out." Moon said, darkly, and the man obeyed. 

You let your body fall slack; you'd exerted a lot of energy fighting, your hand and shin were definitely bruised if not broken, and your neck was still bleeding. You were so wrapped up in letting yourself relax that you nearly screamed when Moon effortlessly picked you up. "First-Aid." He said, looking ahead. You tried to nod, but the movement agitated the cut on your neck. 

Moon took a few steps, then you heard a quiet click as he was lifted off of the ground. He was using his wire to move more quickly, but you were unfortunately afraid of heights and the lack of warning was alarming. You instinctively wrapped your arms around him, holding onto him as the two of you 'flew' up the lobby stairs. He landed smoothly and silently on the ground, walking through the red pick-up door. He had to duck, sticking his head out a bit to avoid hitting you with the bottom of his faceplate. 

He used the wire again to lift you over the netting around the daycare, but that height was nearly too extreme and you closed your eyes, hiding your face against his chassis. You felt like an injured child, but Moon didn't seem to mind. The two of you went lower until you felt the stability of the floor underneath Moon. You looked around, taking in the daycare. 

You really wished you had a reason to be here more, as odd as it was. Despite the near-total darkness, the space was cozy and comforting- though that could've been because you were very nearly kidnapped just a few minutes prior. Moon sat you carefully in the chair behind the security desk, then walked over to the wall. "It'll be easier with light. Be careful, don't overdo yourself." He grumbled, then flicked the light on. 

The transition between the two of them was smooth and interesting to watch, even though you knew exactly how they functioned. When Sun's eyes lit up white, he was all over you. "Oh, goodness- are you okay? I know they hurt you but is it really bad?" He spoke quickly, kneeling to look over your wounds. 

The switch from the calm, quiet Moon to Sun was a bit jarring, and you stumbled on your words. "I- wh- no, it's not that bad. My leg and hand hurt, but I'm mostly worried about this." You looked up a bit to show the wound on your neck. Sun shook his head, staring at the wound. His rays ticked twice to the right. "I'll clean it up for ya, but you definitely need to go get it checked out after work. The blade could have been dirty." He said, though his voice was edged with severity. 

He turned and grabbed a few things from a cabinet; antiseptic cleanser, antibiotic ointment, and a bandage. You could do it yourself, but both he and Moon seemed more than willing to help. You leaned back in the chair to allow him to patch you up, and your thoughts began to drift. 

What were those guys even looking for? Is there even anything in the 'Plex worth the effort they were planning on using to silence you? You couldn't think of anything other than money, and even you had no idea where that went after hours. It was a weird situation. 

Then, there was Moon. He showed up rather quickly, especially considering how far you were from the daycare. Is he the security program Afton mentioned on your first day? How did he even know you were in trouble? Was he patrolling or did your scream somehow reach the daycare? You couldn't get the sound of the man's bones crushing out of your mind, but it wasn't nearly as scary as one would think. Moon protected you, and that man really did deserve it. He was going to kill you.

Nothing about tonight made sense, but you did know one thing; you wouldn't mind being carried by Moon again. 

⋆⁺₊⋆ 𖤓☽ ⋆⁺₊⋆

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[thequeensjester]

Building Tension for the Annatar Debut

Whoever directed this scene used different techniques to create and escalate tension. Notably, they break the 180 degree rule when Sauron tries to convince Celebrimbor to forge more rings.

(shot 1)

As I understand it, the 180 rule (see more thorough definition) is the defining axis between shots of characters in dialogue or in action. It can be a vertical or horizontal axis. The camera sits on one side of the axis to keep continuity. Filmmakers generally don't cross this line because it will confuse the audience but they can if done right.

I'm starting with this shot as the main reference point. The line is on a horizontal axis—from Celebrimbor's left shoulder to Sauron's right shoulder. (Make sense?!) Looking at the direction of Charlie's eyes helps a lot. It also helps to imagine if you were on set, watching in-person.

(shot 2 | 3 - top row re-ordered for explanation | bottom as originally filmed)

Here we have a basic shot-reverse-shot set-up. I flipped the order in the top row to show continuity on the established 180 axis in shot 1. When we watch the bottom row as filmed, we can see it still makes sense.

Their eyelines match up—looking at directly each other. It's angled since they're leaning forward and hunched over. The camera is also filming from the corresponding, open-body sides of both actors.

(shot 4)

Celebrimbor steps away from Sauron to revel in the triumph of his Elven Rings alone. He is framed by the balcony doors—separating him from Sauron.

(Shot 5 | 6 - caps shown as originally edited in ep)

Because Celebrimbor walks around the set, this next dialogue section starts on this new axis but nothing looks unusual. Their eyelines match up in almost a perfect straight line across both shots.

Sauron sounds innocent enough to Celebrimbor. He asks if Celebrimbor is his friend and once confirmed, Sauron escalates.

(Shot 7 | 8 - caps shown as originally edited in ep)

Sauron says he has never been able to hide anything from Celebrimbor. We get a hard cut to Celebrimbor's reaction—flipped to the other side and breaking the 180 rule. This looks and feels off because we know where Sauron is taking this conversation.

(Shot 9)

On this new 180 axis, Celebrimbor assures Sauron and says "Whatever it is you wish to say to me, I shall receive it with an open heart." Sauron only occupies 1/3 of this frame and stands in shadows—holding little power for now.

(Shot 10 | 11 - caps shown as originally edited in ep)

Sauron asks for Rings for Men but Celebrimbor refuses. Both shots haven't broken the 180 rule but Celebrimbor is short-sided—the gap behind Brimby's head takes us into his discomfort. The short-siding also makes it look like Sauron is being pushed out to the edge.

(Shot 12 | 13 - caps shown as originally edited in ep)

Celebrimbor walks back to his original spot in front of the doors—putting distance between himself and Sauron's request. He also tells Sauron that the Dwarves won't provide any more mithril to end the conversation but Sauron mentions the Dwarves' troubles.

We get this reaction and breaking the 180 rule again, like shot 8. With Brimby's confusion about the Dwarves's dilemma, Sauron finally makes his move to debut his next identity.

I'm fast-forwarding to the part where they're sitting because there aren't any more instances (to me at least) of the 180 rule broken.

Once Sauron suggests he's an emissary, his posture becomes more authoritative. He sits in the shadows but closer to the center, compared to Brimby, who is at the edge of the frame. It also looks like the set pieces and props form a barrier between the two—never to be honest and equal partners in their work.

This perspective makes the candles look like they're coming out of the hearth and lined up in front of Sauron when in the next shot, they're clearly not. It could be either a coincidence or foreshadowing of Annatar's arrival.

When the doors burst open, we get this familiar shot but Brimby looks like he's being swallowed by the shadows. This low-angle shot makes Sauron look like he's sitting on a throne.

The soft spotlight over him appears again. To me, the light sources frame Sauron—putting all the power on him as he prepares to debut Annatar.

— credit: cap-that.com

[frosted-leaf]

Who are some of your favorite WC side characters?

OOH im going to answer this with the favourite picker I did the other day

The top row is more ordered and the bottom rows are in no particular order

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I think it's clear Lion Guy has climbed AT LEAST to the top #2 on your fav twst characters list..... but do you think he'll ever surpass J word?? lately you've been rambling a lot abt Leona but tbh it's obvious you rlly rlly love Jade too from all the posts I've read abt your feelings towards him (which have helped me understand and appreciate him more, too!)

sorry if it's smth weird to ask btw, I know feelings/thoughts abt fictional characters sometimes can be pretty personal- so feel free to ignore this 🙇

For your reference, here is my personal Twst tier list ^^ It’s up to date as of the recent book 7 part 12 update. (And to be clear, the characters placed in the same tier are in no particular order; just because Silver is first in the "tolerate" tier doesn't mean I like him any more or less than Deuce, who is next in the row.)

If you’d like more specifics on why I do or don’t like a particular character, please check out my FAQ in the pinned post or look at #character opinion bingo. If the character you’d like me to elaborate on isn’t addressed there, then you may send in an ask about it.

Please remember to be respectful when discussing character preferences; do not attempt to convince others to change their minds or imply/tell them that they are “wrong” for feeling a certain way about a character.

I don’t mind the question! This blog’s a place for me to express myself (whether creatively or critically/more analytically) and to share my opinions on certain aspects of Twst ^^

I don't really think to put specific numbers on characters most of the time because I personally get really anxious about rankings 🤡 According to the same friends that said all of this though, they basically agree that L*ona is pretty much second place or that L*ona has already surpassed J word. A particular friend likes to joke that “it’s Leover”, and another one says, “it’s like Raven divorced J word for L*ona”. And honestly 💦💦 if I'm being 100% truthful, I'm a little scared myself that some cat boy I disliked back in 2020 will shoot right up to the very top 💀 When I think about that... OOooOoOooooOOOGH, IT REALLY GRINDS MY GEARS BECAUSE HE'D BE SO ANNOYING AND SMUG ABOUT WINNING FOR ONCE. Finally clawing his way up from rock bottom... past second place (where he was perpetually trapped for most of his life; second place to his older brother, second place to that lizard, second place to eel)... to snatch the crown from the jaws of defeat... 💢 (You can't see it, but I'm pounding the wall with my fists--)

BUT IT'S OKAY, IT'S OKAY GUYS (<- huffing copium) IT'S JUST THE CONTENT RELEASE BIAS... Like, L*ona has gotten SO much more focus recently that it might be a little unfair to compare the two right now??? He got that Nightmare Suit SSR and played an important role in the Halloween event, then immediately got his time to shine in his book 7 dream, on top of us being forced to go through all five Heartslabyul dreams with him. That's not even mentioning the fact that the Episode of Savanaclaw manga is hyping us up for his OB reveal in January, or his hometown event rerun that's currently going on in the JP server. I keep telling myself that as soon as J word gets a new exciting SSR or story content that I'll swing right back around to him 😭 He hasn't gotten anything substantial lately... And let's be honest here, L*ona has a complete advantage no matter what the situation is for J word simply because L*ona is a dorm leader and an OB boy. There will always be more attention and detail showered upon him and his development over J word's OTL There's just... more L*ona lore to chew on. The other part of it is a large chunk of what I discuss on this blog comes from interactions with my readers. If readers submit more asks about L*ona, then I'll naturally talk about him more. Pair this with the guarantee that he's getting more screen time because of the remaining Heartslabyul dreams, and it becomes constant lion reinforcement.

sdfhladiyofyfaey8gFP9MGEEGA ANyWAY, sorry if that didn't quite answer your question... I didn't want to give a definitive response because I can't really tell what will happen in the future but hey, you guys wouldn't think any less of me if something happens, right 🤡

[eelclaw]

edit: these characters are not warriors anymore

figuring out some warriors ocs, putting some ideas under the cut

note for this clan, they follow a very strict interpretation of starclan's will. the clan is basically one giant family, but the smaller bloodlines are always fighting for power. warriors are expected to reproduce with outsiders and claim the kits for the clan.

outsiders are barred from joining the clan, and the kits of a warrior and an outsider are only allowed to join when they are young; a kit who is not brought into the clan in time is considered tainted.

in this family tree, from top row to bottom row, left to right, we have lizard's father, lizard's mother, lizard's mate, lizard, nightstar, brackenleaf, and oakfeather.

lizard's father (name undecided): lizard and nightstar's clan father, brackenleaf and oakfeather's grandfather.

could not care less about lizard's mother, he got with her only to preserve his bloodline.

hugely disappointed by and very controlling of lizard.

thrilled by nightstar's accomplishments (becoming clan leader), his son can do little wrong in his eys.

absolutely hates brackenleaf and pretends he doesn't exist.

annoyed by oakfeather, thinks he isn't living up to his potential.

lizard's mother (name undecided): lizard and nightstar's outsider mother, brackenleaf and oakfeather's grandmother.

was fascinated by lizard's father when she met him, but as she got to know him, she grew repulsed by his personality. unfortunately, she was already expecting his kits. she was more than happy to give him the kits and get him out of her life.

has no relationship with lizard and nightstar, as is typical of outsider parents (outsider parents are typically no more than donors for a clan parent).

lizard's mate (name undecided): lizard's outsider mate, brackenleaf and oakfeather's outsider father.

completely enamored with lizard. he enjoys her company and wishes to see her again.

he hopes to meet his and lizard's kits some day, which is atypical for an outsider parent.

lizard___ (suffix undecided): nightstar's sister, brackenleaf and oakfeather's clan mother.

resents her father, and yet obeys him unquestioningly, still hoping she can earn his love.

really liked her mate. he was sweet and caring, and she saw him often, and both of her litters were sired by him. (the clan demands warriors to reproduce with outsiders without forming attachments to them, so having kits with the same outsider more than once is very unusual). but bending the rules makes her uncomfortable, and she quit meeting him. he still waits for her.

she and nightstar care for each other, but their relationship is strained by her conflict with their father.

lizard is fairly quiet and distant from both brackenleaf and oakfeather.

nightstar (warrior name undecided): lizard's brother.

nightstar truly loves his father and basks in his attention.

he cares about lizard, but he hates getting caught between her and their father.

he likes both of lizard's sons, but dotes on brackenleaf, his obvious favorite.

brackenleaf: lizard's older son, the clan's healer with an "exceptional" connection to starclan.

he and his grandfather hate each other. they avoid one another at all costs.

lizard is fairly distant from him. he is not really affected by this.

he thinks nightstar is a little annoying and overbearing, but cares about his uncle more than he says or shows.

same with oakfeather- brackenleaf thinks his younger brother is annoying and embarrassing, but does really care about him.

oakfeather: lizard's younger son.

annoyed by his grandfather, wishes he would stop ordering him around. he is responsible for taking care of his grandfather though, and he carries out this duty.

wishes he was closer to lizard and struggles to understand her.

he and nightstar are friendly enough, but oakfeather is well aware that brackenleaf is their uncle's favorite.

when he was younger, he idolized his older brother. constantly getting put down and pushed away has strained the way he sees brackenleaf, but he still wishes he could be as cool and confident as brackenleaf seems.