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"A fresh wound can either heal and scar, or bleed and infect." A bloodmoon redemption au! I am only one person so updates might take a while ;O.O Consider checking out the Tumblr page for more content!: afreshwoundau

Ever since Solar was beaten and left for dead by the rouges, he started working for Lord Eclipse, overall working for the Lord is somewhat better than being left for dead. Lord Eclipse has developed a sort of Soft spot for Solar and maybe something more.. but he must push his feelings aside. SHIPS INCUDLED Solar x Eclipse Implied Bloodmoon x Lunar

this is an announcement for all the bloodmoon fans who feel as if they have been robbed of these two's potential, we are going to make a show based off of them, i will post this here and multiple other places, if you want to help you can come in here and do so!

All the information you need is in the title, and first part of the book. Best rankings: #105 - Solar 12/27/23 #91 - solar 12/31/23 #45 - solar 01-26-24

The celestial family is disrupt when a sudden burst of negative star energy drags down the ones they hold dearest. A dystopian-like horror fiction in the world of FNAF.

What will bloodmoon do when he can't run anymore? When his trauma catches up? How will they cope? An off canon fanfic so I don't die inside from a severe lack of bloomin ✧sfw fic! ✧age regressed/pet regressed bloodmoon ✧fluff and angst, possible Gore ✧may do one shots that aren't quite on the time line of I get suggestions/requests, or if I feel like it ✧any hate will be removed, or pettily displayed for everyone to witness for I am a class A bitch!<33 Any and all credits to to the amazing artists on tumblr who I give all credit to these images from. None are mine!

He jolted awake with a blare of static from his auditory processors, knees failing him as he fell to the ground. His casing shook as he slowly processed the fact that he wasn't dead. He wasn't dead. Why wasn't he dead? His body was new, and entirely his own. There was no damage, no cracks, no internal breaks. His servers spun with the knowledge, the body was foreign and uncomfortable. He felt his endo tighten uncomfortably, new and unknown. He felt sick. "Oh goodie you're quite awake! How absolutely wonderful!" A voice crooned above him, and he just barely became aware of the broken foot a few inches from his shaking form. He whined in automatic response, the shrillness of the exclamation harsh on his processors, and curled into himself. "Oh dear," The broken animatronic muttered, "That's not good at all."