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factual-fantasy · 2 years

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I got’s 25 asks, with FNAF lore? 👀

An important detail that I realize I left out was how Gregory got hurt. In one of the first drafts to this comic, Freddy was going to ask how he got hurt. And Gregory was going to truthfully clarify that he got these injuries by just being on the streets. Tripping in the dark, getting his hands caught in dumpsters doors.. etc.

And then he was going to reach his arm over his shoulder and comment that the bleeding wound on his shoulder was from scraping it on the top of the vent entrance when he broke into the Pizzaplex. This would then lead to Freddy feeling really bad and apologizing for asking him to leave and yadda yadda yadda.

While re-writing the draft I sorta.. accidentally left this part out. Which was my bad, this was something that Gregory should have clarified with Freddy. Buuuut I accidentally wrote it out of the story XD

As for if Gregory was hurt at “home”? Well.. he wasn’t this time, but who’s to say? Maybe that’s why he ran away to the Pizzaplex in the first place? 👀

In my AU, Sunny and Moony are the same person. No split personalities or anything. Just one animatronic, one personality, 2 nicknames.

And since Foxy and Bonnie have met “Sunny”. they have also met “Moony”, they just didn’t get to see his other form.

In all honesty, this is the one thing in my AU that makes no sense what so ever. Realistically the animatronics wouldn’t be able to cry, that just makes no sense.

But I gave them the ability to cry so that I could draw them more expressively, and because tears are fun to draw--

I guess I could try and make it work. Maybe when they get “emotional” or overwhelmed their wires and circuits get hot. And mayyyybe their optics get brighter and hot, and they need water to cool them down..??

Idk, realistically there is no reason for them to cry and it makes no sense. But.. the emotion,✨ the expression,👌 I gots ta have it. XD

I am not fully sure why I feel this way, but the reason is that when other artists get fanart,, they seem to like it! And they’re all like “Oh my gosh thank you!! This is so sweet! I feel so awesome!!”

But then when I get fanart I get an anxiety spike and I just think “Wow.. so uhm.. you just stole my characters and drew them without asking huh?--” Even if someone asks me first my brain just goes, “ehh.. but they’re my characters.. I don’t want you to take em and use em..”

I dunno why its like that. And I’m trying to get better about it. But for now all fanarts just physically feel bad, like its theft or something.

Yes the purple eyes were intentional XD. All the animatronics had purple eyes related to the “bug”. Although Monty wasn’t the first to get it and he didn’t spread it to the others, his eyes were originally red. :0

In this story, no, Gregory is definitely not the first victim. And he probably wont be the last..

Sunny actually did intentionally isolate his “murdery” side, but of course he didn’t know that it was actually a “murdery” thing he was dealing with--

Here’s the thing, from Sunny’s perspective.. He started developing a problem with his Moon mode. When ever he went into it, he would forget everything he said and did by the time he went back to his Sunny mode. At first he didn’t really think it was that big of a deal...

But then kids started getting scared of him. And he realized he was going into his moon mode for longer and longer.. without remembering anything. So he tried going to an engineer and asking for help. They gave him a check up but couldn’t find anything wrong. “Okay” he thought, “I must be fine then..”

So that night he left the daycare to go visit DJ.. But then next thing you know, he’s waking up on the brightly lit dance floor, and DJ does not look happy.

DJ wouldn’t tell him, but he knew that he must’ve done something wrong. Something that unsettled the DJ. He knew right then that he had to get this fixed.

So he goes to an employee again, telling them something is wrong with his moon form. But again.. they tell him nothing is wrong and to go back to work.

This time though, Sunny doesn’t go back to work. He doesn't know what’s wrong with him. But after the kids started getting scared, and he upset the DJ, he decided that he’s just.. going to never use his moon mode until he knows its safe to.

..Its been a few months now, and Sunny has still not left the Daycare. DJ is getting really worried about his friend, But Sunny is doing the right thing, he’s protecting innocent children by locking himself away, and he doesn’t even really know it. He thinks he’s just preventing himself from scaring people and acting super weird. When it reality he’s saving lives.

In the past the animatronics were their true, organic selves on stage. And the employees kind’a thought it was a little creepy. How.. alive they seemed. Especially Foxy,,

But now a days the animatronics act a little less “sentient” during the day. Seeming to be a lot more normal and robot like.

I mean, they still seem crazy sentient compared to the STAFF bots, but they still feel kind’a robotic because they cant look sad or unexcited on the floor, They always gotta be happy! And fun! So they kind’a fall hard into their core programing and just follow the script.

Its at night though where their true sentience can be seen. Sunny/Moony always leaving the daycare and spending time with DJ in the Arcade. Even through they weren’t programmed to be friends.. or even know each other..

Chica always going into Freddy’s room to hang out, even though she is scheduled to stay in her room. The animatronics talking to each other, moving around more organically. Showing emotions and behaviors that they aren’t programmed to express. Anger, sadness, fear..

At this time of night though, none of the employees see them like this. In present times, the only ones who have witnessed their true selves, whether in person or on camera, is Gregory.. and Vanessa.

@definitelynot7ratsinabeecostume XD I would argue except for DJ. The only thing with him is that he’s worried about the Daycare attendant, and he gets kind’a lonely in the Arcade all by himself.. :’(

@randox-talore I haven’t actually fully thought out what playthrough Gregory did. And whether or not he took the others upgrades. But if he did, then yeah the employees would just remove the upgrades and reset Freddy again, thinking that it must have been the “Bug”..

@burningmusicfunnygiant Gregory has no intentions to at the moment, he’s still scared of them.. 😅

@sw124

THNSK YOU AN UT WELCOMEEEEHHHHAHHSHSH

It depends on what new content is in the DLC. If the DLC content fills in some holes and helps my AU have a stronger structure then I will, if not? I’ll probably just pretend it doesn’t exist XD

@shadowscrossing Awe, little Bibi bow!

(In reference to this post)

XD I tried to make it look that way. I was inspired by the way characters from Sky: Children of the Light, look.

@mister-jedblack If the other animatronics meet Gregory, it will be on accident most likely. Gregory has no intentions of meeting the animatronics, and Freddy has no intention of letting them find him.

Recently I’ve been thinking about getting into Amphibia, maybe there’s stuff I could “factualize” there? XD. Or maybe not. I can see myself just making the characters more biologically closer to frogs, but I think the show already does that--

@kittysuicoffee

HHHHHTHENKED YOUSA

@smoresbythefyresyde

FANBKS YOUG

@danman22ful (The link in ask leads to Steel Wool twitter)

XD Yeah I did, always like to see good ol’ Monty!

@blenderrrrr

THABNKSS YOUEE

@chromchill <XD Don’t worry I’m fine. Well, I’m not doing great on eating or taking breaks very often, But! But! I can say that I have been getting plenty of water. So there’s that. :}

(In response to this)

Eh, he’ll be fine XD

@minnesotamedic186 After searching those two on YouTube, Yes! Yes it would be XD. Just add an Engineer peeking around the corners every now and again and boom there’s my AU.

@flufflytail

#my response #fnaf security breach #hhHHhHhhhh #thanks your guys ur so sweet #sobs

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newmoonwastaken · 4 months

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Alright so. I have a theory about ENA.

(Spoilers under the cut.)

So basically, in the trailer we see 3 different "Ena"s. One of them has the form that we are used to, half red half white, probably the playable one.

Then there's a more humanlike one, who appears very sick (which is fair because there is a large hole in her torso)

And then there's one like the first but without any arms and also with a bright green and cracked-looking face.

So I have a theory that they're all the same Ena. *wow shocking* BUT bear with me

Later in the trailer we see a screen showing (probably) game footage in which Ena's red arm is throwing about her white one. This is the same arm that's missing in the video showcasing the track "The Purge Event". And if we look closer under her hat in that video... it's green.

So I reckon the cracked-looking Ena is the playable Ena but just in the future. Some bad things could happen to our playable Ena and she might die like in the trailer.

But what about the humanlike one? where does she fit in? Well here's the thing - she might be the past version of our playable Ena. Here are the logical leaps I made when coming to that conclusion:

So in Temptation Stairway (bear with me here) there is a QR code above the mannequin expanse which translates to "forget your past". This implies that one or more characters have some sort of past that they are meant to forget *wow shocking*.

What if this "past" is a life as a human? With the future already taken up by the cracked Ena who presumably dies, and the present by the playable Ena, that leaves humanlike Ena to be in the past.

"But Newmoon," I hear you ask, "how could the humanlike Ena have undergone such a drastic transformation into the playable Ena?" WELL I'M GLAD YOU ASKED BECAUSE I HAVE NO IDEA EITHER. But I have some vague speculations as to the specifics, tying into some established stuff.

So in Temptation Stairway, it's pretty well established that S1 Ena had some sort of "debt", which was cleared at the end in accordance with Moony's bet. This was likely portrayed by Ena's blue side turning yellow.

Here's my speculation: since deities are a clearly established part of canon, what if one or more of said deities could pick up a dying human stranded in their world (for example, the humanlike Ena) and turn them into an Ena in exchange for a debt in the form of one side of their personality? For DBBQ Ena, this debt could be her salesperson side, and she attempts to pay it off using what sales she makes.

"But Newmoon," I hear you ask, "how does this character connect to S1 Ena?" Well here's the thing: she doesn't! The Shepherd implied that there are multiple Enas in existence, presumably sufficient to cause a significant annoyance to her. "Ena" is not a name so much as it is a species, perhaps, and S1 Ena and DBBQ Ena were previously entirely different people.

"But Newmoon," I hear you pestering me with questions get on with it, "what about Power of Potluck? After Temptation Stairway, S1 Ena's sad side came back!" Well that's where you're wrong - I believe that PoP happened before the events of Temptation Stairway. Here are two reasons why:

Number one: In Extinction Party and Temptation Stairway, Ena has an additional horizontal strap on her clothes, which is not present in Auction Day. Nor is it present in Power of Potluck, which eliminates the possibility of it being a last-minute design change. Since the time in S1 is likely linear, and Temptation Stairway is considered a "season finale" by Joel, PoP likely happened in a time-frame outside of the series, before or after Auction Day but not after Extinction Party.

Number two: Moony's form appears to have reverted back to how it was prior to the result of her wish. "but what about the hand?" how else do you think she got things into her geometric inclusion.

"But Newmoon what would be the point of Ena's sad side being her debt? she can't use profits from it to pay any deities" idk maybe the deities are cruel stop asking questions.

And there you have it! My theory that is almost certainly wrong! Please correct me on anything and please also dump your own theories in the comments/reblogs/whatever I did not sleep anywhere near enough last night

#ena #dream bbq #fan theory #ramble

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silverjetsystm · 4 months

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He holds his tongue. When Moon Knight’s on a team, he tries to mind his manners. Reputations like his bring a lot of assumptions. The cryptic phrasing, sarcasm, and commentary is shelved. Leave his own baggage, the need for control in his personal life and solo operations, at the door. Do what had to be done. Serve. Cap had seen what Jake-and-Marc-Moon Knight had been doing since they came back from Mexico. [Commentary for this entire post, please, only enough space in the ask box. :P]

Pick any passage of 500 words or less from any fanfic I’ve written, and stick that selection in my ask/fan mail. I will then give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what’s going on in the character’s heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you’d expect to find on a DVD commentary track. | Accepting! [what is rp]

The post in question!

Darn ask box and their limits. I'm also slapping a read more on this because wow so many images, so little time.

Aight. From the top. Secret Avengers is an interesting time in Marc's life. This is him 'on parole' and finally what should be hope after the grimdark days of the aughts.

Marc's mostly familiar with Hank and the then current X-Men stuff by whispers and rumors. MK (1980) #35 has MK reach out to the X-Men for advice on how to handle a mutant who was dedicated to murdering dancers who defected the Soviet Union (as one does). But that was, shall we say, years ago.

Y'know. Events where MK hangs out in the background happened. So Marc doesn't really know much besides him, Hank, and the rest of the Secret Avengers are hanging out because Cap trusts them enough. To Marc, yeah, Hank's big blue and brilliant but Hank also doesn't have the same background as the rest of this merry band. Hank isn't a spy, or a soldier, or a thief. Normal people don't really exist in Marc's orbit like they do in Steven and Jake's.

Speaking of those events where Marc hangs out in the background, Marc never really knows what's going on. He's usually the last to know, doesn't keep track of everything at large, and is just there to punch people and give ??? looks. (see @/age-of-moon-knight's "where's moony" tag). A lot of those bigshot writers aren't really familiar with MK so they either lean on ableist language, reference Marc tearing faces off, or give him a sort of 'Deadpool in white' characterization. Here's some good ones.

Strange (2022), #5. Writer: MacKay; Penciler: Ferreira; Inker: Poggi; Colorist: Tartaglia; Letterer: Petit

Infinity Wars (2018), #3. Writer: Duggan; Penciler and Inker: Deodato Jr.; Colorist: Martin Jr.; Letterer: Petit

Original Sin (2014), #1. Writer: Aaron; Penciler and Inker: Deodato; Colorist: Martin Jr.; Letterer: Eliopoulos

Annnnnd now the era we're focusing on! -_-

Secret Avengers (2010), #16. Writer: Ellis; Penciler and Inker: McKelvie; Colorist: Wilson; Letterer: Lanphear

Secret Avengers (2010), #19. Writer: Ellis; Penciler: Lark; Inkers: Gaudiano and Thies; Colorist: Villarrubia; Letterer: Lanphear

He is glib. Usually. During Secret Avengers, he's rather….subdued. Taking the remarks as they come and keeping his head down. Trust, it does come back later. Part of it is because well, let's look at how from 2006 to 2011 went:

MK tore Bushman's face off in a mix of vengeance, fear, rage, and disgust. Between the horror of what he did and the extensive injuries, he took a comic two year break. 'Khonshu' as "The One Who Lives on Hearts" (I treat him like an introject) wearing faceless Bushman form, feeding Marc's aggression as he makes it back into street level.

Staying on the sidelines during Civil War.

MK (2006), #8. Writer: Huston; Penciler: Finch; Inkers: Miki and Crimelab Studios; Colorist: D’Armata; Letterer: Caramagna

Marc's had a need to micromanage his entire operation since the early days. Steven and Jake would do their information gathering. MK would either be separate from any of them or Marc clearly would take the wheel and do his own thing. Marlene would invite herself along (and be vital in saving the day). Frenchie would fly the mooncopter. They'd deal with Marc's anger. Later on, this leads to Marc suppressing or requesting Steven and Jake go dormant in order to handle their life that gets increasingly dedicated to His Duty.

MK (2021), #14. Writer: MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Cappuccio; Colorist: Rosenberg; Letterer: Petit

Sure, Jan. The longer Marc keeps his hands and only his hands on the wheel, the harder the struggle is. Steven and Jake poke holes and tear down Marc's internalized ableism (as they have before).

Ironically, Frenchie was once more cavalier, saying MK should kill people or they should run out the mooncopter cannons on muggers.

Marlene starts off by saying Marc shouldn't kill people (that Marc is the past and Steven/MK is the future). She then switches positions in the 90s. 90s!Marlene thinks Marc should have killed Bushman and is frustrated he won't kill because of his merc past. 'I hope you grow up before someone kills you.' People change. I can see her like. She used to think Bushman didn't need to die and that MK was Better Than That. She's also been afraid MK was a "benign monster." And now this. I think part of it is how she helped shape MK as much as the system and Frenchie and Bushman did and is eating at her. Plus, obviously, she doesn't want Marc to get hurt or die. By 2006's run, they've had enough of it. While they come back around to supporting him, they also have big problems with how he's operating.

This is the run where Marc carves moons into people's foreheads. Steven and Jake appear in one issue; they hadn't popped up since.... Ehhh. After volume 1 of MK, they show up in West Coast Avengers, in Moench's mini-series after the disaster that was MS: MK, and sometimes in other books like Black Panther, Hulk, etc.

In the end, Marc's big bad tries to control the city and Marc shoves him off a building, killing him. This leads S.H.I.E.L.D. et al. after Marc. Eminem is played. Marc almost dies.

(classic Moon K.night-Core)

Marc fakes his death and Jake goes to Mexico. However, this version of Jake is written like a 'clean slate' MK who feels more like Marc than Jake. I treat it as co-con, where Jake and Marc share control and skills rather than New Jake.

Jake comes back from Mexico and starts to clean up the MK reputation. He doesn't carve moons in faces. 'Khonshu' becomes tiny and impotent. Marlene comes back around. She proposes to Jake. A baby on the way…. Cap sees the progress Jake-Marc have made and offers him a spot on the Secret Avengers team.

Secret Avengers (2010), #1. Writer: Brubaker; Penciler and Inker: Deodato Jr.; Colorist: Beredo; Letterer: Lanpheare

Which leads to things like this...

Secret Avengers (2010), #21. Writer: Ellis; Penciler: Immonen; Inker: von Grawbadger; Colorist: Sotomayor; Letterer: Lanphear

Fucking Randall ruins a nice personal life. Marlene leaves for good. Which sends Marc further down the spiral into self-isolation, need for control, and neither Steven nor Jake pop up until 2022.

Marc's had A Lot of Bad Doctors. (And we haven't gotten to the doctor in 2014 who tried to take Khonshu from him and try to kill him yet!). He's a terrible patient. 2016 opens with him in an asylum, which isn't quite in reality. But the threat and the fear is very real for Marc. He's trying to behave, get good grades in superhero rehabilitation.

Anyway. At this point where Hank easily makes a car a nuclear weapon, Marc picks up on the moral event horizon nature of it all. Because he's been there. MK's whole thing is Second Chances because Spector died when a seed of compassion sprouted during the merc days.

#asked and answered #positivelybeastly #black ops on mars #v: from the depths

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kailovesmoony · 1 year

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HIII! So since some of people are following me, Imma introduce myselff! Im Kai, 15, and use all pronouns, and my favourite character is moony (wow you probably didnt know by my super discret username) Im looking for fellow marauders fans to be mutuals, so if you want to talk to me interact!

Here are my fav ships:

1. WOLFSTAR (obs)

2. Jily

3. Marylene

4. Dorlene

5. Jegulus

#wolfstar #jily #jegulus #dorlene #marylene #remus lupin #sirius black #the marauders #marauders #mary macdonald #marlene mckinnon

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moonchildstyles · 1 year

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hiiii moonie:( I just wanted to come on here and quickly say that I really really appreciate how you make this community and your writing so inclusive ! 🥹 I love how your Y/Ns don’t have any descriptions alluding to a particular looking trait or anything like that so nobody feels excluded. Like I’ve noticed sometimes reading stuff where the reader’s character descriptions are fixed and SO different from what u look like that it just hits the tiniest tiny pang in the heart. But you make sure to be incredibly (and amazingly) descriptive and at the same time, manage to make the reader feel so included!! 🥰 It’s really nice to acknowledge. I’m sorry if I’m getting too deep into it, but as a woc it means so much!! :( I genuinely love your work and the kind of person you are, so yeah, just thank you so much! ❤️

Wow thank you honestly so much this is :( so:( thank you like:( it means the world bc I do try my best and I’m sure there’s things here and there I could fix but this seriously means so much to me like I’m so happy you can see yourself in my girlies and just thank you :((((( ugh idek what else to say just thank you so much:(

#anon #ask #faves

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observinglittlelife · 2 years

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July 28 Leo New Moon

Dear moonie,

After finally finishing my summer physics 1C class, I right away began making a webtoon to submit for a contest that was due in two days. It wasn't my best work because of the rush and time crunch, but it was something I didn't want to miss out on. Even though the chances were super low, I just wanted to enjoy the process while fantasizing that I would win a place and get offered to be an original. But besides that, you know that discord server I have with all my ideas and characters? I mean I think I did a pretty good job on that and I was super excited to draw all the scenes out. So while it was hard, I definitely had fun. So after I finished, I promoted my webtoon on reddit and made a new instagram dedicated to this project, and bruh... ngll... it got some attention loll. So i obviously got super excited about this and all of a sudden I get this wave of ambition LOL like wow suddenly I have a chance at actually living up to my own dreams (that sounds so sad but I mean it in a great way). I'm actually so glad that I didn't chicken out of this. I mean everyone's got a first time so what was there to lose? And yeahh you know what happens from that point on. I actually won some prize money and got offered to be an original. like that's actually freaking crazy. And the amount of support was so crazy. So yeah that's how I started. Now I have a patreon with enough people supporting me to be financially independent and make it my main income source. It's funny how I now make way more than my parent's annual salary. You know, typical asian parents definitely did NOT believe I could do that with ART. it felt good in a way to prove them wrong. And the huge fandom I have now with people just so excited over my story and seeing fan arts and what not really let me know that this is all real. I honestly cant believe it myself. But this time I can confidently say that I am so proud of myself and for just believing in me. This saved my life from the anxiety that was killing me inside. It lets me know that my passions and talents can be appreciated and utilized to make a name out of myself and to just make me feel happy. This new stress that comes with this progress is soo different from the stress I'm used to. Because this stress is productive. It's encouraging and exciting and a challenge I'm always so eager to face. And for the first time i can truly say that I feel like I'm at where I'm supposed to be. And i'm so so so SO happy and relieved. And thanks for being someone I can tell all this to. For I found myself most comfortable and excited when writing this for you to read, beyond anyone else because I know you have supported me and will continue to support me. Best,

7-28-2022

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badtzymari · 2 years

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So, I've decided to write a cute little introduction to my blog to explain the basics abt my characters and what they do in the story:

So currently all of the people in the rehabilitation program are:

- All the workers of the casino (Excluding The Devil because, well, he's The Devil for starters, but also because no one knows his whereabouts)

- Cagney Carnation (Mans def needs anger management, and his sadistic tendencies aren't helping his case.)

- Baroness Von Bon Bon (Let's just say it how it is. This woman is a tyrant.)

- Beppi The Clown (Honestly, he's giving 2016 clown invasion vibes, but he'd prolly just volunteer to be there to piss off Bon Bon let's be honest.)

- Ribby & Croaks (Come on, did you expect me NOT to put them here?)

- Rumor HoneyBottom (Basically for the same reason as Baroness)

- Cala Maria (There seems to be a trope of very bloodthirsty women)

And last but not least

- Phsycarrot/Chauncey (This is just cause of his vibe idk)

Now to talk about my OCs roles in my AU:

Dolly Stitches is a living voodoo doll who knows a lot about witchcraft and baking. While most of the time I draw them you can see them wearing the signature gloves, outside of that they're probably wearing pink oven mitts (Very Classy) They mainly keep the others from fighting because they can get pretty hot-headed at times, with baked goods and stuffed animals!

Sunny Starshine, a living embodiment of the sun, has special expertise in starting brawls, she often heats up to unbearable amounts when angry, and even steams up sometimes. Despite this they also can also be very cheery and upbeat, it mostly depends on the day. And while it's a 50/50 on safety when you're around them, it's worthwhile because of her ability to connect with people.

Moony Starshine, Sunny's sister, specializes in getting people TO GO TO FRICKEN SLEEP. Moony is chill and easy to entertain, so she often gets distracted by a simple thought in her mind. an avid daydreamer that helps people sleep and allows them a tidbit of rest.

And this rehab was mainly created cause inkwell jail literally sucks

Wow that's a lot lmao, anyway feel free to question all you like

ok bye

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moonydraws · 4 years

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So, I've been working on a head shot series of all my WoW characters, since I have twenty 120s. This is only the first four - technically five, since I have one character played by two classes - and I should have more in time!

So far we have (right to left): Jozeline Moltenhorn, dark iron dwarf warlock; Dream, lightforged draenei mage; Maybury DelaCroix, human rogue/hunter; and Abbrasia Deathspark, gnome death knight.

More will come soon, but this is what I've been working on as of late!

#moony draws #world of warcraft #gnome #dwarf #draenei #human #moony's wow characters #moon guard

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luci-cunt · 3 years

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Me: *going thru my notebook and checking all the boxes of to-do lists I forgot*

Me: “self care self care self care self care”

#listen #lkjas;dfjasldfkj ranboo's character is a personal attack on *me*#no I will not elaborate #all u need to know is that I lost my notebook the other day and almost had a panic attack #ask moony they were all the call #aksdjf;lkasjdf #just 'oh yes i'll write this dow--where is it'#anyways #wow overstimuation is so much fun #my screen is so hyperfocused and blurry at the same time #I think my heads gonna explode #and im just not doin so hot chief #music is--so much rn #but not having music on will make me eat my own arm #so #whoop #luci doesn't shut up

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padfootastic · 2 years

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okay so ik @impishtubist’s sirius & harry saturday has already turned into sad sirius sunday and i’m v late but i’m stubbornly posting this still (does the little bit of grief in between count for the latter?) set in my kiddie harry universe. sirius as an overly attached, overprotective dad & harry as the cutest kid on earth.

The first time Harry asks to go to a friend’s house, Sirius damn near has a panic attack.

It’s not like he keeps the kid locked up like a prisoner, okay? Harry goes to a primary school—he’s made friends there and everything—and they have regular visits out into the muggle world,, along with the occasionally wixen day trips, preferably abroad because the English counterparts still treated Harry like a character out of a book rather than a human and that was the last thing he wanted for him.

It’s just that…all of those are supervised trips. Sirius is always there, and in the event that he’s not—like school—there’s people who’ve been thoroughly vetted and approved who are. So he’s a bit paranoid, sue him. It’s not like he doesn’t have good cause for it. Harry’s just a baby, couldn’t even protect himself yet, how was he supposed to be safe out there—all on his own?

So when he comes home from primary one day, bouncing excitedly on his feet, a piece of paper clutched in his chubby fist, Sirius has no reason to be concerned at first. He can only smile at the excited display in front of him.

“Whatcha got there, Harry?”

“Is an ivitashun!”

“A what?” Sirius blinks, looking closer at the paper.

“Ms. Kate said you call people with it.”

“Call…people…” Sirius mutters under his breath, trying to figure out where Harry was going. Sometimes his interpretation and the general meaning of a word was, well, vastly different, “Oh, an invitation!”

“That’s what I said, silly Siri,” Harry giggles, booping Sirius—who’d crouched down to his level—on the nose.

“Sure you did, baby.” Sirius runs an affectionate hand over his messy hair. “Where’s the party?”

“Emma’s house!”

Oh.

Emma’s house.

Sirius didn’t realise there was an actual party. He was under the, apparently mistaken, impression that it was a school event and they were making it a thing. To hear that it was at someone else’s house, no matter a classmate, was…jarring, to say the least.

“Is it her birthday, babe?”

“Uh huh! She’s turning six,” he says in a tone of wonder, the way kids do sometimes where they whisper things a little too loudly.

“Oh wow, that’s so cool,” he replies in the same tone. “Can I see the invitation, please, Harry?”

The paper is thrust in his face and Harry goes running out the living room, presumably in search of a snack. Sirius doesn’t pay it much attention, mind more focused on the ‘Your kid…Harry…is invited to Emma’s supercalifragilisticexpialidocious—‘ what in merlin’s underpants did that mean? ‘—sixth birthday bash! Bring yourself and a smile’ Well. That was appropriately cheesy for a kid’s invitation.

But, and this was important, it didn’t say anything about things of actual importance—like what was the security going to be like? How many people would be there? Was Sirius invited along with Harry and if he wasn’t, how rude would it be to just barge his way in and stay there? Because it wasn’t…he didn’t think he could just leave his kid like that, not in a way he hadn’t had a chance to thoroughly examine.

Okay, if Lily was here, she’d probably tell him he was being too ridiculous and this was just a kid’s party and you can let him go five feet away from you, Sirius but she wasn’t here, which means he can be as overprotective as he wants.

Step one, therefore, is finding out what the appropriate etiquette for these things is. A quick phone call to Moony — ‘My school wasn’t as posh as this, Padfoot, we just kicked each other around in the mud’ — that’s more unhelpful than not and another to Ms. Katherine where his eccentric upbringing excuse was still going strong, he has the information he needs. Parents weren’t just invited, but also expected, which calms one part of him down.

The next was to figure out what an appropriate gift for a to-be-six year old girl is. He decides that one is better left to the person in the house who actually knows said girl, so he goes looking for his wayward godson.

Finds him sprawled stomach-side down on the rug in the living room, rubbing his face back and forth across the soft fur lining. Sirius can’t help but smile at the sight- it was remarkably similar to how he’d nuzzle against Padfoot.

“Harry,” he says, lying down beside him.

“Mhm?” Harry’s eyes are closed and there’s a blissful expression on his face. Sirius, who has his face half mushed into the rug as well, gets it.

“What kind of a present do you want to get Emma?”

A blink and a pair of emerald eyes peek at him curiously. “Presents?”

“You know, gifts, because it’s her birthday. Remember how I got you the Quidditch set for yours this year? And you made me that pretty card we stuck on the cupboard?”

Harry’s mouth opens in a prolonged ‘O’ and he nods quickly. “I love the ‘ditch set, Siri.”

“I know,” Sirius tweaks his nose playfully, earning a high pitched squeal in return. “So, what do we want for Emma?”

An adorably thoughtful look takes over his godson’s face—eyebrows furrowed and lips pushed out in a pout. “She…likes…games?”

“Oh?” Sirius encourages. “What kind?”

“She’s real good at running. We play hide ‘n seek aaaall the time and no one can found her,” Harry says excitedly.

“No one can find her, baby,” Sirius corrects. “Is there anything else she’s good at? Running’s a hard one to find gifts for.”

“Hm,” Harry’s pout extends further outward as his brain works harder. “Soccer! She plays with us at lunch. Miss Sia, from the other class, she told her to come in yes’day, and then Emma said ‘no, I wanna play!’ and then Miss Sia got real ang’y ‘cause she don’ like girls playing outside—”

“Who told you that part, Harry?” Sirius leans in. (Is this what his life had come down to now? Inordinate interest in primary school shenanigans?)

“Robbie,” Harry answers with a firm nod. “He knows all the teachers ‘cause he lives in the school.”

“He lives in the school?” Sirius repeats, biting his lip to stifle the threatening laughter.

“Uh huh, with his mummy and daddy, they live in the up floor.”

“Right—So, uh, Robbie told you Miss Sia doesn’t like it when girls play outside?” Sirius tries to bring the conversation back on track, the residential situation of Robbie not a concern at the moment.

“Uh huh.”

“And then Miss Robbie asked Emma to come in when she was playing soccer with you guys?”

“Uh huh. But Emma din’ go ‘cause she wanted to kick the ball an’ it was her turn an’ it takes sooooo long to get the ball an’ if she went then it—”

“Woah there, babe, calm down,” Sirius places a hand on Harry’s back when he doesn’t pause at all, encouraging him to take a breath in between the endless stream of words. He pulls a face at being interrupted but does it nonetheless. “Do you think she’d like a soccer ball of her own to play with, then?” Sirius asks, when Harry’s breathing has come back to normal and his face doesn’t look quite so red anymore.

“A soccer ball?” he echoes.

“Mhm, like how you have a little broom like mine and daddy’s, right? Emma can have a little ball like the one grown ups have.”

“Woah,” Harry’s glasses make his wide eyes look even bigger, like looking at a microscope and Sirius doesn’t resist the urge to coo, not this time. He leans forward to grab the boy with both hands and with a twist-and-turn manoeuvre, manages to roll onto his back and plop the kid on his stomach.

“Siri!” He claps his hands in glee at the sudden change in altitude.

“Harry!” Sirius bounces him a few times before he settles, bringing Harry down to lay down on his chest, his head tucked under his chin and tiny fists curled along his sternum. He presses his lips to soft, black hair in a gesture somewhere between a kiss and a promise.

A mini soccer ball it is.

A few days later, godfather and godson, wearing matching leather jackets and denims, stood outside Emma’s house. Sirius had worn his usual assortment of rings, bracelets, and jeans—finding himself partial towards the ripped, skinny ones that were popular these days—with his hair up in a half bun. Harry, upon seeing his beloved godfather, had sat his butt down in his nursery and proclaimed he wouldn’t move until he got the same treatment. So, a few minutes and some creative magic-ing later, you had a miniature Sirius Black in his very own monogrammed leather jacket, jeans (neither ripped nor skinny, thank you very much) and butterfly hair clips pushing his not-long-but-definitely-unruly hair out of his face. Sirius had peppered his face with quite a few kisses before they’d even stepped out of the house. It wasn’t his fault that he had such an adorable godson, was it?

“Padfoot, can I, can I, can I, pweaaaaaase?” Harry’s close to bouncing on his toes in excitement, craning his neck to look at the house as if he can see through it.

Sirius hefts Harry into his arms in answer, being careful not to knock the glitter-wrapped ball or the host’s gift in his hands. “Careful you only ring once, okay? We don’t want to be a nuisance.”

“I’m never nu’sance!” Harry replies, affronted, but obediently presses the button just once. Sirius takes it a point of pride that his five year old godson knows what the word means to be affronted by his usage of it. He kisses his cheek in wordless apology just as the door opens and a tall brunette steps out.

“Hello!”

“Hi! I’m Harry Potter and me an’ Emma are in the same class and we play soccer together and she called me for da party today,” Harry says in one single breath before starting the next one. “She gave me an in-va-tashun and all too, miss. Is she here- I don’t see her.”

“Maybe you would if you let Emma’s mum get a word in, baby,” Sirius says, lightly chiding. He shoots an apologetic look at the other woman who only snorts in repose with a wave of her hand.

“You forget I have a motormouth of my own, Mr. Potter.”

Sirius winces, burying the lance of pain before it can make itself known on his face. “Black—that is, I’m Sirius Black, this one’s godfather. Please call me Sirius. I’d shake your hand but—” he shrugs helplessly, showing his occupied arms in the action.

“Sirius…” she repeats thoughtfully, looking between him and Harry. He wonders what she sees in that moment, with them looking the way they do. “I’m Rosalie. Come on in, please.”

“You’ve a lovely house,” Sirius says, carefully bending down so that Harry can stand on his own two feet while not dropping their presents. “We got you a little present.” He extends the longer, distinctly wine shaped box to her, watching as she takes it in grateful surprise.

“Oh, but you didn’t have to! It’s not my birthday, after all,” she smiles, both at him and Harry. It’s the latter who answers, however.

“It’s polite when you visit, Miss!”

Sirius smothers a smile when he sees the effect his words have on Rosalie. She visibly melts, almost putting a hand on her chest if it wasn’t for the bottle, and thanks the two of them again.

“All the kids are in the garden outside, and there’s a little patio there with chairs and the like for us parents. My husband Gerard has a barbecue set up out there.” Sirius, keeping one hand on Harry’s shoulder, guides them in the direction Rosalie points them to, depositing the gift on a nearby table where similarly wrapped packages are stacked.

When he reaches the patio where everyone’s gathered, there’s a good amount of adults overlooking the ground where a mini army of kids are…doing…something? He squints, trying to get a better idea, and almost immediately makes the executive decision to not go there because he can see someone being buried in the ground and someone else pelting others with…mud cakes? Yeah. No thanks. He’ll just sit calmly and cleanly with the other guardians, he thinks with a silent shudder.

“You go have fun, okay?” he kneels in front of Harry, making a cursory attempt to get his hair to lie down flat. “I’ll be right here if you need me, darling.”

Making he’s feeling a bit more affected than he realised if that term slipped out. Hm.

“I know, I can see you, silly Siri!” Harry shakes his head at his godfather’s abundance of caution before pressing a kiss to his cheek and running off towards the site of chaos. Sirius stares after him with a pinched look until he realises he’s being ridiculous, Harry isn’t going anywhere other than the closed garden, and he’s just being an overly attached, codependent mess right now. So he stands up and walks over to one of the empty chairs, calmly sitting down and not dropping into it like he wants to.

“Hello,” he nods at the assorted guardians sipping on their—wine coolers and mimosas? Some people are having fun, at least.

“Hi,” one of the guys leans forward with an outstretched hand and that leads to a chorus of greetings and introductions. Sirius settles back with his own glass of cola and a polite smile, opting to observe the kids—one in particular—rather than mingle with the others. He’s trying to go for a cool, detached vibe but he suspects his grip on the glass is rather telling.

A loud “Are you okay, Sirius?” distracts him from his intent perusal. He turns to look at one of the mothers looking at him in concern and smiles at her.

“Yes, yes, of course. It’s just—this is Harry’s first party and I don’t often see him around kids his age.”

“Oh?”

“Well, I know he has friends, Miss Katherine keeps me updated on that but this—” He nods towards the laughing gaggle of kids who’ve moved on to something that involves various balls, a net, and three separate kinds of bats that he can’t make any sense of. “—it’s pretty novel for me.”

He can almost hear the ‘awwww’ his answer garners and barely represses a grimace. So much for not coming across as an over attached weirdo.

“Well, we meet up pretty often with the kids—parks, theme parks, day visits and the like, so you’re welcome to join us anytime.” she smiles kindly and and it’s…such a small thing but Sirius is hit with a wave of gratitude so hard he’s almost dizzy with it.

For the past few years, he’s been doing this thing alone—he hasn’t regretted a minute of it, not when it was the only option that gave him the chance to be with Harry, to see him grow up like this—and it’s been…tough, to say the least. He has minimal contact with others in their world, only occasionally enters wixen spaces because he’s so deathly afraid of someone coming near Harry. Remus comes by occasionally but he’s travelling, more often than not, and Sirius doesn’t have it in to fight for his attention the way he used to, not when he’s trying to parent full time in an unfamiliar environment. Some days, Sirius feels like he’s drowning and there’s not enough air in his lungs to keep him afloat. The grief of being not just lonely, but alone is too heavy to bear. Some days, he feels like he’s failing not just his godson but his dead best friend whom he promised his life and soul to. How can he take care of Harry the way he deserves if he’s barely living himself?

It’s why the innocent offer of kiddie dates has his clearing his throat alarmingly loud. It’s an olive branch he hasn’t received before, not in the barren landscape he’s found himself in.

“Thank you. I…I really appreciate that,” he says, trying but unable to express how much it means to him. He’s saved from trying to justify his disproportionately emotional reaction by an excited Harry barrelling straight into his knees.

“Siri, Siri, Siri!” he chants, fingers curling into the rips of his jeans. “Guess what?”

Sirius taps his chin with one finger, exaggerated look of concentration on his face. “Hmmm. The sky is purple today?” Harry, bless him, actually looks up to check that one before shaking his head rapidly. “Okay, is the ground made of chocolate?”

“How can ground be choc’ate?” Harry asks with a look of confused wonder thrown over his back. It’s the look of contemplation that gets Sirius, who immediately backtracks as he realises the possible consequences of his words.

“No no, it can’t be. It was just be being a dum-dum, babe.” He leans forward to pluck Harry off he ground, seating him comfortably on his knees. “Will you please tell me what’s up now?”

Harry leans in close, conspiratorial grin on his face. “Emma said she wan’s to p’ay soccer after we eat our food.”

“Did she, really?” Sirius gasps. “That makes it convenient, doesn’t it?”

“Uh huh,” Harry nods his head so hard he almost falls back, if not for Sirius’ hand coming to rest protectively over his back, large enough that it covers most of it.

“Woah, you’ve to be careful there, baby. What if you fell over?” Sirius frets, tightening his grip on his godson and looking him over carefully. He didn’t fall, but that didn’t mean his heart wasn’t in his mouth at the near-miss. Instead of Harry laughing it off, or telling him he was being silly, though, he gets a large pout and crossed arms in response. He blinks, taken aback.

“Padfoot, no!”

“…No?”

“I’m not a baby. I’m a big boy now.” Harry had the most serious look on his face and Sirius doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. His baby boy, five years old, and already claiming to be too grown up for pet names. What next, he’d pack a suitcase and leave without a goodbye?

He looks helplessly at the other parents—surely they’d know how to deal with this—and feels a prick of betrayal at the smiles they were trying to hide into their hands and behind their drinks.

“But…ba—honey, that’s not fair,” Sirius says—not whines but says in a perfectly adult-like tone.

“Not fairs?” Harry squints.

“You’ll always be my baby, what would I do if I can’t call you that?”

“But—but Emma and Char’ie and Ria aren’t babies,” he pouts, hands fiddling with the dog tags around Sirius’ neck.

“Did they tell you that?” Sirius asks gently, waiting for his kid’s nod before leaning down to place a long kiss to his brow. “Well, they’re not my babies, that’s for sure. That position’s only for you, my love.”

“Even if imma big boy?” Harry mumbles under his breath, fingers now firmly twisted into the silver chain.

“Especially if you’re a big boy,” Sirius confirms. He smooths a hand down Harry’s side, squeezing comfortingly. “And I bet if you ask their mums and dads, they’ll say the same thing.”

“Really?” Harry looked up at him with wide green eyes. Sirius nods, nudging him towards Rosalie, who’d been watching their interaction with a small smile playing on her lips. “You can go ask Ms Rosalie, if you want.” Harry chews on his lip for a second, contemplating, before letting out a firm nod and ‘Otay!’ One final squeeze and Sirius lets him clamber off his lap and towards the hostess.

“Ms Rosie! Ms Rosie!” he calls, adorably butchering her name though her smile says she doesn’t mind. “May I ask you a thing?”

“Of course you may, Mr. Harry,” she replies with an equal amount of seriousness in her voice.

Harry leans in close, turning his head this way and that, perhaps to check for eavesdroppers? “Is it true that Emma isn’t a baby no more?”

Rosalie covers her mouth with one hand, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Well, I know she thinks so but can I tell you a secret, Harry?” His godson nods eagerly, head dipping even further. “Between you and me, she’s still my baby, even if she’s six years old.”

Harry gasps, looking at her with wide eyes before turning back to look at Sirius who’s been watching the whole thing play out. He winks at him and Harry’s mouth falls open a little.

“That’s an adorable kid you’ve got there,” he hears from the space next to him and answers without taking his eyes off his kid. “I know, he’s the best.” Just as he does, Harry comes running back to him.

“Sirius!”

“Harry!” he echoes.

“I speaked to Ms. Rosie—”

“I spoke, love.”

“—Mhm, tha’s what I said. I spoke to Ms. Rosie and she said,” he leans in close, and though his whisper’s loud enough to be heard by everyone it’s the intent that matters, “that Emma’s still a baby.”

Sirius spreads his arms in a ‘there you go’ manner that Harry interprets for a hug—not that anyone’s complaining—climbing onto him like a portable jungle gym and making himself comfortable on his lap.

“So, are we agreed then?” Sirius tweaks his nose. “You’re still my baby?”

“I suppose.” Harry heaves a great sigh, and the sound of it is so incongruous to the tiny body it’s emanating from that Sirius was lost to raucous laughter before he’d even realised it.

#sirius black #harry potter #good godfather sirius black #sirius and harry saturday #listen this literally ran away from me it was supposed to be a drabble #now it’s over 3k of literally pointless fluff like wtf #i was having way too much fun with this universe #there’s a gratuitous overuse of petnames here #and sirius being so smitted w his baby boy #also am i trying to create an army of irrelevant one time use ocs that would give sirius the support he deserves? mayhaps #none of them r too important in the larger scheme but they have roles to play #also toddler/kid speech patterns r still foreign to me #so forgive continuity errors pls thx #this entire thing started from me wanting to write harry saying ‘i’m not a baby #i’m a big boy’ and sirius just being. floored. just : o #i think i’ve succeeded?#also i hope i conveyed the vibe that sirius and baby harry can go on for hours uninterrupted #no issue is too big or small for them #harry isn’t the only motormouth in this household ;)#pen’s writing #pen’s favourites

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♡︎𝙹𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜!𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚢!𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙.. ( 𝙶𝙽 )♡︎

A/N: Okay so.. Normally I don't write with characters that are from FNAF, but I've been having this self indulgent Sun/Moon brainrot-. Since I couldn't help myself I wrote this dumb post. This was supposed to be a drabble but it ended up much longer than anticipated ( I'm so sorry! )

♡︎𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎: I'm really sorry if this is ooc! I've never really done written works with Sun/Moon, but I did try my best! I hope you enjoy!

( ♡︎𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚝!♡︎ )

♡︎Okay, so I've been thinking about this concept where Sun and Moon are separate animatronics instead of being one of the same 'being'. And that the reader is an animatronic as well!

♡︎So basically imagine the reader being this new animatronic brought into the daycare and introduced to Sun and Moon! They both accepted you into what they call their home ( although Moon was a bit hesitant, but warmed up to you eventually! ). Not only did they like you a lot, but the kids did too!

♡︎You were progammed to entertain kids sort of like the Glamrocks do, except you were directed towards a younger audience. So in a way you were like, another daycare attendant!

♡︎Sun immediately fell for you, and he fell HARD. Moon took his time, but he also felt the same way a Sun. Eventually they both agreed to share you! ( despite being programmed not to fall in love, they somehow concluded that sharing you was an okay thing to do- )

♡︎( before you arrived ) During the daytime, Sun would take care of the kids, while Moon stayed hidden away, ( 'asleep' ) resting until it was his turn to take over. During the night ( or in this case ) nap-time, Sun would hide away where Moon does and rest, while Moon makes sure the kids were asleep.

♡︎But things changed once you officially became a daycare attendant.

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"Wow! Would'ya look at the time!" Sun exclaimed. "Alright kids! It's nap-time! Clean up, clean up everyone! Mr. Moon will be here any minute now!" Sun's loud voice echoed through the daycare, as the children scattered all over the area, tidying up as much as they could.

You were carefully picking up some toys that the kids had left on the play mats, and placing them back in their rightful spot.

"Come now children, it's nap-time, it's nap-time..~" you hummed. "Gather around, get nice and comfy, snuggle up with a furry friend, it's time for a nap..~ Time to go to dream land..~"

All the kids layed down and snuggled up with their blankets and pillows, while you and Sun picked up the rest of the remaining toys and tidied the area a bit more before the lights turned off.

"C'mon Sunshine, we have to go now, before Moony comes and gets mad at us!" Sun whispered, but was loud enough for you to hear.

"Alright! I'll be right there!" You said as you followed suit. Sun led you to his and Moon's room, it was divided into two parts for both of them to share. You have been here only a few times, but you don't exactly remember much since it was always for a quick moment.

Sun's part of the room had the walls painted yellow, hanging on said walls were some cute little star-shaped fairy lights. The walls had many drawings of him made by the kids and lots of stickers. There were pillows, blankets and many stuffed animals scattered on the floor. You could say Sunny's room is somewhat.. messy.

While as Moon's room had the walls painted a dark blue with stars on it. He had a couple of pillows and blankets as well, but of course he kept them organized. Moon's room was more simple, yet it lacked design. ( Nonetheless, it was their room, so they decorate it as they please. )

While you arrived to their room, Sun had been holding your hand the entire time. He didn't seem to notice it, not that you really mind. However when you went inside, Moon was just getting up from his rest. He turns around and softly glares at you both; it seems he did notice the two of you holding hands. ( yet he won't comment on it- )

"Hello Moony! Did'ya sleep well?" Sun asked, a smile evident on his face. You could tell, he was practically bouncing with excitement.

Moon could only groan in response as he stretched his limbs.

"..Not as well as I would've wanted but I can manage.." He said in a low tone.

Sun frowned at his response, yet he moved closer to hug Moon, still holding your hand.

"Aww Moony! I'm so sorry! I hope I wasn't being to loud again!" He whined.

"..Don't worry Sunny, it's not your fault.. Now you should get some rest while I deal with our little friends.. You should rest too Starlight.." He smiles softly.

"Okie dokie! I'll be right here if you need me, okay Moony? Now go have fun!"

"Yes, you have fun now Moon..~"

( if Moon was able to blush, you would've seen it by now.. How cute.. )

After Moon was gone, you were left alone with Sun in their room. He drags you over to his side of the room and shows it off.

"Ta-dah!!! This is my room! Do you like it?" He says while doing jazz hands.

"Of course Sunny, it's very nice" you chuckle.

"So what'dya wanna do now Sunshine? We can paint and color, or maybe.. play hide-and-seek! Though there's not much place for us to hide.." He continues to ramble on and on about activities you could do together, but it seems he had completely forgotten what Moon had just told him.

"Um.. Sunny?" You spoke, while waving your hand at his face trying to get his attention.

"Yes, Sunshine?" He looks at you, tilting his head to the side.

"Shouldn't you be resting? Like Moon said?"

"Oh right! I just can't.. I don't want to rest!"

"Why not?"

"I can't seem to fall asleep when you're around! I just get so happy when you're with me y'know!" He smiles, taking both of your hands in his. "When I'm you, I never want the fun to end! I wish I could spend all the time in the world with you!

"Sunny.."

"I know, I know! I should just listen to Moony.."

"Wait-.. Why don't we just stay up a little longer, hm? Will that make you feel better?"

"Yes! It will!" He exclaimed. "So what can we do then? I have lots of ideas but why don't we do somethin' you wanna do!"

You close your eyes for a moment and think. All of Sun's activities are quite fun, but right now it's time to rest! If only there was a way to keep him still.. Oh!

"Why don't we cuddle?" You suggested.

"Cuddling you say? Hmm.. That does sound fun! I've just never done it before!"

"Really now?" You tilt your head with curiousity.

He nods eargerly. "Nope! Moony and I, we just hug sometimes, and that's all!"

"Well that's a start Sunny! Here let me show you..~"

You sit him onto the pillows and blankets, he squirms a bit as he tries to get comfortable.

"Now.. Can you lay down for me, please?"

He nods and lays down. You lay down next to him, and slowly you wrap your arms around him. He sort of freezes, and doesn't really now what to do with his arms.

Gently, you take his arms and wrap them around your body.

"I-Is this okay? Am I d-doing okay?" He stutters.

"Mmhm.. You're good.." You hum.

"Oh goody!" He exclaims. "This really is fun!" He giggles.

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Moon was surprised to see that the kids were actually behaving this time. Normally he'd deal with a trouble-maker or two during nap-time but tonight, everything seemed calm. Just as he was about to relax for a moment, he heard soft giggling.

Giggling? Where was it coming from?

None of the kids were doing it, they were all asleep! Then who..?

"Sundrop..!" Moon angrily whispered.

He made his way back to their room, the giggling only getting louder.

"..What is he doing! He should be resting!" He grumbled. "..Naughty, naughty.."

When he arrived he was met with you and Sun cuddling, the two of you were talking about stuff that happened in the daycare, making you giggle at Sun's remarks.

"..What on Earth are you two doing?!"

"Moony! Oh, you're back so soon? Is everything alright?" Sun smiled innocently.

"..Don't play coy with me.. Everything is not alright! You... You are supposed to be resting! Not doing this..!" He signals at the two of you cuddling.

"Oh! Well.. I just couldn't rest! I was just having a nice time here with our Starlight!

"Yes Moon.. We weren't doing anything wrong.. Besides Sun wanted to stay up a little longer..~"

"..Naughty, naughty... You shouldn't be up so late.."

"Why don't you join us then Moon? You seem jealous after all..~" you teased.

Your question had caught him completely off guard. Sun nodded in response.

"Yeah! What our Starlight said!" He huffed.

"..I-.. First of all.. I am not jealous..! And as much as I'd love to.. Stay with you two, I can't.. I must attend to the kids.."

"Aww c'mon Moony! Pleaseeeee! Just for a little bit? Pretty please?" Sun pleaded, looking at Moon with big puppy dog eyes.

Teasingly, you decided to join in. "Pretty please Moon..~"

"..Alright, alright fine! Just for a few minutes.." He grumbles.

"Yay!" Sun exclaims, lifting his hands in the air.

"..Oh hush up!"

Moon layed down beside you, wrapping his arms around your body, holding you tightly as if he doesn't want to let go.

"See? That wasn't so bad right Moony? Now we're all together! Isn't that fun?"

"..yeah.. I guess.."

"Good night you two!"

"Good night..~"

"..'Night.."

A/N: Oml this is so badd- it's crappy- it was a lot cuter in my head. Oh well, enjoy this garbage I wrote- ( I promise you I won't write anything else like this for a while anyway sjsjjs )

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♡︎𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝♡︎

#by neko loogi #do not repost #imagines?#sun x reader #moon x reader #sundrop x reader #moondrop x reader #drabble #( this sucks )

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