hey can you hold this guy for a sec
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Tiny Eclipse, tugging on Moon’s pants: Love me?
Moon: No.
Tiny Eclipse, tugging Moon’s arm: Pleeeeeeeeeeeease? Uppies?
Moon: NO!
Solar: Come on, little man. Uppie. *plucks him up like a sack or potatoes and holds him*
Tiny Eclipse: *pleased noises*
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Sorry Eclipse. You’re banished to the knickknacks shelf for the moment. Your enamel is still sticky and you need time to cure and gather a little dust.
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*hugs Lil Eclipse after seeing him starting to cry*
It's okay.
Sad hugs in gator golf, it seems this new body is affecting him more then he wants to admit..
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A pfp for a gremlin named Tiny Eclipse
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spotted a tiny moving line on the basement wall from the treadmill just now and hopped off to investigate, peered closely at it for a second only to realize it was a millipede and I could leave it alone, got back on the treadmill and went about my business. this was probably really funny from the millipede's perspective
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"You’ve met the Fools of Fate"~
@pure-plum Latest Weal and Woe chapter was so sweet I swear my soul melted a bit from reading it :'3 Honestly Eclipse seems so nervous there, I genuinely just want to hug that anxiousness out of him xD
Tho here I made him look a little more malicious. Gotta think twice about that hug hehe :>
And some process under the cut cuz why not x)
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Moon: I’m starting to think you two aren’t telling me something.
Sun, hiding tiny Blood Moon and tiny Harvest Moon behind his back: What? Nooooo.
Lunar, hiding tiny Eclipse and tiny Kill Code behind his back: That’s preposterous.
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What would Y/N do is Orca!Eclipse was having a panic attack?
He would try to hide from your sights and deal with it on his own, panicking and struggling with the squeezing pressure in his chest that makes him wonder if his heart will simply stop and he will float belly up, dead. He can't be seen as weak. That's not attractive. That's not going to make you stay. But you would find him anyway.
You're bewildered and alarmed watching the orca siren flounder as if he were under attack, but he couldn't be. He's the apex predator of the Arctic. You finally beckon and perhaps even touch him when he thrashes beside the ice. Your gloves slide down his slick skin but you take him by the face and hold him still, speaking softly to him. You don't know what's wrong. You only know his eyes are wide and wild, darting everywhere but you.
Softly, calmly, you tell him everything is alright. He's safe. He's going to be okay. You're here. You don't want him to be scared or hurt or alone. His breaths are off-tempo and hitched like he's drowning above the sea. Your thumbs softly stroke his cheek while he slowly clings to you, his claws pressing so tight to your coat that you're afraid he's going to puncture the fabric. Instead, he slowly drags himself onto land and pulls you against his wet chest. This time, you don't fear it so much.
He curls tightly around you, clinging to you like a child. Even stranger, he's silent. He's so terribly quiet and you fear that he's gone into shock or something of that nature. You keep talking to him, telling him things about photography and other places you visit, anything to keep him grounded with your voice. You don't think you make any sense or you sound boring, but when you pause for a few seconds too long, his arms begin squeezing you. You continue, and he gradually uncoils from whatever is gripping him.
You ask if he wants to talk about it. He says no. He just wants to hold you. He begs you to stay, to not leave him. He doesn't want to be alone again.
So you stay with him in his arms until he's almost back to old himself.
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I'm holding up half a 🫶 to tiny eclipse what does he do
He will complete it
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