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aka-indulgence · 1 year

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The Moon gets his Snacks

Hi……………… moon Sans is back :> time to fulfill his request.

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I can’t believe I’m really going there again.

You fly with trepidation, wishing you had one of your sisters to accompany you. But you aren’t sure if you should even tell them of your encounter with the Moon. Perhaps some of them have guessed that you’ve met the fabled Moon god, or that you were simply terrified of the moon- like many others. You told them you didn’t want to talk about it, which you didn’t. Thankfully, none of them pried further.

You carry a little rucksack with you, filled with the offerings you received back on earth. You had to be discreet, so none of them saw you take more than usual. You blessed the family who gave you the offering with warm sunlight before you left- once more for the moon.

You had tried to ignore it… to ignore his call. To leave his request be. You weren’t his servant, you didn’t have to do it. You succeeded in waiting for a week before you eventually caved. It was a bad idea to go see him again, you knew it. You weren’t even supposed to see him in the first place. Why couldn’t you be like everyone else, ignored his presence, keep him as a myth, to let his memory fade to darkness like his moon did?

When you were in darkness, that space between earth and sun… you could see his eyes, the vast expanse his hollow sockets. Did he really just wanted to see you again? Did he have plans for you?

When you tried to rest, to sleep, you had nightmares of him breaking out of his prison to find you.

And also… others, where you were just watching him, sitting in his prison.

Lonely…

All too soon, you’ve arrived at the moon. You thought you’d be ready for the moon’s silence when you arrived, but it’s just as jarring as it was when you first arrived.

You were already in the temple, hesitating for a moment before you descended those stairs, back towards his prison. You’re not sure which was worse; going down the stairs with no expectations of what might be jumping out at you, or knowing who was waiting at you at the bottom of the stairs, yet continuing.

Your light spread across the floor from your feet like a drop of sun in a pool of black. Your heart races as you glance to his prison. It looked like… nothing was there. Just darkness, staring back at you. Not like it was dimly lit- it was just black, beyond those bars. You brighten your light, but it doesn’t penetrate.

“M… Moon…?” You call softly, your voice tiny and afraid. Visions of Sans, having broken his chains and escaped his confinement flashed through your eyes.

For a moment or two you stand there frozen, leaning closer for a sign beyond those bars.

Then suddenly, like lightning, two eyelights appear right in front of you.

“boo.”

“AAH!!” You startle, jumping backwards. You almost drop your rucksack, before you quickly snatch it over your chest, quivering.

The moon god chuckles, the darkness around him falling away like receding clouds.

“good night, my light.” His dark voice calls to you. “careful now… don’t fall over,”

He looks amused, seeing you flash hotter for a second, a retort on your mind that you keep to yourself.

“i’m flattered… honored, even. that the illustrious daughter of the sun has graced me with her presence once more,” Sans bows his head to you. It felt… odd, to have such a powerful god bow to you. What is it do the gods do when they were bowed to? … Just… bow back???

So you do.

“Y… you requested me to,” was all you answered.

Sans doesn’t comment, instead eyelights sliding over to the rucksack in your hand. “could that be…?”

You walk closer to the bars (as close as you were willing to, anyway) and open up the rucksack for him, showing the goods to him. They were bun cakes, some with different fillings.

Sans closes his sockets, taking a whiff. He makes a quiet sound of pleasure (that rumbles your chest anyway), and starts to openly drool, his eyelights intensifying when he opens them again.

“the treasure… gold on the moon.” He mutters. “are these… offerings from earth mortals?”

“Yes, Moon Sans.”

A flash of… something, comes across Sans’ eyelights.

“mm… i see. so the sun daughters receive offerings from the humans. often, i presume… you seem to love them so much.” He chuckles, but you don’t hear happy humour in it. “imagine… not receiving an offering for eons. not being able to taste food, for eons.”

You felt a pang of sympathy hunger at the Moon god’s words. No, the gods didn’t need to eat. But the idea of not being able to come to earth, to the human’s temples and shrines to receive those wonderful offerings, to not eat… you shudder at the notion.

“I’m… sorry.” You say, at length. “It sounds… cold, and lonely.”

… You meant… you were talking about the lack of food, but he way Sans’ eyelights flick to you, his grin lowering…

“Uh-” you cut through, “you, you can have all of this, if you’d like.”

The Moon god’s eyelights flick down into the rucksack. Then they slowly drift back up towards your face, as if expectantly, as his grin comes back, wider, slowly, into something devious.

“my dear sunlight, would you care to feed it to me?”

You stifle your splutters.

“I-I-” ahem, “Forgive me, can you… say that again?”

“please… hold it for me so i may bite into it.” He explains, as if it wasn’t a ridiculous request, feeding the Moon god-! “excuse me, i’d rather not eat the moon’s dust.”

You look at him. He has that same pleading look you saw the last time you were here. You saw his claws, just behind the bars, all four present, on the floor.

“N…” you start to say, then see the way his sockets start to narrow.

Those eyes.

“....Yes.” You settled.

He’d… started staring more intensely.

Shakily, you took one cake out of the rucksack, placing it beside him. In case.

Maybe he’d be more likely to grab a bun instead of you…

As you bring the bun to his face however, you stop short of his mouth.

“But!” You try to be firm, pulling the cake back threateningly. “I’ll feed you so long as you don’t grab me, or… or try to b-bite my hand off!”

There’s mild surprise on Sans’ face, staring at your tiny display of bravery(?) in front of him. Then, his eyelights start to glow more… softer, somehow, and he chuckles, mischievous smile back on his face.

“i accept your conditions, starlight,” Sans coos, “heh… i promise i’ll do my best to restrain myself.”

At that, he bites the air, staring at you, and… well, that did wonderful for your confidence.

Thank you, oh merciful Moon god, You say sarcastically in your mind. You bring your hand closer to the bars. … It felt like, you could feel the chill from inside the prison. Like Sans himself had the power to make you cold just from being near him. He was looking at your hand expectantly, even as they stop shy in front of the bars. His gaze flicks back up to you.

Your other hand is clutching your scarf. You take a silent breath and… break the invisible barrier.

When the cake is in front of him, Sans seems to have lost focus. His sockets widen, as does his eyelights, the black pupil becoming more visible. You could feel something akin to sweat on your hand, doing your best not to jitter too much as the Moon god takes bite after savoured bite of the cake. You could feel his breath on your hand. His fangs were so close, your fingers wanted to twitch away every time he bit. His whole face looked as if they were glimmering in your sunlight, his eyelights becoming especially radiant. He closes his sockets, pulling his head back.

“mm… MM!” He moans, his smile nothing short of ecstatic.

“so sweet… so warm.” He says, and you… aren’t… entirely sure if he’s talking about the cake or…..?

You could only imagine what it must feel like to him, the explosion of taste and flavors on his tongue as he indulges on this humble treat. For a god who’s been stuck on the gray, lifeless moon, with nothing except the moon’s dust, to have something so… so much, so suddenly. You’d expected him to be ravenous, but this was a nice surprise.

You have newfound appreciation for your little bun cakes. They weren’t the most glamorous offerings, but you enjoyed them, and that was enough for you.

“simply heavenly, sunlight.”

After a few more bites, with Sans seemingly contemplating every each of them, Sans suddenly asks, saying your name.

He sounded more serious. “why have you… come back, little light?”

“H…huh?”

The Moon god casts his eyelights to the side. “honestly, i wouldn’t blame you if you never came back. i would have chosen so. why didn’t you? are you… naive? foolishly brave?”

You frown, pulling your hand back a fraction. The Moon god looks into your eyes, like he could read every thought your mind has every made.

“... i think, neither.” He answers himself, “i think… you have a heart that’s too big for your own good, little light.”

Your mouth falls open involuntarily. How… how do you respond to that?

…

Then, his tongue slithers over your finger, licking you.

You shriek, dropping the cake on the floor, yanking your hand away as if it got burnt, stepping back far enough that you were sure his hands couldn’t reach you. Sans laughs, not quite as cruel as the one where he lunged at you- but still striking fear into your heart. Even as you flap your arm, trying to get the feeling of… his tongue off it.

“quick to startle aren’t you, little star?”

“Y-you!!” you keep the embarrassed flush off your face, the prison glowing brighter than before. You keep your tongue, remembering the fearsome reputation of this god. “Moon Sans, you promised-”

“i did not grab you. i did not bite you. i kept my promise.” He says, solemnly.

You stare at him, clutching your hand. Even more, when he licks his teeth.

This…. this man!

“you’re a delicious little treat, my light.”

You frown at him, backing away more. He seems to realize he might’ve frightened the cute little bunny that had tried to trust him, as you look at the stairs for your escape.

“no… please, sunlight, stay with me?”

You stand there for a moment, seriously considering ignoring his request. But, “I’m… I won’t feed you this time, Moon Sans.” you say, apologetic tone.

He smiles easily at you. “that’s fine. i’ll eat these myself.” He grabs the almost-finished cake on the floor, and… grabs more with his extra three hands.

The cakes are a success, at least.

“but… please… will you stay longer? until i’ve finished.”

The smile on the Moon god’s face is… less than threatening. Trying to convince the little bunny to come back to his hands, no he won’t do anything this time!

You want to leave. Just like you wanted to a week ago.

But against your better judgement that even the Moon god knows no one else would do… you stay.

#moonlight #update #sans: *malevolent god in the darkness*#sans: *sees you* time to be A Shit #djskds it was one of those ‘the characters write themselves’ moment #i planned more… AAA and then sans turned to be real mischevious #heheh #aka writing #also!!! llamagoddess thought of the 'naive or bravery' line!!! my bff is so cool

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bylertruther · 11 months

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do you ever think about how will probably wishes he was braver?

that he could tell mike the truth about himself without having to speak in code. that he could stick to his guns when he's been wronged and stand up for himself rather than tucking tail and turning the other cheek. that he could be less shy, less sensitive, less cowardly, and maybe then his loved ones wouldn't forget about him as often as they do.

maybe then they would pick him first, rather than leaving him for last. maybe then they would want to hang out with him and hear what he has to say. maybe then they would treat him like they used to, like he can still take care of himself just like they can, instead of like a fragile little thing that they pick up only when they need him. maybe then they would care about him as much as he cares about them. maybe then he wouldn't doubt that it could all come crashing down once they know who he really is, and always has been, because the rest of him would've been enough.

like, maybe he wishes he didn't freeze or run away so much. maybe he wishes he wasn't so afraid all the time, of every little thing. that he could be brave like mike, el, or his mom. i mean, el's been through so much, too. why can't he be more like her? why does he have to hide behind her? he hides behind her when the monsters come crawling back, and he hides behind her when he can't bring himself to say what he really means—even after getting on her case about it.

he spent so much time on that painting. he didn't let anyone see it—it was that special to him. why couldn't he own up to that? there's no monster in the van with him; it's just him and mike and this painting of the party, nothing inherently incriminating or romantic, and still—he can't help himself. he retreats back into the shadow, shrinks into himself, and tells lie after lie to the person that he never lies to, that he knows doesn't fucking deserve that, just because he's too scared.

of course he'd feel like a mistake sometimes. of course he'd hate who he is (if That script is to be believed), when he can't even talk to the one person that would understand without lying straight to his face, over and over again, like a fucking hypocrite. of course he'd feel so lost without the person that tells him it's okay to be this way and shows him that there is indeed strength in it. of course he'd hate who he is when he's encouraging someone to be true and speaking about their courage, all while being incapable of taking his own advice, and giving the credit for all of his love and efforts and emotions to someone else.

so many people died to bring him back, so many people died just because he didn't stay dead when maybe he should have, and for what? so that he can continue to hide rather than live his life? so that he can turn into a "worse" version of himself? so that he can live in fear? so that he can continue to ache for a past that he can never return to, while everyone else moves forward and berates him for not doing the same? time stopped in the upside down when will went missing, and he's been stuck there ever since, too. too much has happened for him to move on from. too much has changed—he's changed. he's too different now, in every way, and the older he gets the more clear it becomes.

of course he'd feel like a mistake. of course he'd hate who he is. he's the common denominator here: in his loneliness and in this war. the boy who came back to life when others didn't. the boy that got possessed and couldn't fight it. the boy that turned into a liar and a coward and must learn to live with it, even if it's at his own expense. the boy that can't let go of the past and whom the past won't let go of either, because even after everything, he's still connected to this great evil that won't let him go. they got it out of him, and yet the tether remains, because of-fucking-course it would.

just—why? why him? why can't anything ever go right with him? why is he always the outlier? i think that overwhelming amount of fear, shame, grief, guilt, exhaustion, and loneliness would wear anyone down, let alone a teenager that never asked for any of it and has experiences so unfathomably unique that the only other people that could have possibly understood are literally dead.

#will byers #byler #mine #long post #will #anyway. this is how i always interpreted the i hate WHO i am line especially in conjunction with the word ''mistake'' + being different #within the context of EVERYTHING that's happened to will and continues to happen to him and how unique it is to him in this narrative #bc rly. if you were will.... wouldn't you feel like a mistake? even outside of that outside of the supernatural i'm speaking to my #friends that have ''Something Wrong'' with them. when something happens to you and you're not the same after and you're surrounded #by people who are able to move on and be normal—don't you ever have those moments where you feel like a mistake? when you're #growing up and still interested in your same old interests but your friends start moving on and then you see that they went back to #those interests in your absence—don't you feel like you were the problem then? when people are able to be brave and you can't #find it within yourself to overcome your fear—don't you hate that feeling? don't you feel that negativity towards yourself when you #know that you SHOULD do something but you can't bring yourself to and it works against yourself? like. everything that has happened #to will E V E R Y T H I N G !!!!!!!!!!!!! can easily make anyone no matter what part of him you relate to the most understand that #u kno wht i mean? anyway. i jus wanted to bring this up bc his life is a fucking tragedy even without the gay stuff n his current pov on th #and the way that That conversation always centers on fear and bravery it's like. obviously being gay is not easy in that era but i don't #think that line is ''i hate being gay'' with no factoring in of the great many things that have happened to him which alienate him further #as well as with how he does want mike to know and his alan turing poster and his talk with jonathan etc etc #his conflict has always centered around how other people treat him and his issue with that bc that's what makes him feel bad #that just because he's different that doesn't mean that he's Different and must be treated as such #he's different and has people that make him feel BETTER for it like look at s2 for example all of those talks abt using what he perceives #as a weakness abt himself as a strength that no one else can bring to the table. and in s3 when he still believed in being a nerd #and never getting girlfriends etc but when it came from mike thts when he called himself stupid n started down this path bc now #there's that sprinkle of doubt. n tht doubt is the scariest thing in the world—understandably so #also. he literally has an evil monster in his brain like bdkfjhsbkdjhfbskj IT'S JUST A LOT.#he is different for many reasons and has even more reasons to hate Who he is the kind of person that he is #jus my take 😁👍

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crysthemist · 4 months

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So I’m working on something that might get finished, might not, but I’m super excited about it.

So session 7 of secret life was a zombie apocalypse of boogeymen right? Imagine that but an animatic to the song Hollow Moon by The Crane Wives.

Anyways, I’m halfway through the storyboards! (Don’t judge them harshly this is my first time storyboarding an animatic ;-;)

I think it’s looking really cool so far lol. So excited to start animating (I have next to no animating experience. Most of my knowledge is theoretical so this can only go amazingly lmao)

#secret life #life series #trafficblr #traffic smp #traffic series #traffic life #geminitay #this is gonna be great #there is a fine line between bravery and delusion #and I am walking that line like a tightrope

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01tsubomi · 28 days

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if seto kousuke has a million fans i'm one of them. if seto kousuke has 5 fans i'm one of them. if me inside and i can laugh, our hearts are one and i'm leaving the past. maybe even now my heart that's saving others is something closer to "brave". if seto kousuke has zero fans it's because i forgot it was his birthday

#sometimes it does feel like it's just me remembering this one anime boy's incredibly earnest and impactful song #there's that trend i think mostly on tiktok about like 'these are the songs nobody understands like me'#so i made a playlist for that. shounen brave is the immediate shoe-in #just the other day i was listening to it and got hit with the 'i think i can call 'a heart that saves hearts' 'bravery'' line again #kagepro is so....obviously not totally down to earth and so that's even a little dramatic for real life but it still really hits #thank you jin for making kagepro and for making shounen brave happy birthday seto kousuke #personal

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monstrous-spice · 2 months

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The full character sheet of Bravery by @ttournesoleil

#artistic nudity #My OCs #OC: Bravery #orc #orc girl #monster girl #cool lines #cool design

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atlantic-riona · 12 days

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hot take but I think a lot of current fantasy has lost the "what the heck" nonsensical vibes and that's why a lot of it is so bad

#people are so obsessed with 'being like tolkien' that they forget that a key part of fantasy #is the magic and wonder and inexplicable occurences #some things we need to accept on faith and move on #like you don't NEED to understand the mechanics of portals to other worlds or magic #or have a logical realistic fantasy realm #it's fantasy!! it's by definition UNREALISTIC and WEIRD and INEXPLICABLE #tolkien himself said something along the lines of 'if you explain how it works #it's not magic anymore'#(somewhere in on fairy stories I think)#but the point is that I actually could not care less about whether your fictional languages and histories etc etc #are realistic or sensible #if I wanted to read about a different culture or language or place I'd pick up a regular fiction novel #fantasy means that there's magic and things beyond our ken #lots of things will not and should not make sense #(logically. they should make sense in terms of fantasy)#(paraphrasing from sir terry here but it's unrealistic and nonsensical #for the third brother to succeed or for the sword to be pulled from the stone or for kindness and bravery to always win the day)#(but in a fantasy that is what makes sense; the illogical)#someday I'll write up my discord rant on modern fantasy as a true essay but it is not this day lol

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pekoeboo · 4 months

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crying because i'm thinking about the Nuance involved with my characters and their backstories and the complexities of good intentions vs selfish behavior causing harm to others and i CANT EXPLAIN ALL OF THIS via art or writing. HOW are people supposed to know how complex and deep these characters are if i dont draw or write it out tho!!!!!! ugh

#i have rarely talked about khalan's past in particular #there was a big backstory post i made a while back but a lot of that info is outdated now #but just thinking about his backstory again made me appreciate how nuanced it all is. the idea of like #leaving an abusive relationship for your own personal health being done in a way that is actually harmful to yourself and others #and the question of what is the fine line between a selfish act and an act of bravery??#khalan's whole situation with his dad is so. fascinating to me because jal was genuinely a terrible person #and very seriously hurt his son both physically and emotionally #but also. khalan choosing to be defiant by leaving home ended up having horrific consequences #since he didn't ensure that someone would be there to keep watch over his dad in his absence #and jal got turned into a zombie because of that #like!! khalan was right to get out of that abusive relationship of course but also. he was wrong to do it in the way he did #and i love that he messed up. i love that his way of going about it wasn't a clear-cut 'right' thing to do #aNYWAY i could go on.#but i won't #there's way more to this that i just can't get into but it's been on my mind right now and i had to scream about it #text post #probably delete later #my ramblings #khalan

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eassbees · 2 years

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If All The Quarry Counselors Had A PowerPoint Night:

Dylan - “Who Would Play Each Of You In A Movie About Us”

Emma - “TV Shows My Friends Would Be The Lead In”

Jacob - “Rating Places I’ve Cried”

Laura - “How You Would All End Up In Jail”

Ryan - “What Song Each Of You Would Be And Why”

Kaitlyn - “Things That Make Me Angry But I’m Not Elaborating”

Max - “What Type Of Mother Each Of You Would Be”

Abi - “Why Birds Are Scary”

Nick - “Ranking You All On How Long I Could Live With You Before Going Insane”

#Dylan’s is in fact based on his bravery line #dylan leviny #emma mountebank #jacob custos #laura kearney #ryan erzahler #kaitlyn ka #max brinly #abigail blyg #nick furcillo #the quarry

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vulnerableagendaofdeath · 8 months

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"I like the scars because I like the stories. Bravery, stupidity, pain-none of them come free."

— Jessica Martinez, Virtuosity -

"Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive."

Damage (1992), Dir. Louis Malle (via wnq-movies)

"Survivors have scars. Victims have graves."

— unknown

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morninkim · 1 year

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Rise of the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers - The Green Ranger

The Power Rangers refuse to accept that killing her is the only way to free Tommy from Rita’s control, determined to find a way to end RIta without risking their friend.

One by one, over several battles with the Dark Green Ranger, the team are able to summon their Dino Zords, all inspired by a comment made by Billy when they first found the Power Coins. Once all five are summoned, they make a last stand, taking down Rita’s Dark Dragonzord with their newly formed Megazord, the Rangers fight on the ground, urging Tommy to fight her, don’t let her win!

Zack cries out, holding her back from the rest of the team, “Tommy! Don’t let her decide who you are! You decide that!”

Jason on her other side adds on, “You’re one of the strongest people I know! Fight her!”

Trini supports, disarming the Dragon Saber from Rita’s grip, “You have to be brave for us! For yourself!”

Billy, staff of the Power Lance pinning the Dark Green Ranger to his stronger teammates, “We’re not giving up on you! It doesn’t make sense for you too either!”

Kimberly rushes into Tommy with all her strength, wrapping her arms around her so tight that no power in the known universe could break her grip, face pressed into Tommy’s chest, “Please, you have to come back to us! You have to come back to me!”

From then on, Tommy officially joins the team as the Green Power Ranger.

#rotmmpr #mmpr #mighty morphin power rangers #power rangers #tommy oliver #green ranger #my art #me: i'm not gonna write out whole summaries with every design #also me: what if i just straight up wrote the team pleading with tommy to break rita's possession hmm-#i see EXACTLY how the scene would play out in my head and it makea me wish i could animate #and god. thinking about kim's ''come back to ME'' in particular hurt me heart i can hear the voice crack and the quiver UGH #each of the rangers lines to tommy in the scene would also have significance to either a future or past arc with her #eg zack saying she decides who she is is bc of a past interaction where he helps her with insecurities surrounding #still engaging with masculine interests as a trans girl by showing her that he still maintains some of his feminine interests #from before he transitioned and that's totally okay! no one else gets to decide what you can and can't do!#trini mentioning bravery ties to tommy helping her come out to her mom later on #stuff like that #...........i need to write out those season summaries lmao #initially i did also try having the purified dragon shield be silver so gold would stay associated with the evil empire but #that didnt look quite as good #anyway i love this design and it looks SO GOOD with the rest of the team especially

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