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vampires......but....domestic
the AU belongs to @xitsensunmoon pls go check out their art the boys are so silly (and maybe a little bit deranged)
i wrote some drabbles based off of these!!:
sun and moon!
vampires......but....domestic
the AU belongs to @xitsensunmoon pls go check out their art the boys are so silly (and maybe a little bit deranged)
i wrote some drabbles based off of these!!:
sun and moon!
drops art and disappears for a month
OHMYGODPHMYGODOHMYGOFHEJAKRIDKAKAKSOWJDNSNSNSNSJWWJWJ I LOVED THIS GAME. AND YOU ARE TELLING ME IT GOT UPDATED?!!??!???? LETS FRACKIN GOOOOOOOOOOOO \(★ω★)/
7/8.
Soon.
😳
Let me tell you something
Sometimes you wake up in the morning and you dream about kissing robots.
That’s it, that’s the whole thing.
Detail shots under the cut since some of them are too ✨spicy✨
Verdict? Moon uses tongue send tweet
Following a promt list I found on Pintrest I present thee with sleepy Moon cuddles.
"Sleeping In"
Okay, genuine question.
If I wrote a y/n x daycare attendant story, where the reader came from a family of rich business people and straight up buys the Megaplex. Like, they could have any other company, but they went "This one, this one riiiiiiiiiight here!". And then they slowly fix the plex's problems, and upgrade and renovat the place.
Like........would yall read that.
Following a promt list I found on Pintrest I present thee with sleepy Moon cuddles.
"Sleeping In"
Interlude: The Sign, pt. 2
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Part 1 , Part 2 (you’re here!), Part 3 (soon)
See comic under the cut:
Slowly Learning (That Life Is Okay)
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A Little Night Music AU
I’m still writing it, never fear, it’s just slow going. I have this habit of writing completely out of order—especially since this story is based in music, and my song fixations are fickle AF.
(Excerpt from a far-away chapter) We’re Talking Away:
Moon stared at your phone—but to your dismay, he didn’t move to take it. For a moment, you were afraid Sun had been wrong—that not even this kind of olive branch would work.
When he finally moved, you nearly jerked back. He paused. Watching you. Reading you. Moon touched down onto the carpet. Then, he touched the phone at last. And he scrolled. For the longest thirty seconds of your life.
When his hand slid from the device, you frowned at his selection. It was the track you’d been looping since your talk with Sun. He’d been listening.
“…You sure? You’re not bored of this one yet?”
His eyelights shuttered briefly. Then nothing. If you didn’t know any better, you could have mistaken him for an elaborate art installation; standing like a mannequin in the neon light. His stillness in these moments still unnerved you just enough. Which was likely their intention, regardless of the fragile bridges you were rebuilding.
He lifted a hand—the lack of bells nearly startling you; an unpleasant reminder of how you got to this point. But you didn’t flinch. You promised. You waited.
Moon’s faceplate rotated, slowly, the gears clicking mutely. And slowly, gently, his fingers touched the edge of your phone again.
Tap. Tap.
You huffed.
“You’re the boss.”
You hit play.
As the first wave of synth drums pulsed in your fingers, Moon lifted off the ground once more. He regarded you, ever silent—his eyelights glowing across your face. You searched for words. Something, anything, to keep this moment from ending—to delay Moon from taking off into the dark again.
And then he’s soaring. Twisted up in that cable like aerial silk, swinging, tinny laughter floating over the familiar synthesized music. Something in your chest unclenched. You couldn’t help a smile as he passed just a bit too close, brushing your shoulder, the point of his hat nearly hitting your chin. He twirled, hooking the wire around his foot, and swung by again. Like he’s remembering how to fly.
Show off.