#And sun and moon seemed the easiest

[fireflowersims]

Sims 2 "kiosks" aka: Someone stole my code and I am not happy

Okay, I'm gonna be honest about this because it's seriously bothering me. I hesitated to say something about this for a long time because I do not want to platform that code thief. I'm also not a fan of drama, I know how stressful that is for all parties and I normally try to stay out of it. Unfortunately, this theft just keeps coming back and seriously upsetting me so I have to say something about this.

My code has been stolen. To be exact: the vendor code from Sun&Moon. To be specific: a very specific version of the Laundry mod.

And by stealing, I mean passing off someone else's work as their own and encouraging others to utilize said stolen code.

Who did it? @sissysims

Sissysims stole the vendor code, made it into a "template" and even made a tutorial telling people how to use said template to make a "kiosk". After the publication, a number of people created "kiosks" using this stolen code. Notably: @simulationprincess and @grilledcheese-aspiration. I do not blame them from thinking it is a neat concept. Because it is. That's why we built those vendors.

It is seriously upsetting though to see our work going fully uncredited and sissy-sims receiving all the credit and praise. I have tried leaving a comment under her youtube video, but she must have hidden or blocked it, as it does not show up at all. She has also disabled private messages on her Tumblr. Basically, there is no way I can get in contact with her directly. So unfortunately, I feel like this is the only way to get my message out: in public.

But how can I verify that this is stolen code?

Good question. I have recorded a little video with my proof. One-take, no editing. Should she choose to try to scrub her evidence, it will remain up.

So why am I this upset about it?

I am upset because of a variety of reasons:

Somebody is passing off my work as their own. Not only disrespecting me, mind you, but also the others who contributed to the vendor, most notably: the amazing people who translated that vendor. Yes, it is because of translations that I know that she directly stole our work. She not only stole my code, she had the nerve to steal my own words as well! I can literally see the Dutch translation that I wrote myself in there and if that isn't pissing and shitting on my head, I don't know what is

Sissysims does not know what she is doing object-creation wise. The Sun&Moon vendor code is among the easiest Sun&Moon code there is. It is simple and elegant. She decided to make it a mess requiring multiple files for some guobforsaken reason. Possibly to make it seem like it isn't straight up stolen code, who knows. Just speculating. Regardless, someone who knows what they're doing wouldn't have done what she did to that poor vendor.

Sissysims does not have the basic knowledge of how BHAVs work. The vendor code she stole uses custom globals, (something that we always clearly indicate). Naturally, she does not seem aware of this. Anyone using her "template" (read: what did she do to my darling vendor 😭) risks getting bugs because sissy-sims is incompetent and doesn't know what she's doing

Sissysims is encouraging other people to use stolen code that she herself does not understand

This is an explicit violation of the Sun&Moon policy. And also probably why she didn't bother even mentioning us. Other "edits" she has done are credited. She chose of her own free will not to bother crediting.

If she has done it to us, who is to say she won't do it to someone else in the future?

She has a fucking merch store and clearly has aspirations to earn money from her Sims videos, monetarily profiting from - among other things - the stolen code.

So what now?

If you want to create a "kiosk", please don't use that mutilated template. Just reach out to me and I can teach you how to make a vendor. It's easier and technically set up much better than sissy's poor excuse of a "template". And if it turns out the vendor doesn't do exactly what you would like it to do, then I can help you figure out how you can code something that does tick all the boxes.

If you already made one, I kindly, humbly, request you add credit. It is quite upsetting to see my work going uncredited. Or better yet: reach out as well. The offer to teach you the vendor code to make something better is also open to you. I enjoy teaching people new things if they only ask politely and are willing to learn.

If there is enough interest, I can even release an official vendor template with instructions. Simple to work with, the only requirement being proper crediting. Let me know if you'd be interested in this.

If you're sissysims:

Reconsider your choices and most importantly:

✨May you step on a LEGO brick✨

[knavcsblade]

haiiii! i love you works sm and i was wondering if i could request a subby!transfem!arle x f!reader oneshot wherein we ride her to oblivion? it’s totally fine if you dont wanna^^ but if you do, thank you sm!

surrender.

+18.

cw: transfem sub!arlecchino x reader. praise. dom arle turned sub. choking, if you squint.

wc: 2.0k

summary: arlecchino is awfully exhausted, so you help her unwind.

a/n: well, this was interesting to write… it’s hard for me to see arle as a sub, so i gave it a little twist, i guess... also hi! i'm back

Morning, afternoon, evening—they all blurred into the same dreadful hell for Arlecchino. Whether it was the moon or the sun high in the sky, it didn’t matter. She always found herself stuck in drawn-out journeys across Teyvat to carry out her missions.

Yes, her job as a Harbinger was practically her entire life. But if she were to be realistic, she was still human despite the powers she wielded and took pride in. It all managed to leave her drained. Weary. She would be lying if she said it didn’t drive her mad every now and then.

And here she was, after months away, dragging herself into her private study at the House. Her limbs felt like lead, every step a silent battle against gravity which threatened to pull her down. It wasn’t physical exhaustion she felt, no. She had the endurance of a warrior forged in battle. But she felt hollowed-out. Depleted beyond the bodily sense.

As Arlecchino sank into the plush material of the artfully designed chair behind her desk, which sighed and dipped beneath her weight, her shoulders slumped. She was home, at last.

She wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep going like this—but she always did, out of habit more than will.

Her mind buzzed with static, thoughts coming slow and disjointed as she analyzed her performance back in a distant nation. But then, as if on cue, the door creaked open.

Her expression remained sober as you stepped inside. It was as calculating as that of a predator sizing up their prey, as it usually was. It belied the fact that she felt like a limbless creature at the moment. The sight of anyone, including yourself, interrupting her vulnerable musings… It wasn’t something she enjoyed much.

“Is there a reason you’re awake at this hour?” She asked after a stretched-out silence that threatened to consume the room.

“I was waiting for you.”

The statement made her eyebrow arch. She hadn’t exactly informed you of her arrival. Perhaps it was your own intuition that had led you to stay up, as if somehow you knew she would be returning that night.

To clear any impending questions she saw coming her way as you opened your mouth, she spoke again. Her voice was rough, unusually so as she interrupted you. “I’m doing fine.”

She gauged a singular reaction from you. A long exhale. She could already see the gears turning in your head, the way you shifted your weight from one foot to the other like you wanted to protest.

Which you did.

“Are you, now?” You asked, quiet concern lacing those three words.

Arlecchino already knew you weren’t the easiest person to deceive. No, not at all. Somehow you managed to see past her dismissals and refusals like they were nothing more than a fragile wall of glass blocking your path. As much as it served to infuriate her, it was a nice change of pace.

She studied you for some time. Those red crosses examined every last inch of skin your robe exposed, her forefinger tapping a staccato rhythm on her crossed leg. She took in the sight of blemishes, scars, and tender flesh silently. You were a pretty little thing. If she hadn’t felt so jaded, she would’ve given you what her body was already aching for.

When she met your gaze once more, her eyes narrowed. It was an imperceptible thing, barely a twitch of her eyelids. She still was unused to the way you didn’t mind defying her so brazenly. “It seems you are quite… observant,” she remarked. “I lied. I’m fatigued.”

You nodded at her admissal, already feeling triumphant deep down. As much as you wished to celebrate this win, since Arlecchino oddly revealed such things, you couldn’t. Not when you could now see it.

The woman had stamina for days—years, even. Seeing her there, sitting on her chair, gave you pause. You saw the way her eyes hooded slightly, the way her throat bobbed as she swallowed like her throat was dry, the way her chest rose and fell with each shallow breath.

You now knew you had a duty to care for her, just as she had been caring for you for months. As unconventional as this relationship of yours was, it wouldn’t be one-sided.

“I see,” you eventually said, your bare feet already beginning to lead you towards her.

She watched, transfixed, as the silky fabric rode up your thighs with each step. She was beyond caring for being discreet. As if she hadn’t had you moaning and writhing beneath her before. As if she hadn’t felt every ounce of your being under her palms and tongue in lazy mornings. There was no point in hiding her desire, and there never had been.

Once you gently guided her legs to unfold so you could straddle them, she snapped out of her daze. Your weight pressing down on her made it so her eyes flicked back to your face, all just to take in your lightly determined expression.

This was new.

Arlecchino always took the reins. She always guided, always led. This position is compromising, she thought, but she didn’t find it in herself to stop you. As uncharted as the territory was, she… liked it. As much as she could really like anything.

“What is this about?” She breathed out, her darkened hands finding their spot on the armrests of the chair the moment she felt that well-known stirring in her tailored pants.

Maybe she’d lost herself in the moment an awful lot. The tiredness she felt seeping into the back of her mind, adding the unexpected surge of want, produced a heavy cocktail in which she slowly began to drown. If you had given her an answer, she wouldn't have heard.

Not even the warmth of your hands pressed on her chest broke her out of it. Time blurred and warped right before her very eyes, and the throbbing ache she felt due to your closeness was more like a distant discomfort she couldn’t—didn’t—want to shake.

It wasn’t like anything she had experienced before. Every second of your open-mouthed kisses on the sensitive skin of her neck was divine in its own right. It was reverent. It was all she needed and never thought she’d deserve.

And then, the sudden heat enveloping her cock hit her like a stampede.

She blinked back the remnants of her trance. She could see your barely covered body, the way your robe had fallen open to reveal the tantalizing form she had worshipped inside and out several times. She saw it in a new light now.

She took in the valley of your breasts—which she had trailed her hand through like clockwork whenever she found enough time in her schedule—. The sight of your abdomen. The way in which your pussy engulfed her length and didn’t seem to want to let go anytime soon.

The faint glow of red her eyes cast upon your features only made you look more like sin and temptation rather than the human she had grown strangely fond of. And now, Arlecchino’s usually calm heart stammered in her chest for some unknown reason, like a caged bird flapping its wings and hoping to fly away.

“Don’t worry,” you murmured, voice filtering through her ears like a purr that sent a shiver down her spine. “I’ll take care of you.”

Then you moved, and her composure shattered to pieces.

The first roll of your hips was her undoing. She gasped, softly. It was barely audible to those without keen ears, but you heard it. You always did. It was as rewarding as a soft breeze on a warm summer afternoon.

As soon as your soft hands cupped her jaw just to close the distance, you gauged another reaction. A quick whimper. It was a brand new sound. A perfect, needy sound that sent a rush of desire coursing through your veins.

Arlecchino, on her end, was dissipating. She melted against your lips like ice cream under the scorching sun, like wax that sat too close to the flames and didn’t mind burning. The taste of that sweetness in your tongue was almost like an aphrodisiac to a woman like her—a sip for the parched.

Every delicious noise that escaped from her mouth, you swallowed it greedily. You bounced on her lap leisurely, which would’ve made her lose her patience on a regular day, but this wasn’t one. This was otherworldly. The feeling of your delicate fingers around her throat didn’t feel like a threat, but like the caress it truly was.

Once you picked up the pace, she moaned. Once. Twice. Then she was fully letting go. Then she was looking at the spot in which you two became one and let her hands fly to grip your hips. It was usually the controlling gesture she would give when in the throes of passion, but it was different this once. It was more relaxed.

“You’re beautiful.”

The suddenness of the comment made her gasp. Had she ever been called that? Had she ever been seen in such a vulnerable state, but didn’t feel like fighting?

She held you close, but didn’t lead. She surrendered beneath you and let you do as you pleased, because she was enjoying it. Because she could feel the knots she carried along with herself every day slowly untangling.

So there she was, eyes half-lidded as she watched her cock disappearing inside you with each movement, throwing her head back from time to time as the tip rubbed deliciously against your velvety walls. All you had to do was watch and stroke her pulse point with the pad of your thumb.

Each and every clenching sensation around her shaft made her nails dig into the flesh of your hips, merely as an instinctive reaction. She heaved, her vision blurry as she focused on the way your tits bounced so close to her face. She reached out, of course, strong hand cupping the swell of one of them before you grabbed her wrist and guided it back to your hip.

She was stunned for a beat. How dare you? She always touched. Always grabbed. But, oh my. This was thrilling. You were almost lucky she hadn’t the energy to protest.

She wouldn’t have, either way.

Even as you smirked down at her and then bit your lip to stifle a moan. Even as you leaned in to capture her lips in a searing kiss without permission once more. She held onto the pillowy globes of your ass and allowed you to suck on her tongue. If anything, it drew a sharp exhale from her.

Before Arlecchino even knew it, the usually silent study was filled with the sound of moans, deep breaths, and the creaking of the chair beneath your combined weight. She felt drops of sweat dripping from her temples and down her face, all just for them to disappear somewhere between where your palm met her neck and the column of her throat.

Then your movements grew erratic as your thighs trembled against hers, and she was already feeling like a live wire ready to snap. The coiled tension in her belly was almost unbearable, and so was yours.

All it took was just another roll of your hips. Just one singular movement that drew a sharp cry from the depths of your chest and a shaky moan from Arlecchino. Then you were spasming on top of her, and her cock sprung free from the tight grip of your cunt just for it to spurt thick ropes of cum.

Now you were fully drenched in more ways than one. Your body jerked in the aftershocks of an all-consuming orgasm that dripped onto the fabric of her pants, and her own fluids cascaded slowly down your abdomen.

It was an awfully erotic picture she wished to capture and never forget.

“Was this… your attempt at looking after me?” She breathlessly asked after a long pause.

You chuckled as your eyes flicked down to take in the mess you had created together. “Yes.”

She hummed. “Well… Nicely done.”

[divinewxrld]

pisces placements x hobbies

pisces sun

pisces moon

pisces rising

pisces stellium

12th house stellium

pisces lilith

You have to have an emotional outlet. No. It doesn’t have to be a career, but you need it to be apart of your routine. here are some things that can turn the stress and mundane into an outlet:

Listen to music

- this is probably one of the easiest ones to do. Music is so accessible. So make a playlist for every mood or just for fun lol. but make sure it’s high frequency and good for your soul. example: i like to listen to my childhood bops to get me to maintain a positive vibe or just positive instrumentals.

Journal

- ive been a consistent journaler for about 5 years. i don’t do it everyday but i mainly journal when im in a negative state. It helps put my mind at ease. It’s also beneficial long term, to see how your mental has progressed!

Scrapbooking

- this may be a little old school, but this is a good way of getting off of your phone and creating sentimental memories. you can also add your own creativity and admire it for years to come!

Poetry

- i look at poetry as the love child between traditional journaling and song writing. poetry is a unique and creative way of expressing your feeling and experiences. so give it a try and challenge your creative word play!

Record yourself sing ( just for you)

- now not everyone is a singer. but pisces placements are know to be very artistic and many can sing so if you do, do it and record yourself. keep the video/audio for yourself. make a playlist of yourself for yourself and keep it for your future self.

Paint

- painting can seem intimidating, but it doesn’t have to be. if u want to, just throw some color on a canvas and you’ll see u don’t have to be a professional to create a masterpiece. (or just watch some bob ross videos!🤷🏽‍♀️)

Draw

- learning to draw is so cool. it can be alittle intimidating like painting but it doesn’t have to be something that’s intricate. start with something simple.

Take pictures

-take pictures of everything. romanticize your life. make it interesting and make it fun. time moves fast, you have to capture it.

Watch comedic tv

- when i’m feeling down, i like to watch light hearted tv. and more than likely i get a laugh or two out of it. laughing is good for the mind, body, and soul. and it’s a natural cure. so watch something funny!

Watch low stim tv shows

-watching low stimulation shows can help alleviate some anxiety and level your mood (especially at night!) my personal favorite is bob’s burgers but there are many other low stim shows.

don’t copy/steal any of my work @divinewxrld ©️2025

[seafoamreadings]

week of march 9th, 2025

these are written predominantly for the *rising* signs but they are also intuitively "channeled" enough that they should work for any dominant energy you have! (try your sun if you don't know rising, or more advanced readers can try moon, anywhere you have a stellium, etc and see what works best for you!)

aries: let all this week be a reminder to you of the sacred in the mundane, and the sacredness of your own physical vessel as a spiritual entity. it's not aligned to be an *easy* week but it is set to be worth any trials you face!

taurus: not to frighten you but you may be facing what is sometimes called a dark night of the soul. and/or some serious escapism issues, especially by the end of the week. while it's tempting to hide from all the chaos, especially as such a stable, stolid creature, this is not the time for it. it's the time to be the unstoppable force yourself.

gemini: there's a lot going on but you personally (unless you have dominance in virgo or pisces.....) can get away with mostly focusing on mercury retrograde maneuvers. do this well and you will prosper, even if it starts off a bit rough.

cancerians: while you are certainly sensitive to eclipses it's also a time when you shine - you live in the volatility of the moon as your home. for everyone else, it's a rare shakeup. for this week's variation, after filling your own cup and affixing your own oxygen mask, help anyone you can. near you or far.

leo: joining venus retrograde, mercury retrograde in aries means delays favor you, tedious though they may be. have all the patience you can muster. at the same time, this week's eclipse is about money, worth, and values for you. plus all the resources you draw from including time, which is never linear anyway.

virgo: there's no getting around the fact that this is an intense week. intense is a little bit of a euphemism for pretty tough. as always, wonderful things can and will happen! but be ready for the hard parts.

libra: the appearance that certain relationships take hit after hit is, really, more appearance than anything else. some damage may be real, but the projection of 'reality' you are seeing is particularly warped at this time. most things are not what they seem, especially in your 6th and 7th houses. your mundane tasks and your partnerships.

scorpio: be prepared for a week in which nothing seems to go according to plan. it is meant to be a time of chaos, so lean into that and don't try to force order where it doesn't want to and cannot be. your daily affairs and your friend groups see the main mishaps.

sagittarius: both private and public realms get a shakeup this week and you may feel stricken with writer's block or just like you can't force anything through that needs through. in that case, slow down and turn inward, and live magically instead of logically, just for a little while.

capricorn: frankly you're not hit as hard by the eclipse this week as many will be although you may find it easiest to stay at home for a few days. on the other hand, mercury (and still venus) retrograde do affect your home life too. this makes it a good place for introspection and recharging, but not as good a place for productivity and action.

aquarius: you're not hit as hard as many by the (very intense) chaotic vibes of this week and yet of course, as always, certain realms of life are always affected. a full moon eclipse does you few or no favors financially, so exercise caution with money and resources - especially ones you share. mercury retrograde crosses some wires but it's nothing you can't handle with a little patience.

pisces: you may find yourself forgetting mercury is even going retrograde with the eclipse in your 7th house affecting you (and the sun in your sign) so strongly. your self-relationships axis is highlighted - or on fire. learn all you can from it and know that nothing is truly permanent unless you make it so.

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[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

COMING DOWN

Pairing - Jackson Rippner x fem!reader

Summary - When Jackson's on a comedown, he can't help but to find his way back to you.

Warnings - ANGST (AHHH), toxic relationship, break ups, attachment issues, past abuse, vague sexual descriptions.

Word Count - 1.7k

Notes - I hate angst.

The black Mercedes Benz flew down the empty highway within a blink of the eye. The sun had set long ago and Jackson felt the darkness infest his empty soul. Jackson was all alone with his thoughts again and it boiled his blood. When he smacked your number in again only to ring out, again, his polished shoe pressed harder on the accelerator. Knuckles as white as snow from his grip on the steering wheel, his teeth gritted together like rusting gears. Why couldn’t you pick up the phone? He knew you were awake, you were always awake. 

Typically, the consumption of drugs, alcohol and reckless sex only expanded the void. Increased the starvation of you. Those solutions never fix anything for him. The images of you flashed across his mind painfully. He needed you, again. 

As he pulled up to your complex, he almost jumped out of the car window from impatience. As he glanced up to your condo, he straightened his jacket, the side of his hand rubbing against his nose as he sniffed deeply. He pulled out your apartment key to get inside. Note, you moved into this condo after you had broken up. Yes, you did not give him this key. 

There was no need for silence, he wanted you to know he was here. The door creaked loudly, his shadow entered your home first. When it was confirmed that you were out of sight, he slammed the door shut. Gradually, the sounds of your footsteps increased so he threw his jacket onto the couch. The only source of light was the moon illuminating through the open windows. 

“Jackson” you sighed, your arms crossed over your chest as you leant against the door frame. 

He mumbled your name as he waltzed through your apartment, his hands running across your furniture. Nothing was in good sight, you could only see his figure, likewise to you. The both of you seemed to prefer it that way, the less seen was the less it hurt. 

“You didn’t answer my calls” he exhaled, leaning against the dining table, only a few meters away from you. 

The comment went ignored as you slowly approached him, only wearing your silk night dress that barely covered your ass. Jackson believed you did it on purpose, wearing those clothes to tempt him, as if he wasn’t already nose deep in infatuation with you. 

“How are you?” You whispered as you stood before him, looking up to him with those tortuous doe eyes and an innocent tilt of the head. 

No answer. The pain was coursing through his eyes, that much you could see. As you teased him by brushing the back of your hand over his thigh, he grunted. His hand ran up his face and through his soft hair as he tried to remain emotionless. The temptation to devour you in this moment was sickening. But Jackson’s ego wanted to stand in the way. His emotions often felt like a broken dog forced into obedience.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked softly, your hand rubbing against his cheek, his lips shifted into your hand as he inhaled the reminder of your scent. It was only ever the smell of sandalwood. He kissed your hand softly, his eyes closed. 

He never liked talking about his profession with you. Vulnerability was a man’s greatest weakness and Jackson was no ordinary man. Blinking back to his common sense, he pushed your hand away and straightened his posture, hoping to intimidate you. 

“Have you done something bad again?” You sighed, planting your hands on the small of his back. 

“Nothing new” he replied coldly.

It was easiest when Jackson was working. All of his distractions were pushed out of the picture. He was able to be his alter ego, a callous murderer whose only concern was a paycheck. However, when he sunk back into society, the morality of it all could hit him like a freight train. 

Your mouth sucked onto his bottom lip. He remained like a statue momentarily, unsure if he really wanted to do this. But he knew he’d always go away with it. He kissed you back passionately, squeezing your ass firmly as his growing erection poked against you. 

“Are you mine?” Jackson murmured, his lips trailing down the skin of your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps. 

“Yes Jackson” you admitted. 

He pulled back slowly as he tried to look at you through the darkness. His breathing slow but heavy as he let his darkest thoughts run free. 

“But you’re not really mine…” Jackson countered slowly. 

“No” you admitted through teary eyes.

“Why did we end it again?” He questioned. If his tone wasn’t full of despair, you’d call him out for sarcasm. 

Jackson knew why it ended, it tormented him. All because you begged him for love. Even though you had accepted him wholly, shifted your principles to be able to include him, he couldn’t give you what you deserved. When you reached breaking point, it pushed him over the edge, he almost killed you in a fit of rage. The guilt smacked him like a truck. You didn’t need him, at all. There was no dependance on him, you had a high paying job, a healthy social network of friends. You had a well off life, he was your only baggage.  

But your ex knew you had a soft spot for him. So he’d always come back, as if this was your shared home. Only because he missed your comforting touch, the warmth of being in your aura. Jackson would always crave your love, the only woman who would ever accept who he was. 

The attachment you were both stuck in - an endless loop - was sickening. No one else could compare to what sensations you have brought each other. Whenever the both of you thought of the concept of love, you thought of each other. But yet again, when you both thought of each other, it never brought positive feelings and emotions over your state of mind. 

His hand trailed over the scar across your breast, the cut he inflicted on you. As he felt the bump, his breathing hitched. A reminder that he could not ever keep his promises with you, no matter how badly he wanted to. 

“Jackson, when you go back to work you’ll remember why” you explained, your tone saddened. 

“What if I don’t want to go back to work?” Jackson brought up, his hands massaging your scalp. 

“You always do” you sighed. 

“I’ve been thinking about you… About us” he admitted, his voice powered by a glimmer of hope for change. 

“Are you still high?” you half joked. 

“No, no” Jackson assured, his lips pressed against your forehead. “I miss you” he confessed quietly. 

You shuddered out softly, the tears swelled at your orbs. Silence filled the dark apartment, you took his hands in yours and squeezed them firmly. 

“You say this every time” you judged. 

Jackson huffed at your answer and pulled his hands free. He shook his head to try to shake the thoughts out. When he took a step back, he stared down at you. 

“You’re not sleeping with anyone else are you?” Jackson questioned, his voice dripping with jealousy. 

It was typical of him to accuse you of that. Not that you had any more obligations to him. Likewise to him not having any towards you.  

“No” you answered blankly. 

It was a lie, he knew it was but it was easier for him to just go along with it. To live out the fantasy that you were both still dedicated to one another. A reality where you were destined for eternity. 

“I want to change for you” he declared. 

“Okay” you answer, a glimmer of hope that this time would indeed be different. 

But yet again, this happened every single time. Both of you just liked to deceive each other to be able to hold onto your past. Jackson Rippner will never change. His name was cursed even though you liked to pretend it was a blessing. 

Slowly, he kissed you again, murmuring against your lips as he remembered your taste. Slowly yet surely, you both spreaded across your bed. He kissed every inch of your skin, wanting to remember every detail of you. As he gradually striped himself, he climbed over your figure and pressed his aching cock to your gushing entrance. 

His hand slipped around your throat. He often wondered if his torment would end if he just killed you. With a gentle squeeze, he buried his large size inside of you. Your sweet moans relaxed his tormented mind as he exhaled in pleasure. 

“How do you want me to fuck you sweetheart?” Jackson asked softly. 

“Slow” you moaned slowly.

He kissed your heated cheek and followed your wishes. He fucked your senselessly. Hearing his name being moaned over and over again was all he wanted to ever hear again. The both of you climaxed multiple times. But you couldn’t get enough of each other. At the back of your heads, you both knew that this wouldn’t last forever. By the time the first peak of light appeared, your bodies were exhausted by pleasure. Both of you smiled weakly as you laid in his arms. As your consciousness tipped over into the depths of sleep, you confessed your undying love for Jackson. He laid stiffly, stuck in a loop of his most conflicting thoughts. 

When he woke up hours later, he squinted his eyes in the sunlight. Turning his head over to you, his cold features analyzed your warm ones. Breathing out slowly, he felt this invisible weight on his chest. Jackson forced himself to get up. Without awakening you, he dressed himself and crept out of your room, giving you one more painful glance.

As he slid into his seat and shut the car door, he opened his phone and looked at his notification. Another job, but these days he just found it as a way to escape the memory of you. He looked up to your condo one last time before speeding off.  When you woke up in your bed, yet again alone. The tears were uncontrollable as you hoped that this was the last time that he was coming down to see you.

[fastboatsmojito]

hiii moon!! can i get a farm or countryside au from the au list with lip? not sure why he would be doing it but... farmhand lip grrr

omfg THANK YOU for requesting this I was actually thinking about this au specifically the other day 🙂‍↕️

Farm/countryside au from this au list for my 100 followers party !

| a/n; threw in a little farmers daughter reader cus it’s fun

| cw; just fluff, fem reader <3

| wc; 540

Being the farmers daughter wasn’t all bad. Sure your days started earlier than usual and helping out with the animals wasn’t always the easiest. But the newest farmhand was making your life a whole lot more interesting.

The first day he showed up you paid him no mind, used to watching new men showing up around the farm and leaving after just a few weeks. Though you couldn’t blame them, always trying to catch your eye and subsequently being run off by your overprotective father.

This time was different though, he didn’t seem to notice you at all and it made him all the more intriguing. After a few days you decided to introduce yourself, draw his attention in the easiest way you could think of — bringing him a glass of iced tea.

It was warm even with the breeze October was starting to bring in, surely even hotter for him, sweat dripping down the back of his neck onto his tank top that was - at least at one point - white. You walked over glass in hand, the fabric of your dress dancing around your mid thigh.

He was working on one of the fences, fully concentrated, only looking up and squinting to avoid the sun behind you when you softly tapped him on the shoulder. You held out the glass toward him and gave him the sweetest ‘hi’ you could muster along with your name.

He took the glass with a nod, calloused fingers just brushing yours, downing it all at once like he hadn’t had anything to drink in days before handing the now empty glass back to you.

“Lip, thanks.” He said simply, wiping the condensation from the glass layered over his hand onto his blue jeans before getting back to work. He didn’t seem too interested in a conversation but you weren’t giving up that easily, leaning against the side of the fence next to him as he worked.

“How is it?” You asked, question only half finished before he looked up at you again, fingers still occupied against the fence.

“Working here, I mean.” You explained. He made you nervous — squirmy under his gaze, words stuck on the tip of your tongue and all. He stood up, once again wiping his hands off on his jeans like that was doing anything but making him dirtier.

“Look, you’re real sweet an’ all but I’m not here for a girlfriend.” You crossed your arms after he said it, offended that he would even assume you were offering.

Though if you were honest, seeing his arms flex when he copied your pose wasn’t unattractive. The dirt on his hands, the scowl on his face half reserved for directing the sun away from his eyes, the way he was still trying to be respectful when turning down an offer he hadn’t even been given. You had to take it upon yourself to ignore the thought of you cleaning him up, giving him someone to be distracted by.

It might take a few days of oh-so-innocently bringing him over a glass of iced tea and compelling him into a conversation before his resolve wears and you’re getting a better feel of the rough palms of his hands, but you were certain this one would stay.

[echantedtoon]

Which Breathing Styles Would The Demons Use Realistically??

I've seen a lot of artists and writers interpret different breathing styles in swap aus or any aus where the Demons are slayers. However realistically speaking which actual breathing styles would they use that aren't made up ones? First let's break down breathing styles-

WHAT IS A BREATHING STYLE?

According to the kny Wikipedia page-

Breathing Styles are swordsmanship styles that makes use of an esoteric breathing technique known as Total Concentration Breathing practiced and taught by members of the Demon Slayer Corps and are used in combat by (later passed on as traditional dances post-time skip).

All known Breathing Styles currently taught within the Demon Slayer Corps are derived from , the first one ever created. The majority of known Breathing Styles mimic a certain element of nature (i.e. flame, water and wind) and replicates it with the user's movements, techniques and abilities. The weapon attacks of Demon Slayers who use Breathing Styles are also longer ranged, possibly due to shockwaves or air pressure generated from their weapon itself when swinging and striking.

ORDER OF BREATHING STYLES AND THEIR CREATION

Again according to the sources, Sun Breathing was the first ever technique developed by Yoriichi Tsugnakuni and from it came the first six breathing styles used by slayers in the show minus Moon Breathing specifically only used by Kokushibo since developing it and transforming into a demon-

Stone Breathing

Moon Breathing

Thunder Breathing 

Flame Breathing 

Water Breathing

Wind Breathing.

From five of these breathing techniques, the various other breathing styles were created from them.

Flower Breathing used by Kanae Kocho and later used by Kanao Tsuyuri was derived from Water Breathing as was Serpent Breathing developed by Iguro Obanai. 

Insect Breathing was formed from Flower Breathing by Shinobu Kocho.

Beast Breathing self taught by Inosuke Hashibara and Mist Breathing used by Muichiro Tokito are derived from Wind Breathing. 

Love Breathing created by Mitsuri Kanroji developed from Flame Breathing. 

Sound Breathing created by Tengen Uzui was developed from Thunder Breathing. 

The breathing techniques used in the show's current time were all passed down either by teachers like Urokodaki or Jigoro, through families like the Rengokus, developed by others from the original styles, or in the cases of Kokushibo and Tanjiro, was only ever used for themselves or passed down by other various means such as the Hinokami Kagura dance developed presumably by Sumiyoshi Kamado, Tanjiro's ancestor. 

BASIC IDEAS ON THEIR BREATHING FORMS AND HOW THEY WORK

I won't be deep diving into every form every breathing styles has and I'll be excluding Moon and Sun Breathing for obvious reasons. Again all info comes from an info website Screen Rant-

Flower Breathing: Flower Breathing is said to be derived from Water Breathing and shares certain traits in common with it. While the numbering of the forms for this style indicates there should be at least seven, only five are used in the series, and the final form can cause blindness for the user. Kanao doesn't get a lot of focus, and as a result, Flower Breathing comes across as underpowered.

Insect Breathing: Because Shinobu isn't physically capable of decapitating most demons due to her size, this style relies heavily on poisons, mostly created from the wisteria that demons hate. Insect Breathing only has four known forms as well, limiting the options Shinobu has during battle. Shinobu's track record in battle with it is mixed, to say the least, so it seems like Insect Breathing has drawbacks when fighting anyone who's aware of its poisons.

Water Breathing: It's considered the easiest style to learn. The style is based around the flow of water currents and consists of 10 known forms, plus a special one created by Tomioka that only he knows how to use. Water Breathing definitely seems to be versatile, but it's lacking in the power department.

Beast Breathing: It has 10 forms, but given that they're all developed by Inosuke with minimal training, it's arguable whether they formally count. Beast Breathing surprisingly does have some non-combat applications, most notably his seventh form, Spatial Awareness, which lets him sense movement even miles away. Beast Breathing is not a sophisticated style but it does have raw power.

Flame Breathing: Flame Breathing involves emulating the flickering, burning nature of fire, and has at least nine forms, although only six are seen, and the ninth is allegedly exclusive to Kyojuro's family. As a style, Flame Breathing has some powerful attacks but doesn't seem particularly versatile, with none of the forms having use outside of battle. Unfortunately, Flame Breathing practitioners have a rough record on screen, pulling down what might otherwise be a very high ranking.

Serpent Breathing: The style is meant to copy the slithering and coiling movements of a snake. Serpent Breathing has five forms, all offensive. The fifth form stands out, however, as it's capable of generating enough power to decapitate multiple demons with a single swipe. Obanai also uses a very unusual sword, as his has a wavy blade that resembles a slithering snake. Obanai definitely proved himself to be strong, and presumably, his Breathing Style is responsible for this power.

Thunder Breathing: This Breathing Style emulates the speed of a lightning strike, allowing for rapid movement. Zenitsu only knows one form, but there are actually at least six, plus an original one Zenitsu created. The sheer speed of Thunder Breathing is one of its biggest assets, and Zenitsu has proven it's possible to push that speed to the limit, getting in a dozen or more attacks in one movement. It's difficult to defend against, making it one of the more powerful styles.

Wind Breathing: It uses swirling and rotating motions, like those of a cyclone, adding extra power and speed to attacks. It has nine forms, with most offensive in nature, although at least one has defensive applications. It's a surprisingly aggressive style, which is befitting of a battle-crazed slayer like Sanemi. Wind Breathing Style is designed around taking opponents out quickly, so it's fantastically powerful when used by an expert.

Sound Breathing:  It does make use of loud sounds, as the name suggests, Sound Breathing can help break an opponent's concentration. Only three forms of Sound Breathing are known, with only one having defensive use. This style also makes use of Tengen's unusual Nichirin, which is made up of two smaller, knife-like blades joined together by a chain. He also uses literal bombs as part of this style, which is definitely one way to increase its power.

Mist Breathing: The style revolves around the obfuscating power of mist or fog, concealing one's movements to confuse the enemy. Mist Breathing has seven forms, with one of those original to Tokito himself. Tokito was able to use Mist Breathing to singlehandedly defeat an Upper Rank demon, an impressive feat if ever there was one. Mist Breathing's ability to confound foes is an extremely valuable one when fighting alone, which is often the case for Demon Slayers.

Stone Breathing: It's inspired by the stability of earth and stone, with many attacks using the ground in some way. Stone Breathing has five known forms, which cover both offense and defense, making it the most balanced of all. Since Gyomei uses an odd axe chained to a mace as his Nichirin blade, the techniques are pretty unusual. Gyomei is known as the strongest Hashira in Demon Slayer, and his Stone Breathing forms are a big part of why.

DEDUCING THE MOST COMPATIBLE WITH PERSONALITY AND POWERS

Now that we have an understanding of how each breathing styles works, we can go on to deduce which current breathing styles would best suit which demon. I'll be taking into account their personalities as well as their Blood Demon Arts as often the powers they have are a product or extensions of their lives, example being how Nakime was a musician in life and thus her BDA revolves around her using a biwa to channel most of her power or how Gyokko's old life of being a fisherman's son shows in his mutated firm and BDA as well. 

Upper Moon One Kokushibo/Michikatsu Tsugnakuni: 

Flat out Moon Breathing. I don't have to explain how or why considering it was developed exclusively for himself when he was a slayer and there's no one he tried to teach it too to anyone's knowledge. 

Upper Moon Six Kaigaku Inadama:

Sane as Kokushibo I don't have to go in a deep dive as he also used Thunder Breathing before and after turning into a demon,

Upper Moon Two Douma:

Douma's personality is Apathetic to practically everything, and his BDA are mostly ice based to match his coldness. But he's very capable of fighting. He doesn't exactly fit many of the styles listed but the most likely style he would've obtained is Water Breathing, as not only is it the easiest style to learn but water flows despite feelings and he could even develop an Ice breathing based technique to match up with his ice BDA counterparts.

Upper Moon Three Akaza/Hakuji Soyoma:

All of Akaza's moves are martial arts based. With his styles and passion for fighting, Love Breathing might be a good fit but problem is he's not as flexible as Mitsuri even though he's seen flipping and dodging excellently in battle. Water Breathing again could be a good fit because of it's incredible flexibility for so many to learn as a lot of his movesets are also revolves around Snowflake imagery. Wind Breathing is also a good fit considering the many similarities between Sanemi and Akaza being battle crazed or Beast Breathing considering it's a double sworded style allowing Akaza to fight using both fusts. Ultimately though I think Love Breathing or Water Breathing would be better fits, with his either developing a martial arts style from Love Breathing or a snow or winter based breathing from Water Breathing. 

Upper Moon Five Nakime Otogawa:

Right off the bat Sound Breathing would be a good fit. Perhaps she wouldn't use double swords like Tengen does, but with her musical background she could develop a similar way to read moves like Tengen does and perhaps develop a second form of Sound Breathing suited for her. 

Upper Moon Five Gyokko:

Water Breathing hands down. I don't think I have to explain it with so much fish imagery and his background as a fisherman's son. 

Upper Moon Six Gyutaro Shabana:

Wind Breathing or Insect Breathing are both good fits for him. Gyutaro as a human was already confirmed to be a good fighter but with his skinny frame I doubt his human self would have the strength required for Stone or Flame Breathing for examples. Thunder or Wind Breathing are more speed based which could work for him, however when he fights Tengen many of his fighting involves him twirling or using cyclones of blood similar to Wind Breathing. Insect Breathing created by Shinobu is also a good choice as it relies on more thrusting speed and poison, and Gyutaro is known for his poison. Shinobu developed it due to her size and weight, Gyutaro being extremely thin without much weight could develop his own form of Insect Breathing as Tanjiro puts it, he fights like a mantis. 

Upper Moon Six Daki/Ume Shabana:

Love Breathing instantly comes to mind. Despite also being incredibly strong she mostly just relies on her obi limbs. However she clearly loves her brother very dearly, and I can actually see her using a ribbon dancer inspired style. Flower Breathing also fits with her forms constant depiction with flowers. Water Breathing is also a choice as it's flexible to learn. 

Upper Moon Four Hantengu +Clones:

Actually I don't know what exactly would be a good fit for him as he doesn't seem to match up with the compatibilities of most breathing styles. He's fast however and can disappear pretty easily so perhaps Thunder Breathing or Mist Breathing might be good candidates? Perhaps Water Breathing as, like I mentioned with Douma, water flows with or without emotion. 

Sekido:

Thunder Breathing and not just because of his lightning abilities. Sekido is actually canonically very fast despite how he usually stands there organizing the clones' attacks. His head turned to face Genya's bullet (BULLETS, ARE. FAST. Sekido would've had to turn faster or as fast as the bullet to see it coming) and considering how fast he caught up to Genya between the time he tried to decapitate Hantengu and when he appeared behind him. 

Karaku:

Wind Breathing or Love Breathing. I don't have to explain the wind Breathing connection so much but with his DBA already has his own wind cyclones and his speed, it's a good fit. Love Breathing is also a good choice, because being the clone of Relaxation and Pleasure it's probably the closest thing to love Hantengu posses, and by far Karaku is the most flexible clone using backflips, leg movements, and quick turns in his attacks with Tanjiro and Nezuko. 

Urogi:

Again he is a hard one to pin down. As Urogi's main attacks involve him flying in the air and he's by far pretty fast, Wind Breathing is a possibility. Perhaps he can create a new breathing style more suited to flying or air?? Possibly Beast Breathing because of his animalistic traits, and from up above he's able to sense movement greatly similarly to Inosuke's movement senses. Maybe even Sound Breathing could be achieved if he were to master sounds or voices like he did with his screeching attacks.

Aizetsu:

Honestly Aizetsu was harder to figure out than Urogi or Hantengu because they have some traits to compare to. Unlike the others whom have things like lightning attacks, certain fighting styles etc, Aizetsu is the one who has the less traits just relying on his spear and speed most of the time. So I had to look at what matched up with his personality the best. Water Breathing I believe would be the most likely breathing style Aizetsu would use out of all of them. 

Urami:

Urami had the least amount of screen time, but by far he seemed to have the most physical strength second only to Zohakutan out of the clones and the tallest. So Stone Breathing seems the most likely one, possibly Sound Breathing since he shrieks in a similar way to Urogi.

Zohakuten:

Despite being an amalgamation of the main four clones, he's not shown with great speed or flexibility, even though he could well have them. So something more strength based. Beast Breathing instantly comes to mind considering Zohakutan uses both his hands in battle similar to Inosuke and it would be a good equally portioned power set for him. Perhaps he could create a form of beast breathing to match his own fighting style.

Lower Moon Two Hairou:

Hairou was briefly shown in the OVA series showing how Kyojuro became a Haishira. In it he used mainly various guns and shadow wolves in his attacks. Despite being an ex swordsman, he doesn't weld one until the very end however. So possibly a form of Beast Breathing?? But I think he'd fight more like Genya. Without a style at all just using a gun to shoot them then using a sword to finish them off.

Lower Moon One Rui Ayaki:

Ngl its s but ironic but Insect Breathing would be the closest option for him considering his size, arachnid like origin, and as he human he didn't have a strong body similar to Shinobu. More over one of the spider brothers use poison on Zenitsu, which possibly This could've utilized as well.

Lower Moon Two Ubume:

Flower Breathing seems to be the only likely breathing style considering her connection to amaryllis flowers in the OVA series, and not much info is known in her brief appearance otherwise.

Lower Moons Yahaba And Susamaru:

Not a lot of compatibilities between these two and most of the breathing techniques. Perhaps Water Breathing? 

Lower Moon One Enmu:

Ngl he was one of the hardest to find a good match, but the closest thing I could think of was Mist Breathing. As foggy memories is often associated with it through Muichiro's experience and Enmu is a natural at messing with people's minds including memory manipulation. He's also pretty nimble and fast on his feet, disappearing easily. He could develop a more refined version of Mist Breathing. 

Lower Moon Kyogai:

Sound Breathing. In a similar way to Nakime or Tengen, he could possibly learn to use a person's or demons heart beats or their steps into a pattern like beats of a drum. 

[100yearsofclexa]

THE MERMAID, part 1

{posting before going to sleep, might change a few details tomorrow morning. As usual: no beta reader, English is a second language, and I'm almost always writing at work while no one is watching. There will be a part 2 that I'll try to finish writing tomorrow.}

Sometimes, when the moon was high in the sky, and the sea was calmer than usual, Lexa would find her there, by the shore rocks, quietly undoing the knots of her hair, golden and frizzled by the salty water. She would stand sitting among a plain rock that seemed to burgeon from the sand, her beautiful milky skin bathed by the moonlight, legs gently crossed with her feet swaying, dangling by the border of the rock and just inches from where the water meets the earth. If Lexa observed closely, she would even see the tiny waves that the sea itself would produce just to be closer to her - the smallest of ocean droplets dripping on her toes and calves, as a true trial of the sea creatures to caress even a small part of her body they could reach.

Lexa knew that the sea, and also the night, adored her. Just as Lexa herself.

Fishing that early would be way more pleasant, knowing that her silent partner would be there, watching her as she threw her fishing nets on the water and waited patiently for the time of pulling it back, with fishes of various sizes, small clams and seaweeds. They would trade looks - forest green meeting piercing blue ones, and even small smiles, but never a single word.

Is not like Lexa hasn't tried. She waved once.

Twice.

One day she even mouthed a silent “Hello” - but the mermaid would dive back into the water as soon the word or the unknown movement of Lexa's hands were seen by her tempestuous eyes.

Lexa understood, then, that the mermaid wasn't that talkative at all. She enjoyed the nocturnal/sun-rising company, only, and Lexa could live with that. As long as the mermaid didn't try to kill her.

She didn't. Not even once. They never were any closer from the distance the blonde would set for them - till the rise of the sun she would stand by the shore, braiding her hair or just watching, as Lexa worked.

By the time the sun fully rises, and Lexa went back with her boat to the shore of her small village, the mermaid had already dived back into the ocean, leaving Lexa alone with her thoughts about that mesmerizing creature until the next dawn they met.

After some weeks of silent observation, her knife hidden by the waistband of her worn trousers, Lexa seemed to get used to the blonde watching her by the shore or any other reef when Lexa tried to navigate through deeper waters. She would feel warmer, deep down in her heart, with that unusual, soon-to-be usual, company.

One night, a particularly big (giant) fish decided that it was a good idea to bump into Lexa’s small boat - those playful fishes! - causing a violent sway of the whole structure while the fisher was standing calmly by the boat's border, pulling back the fisher nets. Lexa was between actions, caught too off-guard to balance herself with the abrupt swing of the boat. She fell hard on the water, but thank goodness the boat was anchored so it wouldn't float away.

She was startled by a moment after the fall, but as the dark and cold waters hugged her, it took little time for Lexa to recover and start to act. Falling from a boat was the easiest issue she could handle in a fisher life. She swam with armful strokes to reach the port and rapidly took the impulse to climb back, fast enough so the boat wouldn't turn upside down thanks to her own weight hanging by one side. The fishing net remained chaotically tangled by the boat's bow. 

She was freezing, yes. Her clothes damped and glued to her skin, shoes squeaking and leaking salty water by its leather material.

Well, shit happens.

More calmer than the expected, Lexa sat sprawled by the small deck, breathing deep and steadily trying to control her own shivers as she concentrates herself into the task of untangling the fishing net from her personal objects, the tool trapped by the sharp corners of the boat.

The minutes passed slowly as she asked for the most of her patience trying to free the net before it got completely ruined. There were even some fishes jumping and twisting by the deck, also trapped by that mess of threads and knots. She’s trembling too hard and the moonlight is not enough for her to properly see the tangled and untangled parts of the fishing net. It's quite frustrating.

Lexa loses her temper after cutting her right thumb with a broken shell that she didn't see among the chaos of threads. The cut stings and burns, and the blood dripping by the extension of her palm is not very soothing.

She curses in her breath. Maybe today wasn't a very good day for fishing, afterall. She glances fast at the shore, at the usual spot, as to make sure if her companion didn't witness such a ridiculous scene.

She's not there anymore. Vanished.

Lexa wants to call it a day and go home. She's cold, shivering, soaking wet and, now, bleeding. It's too much for a day.

Lexa drops the fishing net for once, then fetches her leather pouch, looking for any piece of dry cloth for, at least, improvising some kind of bandage. She finds an old, wrinkled shirt by the bottom of the pouch. It has holes and it's partially unstitched, but is better than nothing.

She has to rip a small piece of it to cover her sore thumb. She reaches the waistband of her trousers, to get the hidden knife an-

Where 's the knife?

She pats her soaked pockets, her soaked shirt, she spins on her own axis looking for it at the deck - nothing. Lexa groans and huffs. Loudly. Her wordless complaint echoing in the middle of the sea as if the sea creatures could hear her.

By the name of the fr-

The blonde emerges from the water, right in front of the annoyed fisher. Lexa gasps. Her upper chest, clavicles and her dazzling features, the golden hair damp by the ocean, floating through the surface, are visible under the dim light of the moon and stars.

She is only a few meters away from Lexa’s boat, as curious, pierce-blue eyes inspects the sight of the boat and the woman in front of her.

Lexa forgets how to breathe. Even her trembling seems to ease a little by the sight.

The creature gives Lexa a small, lopsided smile. Lexa kept frozen in place, her sore thumb long ago forgotten.

The blonde creature then raises from under the water a dark blade with a wooden handle, decorated with golden intricate patterns along it’s spine and rivets.

Lexa's knife.

The mermaid swims graciously with her… legs? Tail? Lexa can't properly see from the surface where she stands, but she can, indeed, see that the woman is almost "walking" graciously inside the water as she gets closer to the boat, still holding the damn knife.

As she approaches, Lexa crouches by the board from what she hoped on before. Her movements are now calculated and so, so slow, and fearful of tearing any bad reaction from the creature.

The blonde stood next to the border where Lexa is, but now she seems interested in the object in her hand. She seems to know that the object belongs to Lexa, and inspects it with genuine curiosity, switching her focus to Lexa from time to time, as she tries to connect the dots between the brunette and the strange object that she carries with her. Well, she carried it with her until she fell from the boat.

Lexa waits, dazzled by the sight of the creature being this close without any apparent fears. She holds the cloth - now drenched with blood from her thumb - firmly, and watches, mesmerized by the silent investigation of the creature.

The creature is stunning. The moonlight works on her skin as a counterlight revealing to a spectator's eyes precious details, such as the clues of a constellation of freckles along her upper chest and cheekbones - as tiny kisses of light marked on her skin by the sun. A beautiful mole by her upper lip, and rosy mouth - speaking of which, it’s now parted slightly as the mermaid begins to bring the blade curiously to it, the tip of her tongue poking out as she-

No, no, no! - Lexa repeats in a jolt, reaching out to stop the creature from licking the sharp blade.

The creature startles, snapping open her eyes, with the abrupt movement of Lexa's hands. She lets a discrete gasp and swims away too fast for Lexa to follow, floating now at least eight arms of distance from the boat.

The creature frowns, visibly annoyed, but still holding the knife by the handle. Thank god she didn't try to hold it by the blade, Lexa thinks.

They trade looks of pure tension.

Suddenly, the air gets colder again, Lexa is hyper aware of her surroundings, and so is the creature.

Lexa's hands are still open towards the mermaid, frozen in the middle of the air - as if the tiniest of the movements would startle the creature again, this time to dive deep in the sea and never be found again.

The blonde woman notices that the bloodstained cloth now is floating just below where Lexa's sore hand remains. She follows with her eyes the path of blood through the brunette's palm till her thumb. Careful curiosity is still visible.

The creature eyes the lines formed by the drenched clothes glued to Lexa’s body, staring shameless. The taut muscles, the droplets of salty water by her forearms, locks of hair sticking at the fisher’s forehead, the round curves of Lexa’s small breasts and hardened nipples by the coldness.

She stares and stares, as if Lexa were a puzzle turned into flesh.

Meanwhile, the fisher is just as dazzled by the beautiful, and very naked form. Something in there makes her intrigued by the beautiful figure, since the first time they saw each other's presence by the shore. And now that she is so close to her… it would be a shame not to try. If she is not plotting her death - Lexa knows what a mermaid is capable of - why does she keep visiting?

Only if she could be able to interact…

Lexa sighs. She releases the air by her mouth, blowing puffs of heated air in the freezing dawn.

I'm sorry. - Lexa whispers, so softly that she even doubts herself if she indeed proffered those words.

The mermaid still gazes at her, tilting her head to the side as if she tried to understand what is that movement and that sound she's hearing from Lexa's lips.

Very slowly, painfully slow actually, Lexa recoils her hands. She hugs herself, the freezing sensation from the damp clothes getting harder and harder to endure as the cool wind blows.

It's too cold, there's still plenty of time till the sunrise.

Lexa trembles, shivers, tries to manage the sharp pain from the deep cut on her finger.

They stood there, facing each other, the boat swaying in a lullaby rhythm, as Lexa tried hard to not freeze to death and, at the same time, hold the creature’s gaze. She thinks a thousand things, the cogwheels of her mind spinning furiously, as if she were capable of asking the million questions she has to the creature using only her eyes.

What are you? What's your name? Do you have a name?

Why do you follow me?

Are you going to kill me?

Why you didn't yet?

The only answer that she has for now is the deep, inquisitive, blue staring of the mermaid’s eyes.

After minutes of a silent investigation, the mermaid dived into the ocean without a single warning, disappearing in front of Lexa's gaze.

Surprisingly, the fisher only sighed and accepted her fate of returning back home with almost zero fishes, a sore, maybe infected, thumb, and without her knife.

At least she was alive.

[90sastroglam]

6th house synastry - my experience

This is honestly my LEAST favorite synastry to have with someone else, but only if I’m the 6th house person (which seems ironic, however it’s really true). I don’t know it this is due to the fact that I don’t have any 6th house placements on my chart…

Also I think this might depend on the sign it is in. In my case, it’s in Aries and they honestly get on my nerves. I’ve had this synastry with SO MANY people in my life. Friends AND family. My mom has her moon in my 6th house, my dad has his SUN and my sister has her MARS in my 6th house (guess who annoys me the most... cough cough mars, although sometimes it’s hard to tell who’s worse). I’ve also been gotten romantically involved with a man who’s mercury was in my 6th house, one of my longtime friends has her venus and one of my college friends has her ascendant in the same house.

Based on this, I would say the venus and ascendant synastry in this house is the easiest to deal with (and the moon in second). My problem with these people is that I often feel as though they’re like overly nitpicky, even cruel and unfair in their critiques - they’ll point things out unnecessarily thinking they’re “protecting me” when really they’re just making me doubt myself. I’ve found that they’ll also criticize me for things they do themselves ALL THE TIME - so they’re basically projecting onto me. And I would be lying if I said they don’t make me feel like shit sometimes. Oh and they’ll do it in public too…

Another detail - these critiques are never constructive… hell nah. They’ll just point out my flaws like no other. Then I try to tell them that they’re crossing boundaries and call them out, ask them to stop… yet they don’t stop and keep pushing ‘till I break. Oh and when I break they’ll literally stare at me like I’m the one who’s insane, even though they provoked everything (I also can’t act like them, ‘cause when I do I’m mean and harsh… they’re the only ones who can do it). To me, they just seem like hypocrites, who project onto me and then claim (as an excuse) they were doing it for me… when really they’re being selfish.

Just to give you an exemple… the guy I was romantically involved with began critiquing my looks soon after we started hanging out… he would often point out my break outs (which he knew were a sensitive topic for me and one of my biggest insecurities, as I was bullied for having a lot of acne when I was younger). Soon he started pointing out my stomach when I was bloated and my weight (I literally have a flat stomach and I’m skinny af… THESE ARE MY ORGANS SIR). As you can pretty much tell, it didn’t workout. I started getting sick of his BS and broke it off, as he would also be rude to me out of nowhere sometimes… then pretend he didn’t do anything And this guy is just a light case, as I was done way worse by both my family and some “friends” with placements in my 6th house.

To me, people with placements in my 6th house just seem rude, bitter and insensitive for NO REASON… no really…. NO REASON AT ALL. Yes they CAN be of service… but they can also be so invasive and even controlling. These are the people who have backstabbed me the most and I was so loyal and respectful towards them. See I would forgive them (yet call then out) so many times, but they really NEVER stop. Because they’re Aries placements they probably won’t be the ones who’ll serve you… I feel like depending on the sign this will work in different ways and let me tell you: aries will never be the submissive ones.

REMINDER: this is just my personal experience. This doesn’t mean aries placements are gonna treat everyone like shit either, it just depends on where they sit in your chart. Please tell me the experience with the sign of your 6th house and which sign it is.

xoxo,

lily.

[theallianceofcelestials]

This will be long, but question time for the SEA series! (at eleven pm for me).

Can Eclipse play any instruments, sing, or have any odd or seemingly out of character hobbies? Did Eclipse work in the daycare alone. Will the family ever see what the daycare looked like, or will we maybe return to it, and does it loon the same as in Security Breach?

What is Sun's most prized piece of clothing for his cats and the weidest thing his brothers have fought over or about that he's had to break up? How effective is he at cleaning and what does he procrastinate most about doing/cleaning or complain

What is Moon's favorite invention, most useful invention, and something he will fiddle with to pass time? He also seems like the type to know dome pretty good party tricks.

What is the easiest meal for KC to make, and what's his and the individual family members' favorite meals? How often has he had to force one of his kids to go and clean themselves?

What's Lunar's favorite personal video game and videogame genres? Do they have a preferred chocolate type (i.e., milk chocolate, dark, cacao, white) and marshmallow size?

Does Solar Flare have a specified art style that it draws in or? Do they prefer to draw realistically or cartoonish, and have they tried digital art yet, will they?

Does Bloodmoon still prefer O- or a different blood type, and do they have a preferred type of meat? Do they have a bird type they like the most, and do they have a bone collection or keep they horns of, say the goats or cows that they've killed? Something the twins disagree on?

Please don't feel pressured to answer this right away, all of the questions, or at all. My questions are to help with your world building and my own understanding of your stories! Sorry if I missed any of the cast and my awful grammer!

Eclipse can sing, though not very well. He knows a couple lullabies. And yeah, he worked in the daycare alone, seeing as the daycare was making money off of it. And nah, it doesn't look like the security breach one. It looks less vibrant and is also cheaper looking. And the family at best will see it through Eclipse's memories, though that's unlikely. He has an iron grip on his worst traumas

Sun's most priced piece of clothing for his cats are silly socks he made specifically for them. The weirdest argument, to him at least, was the fight about Killcode's taste in men of all things. He's very efficient about cleaning, he's still a TSAMS Sun, he's still very neurotic about cleaning. He hates doing the dishes though. He just thinks it's a time waste what with dishwashers existing

Moon has a bunch of fidget toys that he made himself and he has his doll making which is what he fidgets with when he needs something to do. In his opinion his greatest invention is a better firewall for animatronics, which Eclipse takes full advantage of. And his useful inventions are all upgrades to stuff they already own, where he makes stuff more proficient. He also has a bunch of science facts and cool little experiments he can pull out anytime to impress people (tho he won't)

Objectively the easiest meal ever is salad. You just throw together a bunch of cool ingredients, maybe make a sauce and cook some simple meat, and bam, done. His favourite is szechuan beef with pasta, Eclipse's is lava cake, Solar Flare's is ramen, Bloodmoon likes bloody steak, Lunar loves nutella cupcakes, Sun loves goulash and Moon, ever the simple man he is, loves it when KC makes grilled sandwiches with this special spicy meat he makes. And it depends on the kid. Lunar's the one he has troubles with, all the rest are clean, yeah, even Bloodmoon surprisingly. But SEA Lunar's much cleaner than Canon Lunar, so that's not that big of a fight neither

Lunar really just loves stuff that grabs his attention and can keep it. For example, he really likes Don't Starve. His favourite chocolate is milk and white chocolate, and he loves all marshmallows

It draws in a realistic style because that's what makes most sense to it, but if a drawing is in a different style and it needs to finish it, see cat drawing, he'll perfectly replicate the style of the previous artist. And they haven't yet, simply because they don't have any big interest. They won't ever really draw digitally

Yes they do and they love wild meat. They love hunting birds of prey, finding irony in that and could also get two prey for the price of one if they time right. And in SEA first book I did write Bloodmoon started attempting to make jewellry, that's where the bones, horns, tusks, teeth, feathers, antlers and whatever else of animals they've hunted go. The twins disagree on their biggest fears. Bloody is scared of insects and Rusty is scared of mannequins. They disagree on those

Don't worry about the grammar! I'm quite bad at it myself, haha

Also, I've never really thought about most of these questions seeing as they aren't important in SEA, which I look at more like a story than an AU. It's just not an AU in my mind. I do appreciate the questions tho! Feel free to ask more! :)

[danwhobrowses]

Spoilers for Critical Role Campaign 3 Episode 104 Below

So with Orym's Seedling getting blessed by the Wildmother to now be Vestige-tier as a 'Relic of the Red Solstice' I thought I'd indulge myself and throw in which of the gods I think/want to bless the rest of the Hells with in order to give them Relics and why.

Imogen - The Stormlord Why - Easiest of the bunch after Orym, she is the storm after all and she likes her lightning magic, flying and projectiles. The Knowing Mistress may be a secondary option but I think the Stormlord has this one on lock, likely enhancing her damage output or overall spellcasting.

Laudna - The Matron of Ravens Why - Given Laudna's connection and affinity for the dark and spooky it seems the best fit. You could go and juxtapose with the Dawnfather given the Sun Tree or have the Arch Heart help her believe in her own magic but I think the Matron would be the best fit. Laudna's enhancement may fall more into damage avoidance than increased damage through the Matron, or something to hinder enemy saves.

Chetney - The All Hammer Why - The god of crafting hasn't gotten any real chances to shine in the past 3 campaigns, but he is the best fit for the toymaker. The Moonweaver may be an option given lycanthropy, and I wouldn't put it past Travis wanting to get a vestige from a Betrayer God but adding more options for Travis to be creative is always a solid recipe. For that maybe a Relic that changes shape or can make some summonings would work for Chet.

Fearne - The Moonweaver Why - While the Arch Heart - forefather of fey, Dawnfather - given the fire powers, or a double dip from the Wildmother are options, I think the Moonweaver best suits Fearne given how they're both known for their mischief and flirtiness. Also the Unseelie Court hate her so it'd be a nice dig at Zathuda. She also has a moon sickle, which may be the thing that gets enhanced if not her staff. Since the Titan shard already increases her firepower the Moonweaver could perhaps help with damage avoidance in an illusionary way, or improve her spellcasting and concentration saves.

Braius - The Lord of Lies Why - Braius is a difficult one actually. The As hole hasn't actually made contact with him so why give a vestige-like power? Problem is that there's not many other options given how he doesn't like the Primes. The Ruiner or Dread Emperor might be an option just for damage output. We've not seen too much of Braius but from what we've seen of him in combat he holds himself pretty well, so you'd probably expect something to enhance that maybe in a more hellish way. We'd also have to figure out how he'll contact a Betrayer in Vassalheim...

Dorian - The Changebringer Why - Dorian is the most difficult imo because although he's naturally good and considerate there isn't really a god he's been seen to lean on. I doubt he'd accept favour from the Matron or Wildmother after the Opal incident, but the god all about finding your own path may suit Dorian's mental state right now. The Lawbearer (to parallel with Orym getting the Wildmother's blessing), Arch Heart and Knowing Mistress are options too, but the latter already favoured a bard once before so you probably don't want to do repetition there. All manner of things can be enhanced for Dorian equipment-wise, it'll likely be an instrument though, which means their relic will likely enhance support and damage suppression.

Ashton - The Everlight Why - While I know the Coin of the Changebringer is right there, the Changebringer was FCG's god, not Ashton's - they have to walk their own path, providing that they are willing to accept a god's blessing. While the Ruiner may offer something to lure Ashton into given the promise of violence, or the Arch Heart proposing an enhancement of unique magic, I am sticking with my earlier mentioning that the Everlight is perhaps the god who can benefit Ashton the most as a person. It seems unorthodox but Ashton at their core wants to protect the people they care about; healing, temperance and redemption are all key to that, and like Fearne since the Titan powers increases their damage output already, perhaps Ashton's relic would be something to help them take more damage so others don't have to.

[saturnsquest757]

Astrology Observations 1.

This is my first time please don’t judge.

I’ve noticed Pisces usually are the self proclaimed, “different and special beings” instead of Aquarius. Pisces Sun and or Venus will openly state how different they are.

A Sagittarius is the easiest zodiac sign for me to spot. It’s just so… obvious??? Even when they’re not the usual extroverted type there’s always this energy of a free spirit.

Scorpio risings are secretive but only for a period of time. Once you get to know them they usually open up. Scorpio moons however… are usually always private/secretive no matter the time frame of knowing each other.

I’ve experienced Virgos being so hypercritical they become hypocritical. Virgos have high expectations of others and themselves, but usually others cannot reach them. They also cannot reach their own standards. Considering, their a mutable sign this is why they can be critical but not back it up with constant action. Their expectations and perception is consistently changing, but still manages to remain high.

Ok… Cancer rising/moon/mars usually moody asf. No chill vibes. Very strict on comfortability and not like fixed signs comfortable. More so a nostalgic feeling or certain things needed to fulfill an emotional need. If those things (people,places,objects) change drastically there is a difficulty to move forward. If anything goes outside of a routine they get very upset.

I wish I could say one sign seems more emotionally mature than the other. I’ve met so many people with all different types of placements and most were emotionally stunted in some form and there were no similarities. So I think being toxic and or unhealthy can happen no matter the natal chart.

I have Neptune 1° degree away from my ascendent🥲. Neptune in the first house/conjunct ascendent is not an easy placement. Very creative. Very unrealistic. A strong and growing imagination. Head in the clouds. Projections. Projections. Even the movements I make with my body or face usually get misinterpreted. Can have a distorted perception of physical form. When Saturn was transiting my 1st house I lost a lot of weight, but I didn’t seem to notice how skinny I looked. People would make commentary and I thought I looked fine. Looking back at photos I realize how malnourished and skinny I was. Neptune in the 1st can also cause a tendency to be addicted to anything. Most would say drugs, but for me it’s usually any hobby that can allow an obsessive escape from reality. Low self esteem can be present considering the elusive nature of the self.

Saturn in the 2nd house folks struggle with making a higher income or a comfortable salary throughout their life. However, Saturn in the 2nd is good with being frugal and budgeting. Usually can save really easily with this placement unless Saturn is severely debilitated.

Venus/Mars in Pisces and being attracted to someone weird, eccentric. They don’t have a consistent type and can date all different types of people.

Mars conjunct Venus aspect I’m so jealous and I want. People with mars conjunct Venus can be very attractive and flirty. Usually a chick/guy magnet. People fall in love with them easily. Attract a lot of attention in some form.

Chiron is very important in the solar return chart. Whatever house it is in will be healed but also broken down and injured in some way. Or there could be a discovery of a wound depending on what house will change the description. Ex:Chiron in 7th, struggle in partnership, may break up with current partner, attract difficult/emotionally stunted individuals. Chiron in the 1st can struggle with intense amount of doubt and low self esteem concerning the body and how they show up in the world. I do believe in a solar return chart the house Chiron resides in either heals in some form or the individual learns a pivotal lesson by the end of the year.

8th house synastry is emotionally taxing. I have this with my mom and other friends and it’s a lot. 8th house synastry usually there’s a obvious power dynamic. Or one person is more obsessed/attached than the other. 12th house synastry can also have unequal dynamics however I do think both individuals will feel a pull towards each other(whether they admit it or not). 12th house synastry although elusive has the potential to make you feel great comfortability and unconditional love.

Venus conjunct mars in synastry wasn’t all that for me. It felt superficial and we mainly connected on a sexual level.

Why does NO one talk about moon conjunct moon in synastry. I love it and it’s nice!! Depending on the moon I guess opinions can differ. However both people’s emotional waves will be similar and easily understood by the other. Allowing an easy process of being seen and heard. I connected deeply with men and women that I had this aspect with. It is sad and painful when the relationship ends because there’s a mutual understanding of each other.

9th house synastry is dope and I wish I experienced it more. There’s an opportunity to learn something or you are more open to learning new things from the other person. Depending on what planet/zodiac sign/ degree it can show what topics tend to expand in the presence of a 9th house intruder. Also morals can be similar or the same on politics, social issues, etc.

Mars in the 4th house synastry is hell. I don’t like it usually the mars person brings disruption or change in the home in some way. They can without trying cause emotional distress or upheavals in the 4th house person. Obviously if mars is strongly and comfortably placed I think this can lessen the effects. Such as if it’s in its domicile or exaltation. However if mars is struggling on it’s own in the natal chart I do think it’s a red flag 🚩. Considering the 4th house is the most sensitive and hidden house.Technically your ancestral background and emotional well being resides in the 4th house which can trigger a whole lot of things.

Usually people see 4th house as good because it’s home and family. However if your family lineage has generational trauma this area can be a trigger landmark. This is the house of your deepest, habitual characteristics that only come out when comfortable. It’s also traditions your family upheld which can be any… kind not just the standard example. Such as tendencies of toxicity or unhealthy habits that linger from previous generations.

[bluemoon1331]

Hello, hello! Welcome to my main blog, where the DCA fascination consumes! My alt blog is @sharetheartman, go check it out if you wanna see the amazing art this community has to offer!

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Below is a list of all my current fics on A03 and planned AUs! Give them a read if you love fantasy and the DCA! (Updated to divide between the SFW and NSFW stories)

<<<<<First up, the SFW section!>>>>>>

Finished Works:

One Lost Star- You are a bit of a hermit, living solo off the land since the death of your grandfather. Until you draw certain godly attention, that is.

Scarlet Masquerade- The sole heir to your kingdom, you find yourself caught in the tangled web of the automaton emperor's plans. However, things are about to go from bad to worse when you catch the interest of the deadly automaton assassin sent to end you.

WIPs:

Cosmic Journeys- Trapped in the depths of depression, you seek an unfortunate out. The nearby land owner won't let that happen, though. Thus begins a journey of self-worth and finding hope in a world of madness and compassion, monsters, saints, and everything in between. {Discontinued}

Come and Go- A Megamind-inspired AU with Sun as Metroman, Moon as Megamind, and Eclipse as Titan, while you are a delivery driver caught in the middle. {Discontinued}

Unusual- An oceanographer, there is no place you'd rather be than scouring the depths of the seven seas, studying its plant life and creatures, in particular the infamous mers, beings most of your co-workers are quite wary of. They don't seem to mind you too much, though, a fact you try not to put stock in until an encounter on the beach near your house flips your entire world upside down. Strings of fate and a battle to rule the oceans with you as the key? Ridiculous. Right?

Of Metal Parts and Roadside Shenanigans- You are a trucker traveling home before unwittingly tripping headfirst into a giant mystery. (More of @deceptiveshadow's Blood Moon cause I love him and cannot help myself.)

One-shots:

Party Crashing 101- A piece inspired by the mafia episode from Helluva Boss. Badass, protective reader ftw XD

Blooming In Adversity- You and the princesses were great friends in your youth, until you had to move away. Years later, you return, your friendship blooming anew. However, dark plots turn in the background, and it may be up to just you to save them.

Phantom Tide- You are a siren, crushed under betrayal. Sun and Moon are brothers recovering from the throes of grief. Perhaps you may be just what each other need.

Connotations- Your duties as a druid are fairly life-consuming, but you have happily devoted yourself to them. Keeping the peace is not the easiest, but you do it all the same. Unfortunately, the arrival of contesting priests threaten your efforts, setting you on a collision course to meet three of the forest's most powerful caretakers.

Diamonds and Iron- Being a rather big-time mafia boss, of course Eclipse needs places to stash away his income. As an outdoor enthusiast, you love visiting the local motorsports arena when you can afford it. Oh, who's that standing in the middle of the track, where you can't see?

Birds of a Feather- You are stuck as the basically powerless manager to the newly opened pizzaplex. With problems everywhere you look, you're not sure which one to focus on or handle first. Perhaps you could find a kindred soul in a certain mechanic, however. (Based in the EAPS universe)

<<<<<<<<<NSFW area ahoy!>>>>>>>>>>

Finished Works:

Never Play Cat and Mouse With Vampires- Living alone is a necessity, your skills in hunting, magic, and evasion giving you all you need for contentment, or so you tell yourself. In your newest home you, unfortunately, find that your capabilities only draw the infatuation of three local creatures that are intent to finally capture you and make you theirs. Annoyingly, they may just get that chance.

Dancing In Orbit- The lunar vampire is the last of his kind, a deadly plague on the Earth that refuses to yield despite the uncountable years that have passed since the last of his kin and kind died off. You, running from your intertwined past, seek to finally put an end to that, with some help from friends old and new.

Familiar Constellations- The vampires get a bit quirky about you, especially when you egg them on. Mature. Very, very mature. Good gods they are rough, but you love it. After all, you can get a bit rough with them, too.

Gravity- Featuring another of @deceptiveshadow's lovely OCs, Nova. Normally quite the quiet and cat-like companion, you join him for a round of games in which his behavior becomes increasingly odd. That's nothing compared to when you strangely wake in the tower the next day, having no recollection of how you got there, and what comes after.

WIPs:

Wither and Bloom- With the three realms in shambles, cut off from each other, it is up to the most powerful warriors of Earth to fend off the lich king and his Elite army, including his own brothers. You, whom offers them a secret safe haven and relaxation when they need it, cannot deny your love for Sun and Moon, nor they you, but with Eclipse hounding for any weakness he can use against his kin, is the danger really worth it? You find the answer may be coming sooner than you would like when the two go missing after a fight.

Embers and Ash- Ghost hunting is your profession, and you are damn good at it. Which is why you don't think twice when you're hired to cleanse an abandoned mansion of its otherworldly resident. Too bad this job is not the cake walk you thought it would be.

Burning Stars- You run your farm alone on a world teeming with aliens and humans, content with your animal family and helpful community, even if you keep the latter at arm's lengths. Until your peace is interrupted by a certain intergalactic bounty hunter, anyway.

Rosewood's Serenade- The eldest child of your kingdom, you have trained since birth to be all your home needs and more, intent to take the throne when the time comes, marriage or no. However, your parents harbor a secret, a deal struck when disaster threatened to destroy all they hold dear, and you soon find yourself meeting a most intriguing being...

Demonic- The saying of Hell is empty for all the demons are here has never been more apt. Caught smack dab in the middle of the infamous Hell-Day event, you come out with an unexpected passenger woven into your soul. Now, you secretly fight to preserve the fragile balance between mortals and the demons trapped on Earth, all while contending with the fact your new neighbors are the very ones responsible for sealing the gates, the infamous Celestial Graces. They also happen to be the mortal enemies of the one currently living in you. Fun times all around, especially with devil himself on your heels, seeking to reclaim what he lost.

Along the Akesh- Blessed with visions since your youth, you were taken and raised by the temple, becoming one of the highest-ranked priests, second to only the grand heijut himself. With an awe-inspiring festival and ritual that happens only once every five centuries under way, you are eager to meet the moon god, one of the many you have had the pleasure of conversing with throughout your prayers and oracles, in person. Things take an unexpected turn, however, when the temple must pay recompense for an accidental screw up with a gift left by an old friend. You are about to learn just how intrigued you and the moon god truly are with each other. {Discontinued}

One-shots:

Bleeding Feathers- You weren't supposed to go into the exclusionary zone, but that's never been a problem for you before. This time, however, you might just get more than you bargained for. Fan piece for @deceptiveshadow's harpy au! (Not TSAMS)

Color Theory- Moving back to your late grandma's cabin, you pray for things to finally settle down. Unfortunately, her myriad of secrets seek to come back and haunt you, but hey, it might not be all bad this time. You could use the comfort of an old friend. Another fic inspired by @deceptiveshadow! Their god Blood Moon this time. (Not TSAMS)

<<<<<<<Lastly, miscellaneous potential AUs!>>>>>>>

Spirited Away AU- You have moved to a more remote region in hopes of forgetting a troubled family life. Content to spend your time among the lush jungles of the land, you inadvertently stumble upon an obviously long-forgotten temple. Curiosity eats at you, and you cannot help get closer, initially unaware of the myriad of eyes watching you, until you spot...an icy blue leopard? It's a good thing you helped those snakes and that spider on your way here.

Harem AU- You saved them from certain death, and now the clan of vampire brothers serve you. For years uncountable, you have pulled the strings, quite happy to cause chaos around the world when it becomes too dull for your liking, going from hero to hero. On blood soaked ground, you are content with your helpful vampires, though can things really stay the same forever?

Skyrim AU- Every place has its demons, no matter how reclusive or small. You consider yourself one of them. Seeking an escape, you move to Solstheim hoping for a fresh start. How unfortunate for you that you would arrive during the island's darkest hour. Cults, strange creatures, a frost giant king, and the arrival of two Dragonborns drag you right back into the spotlight, dredging up your past as you all race against time and the greedy daedra of knowledge to stop each other's destruction.

Then There Was One- You wake up to an empty world. You don't comprehend how or why it happened, just that everyone seems to have vanished in the blink of an eye. Cars sit vacant in traffic, meals left uneaten, internet full of messages that abruptly stopped hours ago. You try to live on your lonesome, keeping yourself distracted, and ignoring the gnawing loneliness. Except, well, you might not be as alone as you think, a fact you find out far too late when your page gets flooded with AI messages and bots are suddenly knocking at your day. Just what the hell kind of universal joke was this robot apocalypse you were stuck in? Or...do you have this all wrong? Your new companions may yet help you figure it out.

All new AUs ideas will be under the tag AU Madness for the sake of this pinned post's length XD

[pickastitch]

please tell us your shinyduo thoughts abt sun moon symbolism :0

okay so it all starts in esmp s1 where pearl has such heavy sun imagery and gem literally builds a moon so that one is pretty obvious

and when we get to hc s8 they literally have matching horses with gem's being named sun and pearl's being named moon

admittedly, hc s9 is more vibes based, but eleven seem so much more sunny to me in contrast to pearl's alien themeing where a large majority of it was trapped underground. most people just associate moon with darkness, so bam gem is sun and pearl is moon

now esmp s2 and this one is tricker than the others. in my head they are both the sun which is why they practically never interact. it's like trying to connect magnets by both of their north poles

sl is an outlier to me where they break this pattern of one being the moon and one being the sun imo. some people believe that pearl is the sun and gem is a sunflower, but i like to think pearl is simultaneously the sun and the moon with gem being akin to icarus. here is a very non structured brainrot post

we finally get to hc s10, and immediately we are hit with 'morning sunshine' from gem. she wants me dead. but also, building off of that pearl went for a very peaceful farmhouse as her starter base with farming normally being associated with daylight/the sun. we have a dredge theme from gem which has a daylight cycle in it, and during the night is really when you start getting the horrors. she already has touches of that (floating fish), so following the logic of that game she has been fishing at night and thus moon

the part that gets me the most is how consistent the themeing is and just how close both of them are. most smps have pretty good evidence for gem and pearl being connected to the sun and moon with a few outliers (looking at you nlsmp)

now time for the actual theorizing, like i mentioned in the esmp s2 bit, it's almost like the sun and moon are opposite poles of a magnet. i don't believe they are soulmates, they can live without the other, but when they are in proximity, you bet that they will be inseparable

so they both have been represented by the sun and moon, and i propose that pearl is the embodiment of light, while gem is the embodiment of void. why do i think that? well, pearl's is the easiest to explain with her saint pearla stuff and how her named both have aspects of light in it. pearlescent describes the surface of an object, and both being able to see if something is pearlescent and to see the moon requires light to bounce back into your eyes

now gem as the void, hear me out. her constant connection to the end/endermen/ender dragon. also the connections of gem and traveling across worlds where the thing in-between them is void (see s9 botem ending). with the most solid piece of evidence being hc s10 where her themeing is ocean/water horrors. and the most common reason people fear the ocean is how vast and unknowing it is. like a void

this is great and all, but how does it link back up with sun and moon? they are opposites of each other and their sun and moon themeing is just one way that is expressed alongside light and void. because of how different they are, it makes them more attached to each other. something something opposites attract

[shimii26]

Faz-Pocket Shenanigans: Chapter 2

“Goodbye friends, we can’t wait to see you all tomorrow!” Sun squealed, waving to the last of the children leaving the daycare.

“Nice job today Sun, you almost went the whole day without tripping over a kid!” Moon chastised, chuckling as he went to clean up a pile of noisemaker barrels.

“Hey! I can’t always see where I’m going when I’m six feet taller than the kids, Moon!” Sun pouted, crossing his arms.

It had been four weeks since Sun and Moon’s most recent upgrade of being able to convert food into usable energy. The Pizza Plex has yet to make any progress with convincing the city to provide them the necessary power they need to power their robots with electricity only, so all of the animatronics have had to adapt their schedules in order to be able to eat on time. Sun and Moon’s schedule in particular was the easiest to transition since they work in a night and day manner already, and they need to refuel at least once every twelve hours. The Glamrocks however took a bit longer to adapt; with their numerous concerts and birthday parties they needed to attend everyday, it was difficult at first to implement breaks for them to be able to refuel. Luckily, the staff found it was easier to have the Glamrocks partake in some of the party food when they got the chance, that way, they wouldn’t have to leave their post and continue entertaining the kids. Sometimes the children in the daycare would bring extra snacks that Sun could partake in if he was offered during his shift, but not every kid brings in a ‘clean’ snack, so it’s not always feasible for him to get ahead on his eating schedule. Since Moon handles naptime and the sleepover nights, the kids aren’t sharing snacks since they’re meant to be sleeping, so it’s very rare for Moon to have a bite to eat during his shift, but he doesn’t seem to mind much, especially when the only things the kids bring in tend to be on the messy side. As long as they remember to eat after their shifts, the artificial hunger didn’t seem to bother them.

Sun even managed to gain an appreciation of all the new flavors he’s never had before and learn about different cultures from whatever snacks the kids bring in to share. Sometimes if he was lucky, he’d take a sample with him and give it to Moon once he was done with his shift (If he didn’t eat the rest of it himself that is…). But now that they have been running on this new schedule for a month, it was time for the staff to check in on everyone. A Parts and Service technician walked in on the closing daycare door as the last parent and child duo had left, and he walked up to the two of them. “Alright you two, come with me. It’s time for your monthly check-up, gotta make sure your new upgrades are running properly.” the technician told them, tapping on their clipboard.

“A check-up?” Sun wondered, tilting his head. “But, aren’t we in charge of the maintenance of our new upgrades?”

“I don’t think they’re talking about the cleaning part, Sun.” Moon informed him. “Shouldn’t we spruce up the daycare first?” “Don’t worry, we’re going to have staff do that tonight, you two will be staying overnight in Parts and Service while we go through your calibrations and downloading some new updates to your software.” the technician explained.

“Overnight?” Sun mumbled, it was the first time he had heard of this kind of Parts and Service option. “Is that why the sleepover was canceled tonight?”

“Yes, it was to make sure we could work on you two at the same time in order to avoid a possible emergency malfunction and prevent the daycare from being unattended while the kids were here. Now c’mon.” they confirmed, heading towards the door.

“Okay.” Sun and Moon nodded, following the technician to Parts and Services.

Despite knowing that this was only a check-up, Sun was still a bit nervous. Ever since the threat of decommissioning the two of them when Moon had his virus, he had been wary of being anywhere near this place. He shuddered and held onto Moon’s shoulders for comfort.

“Relax Sunny, it won’t hurt a bit.” Moon reassured him, placing one of his hands on Sun’s as they walked.

“I-If you say so…” Sun replied, keeping his head behind Moon’s.

- - -

“Alright, we’re here, stay put until the mechanic is ready for you two. They should be almost finished with Monty.” they instructed them, shutting the door behind them.

Moon could feel Sun’s hands increase their shuddering the longer the two waited.

“...Sun, you alright?” Moon turned to Sun, bringing his gaze towards his.

“...I-I know we didn’t do a-anything wrong, but… I just d-don’t like being i-in here…” Sun stuttered, starting to shake a bit more.

“Easy Sun, there’s nothing to be afraid of. I’ll make sure of it, okay?” Moon comforted him, pulling him in for a hug.

“...T-Thank you…” Sun sniffled, leaning into the hug.

Suddenly the door behind them creaked open, it was the mechanic and an assistant. Their outfits were stained with various oils and dust patches, presumably from working on all of the other animatronics from earlier today. Sun jolted when he heard the door and hid behind Moon.

“Okay boys, we’ll need one of you to come with me and the other stays in here. We’ll shut one of you down to do the updates and talk with the other about any issues, then switch once the updates are done downloading, okay?” The mechanic informed them. “So, who’s updating first?”

Sun gulped. He hated the idea of being shut down for the updates, any lack of control put him at unease. Moon took quick notice of this and stepped forward.

“-I’ll update first, just… Want to get it over with, y’know?” Moon shrugged, turning to Sun and giving him a wink to show him his kindness.

“Alright Moon, come with me. Sun, you stay here with Miss Farnes and talk about any issues you may be having.” The mechanic nodded, leading Moon through the door. “I’ll be back, Sun, don’t worry.” Moon warmly smiled, stepping through to head to the other room.

Sun nodded, watching Moon head out the door. He turned to Miss Farnes, who smiled and patted the table next to her, encouraging him to sit on it. He hesitated, but did so, gripping the table as his feet barely dangled off the edge. Even though he was one of the tallest animatronics in the Pizza Plex, the table was still quite high for his height. Despite her friendliness towards him and Moon’s support, he remained a bit uneasy.

“Now Sun, let’s go over some of the issues you’ve been facing with this new upgrade first and go from there, okay?” she asked him.

“Well… Okay.” Sun replied, rubbing his neck. “It was a bit… challenging to figure out what I could and couldn’t eat. I had hoped the instructions were a bit more clear and precise, but some of the do’s and don’ts were a bit vague to say the least.”

“Oh, I see. Well, we can certainly get someone to give you a more extensive guide on what’s allowed and what’s not, does that seem reasonable?” she offered.

“...Yeah, I’d like that.” Sun smiled, relaxing a bit now that he was distracted. “A-And I think the new additions to our rooms have been really helpful… But I think we could use stronger utensils, Moon has a habit of snapping the plastic ones before he can use them.”

The two of them chuckled at that fact.

“Sure, we can get you two some silverware, but we’ll need to provide you with access to a nearby sink so you can wash them properly. We don’t want mold developing in your rooms afterall.” she nodded, taking down some notes about needed changes. “You two are able to clean the daycare by yourselves, some real silverware shouldn’t be an issue for you to learn.”

“Oh yeah, we’ve already had lots of practice in the play kitchen with the little ones in the daycare! They’re so smart, they even showed me how to use the play 'DishWasher’!” Sun giggled.

“Great, that’s good to know. Anything else we should know about?” She wondered.

“Hrmm…” Sun pondered. “...Do you think we can get some more unique foods in our fridge to eat? One of the little ones introduced me to Dim Sum, and it’s an absolutely delightful tasting treat! I’d like to eat more of it on my breaks!”

“Well, the pizzeria doesn’t sell Dim Sum, and I’m not sure if we can convince inventory to purchase food items that are only consumed by the animatronics, but I can put in a word for you!” she told him, taking down his food order.

“Thank you!” Sun squealed, excited for the chance to try more new foods.

“Okay, I think we’re all set with the questions, now we can get into the examination.” she told him.

“E-Examination?” Sun asked, his rays drooping a bit. “You mean, like, a tune-up?”

“Yes, I just need to check some of your internal parts for damage and make sure you’re cleaning yourself up properly, okay?” she informs him, reaching for his chest plate.

“W-Wait, don’t open-!” Sun tried to stop her, but-

FOOOOOOSH!

A massive cloud of black soot poured out from Sun’s chest cavity, covering Miss Farnes from head to toe. They coughed from the sudden dust cloud, both fanning the air to try and improve the visual field. “-that…” Sun groaned. “I uh… I haven't had a chance to clean that yet…”

“Oof, Sun…” she cleared her throat. “When was the last time you cleaned out your waste container?”

“U-Um…” Sun stuttered, twiddling his thumbs. “...Gosh, I-I don’t remember, maybe… fourteen days ago?” “Sun, you need to be more on top of cleaning yourself out.” she warned him. “We don’t want you trailing soot on the kids, or causing your body to overheat. If this can’t regulate your temperature properly, you might shut down during your shift.” “W-What!? Oh gosh, I-I don’t want to do that to the kids!” Sun panicked, locking his hands together. “I-I’ll make sure I clean up more often, I-I promise!” “That’s good to hear, now let’s get you cleaned up.” she smiled, taking his waste container out and placing it in the sink. “Would you mind lying down for me?” “Oh uh, okay…” Sun agreed and lied down, watching curiously at what she was going to do next.

She turned around and set up a brush tip vacuum, turning it on and began to clean Sun out. He giggled at the funny feeling the vacuum gave him, and was relieved that he wasn’t in much trouble for the mess he created.

- - -

“Alright Moon, lay down on the table and we’ll get the update going.” The mechanic instructed him when the two of them entered the computer room.

“Fine.” Moon grumbled, not looking forward to being shut down. “...Look, when you get to Sun… Can you try and be a bit nice to him? He’s not very thrilled about being back in Parts and Service, especially after you guys dragged him here to repair his neck weeks ago.”

“We did what we had to do to repair him, the least he can do is let us do the updates without a fight.” they glared at Moon, the two sharing an equal dislike of each other. “Just lie down and turn your head away from me.”

“As you wish, your majesty~” Moon mocked, putting on his best snotty servant impression as he bowed then lied down.

“Don’t call me that... Hold still, this’ll only take a few hours.” they told him, strapping Moon onto the table and taking out a USB cable to plug him into the mainframe.

“Damn, good thing I’m not going to be awake that long…” Moon yawned, beginning the shut down process.

“Yeah yeah, whatever…” the mechanic sighed, shutting Moon down and setting the computer up for the download once he was plugged in.

- - -

“Hehehehee, that tickles!” Sun laughed as Miss Farnes worked on his internal wiring.

“Hold still Sun, I just have to replace a couple more cables!” she chuckled, trying to keep her hands steady and pull out the right wires.

“S-Sorry, it’s just s-so sensitive there, hahahaha!” he continued, trying not to kick his feet.

“...Alright, that should do it! You’re all set for the update, then you’ll be ready for tomorrow!” she smiled, closing him up.

“Yeah! I-” he paused, remembering that this was only part one of his check-up. “...Oh yeah, t-the update…” “Don’t worry Sun, you won’t feel a thing. It’ll be just like playing hide-and-seek when you’re it, just close your eyes, count to ten, and you’re back! Nothing to worry about!” she reassured him.

“...O-Okay, I think I’m ready...” he nodded.

“Oh, but first, we should get you out of those soot stained clothes, we’ll wash them for you while you update.” she told him, giving his pants a tug. “Can you take ‘em off for me?” “Heh, oh yeah, can’t have them dirty for tomorrow!” Sun agreed, standing up and took them off. “Can I keep my wrist bells on though?” “Sure, they don’t appear to have gotten soot on them.” she shrugged.

Suddenly the door behind them opened up, Moon entering first looking a bit tired from being shut down for so long. The mechanic followed behind him, looking equally enthusiastic.

“Oh Moon, you’re back! Are you okay? Did it hurt!?” Sun concerningly asked, giving Moon a sudden hug.

“Heh, Sun I’m fine, there’s nothing to worry about. Now c’mon, the sooner it’s done, the sooner we can get back to work.” Moon reassured him, patting him on the back.

“Let’s go Sun, the computer’s ready.” the mechanic instructed.

“O-Okay…” Sun groaned, rubbing the side of his arm and following the mechanic to the computer room.

“Alright, and while you're here Moon, we can go over any issues you two have been having with your newest upgrade.” Farnes told him.

“Fineeee, I guess we do have a couple complaints…” Moon shrugged, shutting the door and sitting down on the table.

“Great, why don’t we go over some of the points Sun brought up?” she suggested to him.

“Aight, shoot.” Moon chuckled while crossing his arms and legs.

“Okay, Sun was hoping for a better instruction booklet that’s much more specific to help you two better learn what’s okay to eat and what’s not, he’s asked for stronger utensils in your room to use, and he’d like more new foods to eat, like Dim Sum.” she said going down the list.

“Yeah, I keep holding the forks too hard and the plastic snaps.” Moon explained. “..And I wouldn’t mind something new to eat, pizza does get a bit old once you’ve tried every topping…”

“Okay great, do you have concerns for yourself?” she asked.

“Hrmm…” Moon pondered. “...I want to try tacos.” Moon requested. “And I want more fruit snacks.”

“...Okayyy, anything else?” she asked, trying to redirect back to her question with one eyebrow raised.

“...Whole milk, not skim.” Moon responded.

“Any actual problems?...” she redirected again.

…He didn’t answer.

“Look, you don’t have to give me attitude.” she sighed, getting up from her chair. “I’m just here to help you two through this temporary upgrade… let’s just get to the tune-up.”

“Hey, this is just me at my best, I dunno what you’re talking about.” Moon mocked.

“Sure, just, shut up and let me work.” she rolled her eyes, opening up Moon’s chest cavity and examining inside. “...Okay, nice and clean so far, been keeping up with your maintenance.”

“Why thank you, Miss Farnes~” Moon chuckled with a toothy grin. “I do try my hardest afterall~”

“Moon stop it, I need to focus.” she remarked, taking out her stethoscope. “Let’s make sure your gears aren’t squeaking.”

“Umm…” Moon was about to say something, but...

CLICK CREAAK WHIIIIRRRR…

. . .

“Mooooon?…” she sighed and looked up at his face.

“Yeah?” he replied back.

“...Did you eat today?” she confronted him.

“...If I say yes, will you shut up?” Moon sleazily smiled.

…She gave Moon quite the staredown.

“Fine, no…” he grumbled, giving his stomach a pat. “I didn’t have time to eat…” “Moon, you should have plenty of time to eat while Sun is caring for the kids in the morning.” She scolded as she began to look through some of the cabinets nearby. “What could you have possibly been doing that whole time?”

“Duh, sleeping. It’s important to me.” Moon answered back, putting his arms and legs back in a criss-cross and turning his head away in a pout.

“Moon, you need to eat; plain and simple. Your gears are going to hurt you the longer you wait.” she explained, holding out a bag of cookies for him to take. “Here, eat this. We can check to see if your converter is working this way.” “Urgghh, cookies, really?” Moon groaned, taking the bag and opening it up.

“Eat it.” she demanded, bringing her voice tone lower.

- - -

Sun and the mechanic soon arrived at the computer room for his update. Taking everything in, Sun’s nerves started to get the better of him, and he began to shudder again. Shutting himself down made him uncomfortable since he lacked control in this state, just like when Moon had his virus in the past. But despite being in his own body and having full control of what he can do during the night, it still filled him with fear of the unknown.

“Alright, lay down and turn your head away from me, let’s get this over with.” the mechanic instructed.

“W-Wait! C-Can’t we just do this another way? W-We don’t need to s-shut myself down to-” Sun started, but was cut off.

“Sun, lay down. You will be shutting down for this update, no alternatives or excuses.” they ordered him.

“Y-Yes sir…” Sun stuttered, doing as he said.

As the cold table touched his back, he shivered a bit, keeping his head faced away from the mechanic. He felt their hands grip the back of his face plate, placing the USB cable into one of his ports. Sun gulped and turned to face him once the plug was in. “...I…I will… wake up, r-right?...” Sun whimpered.

The mechanic sighed, they didn’t have much choice but to comfort Sun just a bit.

“...Yes, you’re going to wake up in a few hours. Just relax already.” they sarcastically reassured him, switching one of Sun’s power switches.

“O-Okay…” Sun whispered, slowly shutting his eyes as he powered down.

“...Finally…” they rolled their eyes. “What a baby…”

- - -

“Aaaand that should be the last wire. Okay Moon, you’re good to head back to your room and get ready for today.” Farnes told him, closing up his chest cavity. “It’ll be a couple hours before Sun finishes, so you can take a nap beforehand if you want.”

“About time, I’ve been up all night…” Moon yawned as he sat up. “...Thanks for the tune-up, and don’t forget to let the staff know about our requests.”

“Don’t worry, I will. Take care!” she nodded, waving goodbye to him as he stepped out of the room.

. . .

Moon walked by himself towards the daycare, getting in a few stretches along the way. Despite being shut down for a few hours, he was still quite tired from the ordeal, and decided he would take advantage of the free time and have a nice long nap. Once he entered through the daycare’s double doors and stepped over to the play area, he hooked himself up to the fly rig that hung in place by the ball pit’s edge and lifted himself up to their room. Once he reached the wall stage, he then proceeded to unhook himself to store it on their own hook, and made his way inside, flopping right into his bed once he got to it. He rolled himself up with his blanket and grabbed a few pillows to snuggle up with. Soon his exhaustion combined with the warmth he began to generate overtook him and he fell straight to sleep, faintly snoring a bit.

- - -

“...Mnnnrgghh, wh- huh?...” Sun groaned, stirring awake from his shut down.

“Oh good, you’re up. You’re all set with your update, take your pants and head back to the daycare.” the mechanic told him while he unlocked Sun’s straps and handed him his freshly washed trousers.

“Oh, I’m… back awake. Whew, glad that’s over…” Sun sighed in relief, taking his trousers in hand. “Thank you for the work you do here.” “Mhmm yeah, just go, it’s almost time for your shift.” they said as they unplugged him. “Hurry on out.” “Oh my gosh! It’s already time for my shift!? I-I gotta go!” Sun panicked, jumping onto his feet and heading towards the exit as he tried to put his pants on at the same time.

. . .

Tying his tutu back into place, he rushed towards the daycare, seeing some of the kids already beginning to line up at the check-in. To avoid any of the kids running after him, he took the employees only path that led to the main door, luckily he had the code remembered in order to even use this pathway. As he sprinted down the corridor, he suddenly felt an odd twinge in his stomach…

CREEAAK CLICK CLICK VRRRRR…

“-Huh? What the?”

Sun slowed down to check what might have been causing the noise, along with the uncomfortable feeling. It had only occurred to him now just how much time had passed during his and Moon’s tune-up. Neither of them as far as he could recall were given a time reset with a snack, so he was due for a refueling.

“Oh that’s right! I’ve been at Parts and Services all night, I didn’t eat anything!... I-I can’t do my shift on an empty stomach!“ Sun told himself. “...I should have enough time to eat something quick before the kids come in…”

He eventually made it to the end of the employee path corridor and opened the metal door, heading for the main entrance of the daycare. He pushed the right door of the large double doors open just a crack to enter, stepping over to the ballpit’s edge where their fly rig is typically hung…

But the fly rig wasn’t there.

The fly rig is gone…” Sun gasped with concern. “Hopefully Moon is awake to throw me down the hook…”

It was 7:59, he only had one minute left to get upstairs and refuel. He stepped on the tallest play structure near their room entrance and called out to Moon.

“MOON!? YOU AWAKE!? I NEED OUR FLY RIG TO GET-” WOOOOSH!

The double doors flung open, and the morning daycare kids flooded in with excitement. Some kids jumped into the ballpit right away to join Sun, others began to crawl in the jungle gym, and a few began to create in the arts and crafts corner. It was immediately overwhelming to him since he wasn’t at the front to direct everyone to first put away their backpacks and shoes, as well as his focus was still on getting himself the fly rig so he could eat. If he couldn’t eat at any point during his shift, he could be in for a long day…

“-C’mon Mr. Sun, let’s play!” One child yelled to Sun, grabbing his attention.

“-Huh? O-Oh, y-yes of course! It’s uh, time to play, starlights!” Sun announced, his smile clearly on the artificial side today.

It was at this point he had no choice; with Moon unable to hear him in his sleep, there was going to be no fly rig to help him get back to his room to eat. He would have to wait until he could find the right opportunity to alert one of the guards to grab him a snack, but that was easier said than done. It seemed like the kids were riled up today, already looking like they want to play a very physically demanding game with Sun, hopefully he wouldn’t have to move as much as they were wanting to, the more he played in this condition, the more uncomfortable he would feel, and would soon be noticeable by the children. Always wanting to make sure the kids would never worry about him, he would have to be on top of masking his discomfort, and finding ways to distract them from the noise his body will inevitably make.

“So uh, what game do you kids wanna play first? That is, after we have you remove your-” Sun started, but was quickly cut off.

“We wanna play Color Tag, and we want you to be ‘it’ first!” One kid explained the rules, making sure everyone was on board, which they seemed to be. “If we call out a color before you tag us, we’re safe for 10 seconds, and you have to tag all of us out to win! We can only call out each color once, that makes it harder as we play!”

Great, Sun was it first? That amount of movement was surely going to put him through his paces. He would just have to bide his time and go along with the ordeal, hopefully the kids weren’t very creative with their colors besides the basics. Luckily since he towered over the kids in height, he didn’t have to run as fast to catch up with them.

“Ready!? Gooooo!” another kid shouted, causing everyone to scatter.

Sun got to work and began to chase the kids who were closest to him. Already his first attempts to catch even a single kid were futile, they knew their basic colors quite well thanks to all of the creative lessons he had given them over the months they’d been coming there. Soon they started to use more uncommon colors to escape being tagged, some colors he had no idea where they even learned their names, but luckily the younger ones weren’t as familiar, so they were the first to be tagged out. The strain of the physicality of the game was beginning to affect him as the hunger became more frequent and got louder with each kid he managed to tag out. Eventually there were no more colors the kids could think of, so this was Sun’s chance to finish up and alert a guard of his situation.

“I’m gonna get you!” Sun cheered as he got closer to the last child. “Aaaand, gotcha! Hahaha, I won!” “Yaaaayyy, Sun wins! Again, again!” many of the older kids shouted. “Again, again, again!”

Again!? No way was he about to play Color Tag again in this condition, but how to direct their attention away just long enough for him to slip away?

“U-Uhhh, ooooo new game! H-How about we play- um… Hide-and-Seek!? I’ll hide, and you all count to twenty! Cover your eyes now, cmon!” Sun cheekily smiled, thinking himself clever of his idea; if they couldn’t see where he went, he could get himself a snack from one of the security guards.

“Okay! One, two, three…” The kids in unison began to count.

Sun quickly scurried over to the front desk, where one of the employees was under the desk organizing which plugs should be connected to the only power outlet they had. He peeked over the edge and tried to get the worker’s attention.

“Pssst! Hey, I need your help…” Sun whispered, causing the technician to bump their head on the roof of the desk.

“-Aghh! Shit, that hurts…”

“Oh gosh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you…” Sun apologized. “L-Listen, I need to take a break, I didn’t-”

“TWENTY!” The kids shouted out loud. “READY OR NOT, HERE WE COME!”

They were already done counting!? Sun stuttered a bit trying to get his request for help out before the kids noticed he wasn’t really hiding, and sure enough, before he could ask, they ran to him.

‘Nuts, should’ve picked a higher number than twenty…’ Sun thought to himself before being dogpiled on by all the kids.

“FOUND YOU!” They all giggled, climbing over each other and tumbling off of him.

Sun knew he couldn’t just try to sit up when they were using him as a hill, he’d probably cause one of them to slip and hurt themselves, so he had to wait until they were done with the dogpile. But before he could notice…

CLICK CREEAAAK WHIIRRRRR…

His eyes grew wide as he felt a sharp pain in his stomach, he couldn’t even try to comfort the sore spot since there were about a dozen children stepping on him. But suddenly, the kids also grew aware of the strange noise, and shrieked in surprise and confusion, tumbling off of him and gathering in a group a few feet away from Sun. He managed to finally sit himself up, but now there was a problem. Every single kid was looking at him like one would look at an angry dog staring them down. They were scared, scared of what came out of Sun. He really didn’t want the children to be terrified of him, so a quick white lie was thought up.

“Mr. Sun, w-what was that?” One kid hesitantly asked.

“-Oh sorry about that! Don’t you worry, it was uh-” Sun fumbled his words together. “M-My bear impression, yeah! Like a mean teddy bear, and I’m gonna get you all and eat you up! Raaawwrr!”

“AHHHH, RUN! HE’S GONNA GET US!” The children playfully screamed and scattered, buying Sun some time to slip away.

While the children were distracted, Sun quickly darted back over to the guard’s station desk and pulled down one of the guard’s newspapers to face them.

“J-Jim! You gotta help me, I need to get upstairs for a break!” Sun begged. “I was in Parts and Service last night, and they forgot to-” “GET THE BEAR!” The kids shouted, carrying pool noodles and charging after Sun. “MAKE HIS HEAD A TROPHY!”

“Nooooo!” Sun whined, unable to get help again and was taken down to the ground by the rain of pool noodles smacking his back. “Owww, darn it…”

“YAAAYYYY!” The kids cheered, waving their pool noodles around in celebration. “WE GOT THE BEAR! NOW LET’S STUFF HIM!” Sun’s eyes widened. Stuff him? He could only guess what they meant by that as he was dragged away from the security guard’s table and back over to the play area.

There was no escaping it, today was going to be rough…

- - -

CREEAAAK VRRRR CLICK CLICK WHIIIIRRRR…

Game after mindlessly long game, and several agonizing moments of being pulled and tugged by the children, Sun was being pushed to his limits. His back ached from the strain of endlessly bending down to pick up kids over and over again, his neck was stiff from having to constantly dart around for any chance of escaping to refuel, he couldn’t catch his breath despite not needing to breathe in the first place, and worst of all, his stomach wouldn’t stop it’s stabbing pain and constantly alerting him to eat. Sun laid face up and sprawled himself out in the ballpit, he stared up at the ceiling, trying not to move much, every single movement he made caused his body to ache more. It was driving him up a wall, and it seemed like there wouldn't be an end to his shift. Until…

“Alright kids, snack time!” One security guard announced as others set up tables and chairs. "Grab your snacks from your backpacks and find a seat!” “YAAAAYYYY, SNACKTIME!” The kids squealed as they dropped their current toys and ran over to the cubbies.

“H-Huh, what?...” Sun groaned as he slowly sat up from within the middle of the ballpit. “S-Snacktime?... Ughhh, finally…”

He was grateful his schedule always included lunch, or ‘Snack Time’ as the kids called it, at the halfway point, so with most of the children distracted with their meals, now was the perfect time to slip away. As the security guards guided each kid to their designated spots for lunch, Sun stood up and slowly tiptoed over to their station desk, hoping to luck out and be escorted back to his room so he could relieve himself of the pain. But the instant he made it to the desk, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Sun grit his teeth before he turned his head to face whoever was trying to grab his attention.

“...What?” Sun snapped back at the guard before they could talk to him.

“-Jesus Sun, turn your volume down, you’re gonna freak the kids out with that attitude.” The guard warned him. “Listen, the kids have requested that you join them during Snack Time. You can try anything they offer you, ONLY if they offer anything to you.”

Sun’s teeth gritting stopped and he softly gasped. That’s right! The kids were always so generous with their treats! Cheesy animal crackers, fudgy brownies with sprinkles, mini blueberry muffins, shoestring chips, and those fruit snacks with the jelly inside, how could he resist? He quickly made his way over to the snack table and sat at the end, where they had reserved him a special seat. Since he towered over the children and the chairs were meant for them to sit in, his legs bowed out to the side when he sat down. His eyes immediately were drawn to the lunch bag of the children who sat next to him, staring hungrily at their food as they removed each item one by one from their bags.

CLICK CLICK…

Sun resisted the temptation to grab any of the food he saw, knowing that he wasn’t allowed to eat anything unless the kids gave him permission. But the pain he felt was practically unbearable to hide from the children, his smile slowly twitching from its highest position downward. He swore he could feel drool beginning to form at the corners of his mouth, like a dog waiting to be told to eat. His pupils shrunk as all of his attention was drawn to the food, his hands shaking in his lap, trying to keep them from touching anything.

CREEEAAKK…

It was becoming too much.

The pain was too much.

The headache was too much.

The back pain was too much.

. . .

“Mr. Sun?” One kid tried to get his attention by tapping him on the arm.

Sun turned his head rigidly and his pupils dilated as he turned his focus on what they were holding out for him. His expression lightened a bit as he noticed they were a little surprised at his appearance, and calmly tilted his head.

“We made this snack plate for you!” The kid offered Sun, smiling as all of the other children nodded and clapped. “Join us!”

He was in disbelief, a whole plate, just for him! Sun couldn’t help but smile warmly as he gently took the plate from the child and placed it right next to him. Finally, he could stop the pain once and for all and have enough energy to finish his shift! He scanned the plate to see what the kids had prepared for him; a little bit of everything, like every child had contributed to preparing his plate. He decided to start with the cheesy animal crackers, and he reached down to grab a couple, when…

“I WANNA TRY SOME!” one whiny child sitting next to him yelled, reaching over the table without much care, and smacked their hand on Sun’s snack plate. “GIMME GIMME!”

Someone touching HIS FOOD!? HIS. FOOD!?

Sun’s eyes darkened and his pupils glowed a dark red, his teeth curling into a snarl, a sharp scowl blanketing over his face as his programming tried desperately to override his actions, but his hunger was too severe to succumb to the override. With a swift and aggressive motion, he snatched the hand of the whiny child with his right hand and gripped it tight, causing their joints to crack.

“OWWWW!” the whiny kid cried out. “YOU’RE HURTING MEEEEE!”

“That’s MY plate- MY PLATE! DON’T TOUCH MY PLATE, OR YOU’RE IN TIME-OUT!” Sun barked. “I NEED TO EAT, YOU GOT THAT, RULEBREAKER!?”

. . .

“...Waaaahhhh!” the kid began to sob, pulling their hand away from Sun once he let go and holding it in their other hand. “You’re a meanie!” “SUN!” One of the security guards alerted him, the others quickly taking over chaperoning the lunch tables. “Come with me!”

Suddenly Sun was jerked from his seat by the head security guard by one of his sun rays, he stumbled standing up and struggled to keep his balance when his head was held so much lower than the rest of his body, like one would drag a child by their ear when they were in trouble. The child who he had grabbed was also led away to a nearby first-aid station in the daycare to make sure the injury to their arm wasn’t bleeding or didn’t leave a mark.

“Ooooo, Mr. Sun’s in trouble!” The other kids mocked, returning to their lunches once he was out of the area.

- - -

“-AGGHH -OOWWW! You’re pulling too hard!” Sun whimpered, the additional pain on top of the pain he was already in was too overwhelming to resist being dragged along.

“Are you out of your fucking mind!?” The guard scolded him, letting go of his sun ray once they had reached Parts and Service. “Do you have any idea what kind of lawsuit we could face if that child goes home and tells their parents that they don’t want to come to the Pizza Plex anymore because you hurt them!?”

“I-I-I didn’t mean to…” Sun stuttered, twiddling his thumbs. “I-I was just stressed, t-that’s all… I just couldn’t help it, I was so hungry I-”

“No fucking excuses, Sun!” The guard cut off his sentence. “I don’t get paid nearly enough to deal with your bullshit, okay? You HAVE to refuel at least once before your shift!... Look, if you’re really having trouble keeping yourself fed, we can just start cutting your work time short or even change the naptime schedule to start before your shift ends-”

‘-NO! No please!” Sun begged, even getting down on his knees and clasping his hands together. “Please please please don’t cut my hours! I don’t think I could stand spending even a minute less with those little angels! I-I’ll refuel on time, I’ll speak up for myself, I promise, PLEASE!”

. . .

CREEAAK WHIIIRRR CLICK CLICK!

Sun’s face glowed red with embarrassment.

“...Umm, heh heh, ouch… Mind giving me a hand now?...”

“...Urgghhh, fine…” the guard grumbled, finding a pack of cookies in a cabinet nearby and handing them to Sun. “Eat. We’ll sort out that kid’s incident report paperwork once your shift is over and the parents come to pick them up.”

Without hesitation, Sun snatched the cookie pack from their hands and ripped it open, wasting no time in shoving a few into his awaiting jaws. The cookie crumbs coated his tongue, and the brown sugar and the semi-sweet chocolate inside the cookies wrapped Sun’s whole head around the absolute ecstasy of delicious flavors he had been dying for. He couldn’t help but let out a small moan of pleasure as his motherboard translated the taste information in his mouth into emotional stimulation in his head, much to the dismay of the security guard. Once the cookies were sufficiently chewed, he swallowed the mouthful down to let the rest of his body take over processing the nutrients into fuel, which took no time at all since the demand for the refueling was quite high. In moments he felt an instant boost of energy, a lightening of his mood, and best of all, the fading away of the pain in his stomach.

“Mmmmm, oh man… I really needed that…” Sun sighed deeply, relaxing his shoulders. “...Thanks for helping me out, I… I should go say sorry to the child I hurt, I don’t want them to think I meant to do that…” “Yeah, probably for the best, but you should maybe refuel a bit more before returning to work.” The guard advised Sun. “You’ve probably burned through more energy than you should’ve, so the energy from that snack might not last the whole twelve hours.” “Ohh, good point.” Sun agreed. “Alright then, whatever you’ve got to offer, I’ll eat.”

- - -

After a bit under an hour, Sun and the security guard returned to the daycare through the massive double doors, where they saw one daycare substitute playing ‘Parachute’ with the kids. Once he was in their line of sight, they were pretty excited to see him return as most of them quickly dropped their corners of the parachute and ran over to give him a hug.

“SUN SUN SUN!” the children cheered. “Did you miss us!?” “Where did you go!?” “Did you die!?” “You missed snack time!”

“Hey everyone!” Sun answered back with glee. “Sorry about leaving you like that, I just got a little out of control and went to time-out, but I feel better now!”

“And now that you do, there’s someone here that is waiting for their apology.” One security guard announced, leading the child that Sun had injured, over to him. “Go on, Sun.”

Oh no…

Sun could see how crushed the kid’s face looked; they didn’t want to make eye contact with him, and were still sniffling from crying earlier. They had a band-aid on their arm where he had grabbed them, so it was obvious whatever damage he had done left a mark of some kind. The kid was clearly traumatized to an extent, and it was all Sun’s fault. He bent down to meet the eye level of the kid and held out his hands for the kid to take.

“I’m… I’m sorry I lost control and hurt you…” Sun apologized. “I shouldn’t have taken my frustration out on you, it wasn’t fair, and you didn’t deserve that… Can you… forgive me?...”

The child paused before giving Sun a hug back.

“...Okay.” the kid softly chuckled. “Wanna play house now?” Sun smiled wide. He was relieved that everything between them had been forgiven. He just hoped any future confrontation with this child’s parents once they read the incident report would go as smoothly as this apology. But for now, he had a job to do.

“House!? My favorite, sure!” he chuckled, taking their hand and skipping with everyone towards the playhouses. “Who wants to play the mommy and daddy?” “ME! ME! ME!” several children shouted, raising their hands for the part.

“Okay, this group will be the mommies and daddies, and this group will be their little angels!” Sun instructed. “And who should I be?”

The children took a moment to talk amongst themselves to come up with an answer.

“THE DOG!” they giggled, one of them pushing Sun down onto the floor, then on all fours. “-Whoa!” he stumbled, picking himself back up. “Umm, okay, I can play as the dog! Uhh, woof woof!”

“FEED THE DOG!” all the kids playing the children of the playhouses shouted, grabbing various snack pieces they had saved from Snack Time and ran over to Sun with them. “FEED HIM!” “-Wait, what-” Sun started before several pretzels were shoved into his mouth. “-Ommph!”

It was absolutely precious to him, the children had felt so bad for Sun that they worked together during Snack Time to make him a new snack plate, a little something from everyone. He had already eaten his fill in Parts and Service, but the children went out of their way to make it up to him, how could he say no?...

He couldn’t, he was playing the house dog, and the rules of house dog?

Eat anything they fed him.

- - -

The clock struck 7pm, it was time for the children who weren’t staying the night to head home, which today was surprisingly everyone, giving the boys the night off. Sun sighed in relief that his shift was over, which meant he could take the break his body needed, especially after going through such a tough few hours on low battery. He guided the children back to the backpack cubbies with a ‘Goodbye’ song, and got them ready to head home, the security guards handling the checkouts with incoming parents there to pick up their kids. One by one, each child met back up with their parents, many of them eager to relay the day they had to them, and hopefully keeping quiet about any trouble Sun caused one of them. Once every child was accounted for exiting, he made his way over to the ballpit, stepping into it a couple paces before turning around and letting himself fall flat backwards into the plastic balls. He let out a groan and shut his eyes, remembering that just because his time with daycare duty was over, his time of cleanup and maintenance began. But luckily he wouldn’t be doing this task alone. 

When his eyes reopened a couple minutes later, his gaze was met with Moon’s, who had just awoken from his sleep and descended from their room via the fly rig he had kept upstairs the whole time. Moon smiled cheekily at Sun’s expense as he hung upside down in front of him. He sometimes took a bit of pleasure seeing his sunny work partner in disarray as it was completely out of his character. He knew Sun had quite the stamina for handling the stress of a long day of caring for children, but even he had a limit, and seeing him cross that limit was amusing to him. Sun replied to Moon’s smile with a scowl, unimpressed with his lack of consideration with access to the fly rig.

“Y’know you could’ve done me a solid before my shift began, Moon.” Sun grumbled, lifting his head up to address him better.

“It’s not my fault they didn’t feed you during your tune-up~” Moon chastised. “You should’ve spoken up and told them you were low.”

“I forgot, okay!?” Sun barked, plastic balls scattering around him when he lunged up and forward to be face to face with Moon. “Just- Help me with cleaning the daycare up for tomorrow, please? I’m… tired…”

“Hehehehe… Very well~” Moon chuckled, fiddling with Sun’s face rays. “Just give me a moment to prepare.”

“...Alright.” Sun sighed, standing back up and removing any plastic balls stuck in his pockets. “...Wait, you’ve had all day to yourself! What could you possibly need to do NOW to prepare!?”

CREEEAAK CLICK CLICK!

Sun stared at him in disbelief. No, he didn’t!

“I need to refuel!~” Moon sang as he ascended back up to their room via the fly rig attached to his back.

“MOOOOON!” Sun angrily yelled and stomped his feet. “GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW AND DO YOUR JOB!”

[meowkusunoki]

Kai's Drawings Analysis

after seeing kai's scrapped art i was like "oh! haha a candle for kouta!" "oh! haha a cat for ayame... wait huh" so basically the point of this post is try to figure out what the drawings mean.

@tsumigram

we'll be going in the order that they're shown in the scrapped art, from left to right. starting off with the most obvious one,

the candle is one of the symbols associated with kouta, koukai knew each other before milgram, something something trains. we all know this.

this one seems to be a house in the distance with a small pond around it. it seems to be in a rather dry place though, so what i interpret as water could be something else. either that or it's winter or late fall. it seems to be very foggy.

i believe this one is also about kouta.

What chilly air. It could rain any moment. “▆▆▆▆ ▆▆▆▆▆▆ ▆▆ ▆▆▆▆ ▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆” “No promises” Who was it? ▆▆▆ silhouette is pale, autumn fog and wet asphalt, I squint as I'm trying to see through the horizon. Cold and hollow, am I even more frozen?  (kai's memory report no.3)

close enough welcome back kai house drawing

also, one of kouta's symbols is a red maple leaf, which is commonly associated with fall, and his trial 1 vd is titled "green waters of oblivion", which could explain the (maybe) pond.

hey look, it's the one that made me start this post in the first place!

this is one of the easiest ones to see; a black cat looking at a cherry blossom tree. one of ayame's symbols is a black cat, and one of remi's is a sakura flower. we will get to remi later. there's also ego for the sakura but we will get to her as well.

now, for ayame...

— I see… — Can you braid my hair? — Huh? No answer. I avert my gaze. What an idiot. At such an age, you're still using this stupid childish voice. (kai's unknown memory)

Echo: …Ayame… Ayame: … Echo: Your voice… Ayame: … Echo: …became much deeper. (ayame's t2 voice drama)

— I think my hair is long enough to show you, - she says, pulling away the ribbons from her twintails and brushing the loose strands with her fingers. (kai's unknown memory)

(ayame's t2 memory reports)

— Isn't this ribbon similar to the red thread of fate? No way. — So if we wrap it around our pinkies, it's like we’re bound forever. This is too much. — No, it's stupid. — Hey! (kai's unknown memory)

I want to talk to someone, though we're in a fight again. Mhm, I know, if you're a part of my fate, we'll always come back together, so I don't need to worry. (ayame's memory report no.1)

yeah i'm not 100% sure about this one but uh. it's something.

a starless night sky with a full moon and a sakura tree. at first i thought it was clouds, but you can just barely see the branches.

Warm snowflakes falling from the night sky, the stars are never seen in the city; I watch myself looking up from the sidelines, holding onto the lantern as last hope. (remi's memory report no.2)

It's dark in the park, though I think it's supposed to be daytime; I don't see the stars either. But I guess they wouldn't be seen in the city… I receive a fish-shaped cake from a smudged, flickering silhouette. I can't remember the taste anymore. (ayame's memory report no.1)

this is the best i can find... i'm not too sure about this one.

...i can't really tell what this one is. at first i thought it was some fruits together, but that kind of looks like a ribbon? and after taking a closer look what i interpreted as leaves don't really look like that. so, i'm completely lost on this one. tsumifandom pls tell me what you think

a grassy field with a lot of clouds in the sky, also it seems to be the start of a sunset or the end of a sunrise.

That's it! From this moment, I'm going to be the one bringing everyone together — so that they can't reject me, I’ll become indispensable. Running through a chilly meadow, sun rising and I hold your hand, catching lavender clouds as I stay at home. (remi's memory report no.2)

i'm more confident about this than the last one, this feels a lot more specific.

this one took me down a bit of a rabbit hole. anyway, it seems to be some kind of pink cup, perhaps a mug, on a plate that also has a small pink flower on it. the background also kind of seems like it's something with a checkered pattern, but that may be confirmation bias on my part.

I don't quite remember how we met. I think I saw ▆▆▆ running away from ▆▆▆ house and decided to strike up a conversation. Who was it? Bright pink silhouette, it still leaves burns on my hands when I attempt to touch it. Black cats rubbing on my shoes, glittery necklaces, strawberry drinks. (kai's memory report no.2)

Year by year, I look back and feel all the same, let me out of this, let me out of this loop!  I wonder what kind of person I used to be before. Is it your fault? Changing me so much.  Cherry blossom petals, a wave of crystal water covering my ankles, tender girly laughs from all sides. (remi's memory report no.2)

Who… is she talking about? My childhood friend… Even in such darkness, I can make out the features of her face. I don't want to forget, not again, please let me engrave her in my mind. Just recently, we were having a picnic at the park filled with cherry blossom trees; how could we come to this so quickly? I want to go home… (ego's unknown memory)

am i saying that these three all knew each other before and went on a picnic together? perhaps. also, about that last one, the name of kai's t1 voice drama is "forget-me-not".

more on ego and kai:

Kouta: …Kai-san. Kai: Ha… Kouta: Could you stop using the fabric of my clothes as a fidget toy? [...] Kouta: Your half-hearted giggles make me remember something bad. Cut it out. —Kai-san.  Kai: Mhm… Kouta: Stop gripping my arm.  Let me go. (kouta's t2 voice drama)

She's holding both of my hands, digging her nails into my palms; I'm sure she doesn't notice, and I'm too sleepy to feel any pain. I’m quietly sitting in bed. (ego's unknown memory)

Kai: … You remind me of someone. To be fair, it might be only your face. Ego: Hm. Kai: Yeah, someone from my victims. No idea who it was, though. You know? My recollection of my life is not very good either. Probably because of this place, but it has always been like this. [...] Kai: I see, I see. You do not see anything. … That's how it goes. You gut everything from my head, and then it ends. I won't see you again for an unknown amount of time, and you'll get reincarnated with a completely different opinion on me. Although I asked you not to leave me all alone. But I ask for too much. (kai's t1 voice drama)

You should go. She is not answering. I don't think we have much time. …Do you want to get rid of me so much? Huh? Would you rather choose to stay with his corpse here? I want you to live a normal life. But I want to be with you. (ego's unknown memory)

i colored the phrases i think are said by kai in this one.

the other drawings don't seem to have anything in them, so this is it for now. will add to this if the future memories have any references to these drawings.