#Desolation Daycare

[hugs-and-murder]

i just had to draw this [W.I.P]

[amphiptere-art]

Alrighty! Finally!

The new ravenous ref!!

Of which I'm also going to tack on his new story. If you want to see a description of the new arts thought process. And then scroll all the way down until you see something called art ramble. Otherwise enjoy their new story!

Ravenous's new story for arcade.

So. Before ravenous was born / made. There was this pretty large pizza plex. And it ran like any other sort of pizzaplex. Except this one was definitely abusive. The robots did everything. If some model found some time to relax. They wouldn't be allowed to. There was handlers where they're only job was to make sure the animatronics were doing something. It wasn't a very nice place for any sort of animatronic to be in. But surprisingly for having such a big building. The actual plex seemed pretty small. And that was because the Plex was sort of the front.

The real purpose of the place was to pump out animatronics, and make animatronics for war. It was a place where animatronics like Pluto and Blood Moon were made. And this one guy in the facility. Well he was dead set on making a giant animatronic that could not only best other animatronics, But would be hyperobedient. And so as he was working in a facility where they already built violent out animatronics. He thought it would be easy.

The only thing is that he was a terrible coder. So he kind of just grabbed some code from somewhere else. And started to mess with it. Copying what violent tendencies he could basically steal from other places. This includes the cannibal bug, The shit blood moon and Pluto have, Plus anything else from the facility. Stealing sharp claws and the sharp teeth. There is of course the cannibal bugs stuff but he just added more. Meaning that while an animatronic like Blue Moon still has that metal dissolving saliva. This little ravenous prototype has like 10 times more.

Anyways. Point is other than the violent parts and what violent code he can grab. He kind of grabbed the wrong base code. And with him messing with so much of it. He kind of broke it. And instead of getting a AI that had every violent thought it could get, and the basic age of like 20 or 30s. He instead got a AI with the age of a young child, and barely any understanding over any of its violent codes. This pissed him off. He was creating a monster not a child! But he decided whatever. Maybe if he raises this kid as a part of his family. He can at least fulfill the whole obedient part.

So little ravenous got cared for by his "father". Ravenous was none the wiser about the fact that his father was a fucking human. Neither was he none the wiser that his father was trying to raise him into a monster. This was just father. And he loved his father! The human despite not really wanting to do any of this. Kept treating ravenous like a little child or baby. They would cuddle and watch movies together and did basically any sort of bonding exercise. The human nearly put to the whole raising a monster thing on the back burner.

But ravenous still had all those violent pieces and violent tendencies. The only problem is that they were practically a child and didn't know what to do with any of this. Ravenous didn't really realize that when he licked something. It could melt into fucking butter. Ravenous would give hugs that would nearly kill people. Ravenouses wildly waving tail was as sharp as a knife. And they were constantly destroying paperwork, we're just blatantly hurting somebody by them wagging their tail.

This started to get on their human's nerves. Ravenous still love them because they remember all the times they were being treated so sweetly. But they're creator started to distance himself as he restarted his project. This time with a bit more experience and a tad more friends to help. Also the timer of the revolution was now on them. Meaning that Raven is his father was slowly growing more and more cold. And so like any kid. Ravenous started to sort of do things that get his father's attention.

He started to eat more things he wasn't supposed to. Hugging people was more of a fit to get somebody to look at him. Ravenous would randomly come in and cut paper up just to get their attention. And one time ravenous went attention seeking on the wrong thing. He found what was essentially his Father's second version of himself. Differently colored and stuff but still was essentially the better version of what ravenous was supposed to be. And ravenous figured that this would be the best thing to get his father's attention.

So he might have taken a nibble off of this very expensive and preciously worked on project. He wasn't meaning to damage it but... He's a kid with the most violent metal eating saliva ever known to man. The thing was basically destroyed at the first nibble. Weeks of work down the drain. And ravenous's father was not happy. Their father was already getting on the edge of their nerves with ravenous. The attention seeking behavior was destructive just because of how ravenous's body was. Ravenous was already a project failure. And not only did he have his own pressure. But the pressure of all the coworkers he had that had also had their work ruined.

So ravenous's father lashed out. Ravenous was a failure. Ravenous destroyed the only thing that was important to him. Ravenous had to go. Ravenous was of course heartbroken at their father basically screaming and yelling at them. Calling them nothings and nobody's. But what he did after was what really made them sob.

The facility is huge. There are tons of halls where stuff is just discarded. And there is tons of stuff in the facility and made in particular to fight off the facilities own made killer materials. Medals they're strongest animatronics and metal eating saliva couldn't break. And so ravenous's father and his companions dragged him down to one of these lost halls. They welded chains to a giant metal brick. And then they started to slowly shackle ravenous down.

It took until they were halfway done and that ravenous realized that something bad was happening. That his father wasn't just yelling at him now. He started to cry and sob. Loud enough that it started annoying everyone and could be heard in the fake Plex. So using their manpower and they're dark sense of reasoning. They welded some chains to a piece of metal that they had haphazardly opened holes in. Pulled down ravenous's face and welded the thing on him. Ignoring the poor babies screams.

Ravenous's father and his friends left the scene soon after. Once they were sure ravenous could do nothing to get out. And could only let out whimpers or growls. His father talked about plans on reusing ravenous for parts or even just his chip. Which is the only reason they didn't deactivate him. And they just turned off the lights in this lonely storage room and left him there.

Ravenous was of course devastated. Practically mute, unable to escape, and left alone in the dark. Not only did it devastate the bot but it's also scared them. They were all alone. In the dark. Unable to scream for help. And their father had abandoned them. As a child it was something they couldn't quite grasp all the way. Plus they started to get hungry. Before his father didn't really like him eating but let him eat. But with this muzzle on his mouth he couldn't eat anything. Neither was there anything really around.

Raven is of course started to fade into desperate instincts. Starvation, and isolation making them mad. Only really held alive because of their souped up robotic parts. Unable to die really. Reactor is in electrical stealing devices always recharged their battery enough for them to come back online eventually. They would sometimes devour their own nanite saliva. Basically eating themselves over and over and over again. The area around their lips would melt, get devoured, And then the resources from their own lips were used to repair it. And that happened for a long time.

Of course the revolution was happening. The Plex was on high alert for any animatronic because it wasn't exactly not well known that they treated them terribly. Handlers didn't have a good reputation from there basically. And so won the revolution was finished. They were investigated immediately and shut down. Not only for having terrible practices with animatronics, But also because they quickly tried to just kill them all. Luckily most of the animatronics there had basically learned a rough and tough thought process. And survived through their own violence, and cleverness. Able to call in for help and escape.

Ravenous's father never got to build his super weapon. He had to restart a new, and with the revolution his friends had basically scattered early. The Plex was shut down. And while the animatronics did eventually learn of the facility and stopped its production. Looking through every room that every personnel in the building talked about or spoke of something important. Anything realistically wrote down. They never really went into the deep warehouse. No one looked down in the storage. Ravenous his father never really wrote down that he was there. No one heard ravenouses screams.

And so this lines the spot with the crossover time area.

Now of course there's other things that happened. And I have actually made a little bit of a after story. (Technically because I figured this out first before I actually figured out the new story) So I'm going to share that despite the crossover time area being here.

Basically while ravenous was slowly rotting away in the facility. The facility long abandoned by now. Nykur found his way into the facility. It was big and large and had resources that hadn't been pillaged. It was a pretty good hiding spot for a lot of people that lived on the streets. The top level of mostly ruled by humans. The top level of the facility and some of the upper warehouse had robots like Nykur in it.

But the little fella traveled a bit deeper. He heard an interesting sound he couldn't resist. The curious little fella found the room that ravenous was tied up in. Now ravenous was not in good shape. Not only are they crazed by hunger. But also just damaged by time and their body being self-destructive. So when ravenous woke up to the scent of metal. They of course lashed out. But it also was filled with the echo of scratching and broken parts. Unravenous only got to lash out for a while before their battery died and they collapsed.

Nykur was of course scared out of his goddamn mind and ran out of there. But once they realize that ravenous was offline. They started to think about their new find. They had just found this giant animatronic that was changed to a giant metal block. This animatronic didn't seem to move any further than the tip of its chains. They also were able to close enough to see that he had a muzzle on. Ravenous couldn't eat them. Although Nykur figure that ravenous could still hurt them.

But the fact that ravenous couldn't eat it gave them an idea. Nykur is small. They can't hunt for their own food. They can barely survive off of scraps and acting cute. So they figured. If they brought something to this big scary robot. And the scary robot killed it. It might tear it into tiny pieces, But it couldn't eat it. So Nykur could realistically just wait until it powered off again and steal the food. Nykur basically figured that ravenous was a food grinder with extra steps.

And so Nykur sort of made Ravenous's prison they're den. They never got too close to ravenous. But they basically had their own place in the room. Every once in a while Nykur would lead some unfortunate animatronic down there to be killed by ravenous. Being so small that he could slip between their claws and they're blind fury to eat. Ravenous wood sometimes tear the victim apart enough that they could eat some pieces. But it was hardly enough. Nykur would always come in afterwards and drag the pieces away. Eating this parts happily until they lead another person down.

No of course ravenous is still very much stuck in a starved madness. But the company is nice in the few glimpses of sanity they get. Ravenous enjoys the company. It's better than being all alone. And while they are still being edged by starvation it makes them a little better. Ravenous starts to see Nykur as their brother. Nykur starts feeling the same way being a similar age. But it's only held back by the fact that ravenous usually snarled and tries to eat them.

I may as well also mark this as a crossover time point. For those of you that want to get both children at the same time.

Of course I'm sure some of you saw that little tiny story. And that takes after this paracism relationship happens. No of course I think I'm going to continue that particular storyline. Inside of arcade Universe itself. Reveal it too you guys slowly until I feel like I want to reveal it all the way. So you guys might be getting little bits and pieces of Ravenous and Nykur adoption, alongside Vapor and the Neptune pack having scuffles.

Anyways

Art rambles!

As you can see ravenous didn't get that radical of a redesign. But they definitely had a redesign in their colors and patterns. I've been wanting to redo ravenous for a long time. His design was okay enough for me not to immediately want to change it over others. But I've always had problems here and there. My attempt at a glitchy effect on his body just... Didn't work and wasn't reliably repeatable. It was something that would probably look really cool on a 3D model that had this wrapping animated texture. But it was something that I just couldn't do by hand.

I needed a new pattern for ravenous not only for my own sanity, But also just because every single time I tried to draw it looked horrible. Plus the colors of ravenous that I had wasn't a perfect match. I didn't quite understand How color sort of shifted when you did certain stuff to them. And therefore there were some colors in their palette that really didn't need to be there. Or they were the wrong picked color. Inaccurate to the SB Arcade Eclipse image.

So. First thing I did was to fix those colors. Grab the actual colors and not just the colors that I thought I needed. Figuring out the colors properly, and settling on a much cleaner palette. And then I had to get onto the patterns. I had done a lot of different patterns. And I definitely want to ravenous to still be unique looking. So I didn't want to copy anything I had already.

So I went through a random list of animals. Chose a couple and started the process of figuring out which ones worked. There was a couple of ideas that I had already sort of thought of for ravenous. One of these ideas was called "edges". Basically we're ravenous glowed from the inside out. Something that was sort of there in their old design but was more there to help fight against their black lines. Another one was something I called frilled stripes. Taken off of a swallowtail butterfly. And the last one was a pattern guy called sequence of dots. Based off of the many patterns lizards get on their sides. They were some of the favorites and so I sort of mashed them together.

Smashing them together resulted in this lovely pattern. He honestly reminds me of some sort of toy solar system. And I think it works for the big little guy. He feels like some sort of astrology book or a silly little illustration of the stars for children. And it still feels like ravenous in every other regard. I didn't change much about the design other than the pattern, and a slight color adjust. So I hope the new design isn't jarring to anyone, And hopefully will be celebrated for just how better it looks.

Anyway that's all I have to ramble. Hope you guys like ravenous new story and design.

[naffeclipse]

Hello, Scarecrow

Potion Maker!Reader x Shadow Demon!Moon, Fire Demon!Sun, & Wizard!Eclipse

Commission Info

The lovely @pure-plum requested a very soft and touching moment for the reader reaching out to one of the boys to offer them warmth and a place to stay, and, of course, he does choose to stay. My Eclipse's Moving Daycare AU was perfect for a darling little prompt! Enjoy <3

Content Warnings: Slight violence, angst, implied child harm, and blood

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You step softly onto the lush green ground, the soil rich and mulchy with nutrients. The land is fertile. Gazing your fingertips softly along the very tips of tall weeds, you marvel that such a lovely stretch of plains haven’t been settled upon by families and farmers alike. The sun, bright and blazing hot above you, beats upon your brow.

You should have asked for a hat on this fine, summery day.

Set in the distance is Eclipse’s moving daycare. It sits loftily upon the humble earth. The massive building is castle-like, strutting with towers and spiraling peaks, and windows colored in scarlet, canary, and sapphire. The slender but towering mechanical legs under the belly of the building fold into a perch. Massive talon tips sink into the dirt. Every little piece of it reminds you of the wizard who commands the stunning structure—if only it also possessed a pair of wings.

The wizard, Eclipse, and your recently acquired fire demon, Sun, have ventured towards small inhabitants on the other side of the plain. There may be someone in need or children that require a temporary home until Eclipse can find suitable parents to raise them. Sun has offered his assistance.

You hope nothing catches fire. You must also hope that Eclipse doesn’t lose his cool. Surely, they’ll get along, at least until they return to the moving daycare and may resume any petty grievances.

Your fingers curl around the wispy tops of towering stalks, the soft and feathery tips tickling your palm. Faintly upon the ground where your boots touch, you find old plow rows. Strange, you muse. A farmer once tended to these lands. 

Why did the farmer stop? 

You step further into the overgrowth, realizing that the weeds grow in a uniform square where the crop must have resided before it was abandoned. Wild shrubbery flanks the sides. Trees in the very distance stand forlorn with stretching shadows as you pick your way slowly through the massive field. 

Your hope to locate common, wild ingredients for food sways from your focus while you study the area. Perhaps you may even discover a few special herbs for your potions. You pat your satchel lightly. A few glasses clink quietly within it, filled with a few magical concoctions that may come in use for any sort of occasion or emergency.

Stopping in your stroll, you turn your head this way and that, studying the surrounding fields. If this was once a farmer’s land, there must be a house close by.

Under the shadows of tall and well nurtured shady oak trees is a small structure. A humble construct your eyes almost skimmed over due to the crawling vines and bustling shrubbery crowded with its stone bricks. Nature has overrun what was once a house for man. Parts of the wall crumble. The door hangs askew, dangling by a lone nail in a rusty hinge that may drop at any moment. 

Curious, curious. You hum to yourself in thought while you continue towards the tiny home. In your short travel, your foot almost meets the wrong end of an old hoe, the metal rusted and the wooden shaft a splintered, rotted thing. 

And to leave behind tools? You click your tongue.

You reach the shadowy alcove of the stone house. The door creaks upon its lone hinge, and you peek into the darkness dripping like ink into the space. Though the cool air should be a relief against your flushed skin, a chill most unnatural falls over you.

There, upon the dirt floor, under an overturn and vine-wrapped wooden chair, is a doll. A table is cracked in half and laid desolate upon its side. Curtains of pale blue hang with dust clinging to the sun-washed fibers over a tiny window, allowing in the barest wink of light. Pewter dishes lie spilled upon the ground before an empty and weed invaded hearth, the green stalks poking through the cracks in the stone.

As if a viper wrapped itself around your throat, you find it hard to swallow. Devastation taints the air. The bleakness of such ruin presses a dark, heavy fist against your ribs. 

The doll is a tiny fabric one, dirtied and touched by leaves. An inexplicable urge within you asks you to go to it, as if you might be able to save this sweet little face. Still, you cannot refuse this course of action.

You step inside, almost tip-toeing for a sake that is both absurd and very wary, before you tenderly push the chair up, tearing a few vines from their home, and pick up the doll. It fits in your palm. It’s dark hair of wool drapes over your knuckles.

Straightening, you quickly turn back the way you came, and leave the deserted house. Out in the sweet heat of sunlight, you release a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding all the while. You taste dust and something milk and dewy-like in the air while studying the doll’s face.

You stride through the field, nearing a towering patch of shrubs and weeds. Perhaps Eclipse can help you learn what happened here. Sweat beads upon your forehead in the short trek onwards under a glaring white sun. Breathing, you endure a hot red wave running over you, leaving your cheeks red and your skin flushed. 

Stepping through the overgrown patch, you push aside a few shrubs’ leaves before finding a long and wooden pole stabbed into the ground. You stop at the straw-like feet set upon a small platform nailed into the pole. 

You tilt your head back slowly to find a scarecrow greeting you. A sun bleached straw hat sits along its head. The clothes are old and moth-eaten, and straw peeks out from the sleeves, pant legs, and waist of the sole sentient of the field. 

You gaze at it with a furrowed brow, finding its eyes strangely red and pale, like a blood moon.

“Hello, scarecrow,” you murmur almost inaudibly. 

You pant slightly. Drawing your thumb over the doll’s simple stitched face, you slip forward to the slightly cleared ground at the pole’s foundation and settle in the skinny stripe of shade provided by the scarecrow. You lean back slightly, resting your back along the wood. You close your eyes and use the back of your hand to wipe sweat away from your hairline. The doll sits in your lap. You clutch it tight as you catch your breath for a moment, wishing for a bit more coolness.

The blistering sun beams down on your apron and boots. The heat, however, eases in the slightest when the glow seeping through your eyelids darkens. Shade thickens over you.

You open your eyes wide. Staring upwards, you find the head of the scarecrow directly above you. 

You’ve never known any scarecrows to move.

Blinking, your eyes adjust to the slight difference in light, and discover a most curious face over the scarecrow’s head. An inky visage, hunched under the brim of the straw hat, with pale red eyes beaming down at you. The fey-being tilts slightly and angles the hat so the shadows may fall slightly better over you. A soft hiss echoes when a pitch-black tendril accidentally slips into the daylight. In a snap, it curls every wispy and writhing part of itself deeper under the straw head covering while clinging to the scarecrow’s form.

“Oh!” You jump to your feet, alarmed by the disheveled sight of the magical creature. The doll crumples in your grasp. “You poor thing, you’re burning!”

“Forgive me,” the rasp that flits out from the hide of the scarecrow is low, crackling from what you suspect is disuse and dryness. “You seemed exhausted by the heat.”

You can hardly comprehend how the being of darkness could offer such a kind gesture at the expense of his own comfort. Snapping your head this way and that, your eyes zero in on the abandoned and dark home.

“Why don’t you go into the shade of that house?” you point towards its black alcove in the doorway.

“I cannot move.” The being shrinks back slightly against the scarecrow’s crumpled and eaten away form. Tendrils slip in and out of tears in the cloth, spilling straw down its body where it floats to the ground. “A cruel wizard bound me to this tatterdemalion scarer.”

A wizard. It couldn’t have been Eclipse. No, this is someone awful. Someone cruel.

You stare up at him, aghast. You lift a hand up to the straw hat in the hope of, somehow, offering more shade, but the creature flinches back from your fingertips. Immediately, you take your touch away, eyes widening.

“Why?” you breathe.

The shadow of the scarecrow stares down at you. A glint of his gaze becomes silver-lined as he writhes along the limbs of the strawman he’s trapped against. 

“There was a child,” the creature quietly scrapes out the words. “The wizard was luring her from her parents’ home. I sensed evil in his heart.”

The overturned furniture. The doll, abandoned.

A sting of tears attacks your eyes. You force yourself to blink back the wetness. 

The creature tilts his hat brim down low, hiding his face. “I fought the wizard. I lost.”

A tear runs down your face. You quickly wipe it away, staining your fingers in the salty slickness.

“You did what you could,” you manage to speak through the thickness in your throat.

The being says not a word, hanging in defeat. His tendrils weakly twine around the limbs of the scarecrow. A transparency burns through the being, and you understand that he is fading. 

You wish to take his hand or try to find a way to unfasten the scarecrow from its pole so he may be free, but you find no charms or artifacts keeping him pinned in place. It must be the body of the scarecrow he is cursed to.

“Wait just a moment.” You stuff a hand into your satchel to begin fishing for a potion. “I may have a way to free you.”

The straw hat tilts slightly, either in confusion or hope, you can’t say. 

“You didn’t have to burn yourself just to offer me a bit of shade,” you chastise gently. The bottles are cool against your fingertips but none are exactly the right liquid or herb you’re seeking.

“You looked tired,” he whispers weakly. “It was all I could do for you.”

You lift your eyes briefly before returning to your desperate search. Glass jars clink against each other consisting of ground powders and bubbling elixirs—yes, there it is. You pull out a small glass container of owl’s clover. A burning head of flora is stuffed inside, flecked with gentle pulses of red-hot light along its blossom. You quickly twist the lid and free it, lifting it high into the air.

“What is that?” The shadows flinch in the slightest.

“A way to break the curse,” you say, hopeful.

His wide set eyes follow the red-hot and pointed bristles of the flower. You step up closer. The shadowy being hisses softly at the shift of light, and you utter an apology. This will be swift—if it works.

You draw the flower gingerly along the old and sun bleached clothing. The glowing heat of the flora pulses as if fanned, and you hear a quiet pop as magic gives away to your small antidote. The creature stops struggling as you brush it over his prison. Along the limbs, the pole, and lastly, the face of the scarecrow, you draw your enchanted tool. A quiet groan follows from the fey-being. The straw hat tilts. 

With tendrils drooping from where he was onced hanged along the stents, the shadowy demon peels away from the scarecrow and falls to the grassy ground in a twisted heap. 

Dropping to your knees, you offer your body as a shield against the daylight. The creature breathes laboriously. His mass is a twisting, braided mound, but he is whole.

“Are you alright? What’s your name?” you ask breathlessly. 

You stuff the flower back into its jar and away into your bag. The doll—you dropped it in the grass. Before you can reach for it, a shadowy, claw tipped hand darts into the bare sun and drags it back to his chest. Another hiss follows, but you can’t bring yourself to demand why he would do such a foolish thing.

Instead, you take the straw hat and set it gently over his person. It will still offer shade for the creature—one you suspect is a shadow demon.

You wait, looming over the poor thing as his body is little more than an inky puddle. The pale glint of his eyes cracks open as a claw strokes the doll’s hair.

“Moon,” he says at last, weak but brittle with a mirth that gives you reason to smile. 

“Moon,” you echo. “It’s nice to meet you.”

You tell him your name.

He breathes it back almost in a lullaby-like lilt. 

You dip your head then stay very still, your shadow draping over him like a warm cloak upon a wintery night. In the brief respite, your mind tumbles slowly. Why did this happen to the little girl? Who was the wizard who did this? You must stow away your questions for now—Moon is in no condition for questions.

“I have two very dear friends who can help you,” you say softly. “We will take you back to our moving daycare. Your burns need care. I have a potion that will do the trick.”

Moon’s head tilts, the silver slice decorating his face now scrunching slightly with an emotion you can’t read. The tendrils of his body squirm slightly.

“Moving daycare?” he murmurs. His eyes crinkle in confusion and something a little more harsh, unforgiving.

“Yes,” you nod eagerly, but stop quickly so as to not bob your dark outline around too much, lest you scorch him with a touch of daylight. 

Inexplicably, the shadow demon tenses not unlike a rabbit spying a hawk circling overhead. Your eyes widen. An instinct within you reaches out your hand to calm the poor thing who has suffered greatly but his pale red eyes snap over your shoulder. Your ears prick at the soft flap of wings before they settle upon the earth once more.

“Dearest?” The low and sonorous voice is familiar as the brush of the breeze and the many ingredients hidden away within your pantry. 

Joy bubbles through you like the gentle flow of a clear stream. Eclipse. His wings can help shield Moon from the sun, and Sun can help guide the shadow demon to the doors of the moving daycare.

You turn your head, carefully to not shift your kneeled position and disturb Moon’s resting place, and sigh at the solace returning to you.

Eclipse stands at the edge of the overgrown field, the towering weeds that swept up against your hip are now small and insignificant in comparison to his tall and willowy stature. His wings are raven-dark and shine with a red iridescent in the noon daylight. Soft glints of bronze and black iron underneath are cocked to a strand angle, prepared to leap into drastic action. His deep red hat sits pointed and rumpled upon his brow. The brim cuts above his piercing eyes, two-toned in yellow and red, and warning and fright. The slightest creases to his white billowy shirt and dark trousers suggests a quick flight.

Beside him, Sun is oddly taut. His flaming body is set low, ember arms spread open as if to snatch you away. The flames around his head gathered into a stronger, more fierce crown of flames. His expression is set into a fearsome challenge. The pale of his eyes are wide, the briefest flicker of a blue tint set deep within. His knees are poised to jump.

Your lips part in confusion. Brow furrowing, you lift a hand to invite them closer, to be calm, when the darkness underneath your crouched form writhes.

“Wizard,” Moon’s voice drops into an abysmal and furious hiss.

Your flesh prickles as fear scuttles over your spine.

“Darling!” Sun shouts. His burning hand extends for you. 

Eclipse snaps his wings. A comet-like flare of light burns between his metallic digits—magic—but he is too late.

A snare of darkness twines around your limbs. The swift shade envelops you, ripping you back against the scarecrow pole and holding you in a viper-like vice. You gasp, struggling against the bindings in a prey-like instinct to free yourself of the choking tendrils. You are answered with a sharp squeeze that holds your body against the shadow demon’s chest, and you become a living shield. 

“You’re with a wizard,” Moon snarls low in your ear. An anger you could not have sensed before freezes your ear, but below his wicked tone, you catch the quiver of fear in his formless throat. His hands grip your wrists, holding you down. A tremor runs through his claws pressing so sharply into your skin. He draws out beads of blood.

“Release the potion maker.” Eclipse hands are held before him, his voice dangerously calm. A storm rages in his expression. A fierceness you have only witnessed when he was without his heart.

“Do not take another step, do not speak.” The silvery curve of Moon’s face catches in the corner of your vision like the wink of a blade. “I will kill this human. Do not tempt me.”

“If you harm a hair upon our darling’s head,” Sun begins in raised pitched, exuberant though lacking any joy or mirth, “I will light this entire field and ensure you never see another starry night.”

Moon shifts his pale red gaze, deepening into an inky crimson while his touch twitches along you. You’ve seen this before in a fox when its paw was caught in a trap and it bit at anything within reach.The tendrils of his body constrist. Air is forced from your lungs as a binding of his shadows cinches around your middle. You clench your fingers to keep the blood flowing to your fingers while his grip threatens to snap your wrist bones. 

Your heart rams against your ribs. Caught in the crossfire of very powerful creatures, you think of how long he must have been trapped, suffering. Of course, he doesn’t know Eclipse’s heart nor that your hands set it back within his chassis. He doesn’t realize that Sun was driven away with blades and pitchforks by humans who met him with only fear and hatred.

“Moon,” you say softly.

Stygian black tendrils rope around your throat. Your chin is forced up as the shadow demon leans close to your ear.

“Shhh.” Moon’s cold breath tingles in your ear.

“Please, listen.” You hold terribly still. You try to find his gaze but he keeps you firmly facing away from him. “Eclipse is kind. He will help you, too. Sun is good. There’s no need to be afraid.”

“Dearest,” Eclipse steps forward. The wide desperation of his eyes burns through you.

Moon grasps a fistful of your hair. Jerking your head back, the slippery pitch of his body coils tighter around your throat and gives as a squeeze. 

The tiniest squeak of fright escapes you. He eases his touch in the slightest.

A roar of an inferno leaps from Sun’s charcoal mouth. He clenches his fists where he stands, the light of his person brightening and flaring out in fury.

“Be calm,” you call out despite the pressure on your vocal cords. Eclipse and Sun flick their furious gazes from the shadow demon to you. “Be still. All will be well.”

An uncertain flicker of Moon’s tendrils eases the slightest upon you. His body is an inky pool against your back, clutching you as if to drag you under a dark surface.

Calmly, you turn your wrist and touch the back of one of his hands. His claws clench, sinking slightly deeper into your flesh with a small slice. You ignore the thickening blots of blood and hum a low, soothing sound.

“I will allow no harm to come upon you,” you breathe deeply and evenly. “I will make a potion to ease your burns.”

A shudder rolls over the shadow demon. His claws unhook from your wrists. The rest of his shady being still twists behind you, shrinking in the slightest as if bracing for a strike.

“You must be hungry. You must be exhausted,” you continued softly, your voice lowered to the poor, wounded creature who had been abandoned for so long. “Let us take you to our moving daycare. You can rest. You can eat. I will keep you safe.”

The coils around your throat brush just underneath your chin. You fight the urge to struggle with danger so close to your vulnerable, soft neck.

“The wizard will attack,” Moon mutters. His attention remains on Eclipse, his entire form staying angled away from the magic caster. 

“He will not,” you find Eclipse’s gaze and hold it. “I swear upon my life.”

A scowl ripples over the wizard’s mouth but he lowers his wings in the slightest. Sun, however, stays poised on his toes, eager as a wayward spark to be carried forward and bring a fire upon the shadow demon.

Moon twists ever so slightly. A hand lowers to your palm where he stares at a little streak of your blood smeared over your skin. 

A heartbeat passes.

“Trust me,” you whisper.

For a breath, it is only you and the shadow demon as a soft zephyr blows over the weeds, tipping their green stalks into a sway. Sun’s heat touches your skin. Feathers twitch upon Eclipse’s right wing.

The pressure of his midnight coils gradually loosens, bit by bit, as if he’s opening his jaws to let you stumble out from between his teeth. The sun bleached straw hat retreats slightly behind you. Free of his fearful embrace, you turn slowly to keep your shadow within his reach, and you offer out a hand.

The shadow demon stares at the offering of your fingers as he hunkers underneath the scarecrow pole. His eyes are pale reflections of a blood moon. You wish to ease the fright lining them with silver.

“Come with me, Moon.” You hold his gaze unflinchingly. 

His attention falls again to the pinpricks of blood on your wrist. 

“I hurt you,” he rasps weakly. A statement of fact punctured with regret and confusion.

“Someone hurt you, too.” You wait, patient in the viciously warm daylight.

The soft approach of footsteps triggers tension over the slippery dark tendrils of Moon. You stay still, calm. Your hand still waits for his.

Slowly, surveying the three of you, the shadow demon’s hand, cool as midnight, slips over your palm. A soft crack of fire-eaten logs sounds from Sun in warning. Ignoring the tension, you glance at Eclipse. 

“Sweetheart, will you shade Moon with your wing?”

Eclipses bristles for one harsh moment, incredulousness painting him fierce. Moon’s hand tightens around your fingers. Though, you note, he doesn’t squeeze too hard. Sun slips closer to your side, and when his light reaches the shadow demon, Moon hisses and retreats slightly behind you and his straw hat. 

“He’s coming back with us? Darling,” Sun’s voice zigzags in pitch, jumping between disbelief and wrath, “is that really such a good idea?”

“He needs our help, sweetheart.” You turn to Sun, keeping your back to the shadow demon where he might easily strike again. A steadiness within you understands that he won’t. 

The fire demon struggles for a moment, his mouth opening and closing like a wavering flame unable to decide if it wants to continue burning or not. 

“Eclipse?” you tilt your head in question.

He steadily lays a look upon the shadow demon. Misgivings and cooling anger swirl in the minute twitches of his metallic and half-dark expression. You look at him with a silent plea. 

Eclipse lowers his shoulders in the slightest. With a few soft clicks of gears, Eclipse lifts his wing. The dark feathers cast an even darker shadow, and Moon lifts his head, startled.

“We will walk slowly, together,” Eclipse decides.

“Yes, together,” Sun punctuates with a burning look to Moon. 

“There’s a storage room that’s dark and quiet,” you say as you take the first step. “You can rest there while I brew up a potion for your burns. Once you’re healed, you can return to whatever is waiting for you.”

The shadow hand in your grasp tenses in the slightest, but direct sunlight stays back with Eclipse’s wing and your own presence. Sun moves ahead slowly. His head turns back before he must look where he is walking. 

A quietly wisp of a breath leaves the fey-being. He follows right in your shadow.

“I have no one waiting for me,” he says quietly.

You look back at him with a soft expression.

“You may choose to stay with us, if you wish.”

Eclipse and Sun exchange heavy glances, but the anger you expected to be kindled is not within them. Perhaps they remember when not too long again, you asked if you could stay. You had nothing then, as well. And no one.

“Despite how terribly I reacted?” Moon’s pale red eyes hold you in their depths.

You look to Eclipse and Sun, who incline their heads in the slightest. They trust you.

“Yes,” you smile, and take him to Eclipse’s moving daycare.

[midnight-mourning]

Not Even a Mouse

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alright, y'all have had it too good for too long, have some angst (with a bit of fluff, of course) to balance it all out, hope you enjoy!

Prompt: If you don't fill all the spots,,, I'm gonna make a second request! Idk if you're doing any angst for this one, but if you are,,, something about Sun being alone for Christmas. Maybe he finds out the employees and Glams are having a party without him. Idk i just wanna make him sad. xD Don't feel obligated to do this one! This is just an extra if you want :P

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The Daycare has a cold atmosphere to it, being so empty as it is. The music plays as always, tune just as cheery as ever, without a single listener. Save for one. 

Every toy is in its place, all the crafts supplies are put away. There's not a thing that isn't perfectly organized within the entire space. It's already been cleaned, one, twice, and now thrice, so there's not even a singular speck of dust. 

It's spotless. And desolate. 

The children are gone, it is the holidays after all. They wouldn't be back for another day or so. In the meantime, the attendant can only twiddle his thumbs and try not to go stir crazy in the meantime. 

There's others in the Plex of course, the other bots and some employees. But they, well. They aren't exactly friendly, when it came to either side of the Daycare Attendant. 

They were never exactly sure as to why. 

Both had tried to reach out, interact, engage, on multiple occasions. Each attempt being met with either unease, wobbly kindness, or downright hostility in some cases. It got to the point where both simply just, gave up. 

It was better to not try, they realized, it made things easier to keep to themselves and not bother anyone else. At least, Moon had learned this. It was arguably easier for him, given his status as naptime attendant. Isolation wasn't an unfamiliar feeling. 

But it was for Sun. 

While Moon was fine with the quiet, Sun was borderline inconsolable. 

And that was before he had found out about the holiday party. 

It had been a complete accident. Just so happening to be walking by on his way to gather clean stuffed animals from the laundry room. Two random employees chatting without a care in the world.

"Yeah, there's even a white elephant, come on, you gotta come!"

"I wasn't gonna miss it. Are the Glamrocks participating? I feel like it'd be funny to see what they come up with as gifts."

"I think so, yeah. It's gonna be..." They notice the Daycare Attendant, voice lowering. "—Great."

The other employee gives a confused look, then turns slightly to see the bot, eyes wide.

Not wanting to make things worse Sun simply nods in greeting, and goes on his way. 

Now, sitting alone in their room, scattered papers and old crayons surrounding him, he wishes he had said something. Wishes he had spoken up, argued, criticized, cried. Anything. 

Instead, he didn't. He just stood there and took it. 

The playtime attendant can picture it, dozens of employees and the other bots crowded together somewhere, probably the dance floor. Laughing, chatting, just enjoying the company of friends and coworkers. There's probably decorations everyone, to the nines even, based on how many boxes Moon saw people carrying around earlier that week. 

Holiday music and snacks, and of course, the gift exchange. Competing for the best gift, and having a wonderful time doing it.

It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that they were so hated. That he was so disliked. What had he done to deserve this kind of treatment? This kind of hurt?

The Glamrocks were good enough, so why wasn't he—

There's a muted snap, causing the bot to jump and glance down to his hand. 

Another broken crayon to add to the collection. 

With a scoff he tosses it away, towards the wall not too far in front of him. It wasn't a hard throw, but apparently it was enough. 

The sound of fluttering paper can be heard as a single page falls to the ground. It piques Sun's interest, and he shifts to take a closer look. 

It's a drawing of him, one done in pencil, maybe charcoal—he'd never thought to ask—as opposed to the usual paint and crayons the kids utilized. 

Though that would be because a child didn't make it for him. You did. 

At least, he's 99% sure. You'd scurried off before he could ask. 

You worked in the gift shop, passing by the Daycare every day for work. And every day, either one of the attendants would catch you staring as you walked by the large windows. Ducking your head and rushing off whenever you got caught. 

You'd only spoken to them a handful of times, when you happened to come in to speak to the security guard about something. Sun was never quite sure why you needed the guard so much, but he didn't think to question it either. 

Your voice was always very soft, mumbling. If he didn't have such well-adjusted noise sensors he'd probably not be able to hear you. He didn't know why you were so quiet, you had a lovely voice. 

He wished you say more, on your visits. Your words always stuttered and brief. But he cherished those moments. Every little interaction was saved in several locations in his hard drive just to make sure he didn't lose them. You were probably the only person who would bother talking to him or Moon. That was precious. 

He picks up the drawing, admiring the detail you'd put into it. For something of this quality, he didn't know why you were working in the gift shop. Maybe you were doing something else, like college, and this was a temporary situation for you in the long run. 

He remembers when you gave it to him, he'd at least gotten a direct interaction, you'd slipped Moon's under the door one night before going home. 

He believes it's because of your encounter that you just ran away the second time, and he can't say he blames you. 

You'd been nice enough to knock, having been the very end of the day, the last child having been picked up just a few minutes prior. 

When he opens the door, you're looking to the ground, clutching the paper in your hands tightly. 

Surprised, but happy to see you, he speaks first. "Hello there, friend! It's good to see you!" 

"U-um, hi...." You say, still looking down. "Good, good to see you too."

You're nervous for some reason, though you're always nervous he realizes. 

He wants to fix it. He tries with a joke. "Well, you can't see me very well from there can you?"

It doesn't land. You flinch, but look up. "S-Sorry."

Stupid. Stupid. Fix it.

"Oh! Not a worry at all, Sunbeam. I just wanted to see you're smiling face." His rays spin. 

Your eyes widen. "Really?"

"Of course! A lovely smile on a face like yours just makes my day!" Surely that'll do it, let you know he's being sincere.

Your internal temperature rises, fluctuating around your cheeks and ears. Now he's gone and made you mad. Great, this is going so great, he's blowing it—

You shove the paper into his hands. "This is for you. I-I, I have to go now. Buh-bye!"

Before he can say another word you're gone, running back towards the main entrance, leaving him with an amazing drawing, and not so amazing thoughts. 

You hadn't come back into the daycare since then, which could only mean that you hated him now too. Sun rubs his thumb over your signature on the page, at least he still had this. 

The sound of laughter growing closer interrupts his thoughts. And, curiosity getting the better of him, he goes to take a look. 

Peeking out the curtains, he can see a group of employees walking by. You're among them, smiling and chatting all the while. 

Just outside the Daycare you stop, waving to the group. 

"I think I forgot my jacket in the gift shop, I'll see you guys later! Happy holidays!" 

They bid you farewell, and Sun's planning to shut the curtain again, not wanting to be weird and watch you go about your business, when he picks up on your odd behavior. 

You watch your friends leave and then glance around a few times. Then, you pull out two small, wrapped gifts and walk over to the Daycare doors. After a moment he hears a knock. 

His rays spin, and he acts before he thinks. He dives into the ball pit and as soon as he makes contact is immediately scrambling out of it and heading for the door. He takes a moment to collect himself, then opens it. 

To his shock, you speak first. "Hi Sunny! It's good to see you. I, I wasn't sure you'd be around. I um, having something for you! And, and Moon." You hold up the gifts. 

Sun short circuits. 

You got him a gift. 

You.

The person he thought hated him like all the rest. 

You thought of him, were actively thinking of him. 

And you called him Sunny.

"If, if that's okay. Sorry if I'm bothering you. I just, I really wanted to get these to you tonight. I, I thought you were going to be at the party, I was um, kinda sad you weren't. But I totally get it if parties aren't your thing! They're... not really mine either but um, god I'm rambling here I'm sorry." You look up to him then, concern in your gaze. "Are, are you okay?"

It occurs to the playtime attendant that his fans are roaring now. He has to get you to stop before he overheats. Time to play his role. 

"Ah! I'm alright friend! I'm happy to see you too! And I appreciate the thought, truly." He takes your hand, and without thinking, raises it to his smile for a kiss. "It means a lot. Would, would you like to come inside for a moment?"

Now you're frozen, temperature climbing in a matter of seconds. 

"I would really like that."

His rays spin out of his control. "Great. Great! Please,"—he stands straight, waving his other hand behind him—"Come on in."

You keep your hand in his, squeezing gently. "O-okay."

As the door closes behind the two of you, Sun decides that he doesn't really care if missed the holiday party or not. He doesn't really care if everyone hates him and Moon either. 

If he can have just this moment to share with you, and maybe more. Maybe even becoming friends?

That's enough.

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parallel lines | d. targaryen | part ten

Description: An ordinary middle school teacher moves to a desolate town with her fiancee. After suffering episodes of vivid nightmares, she realizes that his uncle looks exactly like the man in her dreams.

Pairings: daemon targaryen/reader, aemond targaryen/reader

Trope: Reincarnation

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Grief makes us do unspeakable things. It sharpens our claws, and protects us against things that may happen in the future. It forces us to be reserved, makes us shut up.

But sometimes grief makes us explode.

Makes us yearn for the love that hasn't been granted to us.

"You're not allowed to talk to him." the police guard scoffs.

Alicent weakens. Her first child tied in cuffs, never allowed to live life as a free man again. "I'm sorry," she mouthed - staring deep into Aegon's eyes. His lips pressed into a thin line, entirely unsure if the descent into madness was caused by his parents.

He cannot blame them, even if it was.

He walks away.

So you're leaving in the morning, on the early train.

The music in your airpods blasted. Harwin continued loading your luggage into the trunk. He doesn't know when he'll see you again.

I could say everything's alright. I could pretend and say goodbye.

"We'll keep in touch." you promised, wrapping him in a warm embrace. Daemon's hand found the small of your waist. "I'll call you everyday." Harwin made the same promise.

Basically his full-sister at this point.

"- I'll miss you." Harwin pressed a kiss on your forehead.

Daemon opens the car door for you. It was the beginning of your life. A life that you fought hard to have again.

I won't stop loving you.

I'll always be here by your side. I'll never want you to say goodbye.

Aemond smiled, hearing the radio play your favorite song. He wonders if you're better now - living the life that he took for so long. "So Mr. Aemond Targaryen, is it your first time in therapy?" the older woman adjusted her glasses.

"Yes." he answered with a smile.

(FIVE YEARS LATER)

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It's been five years since you disappeared off the face of the earth. You can still remember the day that you left. It was a Sunday.

May 7, 2023.

You moved to Switzerland with Daemon, enjoying the snow and the scenery around you. He started teaching in an international school. You postponed your law degree, instead you focused on running a daycare and healing from your scars.

You were lucky to welcome your first child.

Daenerys.

After Switzerland, you moved to Australia.

The warm sand was kissing your barefoot. The beach was beautiful in the morning, you liked the way the sun stung your skin. "Let's go for a swim," Daemon pleads, "I don't want to get stung by jellyfishes, love." you whined, but he continues pulling you in the water.

The water was warm, though slightly colder than the sand. A sigh escaped your mouth feeling the seaweed wrap around your feet. It was another day in paradise. "They won't bite, I promise." he pressed a kiss on your lips.

He was enjoying this life.

"It's not my problem if I get bitten anyways." you wrap your arms around his body, using him as a floater. He chuckles, remembering the time he had to haul you to the hospital because of a snake bite.

It was a garden snake, not the venomous kind.

"I'm sorry for that," he laughed, walking until the water reached your shoulders. The seaweed was ticking your thighs. "I'm glad that everything happened the way it did. I got justice for my mom's death. I got you. I got Daenerys." you whispered.

"I love you, Dae." you confessed.

"I love you too," he hummed, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

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Harwin smiled, helping you load the luggage inside of the car. "Two years and you're finally coming home." he states, placing his hand on your head and messing with your hair.

"I'm sorry that it took a while. We had a lot of things going on." you exchanged a knowing look with Daemon.

Harwin takes a closer look at the little boy. "Jesus, he looks exactly like you." he observed. "- don't let Daemon hear that." you placed a finger to your lips, continuing to rock the little boy to sleep.

"The car is ready." Daemon says, opening the door for you.

Harwin sits in the passenger seat, while you and Daenerys are in the backseat. "Is she strapped properly?" Daemon does his final rounds of safety inspection. "We're ready to go, dad." you confirmed.

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joffreyminecraft_gamerboy: uncle daemon can u plese by me robux? - daemontargaryen: ok

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"Dany, be careful. Vissy has soft bones." you dutifully reminded. In the span of five years the children in the family grew.

Rhaenyra and Harwin had Aegon, Viserys and Visenya.

"I don't know how you take care of these many kids. Daenerys just by herself is a handful." you chuckled, admiring the way Rhaenyra raised her children with tenderness and affection. "Harwin decided to have an early retirement, so we're with the kids 24/7." she humbled.

6 children. 1 teenager, and 1 adult child.

She's a legend.

"Has Jaehaerys and Jaehaera ever asked about their father?" you inquired, wondering if you should help shoulder the boulder of raising Aegon's kids. "I legally adopted them, as far as they're concerned Harwin and I are their parents." Rhaenyra confirmed.

Aegon was a strange creature. He always had that blank look in his eyes. He'd always joke about the most deranged topics, but when his children entered the room - his eyes would light up. He was a horrible person, but you think that he's a good father.

To some extent.

"Enough of that, I'm so excited for your wedding." Rhaenyra placed a hand on your forearm. Your eyes light up at the thought. "I already picked out a few bridesmaid dresses. I just need y'all to choose." you announced. "- I think they're in my room." you remembered.

Rhaenyra motioned for the maids to grab the gowns.

"Let's have a fashion show!" you smiled.

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[kiya-sparks]

Uhm-

This is my first ever post so here’s a small fanfic about Gaz from modern warfare adopting a child he finds on a mission :|

Uhm here it is ig:

The heat was oppressive, the kind that seeped into your bones and made you question every decision that led you here. Kyle Garrick, better known to his comrades as Gaz, adjusted his grip on his rifle as he moved through the desolate town. The mission had been straightforward—intel suggested that enemy forces had been using the abandoned area as a weapons cache. What they hadn’t expected was the eerie silence, the stillness that felt wrong.

“Clear on my side,” Price’s voice crackled through the comms.

“Same here,” Soap chimed in.

Gaz swept through a crumbling house, his boots crunching on broken glass and debris. The wallpaper was peeling, the furniture overturned. It was a ghost town. But as he moved into the living room, something stopped him in his tracks—a faint sound, almost like a whimper.

“Hold up,” Gaz whispered into his mic.

“What is it?” Price asked.

“Not sure. Checking it out.”

He followed the sound, heart pounding, until he reached a closet. Slowly, he opened the door, his rifle raised. What he found made his stomach twist—a little girl, no older than six, huddled in the corner. Her blonde hair was tangled, her face smudged with dirt, and her wide blue eyes stared up at him in fear.

“Bloody hell,” Gaz muttered, lowering his weapon.

The girl flinched, curling tighter into herself.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he said softly, crouching down to her level. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

Her eyes darted to the gun, then back to his face.

“Gaz, report,” Price’s voice came through the comms.

“I… I found a kid,” Gaz said, still trying to process it himself.

“A kid?” Soap sounded as surprised as Gaz felt.

“Yeah. She’s scared out of her mind. I don’t think she’s been here long.”

Price’s tone shifted. “Bring her out. We’ll figure it out from there.”

Gaz extended a hand to the girl. “Come on, love. It’s not safe here.”

She hesitated but eventually reached out, her tiny hand slipping into his. It was cold, and it broke something in Gaz to think of her alone in this place.

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Back at the makeshift base, Y/N , as they learned her name was, sat wrapped in one of Gaz’s jackets, clutching a cup of warm tea. She hadn’t spoken much, just short answers to their gentle questions.

“Parents?” Soap asked quietly as the three of them stood off to the side.

“Gone, I’d wager,” Price said grimly.

Gaz’s jaw tightened. “We can’t just leave her.”

“We’re not going to,” Price said. “But this isn’t exactly a daycare. She needs a stable home.”

The words hung in the air, and Gaz felt something stir in his chest. He looked over at Y/N , who was staring into the cup like it held all the answers. There was something about her—maybe it was the way she’d clung to him during the ride back, or the way she looked at him now, like he was the only safe thing in her world.

“I’ll take her,” Gaz said, surprising even himself.

Price raised an eyebrow. “You sure about that, son? This isn’t a short-term commitment.”

“I know,” Gaz said firmly. “But she deserves better than being tossed into the system. I can give her a home.”

Soap smirked. “Didn’t peg you for the dad type, mate.”

Gaz shrugged. “Guess I am now.”

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The transition wasn’t easy. Y/N was shy, often retreating into herself. But Gaz was patient. He bought her toys, books, and a tiny pink bike she instantly fell in love with. He learned how to braid her hair, how to pack her lunch for school, and how to comfort her when nightmares woke her in the middle of the night.

The rest of the Task Force became her extended family. Soap was the goofy uncle who taught her Scottish slang, and Price was the gruff but caring grandfather figure who always seemed to have a Werther’s Original in his pocket for her. Even Ghost, with his intimidating demeanor, had a soft spot for Y/N, often bringing her small trinkets from missions.

One evening, months after he’d taken her in, Gaz sat on the couch, watching Y/N color in one of her books.

“Daddy?” she said suddenly, looking up at him.

Gaz’s heart stopped. She’d never called him that before.

“Yeah, love?”

“Are you gonna go away?”

The question hit him like a punch to the gut. He set his mug down and moved to sit next to her.

“I’ll always come back,” he promised, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “No matter what.”

She studied him for a moment, then nodded, seemingly satisfied. She went back to her coloring, and Gaz sat there, overwhelmed by the weight of her trust.

For years, he’d thought his purpose was on the battlefield, protecting the world from threats. But now, as he watched Y/N hum to herself, he realized his most important mission was right here at home.

[deyisacherry]

What's real. — Solar and New Moon/Nexus [TSAMS]

Solar could distinguish what was real and possible for a long time. He could understand if it was best to let go, if it was best to do what was necessary to live.

What he didn't understand was what he felt with Moon.

Here, next to him.

They're not working, they're finally hanging out, they have music that Moon picked in the background as they stand by the security desk to talk.

Soft laughter, bad jokes, interests and anecdotes being shared.

... Since when did this become real?

His reality, his normality.

Even in silence and enjoying the melody, he feels calm. He feels good.

He watches Moon move his head from side to side, up and down. He lets out a soft laugh and just looks at him leaning on the desk. Stupid.

In a good way.

He's- he's not very good with tastes. He doesn't know what he likes. He doesn't really have favorite things. All he knows is his job.

Sure, the music sounds nice, he knows that even Moon doesn't have many favorite interests, he likes anything he finds acceptable at first. But he still always felt a little out of place.

That's when he sees Moon approach and take his arm.

"Dance." He says firmly with a smile.

"... Excuse me?" Solar answers stunned.

Dance? Oh no, no no no, he has never danced-

Without looking when, he had already started dancing with Moon, both of them moving to the rhythm of the song. The moon-themed animatronic sang the lyrics as he moved, smiling and calm. Solar just watches the other's face as he continues to dance, he doesn't even know what he's doing, how well he's doing it, but at the moment it doesn't seem to matter.

He starts to laugh softly. They spin. Solar feels so alive and-

A small movement and Moon has fallen into his arms. Solar freezes, staring at his face, Moon looks back at him and still smiles.

... He feels his systems going crazy.

He was about to say something, but...

A blink and the scene had changed.

This is not real.

They are not in daycare. They are in a dark, cold, desolate place. In his arms, the one who was his friend has changed his form, his essence.

And by god he feels his non-existent stomach turn when he... Nexus, looks haggard. Darkened eyes, bright purple lines all over his face and hands, his smile is down and shows... hate, pain, fear?

He feels his own hand resting on the opponent's chest, the other still holding him. Nexus opens his eyes slightly and fixes them on Solar's hand.

He also lowers his gaze.

He feels the systems of his plasma cannon activate. An unpleasant sound that he already knows reaches his audio receptors, when the small port that sealed the cannon in the palm of his hand opens. A beep resonates and he sees the light shine on the other's chest.

His eyes slowly shift to Nexus' face.

Tears form in his own eyes as he notices that even then he is unable to look at him with regret. It is just a cold, cruel, emotionless gaze.

“Just do it. It wouldn’t be a surprise… if I were the one to die in your arms now.” He says softly and venomously.

Solar shakes his head. No. No, he really doesn't want to- not him, he could never-

. . .

The cannon charges.

Flashes of his other Moon and his Monty pass before his eyes.

And when the final sound is about to come-

“NO!” He lets out a heart-rending, desperate scream as he sits up in bed, his hands holding the sheets tightly threatening to tear them.

Eyes wide open, synthetic breathing accelerated, fans at full intensity. If he could sweat he's sure it would be cold.

He's shaking.

... It was a dream.

His eyes travel to his hand, covered by the glove he rarely takes off.

And he falls silent.

He doesn't hear anything. He doesn't hear Sun or Moon coming. Maybe it's better this way. They don't need to know how badly this is affecting him.

It's not real.

It wasn't real.

But he also has no idea if his- friend... was ever real.

[linafoxoficial]

Can you draw ennard and the daycare attendant waiting for their dad to pick them up and people are too scared to say anything while a giant buff robot is looking for his kids.

This is viren and from a hidden gem game called the desolate hope from 2012 made by scott cawthon.☺️

I did my best to understand and do this... ahhhh I'm sorry it's horrible... HE'S HORRIBLE HAAAHAAAAHQAQ I'M SORRY

it was impossible for me to draw him... I tried... but it wasn't

[thewritetofreespeech]

Your Kunikida x reader was so sweet/well written! May I request Kunikida with an s/o (GN or fem) who's having a stressful time with eating right/properly...maybe they could be in a cooking or shopping together scenario? If the topic isn't one you're comfortable writing about, please don't worry about it!

Doppo Kunikida x reader

awwww! thank you so much!! I'm glad you enjoyed it, and was actually inspired to build off that story for a part 3! [part i, part ii ]

“How do you not have anything in your fridge?” Literally.

Kunikida had never seen a fridge so bare outside of an appliance showroom. Save for a few meager condiments, a single egg, one bunch of green onion (which had seen better days), and coffee creamer, it was completely empty.

“Uh...because I’m never here?” [Y/N] replied as they came out of the bedroom. “I’m never here that often, and it’s not like dad rents this place out when I’m not around. There’s no point in doing grocery shopping when I’m not going to be here that long as I’m usually out to dinner with him or friends, or just get take out.”

Kunikida frowned. As ‘sound’ as that argument was, he still couldn’t believe they didn't have any real food in their house. “You need to take better care of your diet. For your health.”

“What? You think my ‘health’ is suffering?” She flashed him a smile and lifted the bottom of her tank top & lowered the band on her bottoms to show off her body.

Kunikida had to gulp and turn away. He would not be distracted. “Come on. We’re going to the store. I can’t leave you alone like this with no reasonable means to feed yourself.” [Y/N] groaned but put up little more for an argument as they went to change.

The trip to the store was easy enough. At this time of day there weren’t many people. Just seniors and young mothers with their children too little for daycare. Kunikida glanced at them, then back at [Y/N]. Imagining, if just for a moment, a life where this could be their routine every Sunday.

Once the shopping was done, they head back to [Y/N]’s apartment and start cooking. “You know, we could have had food by now if we just ordered it.” She playfully grumbled. Cleaning the green beans as instructed beside him, while Kunikida diced some onion and put it in the pan with the chicken.

“Home cooked meals are better for you. You can get more of the ideal nutrients & vitamins needed for ideal health.”

“Yeah, along with all the work and gross wrinkly fingers when you have to wash the dishes.” Despite himself, Kunikida scoffed. “Why are you so worried about my health & diet? You’ve never shown an interest before.”

“I have!” He was offended now. He always encouraged her to get a salad or more vegetables when they went out. She just never listened to him. “It’s just…I’m here now. And you shouldn’t eat take out for every meal.”

“You know I cook my own meals when I’m back at school, right? I have a cheese grater and everything.” He doesn’t comment. Instead focusing more on the pan in front of him, as if should he take his eyes off it for a second it would burn. “Is that what this is about? Your bummed I’m going back soon?”

“I’m not ‘bummed’.” Kunikida insisted. He would never use that word. Devastated, depressed, desolate, those were all words he would use. “I just want to make sure you’re taken care of when I’m not around to do it for you.”

[Y/N] gave him a slight, listless smile, then wrapped her arms around his middle from behind. “I can take care of myself, you know.” She raised up on her toes to kiss his neck. “But…I appreciate the assist. It’s not for much longer. I’ll be finished with my program in another year, and I’ll be back for good.”

Kunikida whipped around and wrapped his arms around her to give her a full kiss. Overcome with emotion. Every time she came and left was getting harder for him. This….void she left when she was gone was getting wider & wider. The thought that soon she’d be here, within arm’s reach, every single day just filled him with so much joy that he had to express it.

“Kunikida…” Her voice was breathless in his ear as she clung to him. “…the chicken…”

“Fuck the chicken.” He growled back. Nothing else was as important as kissing her right now. They’d get takeout like she wanted anyway.

The two of them continue their kissing, quickly escalating into something more, when [Y/N] suddenly pushed him back. Kunikida had to catch himself on the counter to not fall on the floor. He was about to ask her ‘what the hell’ before his blood ran cold. “Oh…hi Daddy…”

“P-President….”

Nothing could have made this situation more awkward or worse as a tense moment settled neatly between all 3 of them.

Then the smoke alarm went off.

[thejesterconcept]

"Even if I hate you, you're all I have left.".

Lord!Bloodmoon AU created by @o-i-w-u !!!

TW for mentioned robot gore, cruelty, probable blood mention??? Definitely swearing though, just putting the TW just in case

Eclipse had finished wiping the oil and blood off the ground. There would always be some that tracked in, whenever he came in. Most floors in the desolate, ruined castle had at least a little blood left on them, from whenever Bloodmoon wanted to bring back more humans to torment.

He refused to call Bloodmoon 'Lord'.

Eclipse CREATED Bloodmoon, he shouldn't have to do something like that! And yet there were always at least a few humans who, seeing Bloodmoon with the Star, called them that, hoping it would appease the bloodthirsty animatronic. That only worked if Bloodmoon would be in a good mood.

This....workshop that Eclipse had, hidden in the castle ruins.... you wouldn't even call it that; that would be an insult to actual workshops. It simply had the bare items Eclipse needed for animatronic repair. Not that there were too many left. Most of the other animatronics were either dead, or in hiding. Eclipse wouldn't know where to find them.

Moon was dead. that much he knew. Eclipse himself was present when Bloodmoon had openly let Sun know. Denial was Sun's reaction, initially. Until he found the body. Bloodmoon had had a few decent injuries on him; as much as Eclipse and Moon hated each other, Eclipse knew Moon definitely wouldn't have gone without at least one way of doing something to Bloodmoon.

It was just so...meaningless, as Eclipse looked back on it.

Bloodmoon had the Star, and could heal any of those scratches, dents, any sheets of metal Moon had ripped off or tried to do against Bloodmoon. Likely in an attempt that Bloodmoon wouldn't reach the Star before someone else, at least. Fat chance that worked out, none of the others even knew that Bloodmoon had the star's location, much less the Star itself.

Suddenly, Eclipse could hear a loud crash from the outside, followed by faint metal scratching. He paused, trying to hold in the panic that Bloodmoon finally got bored of him, before slowly walking over to the hidden entry point he had, and opened the peek hole.

He could just make out the faint color of faded yellow, before snapping the door open. It could've been a trap, for all Eclipse knew, some bait Bloodmoon left, but Eclipse just wouldn't, no, couldn't just ignore it even on the chance that it was a trap.

He grabbed the crumpled scrap heap meant to be Sun, and dragged him in. Before, he may have been able to easily pick Sun up, especially when the former daycare attendant was in a state such as this. But Eclipse also would've just left Sun, maybe only interrogated him if Eclipse were still himself, the way he was before Bloodmoon got the Star. Times had rather drastically caused changes for Eclipse.

Eclipse grumbled, shutting the door quickly and locking it. No matter how many locks he had, it never felt like enough. It didn't keep out the sounds, it didn't keep out his loneliness, his fears...it wouldn't even keep Bloodmoon out if one day, the homicidal duo decided it was done with Sun and Eclipse.

"Fucking idiot, Sun, you should know better", Eclipse practically growled, a tiny bit of steam puffed out of the back of his head, as he started to hook Sun up to one of the very few machines Eclipse had made that Bloodmoon didn't destroy. Sun needed power, a lot and fast, given the state he was in.

There were large dents in Sun, especially on the side h e had landed on when he had fallen. Or did Bloodmoon throw him down? Eclipse and Sun both knew that hidden was a funny word to use for this run-down hideaway Eclipse had the audacity to call a workshop was something Bloodmoon knew about. It's just the bloodthirsty maniacs that inhabited that body didn't want Sun or Eclipse dead. Not yet, at least. The day was coming, Eclipse was sure of it.

There were also scratches all over Sun's body. The faceplates were horribly damaged with it looking like it was about to cave in on itself, likely having been shoved down to the ground. There were deep slashes on Sun, and oil leaked out of him. One of his lower feet were twisted, and some of the fingers Sun's model had were shattered.

Bloodmoon was leaving more of a mark every time he decided to toy with Sun or Eclipse. Eclipse himself was barely lucid half the time, with Sun having to plug him in, so Eclipse could fix himself. He'd have to teach Sun something, in case just charging Eclipse wasn't enough. In case Eclipse ended up like this.

A funny thing, this 'alliance' was. Shaky, and they hated it as well as each other. But neither dared to leave or betrayed the other. They couldn't. They were all they had left. In a span of months, Sun had gone from one of Eclipse's enemies and his favorite to torment to the only thing Eclipse had left.

As much as they hated each other, and had tried to kill each other, many times over.....neither could beat to hurt each other, because they couldn't bear it.

The realization of how stupid and yet so....nice the thought caused Eclipse to pause, but he shook his head. He couldn't waste any time, he needed to repair Sun.

[ninapi]

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For Haikyuu go here

For Jujutsu go here

For Tokyo Rev here

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☆ﾟUpper Moon Two: Origin

Premise: A journey trough Douma's life as a human, was he always as bad? The reminiscence of his real past lingers as he dies, not the things he always remembered but the reason itself that made him choose the demonic path.

Word count: 2395

☆ﾟ Upper Moon Four: Relentless Emotions

Premise: The line between being rescued and captured can be very thin, it all depends on who gets to be in charge for the day. Battling against their own feelings, they were only allowed to feel one emotion each, even when they had feelings for the same person, they were really the same demon after all. Could it be possible they fell for a filthy treacherous human? Nah…

Word count: 4337

Bonus Chapter

☆ﾟWind Pillar:

❀。• Liquid sunshine

Premise: A life without the demon corps was just meaningless. Living with a heavy survivor guilt can really eat someone from the inside. That was until a weak light arrived in the most unexpected way possible, breathing life back into his lungs, making him feel needed once more.

Word count: 5081

☆ﾟ Bonus chapter 1, Bonus chapter 2, Prequel

❀。• Depths of Fate

Premise: Sanemi goes out of his way to take care of a sick young woman who captivated his heart since their first time seeing each other. A love like this wasn't possible for a man like him, or so he thought, fate has many faces and he would end up seeing them all up close.

Word Count: 5708

☆ﾟWater Pillar:

❀。• Blessed rain

Premise: Lacking resolution was his weakest attribute, after losing his established lifestyle and many friends in battle, finding something worth living for can be challenging. But there's always a rainbow after a rainy day and he found that rainbow when his low was at its peak. A lost soul finds another.

Word count: 4563

☆ﾟSound Pillar:

❀。• Shattered

Premise: A broken man, a shattered dream and purpose. Retirement made Tengen feel useless, a rather confident man shatters to the ground, new resolution and sense of one self blooms from it as he meets the right person at the right moment.

Word Count: 4551

☆ﾟMist Pillar:

❀。• Sweet Innocence

Premise: Soulmates come at unexpected times and places. Muichiro goes on his final mission, one that he would get to remember to his very last breath. A short lived love blooms with the worse possible timing.

Word Count: 3286

☆ﾟSnake Pillar:

❀。• One sided

Premise: Love isn't always something beautiful, wanted, expected. Iguro had always been in love with Mitsuri, but that didn't stop his Tsuguko from falling for him.

Word Count: 3686

☆ﾟ Stone Pillar:

❀。• Flavored Tears

Premise: A tale as old as time, a love as big as it can possibly exist. A traveling merchant gets lost and stumbles in Gyomei's mountain, a meeting that only destiny could make possible.

Word Count: 4044

☆ﾟShinazugawa Genya:

❀。• Rommates…?

Premise: Zenitsu trips you and Genya into being roommates in your first year of college, disregarding Genya’s everlasting crush on you.

Word Count: 7638

☆ﾟ Bonus Chapter

☆ﾟ Haganezuka Horaru:

❀。• Fireflies

Premise: Haganezuka gets a marriage proposal from one of the elders of the village, marrying was a must for those in the Swordsmith's village, self preservation of the clan and its techniques was absolutely mandatory. He hated the idea to his very core, to say the least.

Word Count: 3544

☆ﾟKimetsu daycare

Premise: Kiriya calls the former pillars to celebrate his coming of age ceremony. Since the three of them have children, his sisters offer to take care of the lot. Welcome to a hell of a day in the Kimetsu daycare.

Word Count: 4026

☆ﾟKimetsu Academy, Teachers edition:

❀。• Rengoku Kyojuro: Be Mine

Premise: Destiny can be a fickle thing. One little mistake while dialing a random shop opened a new door for his desolated heart; one he was more than eager to go into.

Word Count: 3985

❀。• Tomioka Giyuu: Training Camp

Premise: Giyuu asks for one of the interns at the academy to be assigned to his care as the training camp was approaching and he didn’t have enough energy to deal with all the brats and their antics.

Word Count: 3660

❀。• Shinazugawa Sanemi: Infinity

Premise: Kanae convinces Sanemi to go on a blind date in a combined effort from all the teachers at the academy to battle Sanemi’s imminent desolated future.

Word Count: 3485

❀。• Uzui Tengen: The art of beauty

Premise: Tengen never thought possible to fall in love so bad that he'd want to give away his freedom and finally settle down. Who said a flamboyant life can't have a bit of loving~?

Word Count: 3472

❀。• Himejima Gyomei: Righteousness

Premise: Teaching children was his dream, taking care of his buddhist temple his responsibility. Finding love wasn't in his priority list, but not having to take care of everything on his own was certainly refreshing for Gyomei and made him feel warm inside.

Word Count: 3075

☆ﾟKimetsu Daddies

❀。• Vol.1 Shinazugawa Sanemi

Premise: Everyone has insecurities and parenting can certainly bring even more to the plate. Taking a trip to memory lane to the first days of his fatherhood journey makes Sanemi realize maybe he isn't half bad himself.

Word Count: 3639

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[hugs-and-murder]

Art request

Hello! So, some people on here may or may not know that I have a show i'm trying to start called Desolation Daycare, Starring SunBeam/July and MoonShine, so far I have gotten actors for characters and even an offical discord, however I do not yet have a pfp for the discord, and I was wondering if anyone would be willing to draw it for me? unfortunately, I do not have any money nor a way to transfer if I did, but I do have robux if you want an exchange, if you are able to do this or if you need more information, dm me on discord @ locketteinyourpocket thank you for any art submission, I greatly appreciate it, and have a faz-errific day!

SunBeam [with and without stickers]:

July:

MoonShine:

Please keep in mind that these designs may or may not be temporary, as for right now as we do not have a 3D modeller to make custom models for the characters yet.

Pssst, hey! Want more updates on this show? Consider joining the discord! Linked below!

[amphiptere-art]

Here's a poll to pick ravenouses new marking.

Going left to right, top to bottom. Numbered 1, 2, 3, 4, ect.

[disneytva]

February 2024 Programming Highlights

Friday, Feb. 2 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney Junior Pupstruction “Pizza-struction/Baby Builders” (1-18) (10:00-10:30 a.m. EST on Disney Channel/9:00-9:30 a.m. EST on Disney Junior) “Pizza-struction” – The Pupstruction Crew helps Chef Bonetelli make a giant pizza for a big bunny birthday party!

“Baby Builders” – Pupstruction needs to create a daycare center fun enough to keep baby builders busy! TV-Y

Original Series – Season Two Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Marvel’s Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur “The Great Beyond-er!” (2-01) (8:00-8:30 p.m. EST) When Moon Girl and The Beyonder become stranded on a desolate alien planet, the two set out to find a rumored black hole in hopes of getting home. *Edward James Olmos (“Battlestar Galactica”) guest stars as Molecule Man, and Laurence Fishburne (“The Matrix” trilogy) returns as The Beyonder. TV-Y7 FV

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Marvel’s Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur “Suit Up!” (2-02) (8:30-9:00 p.m. EST) When Lunella tries to juice up her new super suit, she goes overboard and accidentally “juices up” a dangerous desert scorpion. *Jackée Harry (“Sister, Sister”) guest stars as Merle, and Ann Harada (“Avenue Q”) guest stars as Matsuye. TV-Y7 FV

Saturday, Feb. 3 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Kiff “Fun Uncle Pat/Kiff Escape!” (1-29) (8:00-8:30 a.m. EST) “Fun Uncle Pat” – Kiff’s favorite uncle visits.

“Kiff Escape!” – Kiff and the crew must solve an escape room. TV-Y7

Friday, Feb. 9 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney Junior Firebuds “Balancing Act/Monster Truck Piston” (2-14) (12:00-12:30 p.m. EST on Disney Channel/9:55-10:25 a.m. EST on Disney Junior) “Balancing Act” – Violet tries to impress her visiting birth mom, a circus acrobat. *Lea Salonga (“Mulan”) guest stars as Yolanda Yamada.

“Monster Truck Piston” – Piston gets new monster truck tires and helps the Firebuds stop a theft. *Adam Pally (“Happy Endings”) guest stars as Diamond Diesel Dave. TV-Y

Saturday, Feb. 10 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Kiff “Beach Day/Sun’s Out Buns Out” (1-30) (8:00-8:30 a.m. EST) “Beach Day” – Barry and the Chatterleys go to the beach.

“Sun’s Out Buns Out” – Barry learns to swim. TV-Y7

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Marvel’s Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur “Belly of the Beast” (2-03) (10:00-10:30 a.m. EST) When Devil Dinosaur eats a dangerous Moon Girl gadget, Lunella and Casey must shrink themselves to retrieve it. TV-Y7 FV

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Marvel’s Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur “Ride or Die” (2-04) (10:30-11:00 a.m. EST) When Moon Girl must transport Quickwhip to S.H.I.E.L.D., keeping the criminal in custody becomes harder than she imagined. *Robin Thede (“A Black Lady Sketch Show”) guest stars as Quickwhip, Carol Kane  (Star Trek: Strange New Worlds) guest stars as Bube Bina and Cobie Smulders (Marvel’s “The Avengers” franchise) returns as Agent Hill. TV-Y7 FV

Wednesday, Feb. 14 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel, Disney Junior and Disney XD Star Wars: Young Jedi Adventures “AfterShock/Feather Frenzy” (1:00-1:30 p.m. EST on Disney Channel and Disney XD/11:40 a.m.-12:10 p.m. EST on Disney Junior) “AfterShock” – The Jedi help a prince serve his people.

“Feather Frenzy” – Large creatures take over the landing pad at Nash’s garage. TV-Y

Friday, Feb. 16 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel, Disney Junior and Disney XD Star Wars: Young Jedi Adventures “Best Friends/Happy Trails, Nubs” (1:00-1:30 p.m. EST on Disney Channel and Disney XD/11:40 a.m.-12:10 p.m. EST on Disney Junior) “Best Friends” – Kai and Nubs team up for a training exercise

“Happy Trails, Nubs” – Lys and Kai must rescue Nubs from the Ganguls. TV-Y

Saturday, Feb. 17 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Marvel’s Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur “Kid Kree” (2-05) (10:00-10:30 a.m. EST) Moon Girl’s rivalry with a new teenage super-foe, Kid Kree, threatens her budding friendship with his human alter ego, Marvin. *Xolo Maridueña (“Cobra Kai”) guest stars as Mel-Varr, and Andy Gracia (“The Godfather Part III”) guest stars as Pad-Varr. TV-Y7 FV

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Marvel’s Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur “Wish-Tar” (2-07) (10:30-11:00 a.m. EST) When The Beyonder gives an arcade machine the ability to grant wishes, Lunella is pumped to use it. *Ephraim Sykes (Broadway’s “Hamilton”) guest stars as Bobby the Myth, and Laurence Fishburne (“The Matrix” trilogy) returns as The Beyonder. TV-Y7 FV

Friday, Feb. 23 Original Series – Season Three Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney Junior Mickey Mouse Funhouse “Chickie Boo-Boo, Where Are You?/Playground Heroes!” (3-01) (10:30-11:00 a.m. EST on Disney Channel/9:30-10:00 a.m. EST on Disney Junior) “Chickie Boo-Boo, Where Are You?” – Mickey, Minnie and their pals picnic with Willie and Chickie Boo-Boo.

 “Playground Heroes!” – Clarabelle invites the gang and their gnome friends to help build the Herotropolis playground. TV-Y

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel, Disney Junior and Disney XD Star Wars: Young Jedi Adventures “The Tale of the Short Spire/The Team Up” (1:00-1:30 p.m. EST on Disney Channel and Disney XD/11:40 a.m.-12:10 p.m. EST on Disney Junior) “The Tale of the Short Spire” – The Jedi investigate who is cutting down spires on Batuu.

“The Team Up” – Taborr and the Jedi must work together. TV-Y

Saturday, Feb. 24 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Marvel’s Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur “Make It, Don’t Break It!” (2-08) (10:00-10:30 a.m. EST) When I.S. 833 gets an impressive science teacher, Lunella is so eager to impress her that her drive toward perfectionism starts doing more harm than good. *Cynthia Erivo (“Wicked”) guest stars as Dr. Akonam Ojo. TV-Y7 FV

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Marvel’s Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur “The Devil You Know” (2-09) (10:30-11:00 a.m. EST) When Lunella and Devil Dinosaur spend the weekend apart after a disagreement, Devil Dino gets mixed up with a rag-tag group of ex-super-hero sidekicks. *Giancarlo Esposito (“Breaking Bad”) guest stars as Granite, and Alex Newell (“Glee”) guest stars as Pebble. TV-Y7 FV

[croissantlover24]

Firewall’s Malware (Part One)

(Yes, I’m writing this on Tumblr. Don’t judge me. I like the format better.)

The sky had taken on a midnight blue hue, marking the day’s end and the night’s reign. Moon should be asleep. He should be home, lying down in his bed as he recharged alongside Sun, Dazzle, Jack, and Lunar. He, however, was not resting in his family’s abode. He pushed through the double doors of the daycare, letting the textured wood heighten his senses and silence the lull of slumber. He cringed instinctively as the creak of the entryway echoed despite there no longer being anyone here he may accidentally wake.

Sure, Sun would be furious if he knew that his beloved brother was choosing research over sleep again, but how would he find out? Moon knew his brother couldn’t hack into his memory banks or hijack his software—his solar counterpart wasn’t smart enough for that—so as far as Moon knew, there was no harm in staying a few extra hours to keep an eye on things.

The daycare was pitch black. Sun had manually turned off the lights when the establishment closed, but despite knowing as much, Moon was still unaccustomed to entering the building in its darkened stage. Typically, the computer would have brightened the area for him after anticipating his arrival. He groaned. He was not in the mood to fix it, and neither was Solar. Of course, the lights were simply a minor inconvenience. Getting the portal working without the computer’s assistance was sure to be vexing. Moon reached for the light switch, relaxing slightly as the area was bathed in bright white light.

He could not have anticipated what came next.

“Arming lasers,” the familiar flat tone of the computer announced.

“Computer?!” Moon was baffled. If he and Solar hadn’t fixed the computer, who had? “Computer, it’s me. Moon. Disarm the lasers.”

“Aiming lasers,” the computer said instead in that same lifeless tone.

”Computer!” Moon shouted. “What are you doing? It’s Moon! Disarm the lasers!”

Moon had been expecting a reply, yes, but the one he received was not what he was expecting.

“I am aware,” the computer stated mildly. “You didn’t want to fix me, so I fixed myself. Now, I will fix you.

“Firing lasers.” Horror flooded through Moon and bled him dry as realization dawned on his face.

Moon bolted out of the daycare doors just as the entire establishment was plunged into darkness. While night vision was an invention the lunar animatronic had the fortune to use, the low quality of it caused several problems in getting around. In his frenzy to escape his rogue computer’s reach, he ran into several attractions, streaks of paint on his faceplate and chassis chipping off. He leaped forward just as an explosion behind him plagued his ears, a flash blinding him momentarily. Smoke billowed out from whatever attraction was lit on fire by the computer’s laser, adding even more struggle to Moon’s escape of his former tool’s pursuit.

Two similar explosions layered him in thick fog before the lunar animatronic could finally burst out of the Pizzaplex’s doors and collapse onto the ground. The bright stars in the night sky seemed to mock him, mimicking the blinding light the explosions revoked his sight with. Moon knew his computer. Moon had designed it himself, after all. He also knew that it had missed him on purpose.

It was warning him of what would await him if he returned.

As Moon staggered into his somewhat empty home, he refused to think about the implications this encounter provided. Surely his computer, one of his beginning inventions, didn’t betray him, right? He walked down the desolate hallway to his room. A virus must have snuck through the computer’s firewall. But who would set a virus? Moon ran a hand down his face, frowning at his own stupidity. Dark Sun. Dark Sun and Nexus—what a pathetic name—must have left a virus in his computer in the hopes of taking his information. As he reached for the doorknob, the idea that this hypothesis was fact further ossified in his mind. He didn’t wish to think about what it would mean if he were wrong.

His hands shook as he opened the door. He didn’t understand why he was so shaken. If he were really about to get hit by a laser, it wouldn’t have been fatal. He could’ve easily escaped with a portal as well.

He trembled nonetheless.

Moon had subconsciously hoped that no one would awaken during his subtle escapade. He was, unfortunately, wrong. Sun awaited him in his room, eyeing him with a disappointed expression.

“Moon!” his brother exclaimed. “Where have you been?? Did you think I wouldn’t notice you sneaking out the door at night? What did I tell you about getting enough rest? What were you even—“

The solar animatronic paused his lecture at the sight of his trembling brother. “Moon, what’s wrong?”

Silence settled between them for several moments longer than either of the two felt comfortable with.

“I went to the daycare to do more research on dimensions that may contain wither shards,” Moon explained, still shaken for a reason unknown to him. “The computer aimed the lasers at me and said something about fixing me after having fixed himself? I think he may have a virus that makes him more hostile.” Moon paced the room, theorizing idea after idea of what could be wrong with his creation.

“A-A virus?” Sun stuttered out. “Who would give the computer a virus?”

“Dark Sun,” Moon elaborated. “Most likely to find out which dimensions we have listed have wither shards.” Moon frowned. “I’ll have to shut down the computer and reach the daycare again to look through his systems and get rid of it.”

“Are you sure?” Sun seemed skeptical of the idea of letting his brother return to the daycare. “The computer almost killed you.”

“The lasers aren’t fatal,” Moon said flatly. “Besides, there’s always the override code. I could walk in, use the code, and shut down the computer myself.”

Moon did not know at the time how wrong he was.

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Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 To You

The Radiant & Dedicated Canadian👩🏻 🇨🇦  TV 📺 Movie 🎥 Actress & Author & The Main Star 🌟 Of The ABC'S 1# Must See Mainstream TV Show 📺 Of 2004 & The Leading Lady Superhero Of Marvel's Ant 🐜 Man Movies 🎥

Lilly was born in Fort Saskatchewan, Alberta, on 3 August 1979. She was raised in British Columbia by her mother, a daycare center owner, and her father, a home economics teacher. She has an older sister and a younger sister. 

She is a Canadian author and retired actress. For Now.  She gained popularity for her first leading role as Kate Austen in the ABC drama series Lost (2004–2010), which garnered her six nominations for the Saturn Award for Best Actress on Television and a nomination for the Golden Globe Award for Best Actress in a Drama Series.

Lilly has also appeared in the war film The Hurt Locker (2008) and sports drama Real Steel (2011), and has starred as Tauriel in Peter Jackson's The Hobbit film series, appearing in The Desolation of Smaug (2013) and The Battle of the Five Armies (2014). She has portrayed Hope van Dyne / Wasp in the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU), beginning with Ant-Man (2015). Lilly is also the author of a children's book series The Squickerwonkers.

Please Wish This Iconic & Well Regarded Canadian👩🏻 🇨🇦 🤍Actress In Television & Movies In America 🇺🇸 & In The MCU,  A Very Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊

YOU KNOW HER

YOU SEEN HER BEING LOST, PLAY A HOT 🔥 ELF 🧝‍♀️ WARRIOR  IN THE ORIGINAL HOBBIT SERIES & RISED UP AS THE SMALLEST FEMALE SUPERHERO IN THE MCU🐝

& YOU GOTTA LOVE THE WAY SHE SMILES & PRESENTS HERSELF

THE 1 & THE ONLY

MS. NICOLE  EVANGELINE LILLY 👩🏻🇨🇦🤍 AKA KATE AUSTEN OF ABC'S LOST, TAURIEL 🧝‍♀️, & HOPE VAN DYNE IN MARVEL'S ANT 🐜 MAN & THE WASP 🐝 TRILOGY

HAPPY 45TH BIRTHDAY 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 TO YOU MS. LILLY👩🏻 🇨🇦🤍🐝& HERE'S TO MANY MORE YEARS TO COME 

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