#TAB Moon

[vacantfields]

It's safe to say you will think twice about inviting the big Moon android home.... SGKJHSKJG for all my TAB Moon enjoyers!! :DDD

[gyxtar0luvs]

Lil sketch of @vacantfields Things Are Better moon!

[martinsorbit]

I love the headcanon of the DCA having access to the internet and also being able to connect to your phone like a Bluetooth device. Imagine being in your shift and getting a notification on your phone saying " 'v2DCA_FAZCo2023' would like to share a file," you open it and it's just some shit like this

It happens daily and they stare at you to see your reaction to the funny thing they sent.

[betweenblackberrybranches]

Can we pls get a cuddle session doodle with rlgl sun (or moon) and Y/N 🥺🥺

I am slowly becoming obsessed with this AU

Looks like you are getting a full on cuddle pile!!!

[skrimblo]

Too many gregors

[ofsunnydays-and-moonlitnights]

This is probably the best impression of biblically accurate Sun I can muster ^^;

[libras-interactives]

THEM ........

(Drawn by the wonderful @ladybugkisses !!!! Srsly look at her blog, her Lackadaisy art and comics are *chefs kiss*)

[cd-spoida]

Just some colouring some practice and messin around with different effects on the two totally okay and nothing wrong with them blorbos

[lunesprite]

@dca-prompts @simpalert

Original prompt:

Trying this a different way this time! ~1500 words today. Takes a little bit to get there, but I hope you enjoy it!

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Nothing ever happens on Wednesdays. Well. Not from the hours of midnight to 6am at least. 

It’s the perfect night to come back. 

Around and above you, the lights of the pizzaplex flick off, casting your path in wells of deep shadow between islands of neon glow. 

It was unsettling walking to your office the first few times. Management wanted you clocking in no more than five minutes before your shift officially began, and unless you sprinted from the time clock, there was no way in hell even that would get you from point A to your office down in the depths of the place before it got spooky in the pizzaplex. You used your phone flashlight for a bit - speed walking between neon streams and the glowing eyes of the ever-watchful wet floor bots - but, well. 

Then Moon stole your phone. 

It was your fault, to be fair.  

You’d been late, you’d been hurrying, you heard a noise behind you and instantly thought ‘horror movie’ and whipped around and uh. Kind of flashbanged him in the face from two inches away. In your defense, no one had ever bothered to tell you what the other night security was, or tell you that it had a mischievous streak a mile wide. 

So you figured you deserved it when he stole your phone and spent a good fifteen minutes suspended above you, sulking like a kicked cat before you gave up and stumbled your way to your office in the dark. And there, in between staring at the screen static of a completely empty plex, you decided to write him an apology. 

One, you wanted your phone back. You’d just paid it off. 

Two, call you a sucker, but he’d been kind of… cute? You’d never seen an animatronic sulk before and he’d sold it so well you’d really wanted to beckon him down and pet him. 

You left that bit out of the apology. Which was a good thing, because when you’d clocked off in the morning and slipped by the daycare looking for the guy with your actually neatly written letter of apology, sealed with a sticker and everything, Sun looked at you like you were about to grow a second head.

And then, insisting that he was just checking it over for you, read the whole damn thing. Out loud. With acting. 

You hadn’t been allowed to leave the tiny table he’d plonked you down at. 

You’d been so mortified, your brain didn’t even register it when he whipped out your phone from somewhere and made you re-enact the incident with him - except Sun, wearing a hat also produced from places unknown, followed up the flashbang with dramatic wailing on the floor. Smote down, cruelly wounded, etc. 

Which was all well and good, you’d said. But Moon’s was a lot cuter. 

Yeah. 

You know in those choice games, where like. Sometimes it brings up a notice? ‘There will be consequences for this action’? 

There were consequences for that action. You still don’t dare go to the daycare during operating hours. 

Sun, the menace, had gotten this gleam in his eyes and started howling and you fled like literal hounds were on your heels. 

You hadn’t expected to clock in late the next day, the lights off before you even made it to the time clock, and then turn around to Moon right there. 

And. Look, ok. 

He was too big to be in that pill box of a room. So he was kind of scrunched up a bit. Hunched in on himself, his hat more crooked than usual, long legs and arms drawn in like. Like a cat, sitting behind you, with those big red eyes watching you. 

He was cute. And you didn’t know about his and Sun’s whole situation - that liar - so you just. Did what you’d wanted to do the night before. 

You reached out and pet him and that big cat just melted. 

He made the deepest, happiest purr, eyes dimmed in contentment and next thing you knew, you were on the floor with an animatronic oozed across you, his face in your hands and his claws kneading the shitty carpet. Only, worse than a cat, there was no way to move the big cute lug to go anywhere. 

Once Moon cuddled, you were stuck. 

But you worked things out. 

As much as the two of you enjoyed sitting in your office, his chin resting on your thighs as you watched the security feeds and idly pet him or wiped him down, he did have to do patrol, so you’d made a deal. 

Wednesday, when nothing ever happened, Moon could come flop on you. 

It wouldn’t take him long to show up tonight. After all, you’d been gone last week - vacation - and it’d taken a lot of pacifying to get your sulky cat to accept he’d have to go without cuddles for one week. 

You unlock your office, flicking on the light switch beside the door and leave it open as you dump your overstuffed bag beside your chair and set your drink on your desk. If you didn’t keep the door open, Moon would claw at it. The exact same way a cat would paw at a closed door, except his are titanium and explaining it to management is a lot more… awkward. They always seem to expect so much more from your answers when they ask. 

You only manage to get the screens turned on and dig out the wipes from your bag - the scrubby ones, a little treat - before the lights overhead go out, leaving you in only the faint light of the security feeds. And when you turn, you try very hard not to laugh. 

All you can see are Moon’s eyes, staring accusingly in at you through the window beside the door. 

“I’ve wronged you,” you say, as solemnly as possible. 

His eyes narrow. 

“Truly,” you turn, pulling out the starry blanket and new pillow wedged into your bag. “I have been a most cruel friend, to leave you uncuddled for a week.” 

His claws creep around the edge of the doorway. 

Almost everything else, you pull out from assorted hiding places in your office. Pillows. Not one, but two giant sleeping bags, spread out across the floor as you shove your chair to the edge of the admittedly small space. By the time you’ve finished, fluffing up the sturdy pillow you sacrificed from your old couch, Moon sits in the doorway. 

Now for the final bribe. 

Under his watchful optics, you set the wipes on the floor near the couch pillow. And then your drink. And then, with a wink, you reach into the bottom of your bag. 

And pull out a massive power cord which you hold out in both hands, head bowed. 

His eyes gleam, a quiet cackle hissing from his voice box. 

“As an apology, please accept this offering of a night of cuddles and charging - just as long as you don’t blow up the circuits again.” 

“No promises,” he hisses, already slinking inside and burrowing under the top sleeping bag as you huff out a laugh, pushing aside a bit of shelving to reach the heavy duty plug hidden behind it. You plug in the stupidly heavy cable and drag it over to the jingling blanket lump, grinning as he pops out his head. Just like a cat, he takes up 90% of any surface he deems his bed, and you drop the cable on him with a clunk as you clamber over him to the other side to your stash of wipes and drink. 

The screens flicker as Moon plugs in the cable, and for a second you pause, wipe in hand, before he slinks an arm around your waist and plops his chin in your lap with a soft purr. 

You laugh softly, checking over the security feeds for a second before you tilt up his face, smiling at his dimmed eyes and take the wipe to his forehead. 

“I thought you were gonna knock us offline there, Moony.” 

“Mmmm.” He hums, curling his lanky form around you until you’re hemmed in, his arms deceptively loose around you. “Still thinking about it.” 

“I guess I’ll just have to convince you otherwise, hm? Can’t clean you up all nice if I can’t see a damn thing.” 

You pat his head, settling back into your pillows as Moon mumbles something and, slowly, as the trash can fills with dirtied wipes - your eyes flicking to the screens each time you grab a new one - his purr evens out. 

It’ll be a long night. Somehow, you suspect he’s not going to let you up until the end of your shift this time.

With a fond sigh, you hook an arm around him in turn, fiddling lightly with his hat as he snoozes and turn your eyes back to the wall of security monitors. His fingers rest loose and light against your sides. Every now and then, his claws twitch. His inner machinery ticks and whirrs lazily. 

He really is a sweet thing, underneath all that mischief. 

You almost want to kiss him. But, ah. This is enough, isn’t it?

[draw-you-coward]

i want to thank the pillars of eternity fandom for such a positive response to my last portrait! it genuinely gave me so much motivation to make a better one 😅

[vacantfields]

TAB Moon cuddling a sleepy but happy Y/N (:

[lcstkey]

Quick question that I wanna throw out here, has anyone been unexpectantly kicked off their Tumblr account while they're in the middle of their drafts or something?

Seems to be happening on my end once a month at the very least and it's getting annoying.

[mumblelard]

one potato and also two potato a love story or manifestations of my familiar

boba just stood on the keyboard and deleted this entire post. i was able to control zed a big chunk of it back from the void and i am not going to contradict her will further by attempting to recreate the lost bits

[twister-sister]

my entry for the SOTW a fork face Easter egg

[skrimblo]

that new ryoshu ego

[centrally-unplanned]

While I was looking for that original art of the "Guide to Taking Care of Your VHS Tapes" a bit ago, I noticed that the issue of Animage (May 1993) also surprisingly had a roundtable between Hideaki Anno, Junichi Sato, and Kunihiko Ikuhara!

I hadn't ever read it, and googling around did not reveal any discussion of it, so I was curious if it had anything interesting. And while I just skimmed it, it doesn't really lol, probably why it isn't covered. But still, this roundtable was right after the release of Season 1 of Sailor Moon for Sato & Ikuhara; and after Nadia was done but before Eva was entering production for Ano - a nice "middle period", which is always interesting to me. Random little notes:

A bunch of back and forth on the "anime is becoming involuted, we should be aiming for Cannes not otaku" stuff. At one point Anno says something like: "Nowadays, anime is becoming increasingly niche, especially in the OVA space, with more and more works catering to fans' tastes. It feels like the industry is closing in on itself." Which, yeah this is the Eva theme right here, it is fully realized in industry-critique form in 1993. Take note you true believers in the Eva "mid-production pivot" ^_^

At one point look at the magazine's Waifu Rankings and Ikuhara & Anno both lament that Rei/Sailor Mars - Ikuhara's fav - is placed so low. Sato judges them both, and laments "adults" calling an anime character their "ideal woman" - wrong crowd buddy!

Related, Anno thinks Rei is the hottest but Makoto would make the best wife. Pretty based take tbh.

Anno repeatedly tells them to never try to cater to the audience, which leads to this exchange (to paraphrase): Ikuhara - "So, the concept for Anno's next project would be 'Don't let the masses watch it,' right?" Anno - "That's right. At least, my next work won't be for fools." I think he nailed that one!

Lots of discussion of short skirted girls, and they are drinking during this whole roundtable. Ah, the 90's!

Anyway, there is this little note in the corner of one page:

And I won't lie, the scan quality is pretty rough so I am banking hard on the OCR tech for some of that kanji, but I think it says that Anno actually animated the special effects for this shot? It is from the first episode of the finale arc:

We knew he worked on Sailor Moon S - specifically the Uranus & Neptune transformation sequences & a few other moments here and there. But I had never seen this credit before for Season 1 (maybe it is somewhere ofc). Throw his name on the staff list MyAnimeList, give his 2 seconds its due! Unless I am misreading, which is fair.

So there you go, some cute sakuga trivia for y'all - Anno was an 'effects' shot specialist after all, you don't bring him in for character motion, so this makes sense as a role for him.