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240726 - YUTA

[gayalanwake]

nicki GET UP 😭😭😭😭😭

[aka-indulgence]

The Moon gets his Snacks

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lonely…

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

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

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

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

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

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

“boo.”

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

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

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

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

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

So you do.

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Moon Sans.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You stifle your splutters.

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

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

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

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

Those eyes.

“....Yes.” You settled.

He’d… started staring more intensely.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“simply heavenly, sunlight.”

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

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

“H…huh?”

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

This…. this man!

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

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

“no… please, sunlight, stay with me?”

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

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

The cakes are a success, at least.

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

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

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

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

[blueberry-blast]

Post GrandFest, someone got a lil too silly & forgot their sunscreen in all the excitement

[celestialtitania]

kenma and hinata's friendship is something that is actually so important to me. video games, knives, and volleyball— these two have it all

[beinglily222]

slow summer days

#pinterest

[jtl-fics]

TDY. I love how my boy Smith is in this too, except it also makes me a little sad because he likely has a v different relationship with Nicky.

7/3/24 WIP Wednesday (OPEN) | TBD

He’ll have to actually see the menu but driving Josten home so that he doesn’t run himself to death is already paying unexpected dividends.

They’re brought in and the staff is just the right amount of disinterested to let them be for long enough that Andrew can read the entire menu and the carry-out number for later. Katelyn had been getting some strange cravings as of late with the pregnancy and Andrew was usually the one that went to go and grab something so that Aaron could sleep.

He’d grab a carry-out menu to pin at their house.

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[savethelastdan]

you ever read a fic that's so good you forget it isn't canon when you're having conversations about the original work

[ghostykapi]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[strawberrybyers]

posted on facebook an image from one of the sets of stranger things to see if any of my 80’s babies/children/teens/adults fam members or whoever might be familiar with the lore and give me the insight.

i wrote out the post so formal though so they couldn’t get a whiff of the fact i am not asking because i intend to write an article for cinemablend but instead for my tumblr blog so my fellow mentally ill queers and i can go insane over a piece of prop to prove one of the hundreds of theories we all have ping ponging between us

[mythosidhesdollhouse]

Expecting some deliveries today....

[ana-cantskywalker]

I used to not really understand what people meant when they said they had comfort characters.

But here I am painting my nails with pink and purple and gold with paint splatters because if Sabine Wren could go through the horrors and come out the other side then I can put up with being around people who hurt me for two weeks and be just fine.

[butterfirefly]

“You’re entering a dungeon again?” So soon? Yoojin swallows down the last two words and tries to go for casual interest, but his hands clench at his sides of their own accord. They would’ve given his worry away had Yoohyun deigned to look his way. As it stands, Yoohyun is more interested in tying his boots up by the portal, his back to him.

“Mm.”

Yoojin clears his throat. "What rank?"

"A."

“Well… be careful out there. Make sure you have enough potions in your inventory, and try not to get ahead of your party too much.”

“I don’t have a party.”

[Fear Resistance is activated]

“… What?”

"I’m not going with anyone.”

“You’re going in alone? But why?”

“It’s more efficient this way.”

“But it’s too dangerous!”

“I can handle myself,” Yoohyun says monotonously, tapping the toes of his boots to the floor. He still won’t look at him.

Yoojin can’t help it—he strides towards him and snatches Yoohyun’s shoulder in a panic, attempting to turn him around so they can talk properly, but Yoohyun doesn’t budge. Gritting his teeth, Yoojin uses his momentum to instead slide in front of him, effectively blocking his path.

“You can’t go in alone,” Yoojin insists, willing Yoohyun to understand. “Take Peace with you, at least.”

“No need.”

“The heck do you mean “no need”? Just because you’re an S-class doesn’t mean you can take on a whole A-rank dungeon by yourself. That’s suicide!”

Finally, Yoohyun flicks his eyes down at him, his flat gaze accompanied by Yoojin’s fear resistance window popping up a second time. “I'm not asking for your permission. Step aside.”

Yoojin’s mind is transported back to that day eight years ago, watching helplessly as his younger brother—still dressed in his torn school uniform—walks away from him and into the deadly world of hunters, alone.

F*** that.

“Ya, Han Yoohyun!” Yoojin explodes, gripping the front of his shirt in his shaking fists. “Just because you don’t remember doesn’t mean I’m not your older brother still—Listen. To me.”

“Let go.” Yoohyun is standing unnaturally still.

“Not until you call Kim Seonghan-ssi and tell him to assemble a party.”

Yoohyun’s voice goes deadly quiet. “Or what?”

Yoojin thinks of Seong Hyeonje, just a phone call and a promise for a favor away. He thinks of Song Taewon, whom he can force to help him if he makes him believe Yoohyun is running wild. Of Peace and Yerim and Noah, whom he doesn’t even need to force at all. And—though he loathes himself for it—at the darkest, most rotten part of his mind, he thinks of the many monsters registered under his skill.

Staring straight into Yoohyun’s soulless eyes, Yoojin gets right up in his face and vows in the same tone with utmost sincerity.

“Or I’ll make you.”

[mainfaggot]

starting my double life this summer. finally going to do something about my pathetic lack of a social life. etc.

[rainbabbles]

proximity

[scary-monsters]

pretty-boy (derogatory) takes a break from the race 👁👁