#also me to Sun after the call

[crabsnpersimmons]

remember this little guy?

this is him now

feel old yet?

bonus Sun and Moon reacting to the little guy:

[ash-and-starlight]

one day, in a thousand years

[fuupan]

drew these for heart pirates day and uhhhh ep1115

[naffeclipse]

What if Eclipse from AP was a naga? And this took place in the deep jungle of the amazon, where photographer y/n is trying to take pictures of the wildlife?

I'm vibrating at the speed of sound over this ask while also nudging my naga au

Naga Eclipse from AP would have the tail of a Green Anaconda, with an olive green scaly color dotted with black, framed by burning-like flares of orange along the length of his slithery body. He's also decorated with orange-yellow striping on either side of his long, slipper form. His upper half is scaley with a lithe deadliness to his musculature and decorated by frills surrounding his head with brighter orange-yellow colors, almost hypnotic in their gradient hues. One eye is deep emerald green, and one is midnight blue.

Lucky you—you're out on a once-in-a-lifetime expedition to explore a jungle closed off to the public, funded by Fazco, and occupied by two researchers who will be your bunkmates for the next few weeks. You're itching to take photos of the large river, including swamps, marshes and streams, and whatever wildlife is out there.

The few locals you did meet before you left to hike the rest of the way to what would be your new, isolated home warned you of a dangerous snake—a large, mythical beast. You take note of the local folklore. You understand the truth is hidden in there somewhere, and you are well aware of the dangers and diseases you could be met with in such a harsh environment, but you're determined.

It doesn't take long for you to feel eyes watching you when you first venture out by yourself. You take beautiful pictures of freshwater fish, big and beautiful, unlike any you have ever seen. Of course, you have hundreds of snapshots of the local flora, the trees, the floating meadows, the thick vines that drape each branch and hang thickly about the ground. You almost forget that you eerily don't feel alone.

But you swear something moves in the water—the ripples stop as soon as you look. The stillness is suddenly stiff, lifeless. Even the birds have stopped chirping.

You lower your camera and carefully put it away. A trickle of fear slips into your heart. You turn away from the river's edge only to be met by a low hiss and a creature, unlike anything you witnessed in your travels, spooling itself neatly out of the water, blocking your path to the base. An incredible creature with long arms and a great, serpentine tail that seems to stretch for yards and yards. You can hardly breathe in his presence—he's otherworldly with his frills and scales and fangs.

His eyes contain a mesmerizing shine as if staring into a fire as it burns or watching the ocean as it laps up against the beach, drawing your attention, demanding you don't look away. You couldn't anyway. Half-frozen, you struggle to keep from collapsing. He beckons with a sharp talon. He hisses softly for you to come closer, mouse. He wants to see you. You try to beg no without revealing how terribly you tremble. He doesn't let you go. He insists. His eyes flash with an allure. You almost step close when he murmurs that you need to be good.

But then your sense of survival kicks adrenaline into your heart, and you turn to run—

He strikes faster than your eyes can follow. Two loops of his green and orange tail surrounded you in an instant. You're dragged to the ground, your arms pinned under his mass, and the back of your head cradled by his large palm as powerful muscles squeeze you in the slightest—a gentle rebuke for thinking you could get away. You're hyper-aware of the terrifying bulk of muscles as you lie trapped in his coils. One strong twist and your eyes could pop out of your skull, and every bone protecting your heart and lungs would crumble to shards. You gasp. An urge to kick your legs and struggle erupts in your panic; a sinking feeling tells you it would only make things worse.

He coos over you, hissing and humming in an ancient song of the jungle you have no name for. When you whimper, he shushes you and strokes your cheek. He tells you how lovely you'll be. When you talk back to him, somehow finding your tongue amid your horror, you find out his name. Eclipse. He moves you more upright, resting you on his tail so you're not petrified by how vulnerable you feel lying down, but he never loosens his scaly bindings. He hovers over you. You gaze into his stunning frills of yellow-orange and wonder how a being like him came to exist. He studies you as you study him. He grins at how you shiver when he traces your collarbone with a sharp fingertip.

You remind yourself that you can still breathe. He hasn't crushed you—yet—but you don't like how wide his smile is. Sometimes, his jaw stretches a little too long as if dislocating from his skull, ready to devour you. His eyes gleam with a ravenousness as scales twist around you, holding you close enough to smell the slick green water he had been in and deep musk.

He tells you that he'll see you again very soon—away from other humans, lest you bring him a fine gift for a meal. You can only flex your fingers, silently pleading in your heart that he won't unhook his jaw and eat you alive.

Then, he unravels himself from your limbs. But before he lets you go entirely, he leans in close, his serpentine tongue flickering close to your neck and by your hair, tasting the air around you as you muster all your strength to not scream. He inhales deeply, pleased, before he murmurs, "Sweet mouse. You are mine. Say it."

You don't understand, but you echo his command, and when he taps your chin once in what might have been a loving gesture, you force your jelly legs to solidify before you run and run, all the way back to base. You slam the door to your room behind you. You touch your ribs, your arms, still caught in the heavy sensation of his loops as if he were upon you right now.

The stories are true—there is a giant snake in this jungle, and he wants you. You're afraid to discover if Eclipse's intrigue with you is only an exotic way to satisfy his hunger.

[chemicalarospec]

you've heard of: aroacespec "is this person flirting with me" confusion, now get ready for: Does this person think I'm flirting with them (and also are they flirting "back" with me) because I accidentally bumped into them a lot?

[solar-halos]

for this mood board monday, i present yet another ficboard. the board in question is of franka by @ongreenergrasses

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

I just wanted to apologize got the solar x moon marriage "jump scare"

I didn't know people were going to hate it.

I don't see any of them as family except bloodmoon and his twin.

Cause they're the same code.

DNA isn't a thing for the bots, plus as far as I know two guy bots can't have kids.

Besides I didn't see the relationship as a physical one. Just platonic.

Also as a asexual and aromatic, you can be in a relationship. Just a heads up.

🩸🌙

To me, it's all good. I myself see them as besties and cousins in canon, but to each their own opinion. I don't see the point in arguing or trying to change how others see the relation of two fictional characters.

[moeblob]

(SLAMS MY OCS DOWN)

I MISSED THEM SO MUCH YOU GUYS

Reynold, the ADHD human that he is, has a very hard time focusing on much of anything and the only way he can be considered "accomplished" in his former line of work (CIA) is because he knew. He knew he had to do the task as fast as possible before he forgot what he was doing.

Now he lives in another world and is basically the trophy husband to the demon lord and Reynold is like "this is amazing I'm adopting the whole entire demon army as our children". And the demon lord is like "you want to adopt my demon army" and Reynold is like "starting with your advisors, yes. those are our daughters now. I love them. I would literally kill for them."

And Sascha, the demon lord determined to NOT ACTUALLY FIGHT PEOPLE, is like please don't kill anyone. And his job is now "take care of the entire demon race and also act as impulse control to one human". Luckily his twin advisors love Reynold too and agree to help keep him in line in the world.

And since idk how much I posted on main and not my OC blog for the advisors, Melo (left) is mute and Lody (right) does the talking. They are able to share what they see with each other because of the pink/yellow eyes acting as like a gateway of sorts. So they're rarely assigned to survey the same area since if they're apart they can see twice as much and report on more in order to aid Sascha. (But at the castle they both like to stick together and trail either Sascha or Reynold)

[ronanlynchbf]

[jacqcrisis]

Ronan's standing there, watching this, glad there's a pause on the whole sex thing cause otherwise Astarion wasn't making it out this room unravished, the other party members be damned.

[shaykai]

Gonna slap the people who named bugs

[the-physicality]

congratulations to the referees i guess....

connecticut is the only one i want winning anything else so good luck against the minnesota whistle i really hope you can make it happen

[the-monkey-ruler]

I feel like ppl should do more fix-it stories or like more reunion of patriarch puti and swk

Get that monkey his father figure back.

Have them communicate OR

“Do you know that even after all these years, i haven’t forgotten whats its like to be your student? Do you still think i had become the last words you had thought of me?”

Oooooo would love to see a COMEBACK king that overcomes a doubting teacher.

I always like to think that Puti pushed Wukong away knowing that he was destined for better things but it's hard to back that up with the whole "you're only going to get in evil and I don't want to hear it" kind of tough love.

Thought I do have some recs for you!

There is a fantastic comic by @antidotefortheawkward about Wukong and Master Puti meeting again. It's short but honestly created a fav headcanon that Puti was the one to tell the world he was Wukong's teacher as another 'riddle' Wukong had to see through.

Another is actually a movie called 2022Jounrey to the West: Marble Mountains 大梦西游之五行山/ Great Dream Journey to the West: Five Elements Mountains! This kinda follows the entire plot with Wukong's battle with fighting with himself and the last remaining of what his last master wanted from him. And while a little insane it has three different Xiyouji character designs in this movie, it is such a ride.

I've seen a few other adaptions try to make a cool twist with Puti, most making him either a father figure to Wukong, like in Immortal Demon Slayer or Monkey King 2014, but I haven't seen one where it like "I'm going to rise above the exceptions you thought I could never achieve."

At least NOT SO FAR!

I think there is a big consciousness in the Xiyouji fandom that Puti is "father figure" or at least the best mentor figure ever so Idk if we are ever going to get like him REALLY being cruel but there are a good number that shows that the separation was just as hard for him as it was for Wukong. I always wondering if we could get to see how Wukong could either really struggle in school or really thrive. I really love that Mei Hou Wang 2009 takes it time to show how Wukong learned and was taught but to see something live-action with a lot of drive into him struggling. Only to come out thriving when he finally starts to learn how he can THAT would be something.

This is the man that gave Wukong his NAME. The name that he never had, something that set him apart from demons very the very start.

Master Puti made Wukong just a little more human by giving him that. And that is something Wukong can never separate from himself.

[boomerang109]

what if capitalism is making the one job i thought was possible for me feel unattainable not because i haven’t literally been doing it since age 13 but because it’s not well paid enough so until you get into a higher position you have to work multiple jobs and i knew that i always knew that but. fuck. why is adulting going to be so exhausting. what if this really is the best time of my life? being a depressed college student? what if it’s downhill from here?

[ineffablelvrs]

if we're talking fantasy aus (i am so late to the au talk does not matter tho we should talk abt these again) we should grishaverse byler. we all deserve it. anyway i think will would be an etheralki grisha. either an inferni or a squaller

[celeryw]

what if i day to this guy "literally what the fuck are you even talking about" is that rude . i think he has feelings for me but i have been deliberately short cold and half ghosting him