#punk! sun

[kaleidoscopek9]

Oh yeah. He slays.

[lec743]

Punk! Sun Fic (Rockstar AU)

Here’s a Sun POV for our Rock Star needs! I wrote this without editing much so I’ll look through this later for editing purposes. The Punk! boys just want to live a simple, life as far as I can get off from @kaleidoscopek9′s writings so far. Like they want the freedom to travel and see what they want to see when they want to see it, but I get heavy, “they want a domestic life” vibes from these boys.

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           Sun was playing on his synthesizer to cool down from playing on the drums for the show. They had nowhere to be, and it was still crowded out there with fans buying last minute merchandise, so Faz-co allowed them to stay in the changing room, backstage. They weren’t being carted off to their gilded cage back at the HQ. So, it was a relief to Sun, because it was something different, even if it was technically still the same old-same old.

           Sun had his back to the entrance doorway as he was relaxing on the fainting couch when he heard the door open.

           “Are the crowds still thick, Moon,” Sun asked over his playing.

           “They are but look who found me.”

           Sun kept playing as he turned his head 180 degrees.

           There you were, smiling wide and bashfully waving at him from beside Moon.

           Sun stood up with a gasp and said, “Why isn’t it our little spouse!”

           Under your breath you said, “I’m never going to live that down…” Then turning to Moon, louder you said, “I found you? I came out of the bathroom, and you jump scared me. Then we had to hide in a closet for ten minutes so that the other fans wouldn’t swarm you.”

           Sun walked around the fainting couch. His head realigning with his body as he playfully scolded Moon.

           “Moon, why would you do such a thing with our lovely star,” Sun said as he stood before his best friend, “without me?”

           “What?” You screech.

           Moon starts laughing.

           Sun’s raise spun around his head at the sound of Moon’s laughter.

           Then turning to you he said, “I’m just kidding. I don’t like scaring people. But I got to say, that was a cute little sound you made.”

           “You should have heard them when I scared them outside the bathroom,” Moon said, calming down from his laughter.

           Sun thought the little pout you were doing with your lips was cute.

           “You’re both really lucky I want to be here, or I would have left already.”

           “Awe, we’re touched Angel,” Moon bantered.

           “Besides our amazing music and good looks, what makes you want to be here so badly?”

           You look up at Sun then look away bashfully as you start pulling two envelopes out of your pants pockets. One yellow and one blue. You handed them each their own respective color coded envelop.

           Wringing your hands together as you stared at the floor, you said, “It’s not the prettiest thing that I’ve made, but it’s something that I wanted to make since I felt like words didn’t fit the scene in my head well enough.”

           Sun and Moon opened their envelopes.

           Sun saw a crud but well thought out drawing of him taking care of a large garden in a mountain valley. Smiling wide, he leaned against Moon to show him his drawing, and Moon did the same with him. Sun saw that Moon got a drawing of him at a dance party with women and men in colorful clothes as they danced in circles.

           The two of them were so caught up in how cute your little drawings were that they didn’t realize that they had gone silent.

           “Okay, well, that’s all I wanted to do, so I better go before I get you guys in trouble,” you say as you keep looking to the ground and start retreating for the door.

           “Oh, Star! This is lovely,” Sun said as he went up to you and gave you a hug before you could leave.

           He picked you up off your feet and swung you from side to side.

           “Is it okay if I hug you? I’m sorry for asking after the fact but I got excited. Your drawings are amazing!”

           “Oh! Uh, no, I don’t mind, just got a bit surprised there… My drawings are okay.”

           “They’re wonderful!”

           “They’re okay.”

           “Absolutely beautiful.”

           “They made you happy and that’s what matters.”

           Sun pouted into your shoulder; he didn’t like that you weren’t accepting his complements.

           The sunshine animatronic rock star sat you down on the ground, but he kept his hands on your shoulders. Turning his head 180 degrees to face Moon, Sun asked, “Did security see you come in with them?”

           “Nope.”

           “Ah good, then that means we have some time for ourselves with our little Star,” then turning his head back around he added, “Because I am determined to get you to love your own art.”

           You snorted at him.

           Sun’s rays spun around his head at that, and he squinted at you, taking your little laugh as a challenge.

           “We have paper and a few glitter pens. Will you draw some more for us?”

           You shrug, then said, “I can, but drawing isn’t my forte.”

           “What is your specialty then,” Sun asked as he straightened up and crossed his arms over his chest.

           “I’m a writer. I like writing fanfiction in my free time.”

           “Have you written fanfiction about us,” Moon asked as he sat down at the vanity table.

           You weren’t looking at either of them, but in as casual of a tone of voice you could muster, you said, “I have.”

           Sun saw the mischievous smile spread across his friend’s face as he asked, “Did you write smut about us?”

           Your face scrunched up hard, like you had eaten a lemon.

           “No comment.”

           Moon howled with laughter.

           You glared daggers into Moon.

           “Can I read your work!” Sun asked enthusiastically.

           He didn’t mind if you write smut about them. It’s not like it’s real. Sometimes what people come up with for their sexual gratifications can be interesting, too.

           You smirked then said, “Sure you can. If you can find it.”

           “That’s not fair you haven’t even told us what your Internet handle is.”

           You shrug then said, “Oh well. I guess you won’t be reading anything of mine then.”

           Now it was Sun’s turn to scrunch up his face like he had eaten a lemon. He folded up your masterpiece and pocked it. Then taking your hand, he led you over to the fainting couch and pushed his synthesizer out of the way so he could pull up the coffee table. He grabbed some paper and the cup of glitter pens off the vanity that Moon was sitting at. Then he laid them out before you.

           “I’m going to draw my succulents; will you draw me a setting sun over the ocean?”

           You shrug again, then said, “It won’t look all that great.”

           “You’ll do fine,” Sun then turned to Moon and asked, “Do you want to join us?”

           “I’m going to vibe over here,” Moon stated as he pocked your drawing of his and picked up his bass that was resting against the vanity he was sitting at, “You have fun with them on your own.”

           Sun saw you give his friend a thumbs up and Sun nodded at him then turned his attention back onto his little project. Sun’s not completely sure why but drawing brings him such an intense sense of nostalgia that it makes his gears grind.

           As much as Sun loves his adoring fans and being around them to sign their photos or shirts or foreheads, he appreciates having one on one time with them when he can. It’s nice being in a calm environment, having you there with him acting like he doesn’t fluster you with nerves because of his rock star fame, while Moon strums on his bass.

           “Do you think you’ll have any kids one day,” Sun asked randomly, wanting to start a conversation somewhere.

           “Oh, I don’t know,” you said with a sigh, “I don’t want to raise a kid by myself and. communities in this day’n age, and part of the world, don’t exactly have the mindset of, “it takes a village to raise a child,” so I kind of have to find a partner and yada-yada-yada. People are just complicated man. It depends on the child, I guess???”

           Sun nodded as he put the finishing touches to his drawing, “Yes, people are complicated.”

           He then flipped the paper over to cover his work and waited for you to finish your drawing. The two of you talked about a lot of different things; about favorite instruments, memes you both laugh over on the Internet, about your college. Sun enjoyed talking to you. You have such a warm aura to you, and it let him think what it’d be like to live outside of the company.

           Finally, you were done drawing and the two of you switched drawings.

           You used every available gritter pen they had on hand to make the scene. It was crudely draw, but oh so beautiful and freeing to look at.

           “I love it,” Sun said holding the drawing to his chest like a teddy bear.

           “Yours is much better than mine,” you stated as you looked over his cross hatched blue drawing of his succulents that he keeps on their tour bus windowsill. It was a realistic drawing.

           Before Sun could try and dissuade you from comparing yourself to him over their art, they heard a knock on the door.

           You waisted no time and ran to hide inside their clothes rack. You covered yourself in the clothes and held still.

           Sun turned his head 180 degrees to see one of their security people come in and say, “Hey, it’s safe to leave now. We need to get you guys back to HQ.”

           “Alright. Thank you for your time,” Sun said, “We just need to pack up a few things onto the bus.”

           The security guard nodded then closed the door behind him.

           You poke out of their clothes rack, “Welp, that’s my cue. Since I’m not paying for your time, I don’t want you guys to get in trouble for being with me… and vice versa… Let’s be real, I’ll be the most in trouble.”

           Sun watched you crawl out of the clothes rack and Sun got up and walked over to you.

           “We enjoyed your company, Star. I hope to see you again soon.”

           “I’ll try, but with the way Faz-Co keeps hiking their ticket prices, I might have to start sneaking into shows.”

           “Do it,” Moon said, not looking up from his bass, “I dare yah.”

           You flashed them both an impish smile, “Maybe I will.”

           “Do you need us to escort you?” Sun asked, wanting some more time with you.

           “Nah, I got this.”

           You made your way over to the door. Checked to see if the coast is clear. Then you dipped.

           “I like them,” Moon said.

           Sun looked down at your drawing he had close to his chest, “I like them too.”

[ghostpal]

Oh hey I forgot I had this in my drafts. Came out nowhere near as good as I had hoped but I can always draw it again later :)

This is from @kaleidoscopek9 ‘s punk sun and moon au and a post regarding sun and yn hiding frim everyone because its a fun challenge and it made my brain go brrrp cause im fucking gay

[total-fandom-tr45h]

The Star Screamers Meet the Moth

@kaleidoscopek9, here is a little something for your punk au, I hope I wrote the boys right!

Sun and Moon were not happy, to say the least. 

They had been hearing rumors whispered between stagehands about the possibility of a new animatronic being brought into the band, and the very thought irked the duo, Moon more so than Sun. Another animatronic meant more competition, and a liability onstage. They trusted each other, but they couldn’t trust someone new. 

But it was just rumors, and nobody had said anything outright, so neither of them put any stock in anything they heard.

So one could only imagine their shock and anger when a few days before a show, as they were walking backstage to go through the normal routine of mic checks and other technical maintenance they spot another bot being poked and prodded at by a couple of techs, while the main stage manager talked and checked things off on his clipboard. 

Sun and Moon looked at each other for a moment before Sun put on a strained smile, walking over while Moon hung back, arms crossed over his chest as he simply watched the new animatronic. 

“Hey! What’s going on?” Sunny asked, trying to sound cheerful as normal, but his voice came out a little more forced. The stage manager looked up from his clipboard and smiled, looking up at Sun.

“Ah, good you’re here. This is Luna, the newest addition to The Star Screamers. She’s going to be on backup vocals and guitar. Management is hoping that by adding a feminine element to the band will pull in even more fans.” The man explained as Sun nodded along, glancing over at the new addition. 

Luna, as she was called, seemed to have a body structure similar to him and Moon, but with a more 3-dimensional head and more feminine proportions, and not to mention four arms. Her casing was a light gray color, looking almost like an off-white. She had synthetic hair (similar to Roxanne) that seemed to be dyed black, if the flecks of white showing through were anything to go by, and it was choppy looking, like someone gave her a really bad haircut. Bright yellow antenna poked out from the black synthetic mop, swaying and bouncing with every slight movement she made. 

Luna wore a black leather jacket over a white, beat up tank top, both of which were obviously custom made, with extra sleeves for her arms and the neck holes widened to account for the large fuzzy collar around her neck that extended almost halfway out to her shoulders and down to where her sternum would be if she were human. Dark wash jeans and black combat boots finished her look, along with the casing on her face being either totally overhauled or painted over to give her darker “makeup”, including lipstick and eyeshadow. 

Luna gave a hesitant smile, lifting one of her unoccupied hands to hold it out towards Sunny. “Nice to meet you…” She spoke quietly, as if she could almost tell that she wasn’t quite welcome yet. 

From the shadows Moon sneered, watching with irritation as Sun shook Luna’s hand. Of course this was all just another way for the higher ups to gain more money, using another animatronic like a tool and treating them like a prisoner. 

Moon stepped out of his hiding place as the technicians finished up their fine tuning on Luna and he walked over, glaring directly into her eyes, which were bright green with black sclera. “Don’t get in my way.” He growled before pushing past her, his arm catching on something. 

Whipping his head around, he saw that from her back there was a pair of wings reminiscent to those of a Luna Moth, but the bottoms of them were torn to shreds. He let out a grunt and stormed off, shoving his hands in his pockets. 

Luna sighed despite her obvious lack of lungs and gave Sun another small smile. “Sorry if I’m imposing on you guys, I don’t want any trouble…” 

Sun shook his head, waving a hand dismissively. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be fine. Besides, it’s not like any of us had a choice in the matter.” 

There was a moment of silence between the two animatronics before Sun clapped his hands together. “I’m going to go find Moon. Talk to you later, Luna.” He said before taking off in the direction Moon stormed off in, leaving Luna alone. 

She sighed again, static accompanying the sound from frustration and sadness as she ran a hand through her chopped hair. “That could’ve been better…. but it could have been worse I guess. Well, I guess I had better start practicing then…” 

She muttered to herself before wandering off, folding her wings up into their compartments in her back as she walked toward the bus she was brought there on. 

[thegoodwitchynki]

I'm completely normal about this movie...

Anyway won't it be cool if all media was treated with this much love and care

[vhs-rat]

blep

[punkrock-confetti]

Engie i drew to cope with the hot weather💔

[xitsensunmoon]

Random punk rock au with @just-a-drawing-bean @starsketchez @skizabaa from magma session <3 We honestly slayed

[kaleidoscopek9]

*slams table* I cannot get over how PRETTY THESE ARE

@kaleidoscopek9 has the coolest pink Sun and Moon designs and I love them so much bejevsjshjj 🥰🥰🥰

[villetela]

I thought these two looked a lil similar so i thought they'd also get along LMAO

Two of these eclipse's (and LDR sun and moon) are owned by: @biggiesnails and @spadillelicious

[kaleidoscopek9]

How about a kiss for our sweet, funny Sunny? He's just so cute. Almost could eat him up. 🤭

[lec743]

Punk! Sun & Moon (Rockstar AU)

I kind of fell in love with this AU that @kaleidoscopek9 made. Someone also wrote a short-short fic about Y/N shenanigan's with Punk! Sun & Moon and I thought I’d expand on it. Original post.

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            You take a deep breath. The sound of the crowd reverberates around you in the reception hall. The rock show had just ended and the bass guitarist Moondrop and drummer Sundrop were at their respective autograph stations.

            You were a person with a mission. The fake marriage licenses you had in your grip made you giddy. You had the cover of the crowd to protect you. So all you had to do was get it signed then you get out of there. If they see what they’re signing, then that’ll make it all the funnier. If not, then it’ll make you feel like a Mission Impossible agent.

            You make your way towards Sundrop first, humming to one of their songs as you played it, in your head, to the Mission Impossible theme song. His fans are a bit wilder in terms of trying to get his attention. The rockstar animatronic doesn’t seem to mind that his fans were all ravenous, and he seems to actively encourage it.

            You remember one time at one of the Q&A’s that you went to that he said he likes seeing people going wild, because it feels like a true authentic part of a person’s experience at a show. It also makes him happy to see so many people enjoying his band’s music.

            You managed to squeeze your way through the crowd, and you were one of many people shoving a piece of paper towards the sun themed animatronic. You watched as Sundrop’s rays spun around his head, the smile across his face stretched so wide, if it were any wider, he’d be a loony tunes character.

            He’s such a sweetheart. He was overwhelmed but he was verbally kind and asked politely for people to give him a little room or to give him a moment.

            He passed over your fake marriage license three times before signing it. His eyes didn’t seem to register what was on it and you smiled wide.

            “Thank you!”

            Then you ducked out of the crowd.

            Next was Moondrop.

            His fans gathered around him just as thickly, but they were all in a circular line, type situation. Moondrop was signing papers with max efficiency while also complementing people’s outfits and winking at them.

            As you made your way through the crowd you could practically feel the people around you vibrating from getting just a little bit of Moondrop’s attention. It’s funny to you, because it’s not like you’re not unaffected by Moondrop’s sharp smile and laid-back personality, but pure Moondrops fans were on another level.

            You once found a youtube video of Moondrop talking about how he wants everyone to have a good time but it’s hard to do anything if all his fans try to dogpile him, not that he wasn’t flattered. And you’ve heard the stories of how people have tried to dogpile each other just for a pick thrown into the crowd by Moondrop before he got claws installed.

            Since that video and after the guitar-pick incident, the Moondrop fans have been doing exactly what the rockstar has wanted to do, to the best of their hive-mind, fan-crazed little heads could do.

            You got through to the front and people around you were calling Moondrop sexy and fine and all the other thirsty things a fan in the moment could say. You smile and join in with the shouting as you wait your turn to get your other marriage license signed. Mostly you shouted out about how much you loved the music.

            Finally, Moondrop signed your fake marriage license.

            You smiled and you were going to say thank you but then you saw the animatronic do a double take at your piece of paper.

            The two of you locked eyes for a moment as Moondrop sputtered.

            You gave the bass guitarist your most wicked smile then ducked out of the crowd, running away.

            You heard him shout for you to stop, but obviously you don’t. You don’t stop running until you get to your car, and you drive away.

            At the first red light you stop at, your mind goes over the flabbergasted look on the rockstar animatronics’ face, and you can’t help but cackle. Loud and long. Causing a cacophony of angry honking to explode behind you when you didn’t start immediately moving as the green light flashed.

            Two weeks pass by, and you see tickets for another concert of the duo Moon and Sundrop on the computer. You look up at your framed fake marriage licenses with their rockstar signatures on it. You smile wide at the sight as you lean into your computer chair. The sight of Moon’s face still fresh in your mind at how flabbergasted he was.

            Sun and Moondrop have thousands of fans. Even with their facial recognition programing, there’s no way they’d keep you in the data banks after all this time.

            You lean forward on your computer desk, and you buy the tickets. It’s always fun being able to listen to them live, you especially love listening to them singing live the song Super Nova Heart. It’s a classic in the making.

            It’s the evening of the concert and you park your car pretty far from the entrance of the stadium, having gotten to the show late because of work. You don’t mind the walk though, it’s fun seeing everyone enthusiastic show of colors as they have a party outside of the stadium or selling their wares.

            You already have your merch on. You’re wearing a replica of Moondrop’s leather jacket, and you were wearing Sundrop’s earrings. Your cheeks were painted with a moon on one side and a sun on the other. In your pockets you had silly string and glow sticks at the ready.

            You got your ticket checked in at the entrance and you started filing your way towards the stadium, hoping you can get a chair for you to stand on to look over the crowd.

            As you were walking a big, burly guard, dressed in black stood in your way.

            “Excuse me, can you come with me.”

            “Why?”

            “We have some questions we’d like you to answer.”

            “Oh, yah sure! Let me just—”

            You sprinted away from the guard. As far as you know the man’s a fraud wanting to steel your diner money you brought.

            As you ran you heard him chasing you through the crowd. You chanced a glance over your shoulder and even more men in security guard black attire were chasing you. Shit, you thought, they’re legit. Welp, you’re committed to the chase.

            You weaved through people, you ran behind stalls, you cut around corners and hid in shadows only to be found as soon as you’ve caught your breath. It took the guards an hour, but you ran circles around them before you were run ragged.

            You were held in the air as two security guards held onto you securely by each arm. You writhed and wiggled, all while kicking your feet in the air for good measure. You shouted about your rights and how you paid for your ticket and how they’re going to make you late to the opening of the show.

            You made as much of a scene as possible, you didn’t care if it made you look crazy or not, you were mad.

            Your anger slowly turned into confusion as you noticed that they weren’t taking you into some sort of back-room containment unit or some shit. They were taking you backstage. You were still being pushed and pulled but they were allowing you to walk as you had quieted down.

You were looking around the back of the stage with wide eyes. It was so cool seeing all the technical knowhow it takes to make a live show the way it is.

            You and your two captors pushed you forward past all the tech teams getting the show ready. You even heard that the show was delayed a bit.

            That’s good you guess. Whatever is going on with these guards, maybe it’ll be over soon, and you’ll get to go back with the crowd and watch the show.

            Then you see that you’re going into a quiet area where a bunch of costumes and celebrity memorabilia was hanging around, along with rooms that were named with the current celebrities that have booked the stadium for their shows. The guards dragged you to the door labeled Moondrop and Sundrop.

            All you could say was a loud, “Uuuuuuuuhh?” before the guards opened the door and shoved you into Sun and Moondrop’s dressing room.

            You stumbled on your feet, and you looked around, but the room was empty.

            A guard gruffly said, “Now you’re to stay here until further notice.”

            You spun around but they closed the door in your face.

            You kicked the door and shouted, “You could at least tell me why I’m here!”

            It was silent on the other side of the door. You try the doorknob, and it was locked. You huff at it and stare angrily at it, wishing you had heat vision. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a rack.

            Turning to face it, you saw it was a rack of Moon and Sundrop’s costumes. You squealed at the sight and immediately ran over to it and started looking through them. You saw the costume that they wore for their April Fool’s concert, that made them look like jesters. You saw their Halloween costumes, a skeleton for Sun and a sea monster for Moon. You saw a lot of their regular out fits too. You squealed at the sight of Sundrop’s Eclipse shirt. You immediately took off your jacket to put his shirt on over yours.

            You went over to the dressing room mirror to check yourself out. Hot damn, you wished you could afford these types of clothes. You feel 20% cooler wearing this. Looking down you saw that a lot of their make up was still out. The cold looking colors had to belong to Moondrop. You picked up a deep blue lipstick and you applied it onto yourself.

            For the past thirty minutes that’s what you did. You’d get distracted from your thoughts and you’d go over and mess with another one of the rockstar duo’s things. Currently you were beating on Sundrop’s drums in the room, trying to play Eclipsed Soul, when you finally heard talking outside the dressing room.

            Panicked, you looked around for a place to hide. The best place you could find was under the fainting couch.

            As soon as you scrambled underneath the sizable couch, the door creaked open, and you heard footsteps.

            “Hmmm. Now where oh where, could they be,” you recognized Moondrop’s gruff voice.

            You don’t really know why you were hiding, but you also don’t know why you were here either. The animatronic rockstar duo don’t have any weird history, but you haven’t exactly looked that deep into their past since you found their music two years ago so who knows what kind of danger, you’re in.

            You squeak when the couch above you moves suddenly. You look up to see Sundrop. One leg was propped up by the couch that he moved, and he was smiling down at you, his face plate upside down, making him look like he was frowning at you despite the smile.

            “I found our spouse, Moon!”

            “Huuuuh?” You asked loudly.

            “My. So you have,” Moondrop said as he crouched before you, “What’s the matter sweetheart, no kiss for your husbands?”

            “Uuuuuh…”

            “Wait a minute,” Sundrop scoffed, “Are you wearing my shirt?”

            “Ummmm….”

            “And it looks like they got into my make up too. Oh my, how busy you’ve been,” Moon booped you on the nose, “Naughty, naughty.”

            The boop on the nose pulled you out of your stupor. You gritted your teeth and you stood up.

            “Alright you too,” you said in a forced leveled voice, “What’s this about. What’d I ever do to you?”

            Sun put a hand over his chest, fringing hurt, “Ugh! They don’t even remember marrying us!”

            “Marrying you? I did… Oh… This is about the marriage licenses.”

            Moondrop stood up. He easily towered over you. A small part of you thought that was really hot.

            “Think we wouldn’t remember that little stunt?”

            “Well, no. That’s not,” you cleared your throat, “Look guys. They’re not real. The marriage licenses are just a joke. They’re hanging on my bedroom wall as we speak as decoration. I’m not going around telling people we’re married or anything like that.”

            “Why did you do it?” Sundrop asked.

            You shrugged.

            “I thought it was funny.”

            You stood tensely before the two animatronic rockstars as they looked at you blankly, then they looked at each other.

            When they looked at each other they burst out laughing.

            “It was kind of funny,” Sundrop said, “You got us good with those licenses. They looked so real.”

            “Yah,” you chuckled in relief with them, “that was the point.”

            “What made you want to do that,” Moondrop asked, catching his breath.

            You shrug again.

            “I like to let the winds of chaos guide my way,” you state.

            Sundrop had a lopsided smile as he pointed at you and poked you in the chest, “Hey now, don’t you go quoting our lyrics.”

            “What! It’s a good line!”

            Sundrop wrapped a mechanical arm around your shoulders and shook you lightly. You tried to ignore the way your heart fluttered from that.

            “You know what, I like you. You’re a ballsy little thing and I respect that,” Sundrop turned to his co-star, “What do you think?”

            Moondrop hummed contemplatively. You were sweating bullets under his intense stare.

            “I don’t know. I think they should be punished still.”

            Sundrop sighed, “Moon.”

            You looked down at your hands guiltily. You didn’t think your little prank would shake them up so much. You’ll pay for whatever emotional damages they demand of you, you guessed.

            “Instead of going back out to the crowd, they’ll watch our show from backstage,” Moondrop started.

            You looked up at him, your eyes shining at the prospect of watching them behind the scenes.

            “Then after the show, we’ll introduce them to the crowd and tell them how we became “married” to each other,” Moondrop continued.

            Your face fell. You have severe stage fright.

            “And you’ll tell the audience what your thought process was when you decided to pull that joke on us. Okay?” Moondrop finished.

            “Okay,” you mumbled.

            Moondrop gave you a sharp smile, “Good! Now let’s go. The show has been delayed long enough.”

            You grimaced as you followed them out of their dressing room.

            You enjoyed the show. Listening to their music is always the best part. You love seeing Sundrop going ham on the drums and Moondrop has the smoothest singing voice in existence. Despite all this enjoyment, you still couldn’t help but dread the end of it all.

            The final cord echoed through the stadium and the crowd cheered loudly.

            You were breathing deeply as you tried to steel your nerves for what was to come next.

            “Goodnight, everybody, you were a lovely audience,” Sundrop’s voice echoed over the speakers.

            The crowd cheered their goodbyes, and the lights went out.

            Still, you waited for what Moondrop said he wanted from you.

            “How’d you like the show,” Sundrop said as he twirled a drumstick with one hand. A proud smile stretched across his face.

            “You guys were great,” you said giving Sundrop a queasy smile.

            Moondrop came up behind his co-star and smiled at you, “You ready to go home?”

            You blanked.

            “I’m not going to speak to the crowd?”

            “Nope. Just wanted to make you squirm like you did with us,” Moondrop said as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and started walking you out the backstage, “You’re just a random stranger. We’re not going to spotlight you and let our fans rip you apart. It wouldn’t be fair since you don’t have the kind of protection that we do to prevent you from being harassed to death. What happened will stay between us, but we do plan on cracking jokes about it. Okay?”

            You sigh in relief.

            “Again, I am so sorry I caused you two so much distress with my little prank. I just got wrapped up in what was funny about it.”

            Moondrop patted your shoulder as the two animatronic rockstars walked out of backstage with you.

            “Have a goodnight,” Moondrop said.

            “Can I have my shirt back,” Sundrop asked.

            You looked down at yourself to see you were still wearing what you took off the rack.

            You thought about it for a moment, then you crossed your arms and said, “No.” Then you calmly walked away.

            You heard laughter follow behind you.

There’s no way you’re going to see them in person like this again. Might as well have some mementos for this crazy night.

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Chris Cornell of Soundgarden, Hollywood, 1989 ⋆ ౨ৎ ˚ ˖ ࣪ Photographed by Robert Matheu

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Punk!Rockstar Macaque? he is in edgy clothing too :D i imagine him to wear eyeliner and him playing DOOR 2 DUSK (METAL GUITAR)

and Punk!Rockstar Wukong? he can wear those too, but still have his aesthetic! i think that would be cool, and he can be alongside Macaque

and then Na is just a girl they snatched out her home, because she's their unstable butts' emotional support and silent therapy

zozoko….your brain…..it works wonders…..

So much so, that I decided to make an edit with the drawing I did for this

Enjoyyyyyy (this is literally the first time I’ve edited something so don’t even worry about how some stuff is wonky)

the drawing itself and a lil interaction doodle

Also I like the idea that Wukong would wear a mask (he has stage fright…. Or somethin) , similar to sleep token band members hehehehe love me some sleep token

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I'm back from camping and I drew robots kissing humans while I was in the woods because no one could stop me

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Welcome back, Linkin Park 🖤 .

The music video for the new song of Linkin park “The Emptiness Machine” is out now : lprk.co/fromzero/youtu…