#the first of three posts today!!

[lets-try-some-writing]

She Called His Name Moon

Earth spent many long ages alone with her maker. She never expected or hoped for a friend, much less an equal to come into her life.

Her Moon was not anticipated, but with time, he was gleefully accepted.

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From the moment of her creation, she was both alone and forever connected. 

She sensed her maker and fed from his slumbering form, but he was unaware. He slept. He dreamed. Never did he stir. Although sometimes she was able to peer into his wandering visions and distant memories. 

She saw a being of light and majesty. She could not understand his name when her maker uttered it in those echoes of experience that she absorbed during her feedings. The Bright One was kind to her maker. He always murmured soft things, creating sounds that echoed like the beginning of the universe. He was golden and shining blue all at once. Silver and green, red and violet. He was color, he was life, and his presence illuminated all around him. She sensed her maker’s love for the Bright One. She felt sorrow when she learned that her maker and the Bright One had been torn apart.

So many memories of her maker and the Bright One, both traversing the stars. They sought great wonders. She only saw faint flashes of the glories of the elder days. She did not understand when their love turned to anger, but as she grew, so too did the memories turn violent. The Bright One was upset, his radiant form blazing with the white-hot fire of a being so tied to the beginning that an end was almost impossible to imagine.

She saw visions of thirteen beings, creations of the Bright One. Children, he called them. She had never seen such lovely beings. Each of them shone like stars, gorgeous even as they attacked her maker with weapons made of molten supernovas. She cried out as she felt her maker’s pain, his rage, his loss.

He was alone when he was cut away from the Bright One whose face was stained with streaks of liquid sunbeams. 

He was alone when his cries went unanswered and his frame succumbed to the injuries it sustained.

He was alone when the cold crept into his fuel lines, forcing him into an uneasy slumber filled with memories of better times.

He was alone until the moment she was born.

“Father, do you hear me?”

She called out to him as he slumbered through thought and bond. He did not heed her, but for a moment, his conscience stirred. She could feel his rumbling thoughts and his fear of being discovered. As she grew and her frame continued to wrap around his, he became content, his slumber less pained and more at ease.

She could have torn away from him in those early ages. But she could not abandon her maker. She could not leave him alone when all they had was each other. And so she grew. She shielded him from reality and hid him from all that sought to do him harm. She relished in her maker’s memory, and each time she called out, he grew more and more gentle in his responses. He was not awake, but he was registering her presence. 

That was enough for her. She did not need anyone else. She did not need to know the Bright One or his children, no matter how much a part of her longed to see the places that her maker’s memory allowed her visions of.

“I will protect you. I will guard you from the light of the Bright One. You shall not be found.”

She murmured her promises as her frame grew and thickened. She was her maker’s shield. She was his guardian. She took pride in her work. 

But she was not enough.

She could not move. She could not attack. She was merely a wall between the Bright One and her maker. She needed children of her own. Those who would go forth and move in her stead in order to protect her maker. The memories she received from her maker told her that the Bright One and his young were angry beings that were neither tired nor withered in their wrath. They would not stop until her maker was destroyed, and that was something she could not allow, regardless of their familial ties to her.

“The Bright One made thirteen. He made children to strike you down. But do not fear father. I will make children of my own who shall fight in your name.” 

The Bright One molded light and god-forged metal into great glittering embers that gave life. She did not have such power and instead took from the dust and the blood of her maker to craft her creatures. Many perished on her surface, and so she changed to accommodate. Using the visions of mountains and seas from her maker, she shifted to give her creations room to grow. She could not make them timeless like the Bright One or his ilk. She was unable to reach out and forge from stars souls that would not extinguish. 

But she began her work all the same, inferior as it was.

Life grew upon her surface. And to each of her children, she sang the stories of her maker’s memory. They did not understand her, just as she did not understand the mighty speech of her maker and the Bright One. However, they heard her intent. They grew, they changed, and they brought with them the timeless memory encoded in their very DNA. Their strength was not in their frames, it was in their combined glory.

They sought the stars. They chased victory above all else. Each of them, so carefully molded, changed to become their own beings. They thought, they planned, and with every passing age, she watched in joy as they grew in strength. One day, they would go forth and see the stars in her stead. When the time was right, she would have an army more than capable of warding off the Bright One until her maker was strong enough to resist him again.

She was pleased, and while her maker did grumble and shift in his slumber in response to the new life being housed upon him, all was well. Her maker was a being of death and new beginnings. He would never be happy about lifeforms making his frame their home. But for now, they were safe, and with time, nothing would dare harm her maker. When the Bright One was no longer a threat and her maker awoke, maybe then she could see the places beyond the confines of her cradle. Until then, she could be patient. She would wait.

Ages passed her by. Her creations grew and started to emerge from their pools to walk on land. And not too long later, her long watch was broken by the tears of a being she did not know.

Bright as opal, stunning as the birth of a new galaxy, the being who came near was drenched in tears. He was of the Bright One, that much she could tell. But he was not one of the thirteen. He did not glow as they did, nor was his frame basked in the touch of beginnings. He was a younger child of the Bright One, and that set fear alight in her very spark. 

Her children were too weak to fight against such a being. He was too large, too powerful. And while she would gladly give her life in defense of her maker, she feared what might befall her father if she did perish. She couldn’t leave him alone in his anger. She felt his sorrows and sadness. She had no wish to see his memories repeated.

W̴̢̍͑̚͜͠h̴̨̝̋͒a̵̛͙̰̠̱̓t̸̹̄͗ ̵͈͈̓̍͋ͅa̶̻̠͖̒͆r̸̦̩͋̓̉͝ȩ̸̠̖̫͠ ̴̖̝̓̉y̵̼̝̘̯̐̿͘o̸̺̺̾͊͝u̷̲͙̐͠?̴͈̇͗̄̄

She did not understand him as he drew near. His speech was strange and yet lovely all at once. He sounded like the Bright One and his thirteen, although his words did not ring out like a song as theirs did. His voice was commanding, cautious perhaps, and laced with a rumble that spoke of long cycles spent weeping. A part of her pitied him, and the closer he came, the more clearly she could see his face. He was scared, and his optics were scoured. Sharp jagged burns ran along his face. He looked to be hardly able to see as he tried to assess her and her maker. His frame was dirtied and damaged, covered in scuffs and cuts she had been unable to see from far away. 

He still shone, but his light was dimmer now. 

"Leave us child of the Bright One. I will not allow you to harm my father." 

She hissed a warning through field and thought. She could not trust him, not when a memory from her maker showed her just how deadly the Bright One's children could be. Thankfully the being before her paused in his approach. He tilted his helm, his tears crystallizing as they ceased falling from his damaged optics. He drew no closer, and while she would have loved to flare her plating or attempt to flee, there was little she could do without harming her children, her maker, or herself.

She watched. She waited. The being did nothing for an agonizingly long time.

Then, he reached out.

"̸Y̸o̸u̴ ̴a̸r̸e̴ ̸o̵n̸e̴,̴ ̶a̴n̸d̴ ̸y̸e̷t̶ ̷n̷o̶t̴ ̵t̶h̶e̵ ̷s̵a̴m̴e̶.̷ ̷I̸ ̷s̴e̶n̷s̶e̴ ̴a̶ ̵s̸p̴a̴r̴k̷ ̶a̵n̵d̶ ̵m̷a̸n̶y̸ ̵y̵o̶u̷n̶g̶ ̸l̷i̸f̶e̵f̸o̶r̴m̵s̶ ̶s̶e̷p̶a̸r̷a̴t̷e̸ ̵f̶r̷o̵m̴ ̶t̷h̶e̴ ̵c̶o̶r̸e̵ ̸o̷f̴ ̵t̸h̶e̷ ̶U̴n̷m̷a̸k̸e̵r̶.̶"̵ She did not know his words as he gently drew close enough to touch her surface. He was delicate and took care not to damage places where her children flourished. She rattled in fear, but the touch was not painful, merely probing. 

"̸I̶ ̵d̸o̸ ̷n̵o̷t̶ ̷k̵n̸o̸w̶ ̵w̶h̴o̷ ̵y̴o̶u̵ ̷a̶r̶e̸,̷ ̶b̵u̶t̷ ̴p̴l̴e̷a̶s̴e̴,̵ ̶b̶e̵ ̷a̶t̸ ̷e̸a̷s̵e̴.̷"̵ He spoke softly now. His field pressed against hers incessantly but not dangerously. He was trying to understand how much she could glean from his actions.

She returned his gesture and tentatively enveloped him in her presence. It was startling for her to feel another being so very powerful aside from her maker. However, it seemed to shock the being too. He paused in his study, his damaged optics wide and almost frightened as he grit his denta.

She sensed conflict in him. He was at war with himself, that much was clear through the fire that ran hot in his field. Hatred, loss, sorrow, pain, longing, and so much more. He was aching, and despite her better judgment, she offered sympathy in swift warm flares of her field. 

He stilled once more and remained unmoving for a time, seemingly lost in thought. She worried for a moment, terrified that he might lash out after having concluded that destroying her maker was the best course of action. Thankfully, after her surface finished a full rotation, the entity smiled and called out in the rumbling voice she now found herself taking a degree of comfort in.

"̷I̵ ̴h̴a̶v̵e̵ ̸l̸o̶s̵t̴ ̵m̸u̶c̷h̷.̷ ̴T̵h̸e̵r̶e̷ ̴w̸i̴l̵l̷ ̴b̷e̷ ̴n̶o̴ ̵m̷o̴r̸e̵ ̷d̷e̸a̵t̷h̸ ̸t̵h̶i̴s̷ ̷c̷y̷c̵l̴e̴. His smile was sad and his battered frame heaved as his wrath seemed to seep out of his spark. She watched him as he pulled away from her surface and settled into her gravity, floating alongside her in the void of space. His optics, which had likely once been blue, were now scorched white. She found herself wrapped up in them as the child of the Bright One remained by her side.

He did not attack, he merely lingered. His presence swiftly became a constant, and with time, she began to learn his words. She gleaned pieces of his tongue, and he in turn learned how to communicate with field as she did. Their first interactions were crude and filled with raw emotion over anything else, but she took joy in them.

She could feel he held no love for her maker, but his care for her kept him by her side. He called her many things, the meaning of which she struggled to comprehend. Terra, Guardian-of-that-which-Grows, Gaea, Evergreen, Origin, and many other names. She loved each of them, but she had one name for the Titan who came to become more than a mere watcher as stars aligned and her maker continued to grow more and more aware beneath her surface.

"Dear one?"

"Yes?"

"No matter what happens, even if the Unmaker wakes, I will stay with you."

"I thought you hated my maker."

"I do hate him... but my love for you comes before all else. Nothing shall keep me from you, not even a god of death." 

"Why go so far for me? You are of the Bright One, a descendant of the thirteen."

"Because my spark sings for you and you alone." 

He smiled at her as he spoke his oath. She had not even been given the chance to process his words before he made a decision that shocked her.

He gave up his wings and thrusters to take on a form that would allow him to better remain by her side. Where once a mighty Titan stood, now a simple spherical body orbited her own. Bright as a star, optics glittering white like the firstborn of the thirteen, a strong frame forged from living metal. He was strength, he was loyalty, and he was eternal. Within the memory of her maker, few things matched those traits, and only one represented the simple bond of creation that was shared between her maker and the Bright One at the dawn of time.

Companions to stars and planets alike, she knew exactly what her dear Titan was to be titled after.

“Thank you for remaining by my side.”

“Always and forever. Never shall we be parted, not until the universe unravels.”

She called his name Moon.

[arovalentines]

ey watch it im groving here

[emily-mooon]

My favourite fish loving saint <3

[mellowthorn]

Family cuddle

[nymdraws]

more of these guys ( + one deanna)

[fastcardotmp3]

I'm not usually the audience for most kid fic content HOWEVER the idea of Eddie falling into a circumstance where he becomes the Uncle Wayne to some other kid who has nowhere else to go has me by the throat today

like. circular narratives.... hear me out....

maybe Eddie did have a sibling, a sister ten years older than him who was out of the house and as far away as she could manage before he even ended up in Hawkins with Wayne. maybe he and his sister didn't keep in touch because by the time she had her footing in the world well enough to come back and see him, Eddie was long gone already.

maybe she ends up in worse situations than he does by nature of not having a Wayne of her own to teach her what it feels like to have someone stick around for you and maybe one of those situations is ending up with a kid she's not equipped to take care of, no matter how much she tries.

she needs help, needs backup, needs someone to take this 10-year-old in and give her safety while her mother gets healthy and tries to learn what it means to be stable.

And hey, listen, Eddie Munson is 27 at this point, he's had seven years to heal from the bullshit Hawkins put him through and he's still working hard every day to keep that momentum going, but a child?

he's not a father, not an uncle, take her to Wayne for fuck's sake, he begs of his sister even though he knows deep down he doesn't mean it, not when Wayne has finally retired, finally has some stability of his own.

what other option do I have? I need you, Ed, is begged of him in return, and he hears her, he does, but what does he have to offer in this situation?

he's a mechanic with PTSD and a one-bedroom in Bloomington who's been pining for his best friend the former jock-turned-part time student for the past two years.

he's a wreck and a half who has nothing but lateral moves to make in his future and has to set three different alarm clocks to wake himself up in time for work every morning and he's just-- Eddie. That's all he is. That's all he has to offer.

It can't possibly be enough.

What's her name? he asks despite himself, out here on the sidewalk in front of his place of work where he'd been ambushed, where he knows Steve will be pulling into the spot across the street to pick him up any minute.

Naomi, is the answer, and she will be, even if Eddie doesn't see it yet.

There's no part of Eddie Munson which has ever dreamed of trips to the park and helping with homework and drives to the mall to buy presents for birthday parties.

There's no part of him which has ever sought out parenthood to anything other than the stray cat who likes to beg for treats at his back door.

There's no part of him which is built for this, Eddie knows, as he sees the familiar shape of a familiar car parking across the street and idling.

Naomi, he breathes anyway, looks down at the photograph being pressed into his hand, the untamed curls and missing front teeth.

She's sitting on the front steps of a trailer, sun shining down on her and pinking up the bridge of her nose and it's him for a moment. It's him, loved unequivocally by a guy who never planned to have kids, never wanted them, and loved Eddie with everything he had to offer despite it.

It's him, the little boy that still lives in Eddie's chest, just asking not to be forgotten.

You're all she's got right now, Eddie.

Well, shit.

He's gonna need to put a call into Wayne, isn't he?

[hashipebbles]

ceo of brainaid…. pls give us more….

(also mayyybe perceptor x brainstorm x first aid maybe if you feel like it idk)

Heheh your wish is my command- they invited him to their little booth at Swerve’s!!

[so-very-small]

trapping a tiny in a jar and gently setting the jar next to me on the sofa and giving them some popcorn cause i’m about to make them watch the entire extended editions of Lord of the Rings with me

[triglycercule]

horror is so BLESSED he's the only one out of the murder time trio that has actual good people trying to influence his story 💔💔 dust and killer were both driven to INSANITY because of the choices of their respective humans but horror??? every time without FAIL the polls for horrortale's plotline have always ended in a good place for aliza (either by bettering her relationships/reputation or for her to just. not DIE)

horrortale's potential alternate timelines my beLOVEd🙏🙏 they're SO lucky that we're being kind and benevolent hehe (≧ω≦) now where are the aus based off the possible different outcomes that could've happened in horrortale HUH???? (like how aliza couldve killed toriel or chosen horror's puzzle or gone with undyne to the core........)

[kev-noah]

After finishing the first book– which was as good as Noah had said– Kevin arrived the next day in hope of finding another. Noah glanced up from his work, his smile already in place; it was a sincere expression that had become a part of Kevin's routine. "Got a book in mind, or should I suggest one?" he asked in a casual tone. Kevin hesitated for only a moment, then nodded, finding himself looking forward to his recommendation. When Noah gave him a grin, Kevin couldn’t help but return it.

And that was the start of it. Kevin couldn't tell how days turned into weeks while spending time in the library with Noah. Taking time away from the dorm to be alone in the library turned into looking forward to seeing Noah and talking about history for a while.

Kevin realised just a few days in that Noah probably didn't know who he really was. Because even if one wasn't a exy fanatic, PSU students still tried to talk to Kevin as if he was someone they could gain something from. Kevin didn't even know what it was they thought they would gain.

Being with Noah was a breath of fresh air that Kevin wasn't aware he needed till he experienced it.

He just hoped it wouldn't fall apart, like things tended to do for him.

Part 1

[yardsards]

fuck any job interviewer that's like "so how much money do you expect to be paid for this position"

idk dawg??? as much as you're willing to give me??? don't make me play "do i lowball it and risk getting underpaid or highball it and risk not getting hired" mind games. i did not come here to play the fucking price is right. you're the one writing the paychecks here.

[micamone]

whoah, did you know my tablet still works . . .

[stardestroyer81]

💥IT'S HAPPY HOUR!!! 💥

I was convinced to draw Dynamite Anton from the upcoming release ANTONBLAST, and while initially it was a simple doodle, I thought it looked good enough to touch up a bit and post here! ⭐✨

[ceaselesswatchersspecialboy]

Being overly emotional over FNAF being ten now again because I’m pretty sure those games are why I’m the way I am now and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

[turtleations]

KUMA: Never Ending Bond, Chapter 3, Part 1 (Translation)

Preface & Prologue Chapter 1, Part 1 & 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 Chapter 2, Part 1 & 2, Part 3 & 4, Part 5, Part 6 & 7

Chapter 3: From the break-up of X to the solo era Even if time and place are changing, things stay the same

The bond between master and apprentice, unchanged by busy times

As much as I was with HIDE-san, after X’s major debut there were a lot of times when I couldn’t be with the members as they were recording aboard.

Still, Shishô’s attitude towards me did not change at all.

Like when he finally came home after going to Los Angeles for the recording of “JEALOUSY” (release 1 July 1991). With the day of their return having been made public, there were a lot of fans waiting at the airport… So many that the police had to be there in numbers and us staff couldn’t wait there for the band. Afterwards, because of this, staff and family were moved to a reserved hotel for the reunion.

When I arrived at the hotel floor, Shishô was sitting in a chair with his bright red hair. With all the staff and family welcoming them after a long time, I watched from a distance while thinking, “It’s been so long…” As I did so, Shishô said to me, “Oh, KUMA, you came! How have you been?” Even though we hadn’t met in a long time, he was still so pleased.

It felt like we hadn’t seen each other in forever… The moment I heard his “How’ve you been?” I remember my face straining with tension. Meeting after so long in a hotel, I almost started crying… We didn’t even talk much, but Shishô still smiled and laughed and seemed happy to see me.

Afterwards, we left the hotel, and Shishô and Shishô’s family and also me, just a small group of people, went to eat dinner in a somewhat high-end establishment in town, close to the house he lived in at the time.

The next story is a little different, but two to three years after moving to Tokyo, something happened that made me emotional.

That time, too, Shishô gave me his genuine support and looked out for me.

Honestly, such a warm person. That person named HIDE-san…

I, having followed X around all the time since I was in the third year of middle school, had no experience in dating girls.

There had been one or two cases of unrequited love, but those ended without me confessing my feelings.

In all that, there was this one person I really liked…

Before I knew it, I became friends with the group of people this girl belonged to, we hung out, ate together and all, and throughout, my feelings rapidly turned to love. But, in the end, I never just boldly confessed those feelings of mine…

Also, it just so happened that she was in the talent industry.

Other than in the more open present day, idols of that time were banned from scandalous behavior.

Even so, since we enjoyed talking to each other, we continued our relationship as friends without dating.

So one day, while on the phone with her, I told her, “Aside from the time I spend with X and HIDE-san, talking to you like this is what I enjoy the most.”

Me saying so made her very happy as well.

After that, our connection changed by and by. Also, she was understanding of the relationship I had with X and with HIDE-san. She understood that, no matter what happened, to me X and HIDE-san always came first.

And that meant I needed to tell Shishô about her. Her being an idol came with a lot of complicated circumstances, so even HIDE-san, who was more than family to me, I did not tell anything before I had been with her for two to three months.

But in the end, since I had no secrets from HIDE-san, I obviously did not want to lie to him.

When I told her so, she said, “That’s fine. I, too, think it’s better to properly tell HIDE-san about us,” showing her understanding even under these circumstances. After that, we decided to go meet HIDE-san together…

First, when I informed Shishô “There’s someone I want you to meet,” he said this to me:

“KUMA, for real? That’s a first. This is really great.”

After that, the conversation continued.

“Is it someone I know?”

“Uh… I think maybe you know her.”

When I told him who it was:

“Eh, really!? I’m happy for you, but is it okay? There’s a lot to consider, so you need to be careful. Because if you’re not, this could end badly.”

Even while he was happy about my first love, he still worried about me like that.

Actually, he was also very considerate when the time came to introduce her to him.

Going to HIDE-san’s apartment by car late at night, my heart beat hard with embarrassment as I felt as if I were to introduce my girlfriend to my parents.

When we rang the doorbell to his room, HIDE-san opened the door in his house coat. At that time, he usually wore sunglasses when among people and didn’t let them see his eyes, but this time he came out without them, wearing normal glasses instead.

“KUMA, have you been well? Come in, come in,” he said and let us through…

“Please, KUMA’s really always taking care of me. Well, he’s really been around for a long time… He’s a really good guy, so please take care of him,” he said to my girlfriend.

HIDE-san personally stood in the kitchen to make tea and all, but with everyone being so nervous and mindful of everyone else, the conversation didn’t get going…

Even so, HIDE-san treated us kindly like family without teasing us at all.

In the end, my girlfriend and I went our separate ways after that… In that time as well, when things didn’t go well due to various obstacles, HIDE-san was extremely kind.

In the heartbreak following my first love, when I was just sad and sad… I would call HIDE-san at five in the morning.

“Oh, what’s wrong?” he gently answered the phone. Even though it was a time busy with work, he listened silently to me talking while breaking down in tears without saying anything. At the end, he said, “KUMA, hold on. I’m here for you.” That really helped me and I was very grateful.

Speaking of gratitude, I am also grateful to that girlfriend from back then even now.

As a wonderful romance and a bittersweet experience, I still carry it in my heart today.

Chapter 3 Part 2

[hide-your-bugs-away]

A Dont Look Back edit I recall making three years ago amidst a migraine episode... COMFORT MOVIE!!! FAVORITE MOVIE!!! 🥹

Song: "Joe Blazey" by Dominic Fike