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More O' Medusa art!

Spoilers for Chapter 9 below the cut

(Couldn't decide which of the 2 I liked better)

Does anybody else find it a little funny how my art is either "aww how cute" or "haha wow that's depressing"? Because I definitely do

Anyway! @naffeclipse here's the gang

Other O’ Medusa art: First - Second - Third - Bad end - Fourth - Fifth - Sixth - Seventh - Eighth - Chapter 8 (1) - Chapter 8 (2) - Mer Gorgon man - Naga Gorgon man

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I missed drawing moondrop or things related to fnaf 😔🤙🏻✨️

Mi bb q esta bien loquito y medio emo JAJAJJA

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[heads up for a bit of eyestrain I guess]

Misool for PriDEMONth!

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I can’t take it!!! I can’t!!! I need Sun to sneak back into Nexus’ dimension, without Moon knowing. Finding Nexus in a wasteland miles wide, where the pretty forest used to be. Catching him at just the right time when he’s mellow enough not to attack immediately. Sun would bring a picnic. Not to convince him of anything, not to get forgiven then leave again. Just to be with Nexus. Maybe they play a card game, with Sun sometimes having to leave halfway through because the voices get too aggressive and Nexus starts to collapse on himself again. But, slowly, Nexus starts looking forward to Sun’s visits, and Sun can’t wait to go to Nexus’ peaceful dimension after the end of a long day. Every time Sun comes back, Nexus has something new he made. A grass doll. A clay pot. A basket made out of willow. Projects that took him weeks to make. Projects that he destroyed over and over in the name of the void when his frustrations got high. Sun brings more food, blankets. Nexus likes it best when he reads novels to him.

And then, Nexus slips. He’s hanging out with Sun, when he shows a picture of Daisy and Earth to him. He’s reminded of the afterlife, of Earth, of his fate to be stuck. here forever. And he gets mad. Furious, even. He screams, knocking over fir trees and smashing his projects into pieces. He stomps around, all claws and teeth and destruction. It lasts hours.

But, unlike before, Sun is still there. Untouched by Nexus’ rampage. Arms outstretched. And Nexus collapses into his touch and cries.

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Do you think sometimes Sun suddenly scared himself because he couldn't remember when Moon V2 started and when New Moon ended?

Do you think sometimes Sun wants to drag Moon to go to The Stressed house (just them trashing the house together) before he remembers it was His and Nexus thing and stop?

Do you think at night when he looked at Solar when they were watching tv together, he would have an ache inside his chest because he remembers someone also used to being there too? Watching TV and talking shit?

Do you think Sun becomes more and more cold and confident right now, is because he is too emotionally drained of everything? And he would have a burst of self hatred whenever he suddenly reminded himself that he has more blood of his siblings than anyone in his house?

Do you think Sun would want to call Earth to talk about Nexus because she and him and Solar are the only ones who still remember who Nexus was before stop because he doesn't want to make her sad again? That even if he missed Nexus dearly, he doesn't have anyone to talk to and he just keeps that misery inside his head until it dies out?

Do you think about how Sun never thinks of himself as a hero and how everything he wants just to fulfil the other? Even when they moved out, Sun doesn't actually have any idea about what his new house would be like. Just everyone wants and that's all okay....

Do you think about even if they leave this dimension, Nexus can always find Sun because they are linked? That the whole purpose of Nexus being alive again just to chase Sun?

I think in the same way the existence of Sun has ruined Nexus, the existence of Nexus has ruined Sun.

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[Emo Uncle Nexus au] Everything stays (1)

Sometimes, all you need is to become a little brave....

It starts with a lot of fighting and magic and wither energy, and ends with doomed siblings finally getting along somewhere.

The route to redemption arc for Nexus is always long and needs a lot of patience.

@sillyzone1209 see clown, I can make sweet things too

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[Emo Uncle Nexus Au] A stupidity wish.

If I only could

I'd make a deal with God

And I'd get Him to swap our places

Sometimes, Sun wonders what would happen if the one who goes insane was him.

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[Doomed siblings] His smile

Something something about Sun never actually said he loved Nexus when he was alive and says it a lot when Nexus has already long gone.

Why do I keep making myself cry over these silly goose, lol. I have issues 😔😔

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I made more💔

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Hey!! I read your sunshine station piece and it was awesome!!! I know you mentioned Moon briefly, is there a second part with him in it by chance? Thank you! Have a great day!

As a matter of fact...

"Evening, dozers. That was REO Speedwagon's 'Can't Fight This Feeling', a classic for the ages. We're all fighting for something, facing our own demons these days. Maybe you're juggling a schedule that just won't let you rest, maybe you're struggling to balance your home and work life, or your heart is trapped in a game that you can't seem to win, maybe...you're fighting to stay awake." 

Laughter pours from Moon's voice-box, hazy and quiet. "Whether you're toiling through a graveyard shift or just can't seem to lay your head to rest, I'm here for you. I'll be your voice through the dark, the bedtime story that puts your mind at ease, the friend who stays up with you all night."

Neon red illuminates the soundboard, drawing his focus to the familiar silhouette standing just outside the booth door. His copper cage heart ba-thumps in place.

"This next one goes out to those of you burning at both ends of the fuse,“ he continues. “These timeless flights might feel lonely, dozers, but I'll be here until you come back down. Here's 'Rocket Man.'"

He slides the Elton John track into place, smooth metal gliding over vinyl, and queues "Just the Two of Us" at its tail, granting him just under twelve minutes to stretch...at least, that's what he'll tell Eclipse.

Moon cracks the booth door open and peeks just outside of it, glancing around. "Bedbug?"

"Here," you call at his back. Watching him jump ought to be funny, but you can't help but find it endearing. "Sorry, didn't mean to spook you."

"You didn't," he lies, grinning from cheek to cheek. "What brings you here at this hour?" He nods towards the clock, its hands pointed accusingly at fifteen minutes past four in the morning. "Your shift doesn't start for another two hours. If you're here for Sun, he hasn't even come in ye—"

"I'm here for you." The words jump from your mouth like a sneeze, surprising both of you. "I mean— I-I'm here to bring you a coffee," you insist, thrusting the lidded paper cup towards him. Normally. "Eclipse asked me to. Since — since you've been working so hard lately."

Moon blinks at the cup strangely. He's still trying to calm the steam rushing through his vents when he reaches for it, not daring to look you in the eyes until his heart settles down. It isn’t every day that you – or anyone, really – wants to spend their time with him. Not when the brighter, louder, better Sun is always there to cast him in shadow.

He takes comfort in the warmth soaking through the cardboard sleeve when he takes it from you, lingering for only a socially acceptable length of time when his fingers brush against yours.

"Did he, now?" That telltale grin of his returns. His shoulder slumps against the door frame, all worries forgotten. "Well, that's very thoughtful. Maybe I should head down to his office and thank hi—"

"Don't!" Your protest is loud enough on its own to draw attention even without Moon ratting you out, and he is nothing if not amused by it. You clear the humiliation from your throat and try again. "It's just, you know how busy he is, a-and I'm sure he wouldn't appreciate being interrupted over something so trivial, you know? He doesn't even have to know I was here!"

Dopey laughter bubbles from his voice box. You wish he wouldn't look at you like that; like he's hanging on your every word.

"Couldn't sleep, could you, bedbug?"

Your stomach somersaults, pouring blood into your cheeks and heating your ears, and you stammer. "I— It's just that I was already in town, is all, a-and—"

"I don't think it's trivial." He brings the cup to his lips and takes a long, thoughtful sip, eyelashes resting against his cheeks as he indulges in the taste.

"You..huh?"

"The coffee." His gaze settles on you like fresh snow, quiet and slow. His smile could melt through even the coldest winters. "I don't think it's trivial," Moon echoes. "You made it just how I like it, too. Must have had to sneak past Eclipse to get to the break room, then again to bring it all the way here, to me. What's trivial about that?"

If your face gets any hotter you're going to catch fire right where you stand.

"It— it's nothing," you insist, struggling with where to put your hands now that you no longer have the cup to distract your twiddling thumbs. "So...does that mean you won't tell Eclipse?"

Moon looks past you, towards your collective boss's office, then strains his neck to see into his booth, noting the time that remains. He hums.

"Want to join me?"

The question startles you into a hiccup. "I'd love to, but..." you cast a glance over your shoulder, peering down the hall yourself as though you're expecting Eclipse to pour from his office any moment now. "After the 'stunt' Sun pulled yesterday — his words, not mine — Eclipse will have my things in a box by morning if I get caught in the booth again."

He pulls away from the wall, perfectly composed, and straightens the cardigan sleeve that had slipped from his shoulder. "That's a shame," he murmurs. "I'd have let you pick the next song."

"Wh— Really?"

"Mhm." Moon steps over the threshold and into his booth, hand reaching for the doorknob with purposeful delay. "Well, I have to get back to work." The door begins to shut. "Thank you for the coff— oh."

He doesn't bother stifling his chuckle as you dart beneath his outstretched arm and into the booth. If anything, he finds it all too charming for your liking.

"Change your mind after all?"

"I can't stay for long," you tell him, trying (and failing) to sound firm about it. "You...you aren't going to make me talk on air, are you?"

"'Course not, bedbug." He gets your chair for you like a gentleman, then easily slips into his own. "In fact, if you're to stay with me, I will need you to be very, very, quiet," he tells you, whispering the last part. "Can you do that for me?"

You take your seat with an eager nod, deciding against trusting your voice already.

"The records are in that basket," gestures Moon. He reaches just past you and plucks the vintage headphones from his desk, a spare set, and wordlessly fits them over your ears.

He unwinds a separate wire for himself — a device you have been enthusiastically banned from referring to as ‘the AUX cord’ — and plugs it into a port that sits directly behind his faceplate. You've since learned that the innovation was created to combat the issue of how to keep a pair of headphones on a face shape like theirs, but honestly, it just looks like a glorified earring.

"Ready?" He asks.

It's a trick question. His finger lands on the button before you have the chance to answer, and just as soon is his voice in your ears.

"Welcome back, dozers. You're listening to Starshine Station, and that was 'Just the Two of Us.' We've got more groovy tunes coming up here in a moment, but before that," and he taps the record basket again, returning your attention to the task at hand, "I want you to take a moment to come back to yourself. I know you're tired, you're exhausted, your mind is racing and you just want to unwind. Put your phone down, close your eyes, and breathe. I know it's silly — I know, I know — but place those worries aside and just be here, in this moment with me. Breathe in, take all of that stress, all of that weight you're carrying, and breath out. Let it go. You can pick it back up later, you can carry it again in the morning, but for now, set it down. Let it rest."

You draw a record from the basket and hand it over, smothering a yawn with your hand.

"Good, just like that," Moon purrs into the mic. "I hope you feel a little lighter after that, listeners. And if you're out on the roads right now, well, I hope you didn't listen to a single word I just said." His laughter threads through the radio waves like smooth jazz, every word curling around a smile. "Either way, thank you for letting me keep you company tonight. We've got more cozy classics ahead, so tune in and turn that dial to ten... here's 'Unchained Melody'."

When had he taken the record from you? One moment it was in your hands, and the next it was on air. So, too, do you feel on air — that is, lightweight and floating, all your troubles swept away by sixties pop and the unspoken lullaby of Moon's hand smoothing circles over your shoulders, hardly remembering when he even got there.

Your head lands on your arms, slumped against the desk.

You aren't going to sleep. You can't sleep. You still have to drive home and be back here again in an hour, well rested and ready for whatever demands Sun has for you that day, saying nothing of what will happen if Eclipse finds you here. You can't afford to rest your eyes for even a minute. Maybe you should have poured yourself a coffee, too.

"I hope the night is kind to you," says Moon.

His voice rolls over you like cool, ocean waves. He sounds so distant already. You can't remember the song ending, or the next one beginning, just the sound of his voice guiding you through the dark.

"This next one is very dear to me." His words breeze over you, disappearing into a hazy fog. "Wherever you are right now, whatever your situation, I hope you have someone special to hold close tonight."

Foreigner's "I Want to Know What Love Is," courses through your headphone speakers, but you aren't awake to hear it.

Moon unplugs himself from the soundboard just long enough to stand, shrugging off his wool cardigan. He stretches, arms raised above his head, exhausted steam whistling through his vents, stress marking every creak in his joints. Then he looks your way, and all the weight melts from his shoulders in an instant.

His cardigan drapes over your shoulders like a hug, still warm from his body. He brushes the hair from your eyes and lingers, selfishly this time, until the song comes to an end and he’s forced to pull away.

"Nighty night, bedbug," he whispers still. "Thanks for listening in."

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O' Medusa

Chapter 8: River and Steel

Gorgon!Eclipse x Reader

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Upon discovering a tablet from a high priest of the temple, you set out to read through the lines of someone who once worshiped the vanished goddess, all while avoiding your guilt in transgressing against your protector. Guilt, however, finds you, and a haunting mistake returns at the river's edge.

Word Count: ~11,900 Warnings: Anxiety, fear, panic, violence, blood, drowning, hypothermia, and death

My goodness, I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long to read this next chapter! I've very excited for it, and I'll let you get to it without further ado <3

Take note of the warnings and enjoy!

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Cont. from my last post 💜

…Making up for lost time. Moons words, not mine 👀

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it doesn’t have to be good it just has to be done

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[DRAFT] inspired by another one of my prompts (+a fake tweet I did :D) lol

Admittedly, I had no idea what a dad joke was until I searched it up...

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How it felt joining the selfship community

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