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sun, knowing EXACTLY what he's doing but playing oblivious because he likes to see you fluster: oh my, friend. you're really red! are you sick? huh? huh??? rest a while! we can cuddle and watch videos on your phone until you feel better ^^

moon, no idea what he's doing but pretending he does, immediately after pretending to throw y/n from the balcony: ohh you want me so bad!!! you wanna kiss me silly sloppy style, huh? hehehehe! you wanna get smooched sssso so bad- wait no why are you angry (<-genuinely thinks scaring them is flirting)

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Reblog to hug prev poster (they need a hug)

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Look at the vulnerability of being seen, seen, seen! You'll be fooled by the real deal! My annoying arrhythmic heartbeat Praise has no meaning anymore Fake charisma, yeah, yeah, yeah! If you look to hard into reality You'll go blind! Alright, that's a bit much.

Moon as Miku from Mesmerizer by 32ki! (Warning for flashing images)

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daytime shenanigans !

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domestic au but Sun won't stop causing petty squabbles with the neighbors (taking up both washing machines and not coming to get your clothes is apartment rulebreaking. and just rude!!)

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scientist YN is the big red button labeled "do not push" and Sun presses it anyways /j

i absolutely adore the cookiness of this AU by the way, it is a fabulous meal seeing the unhinged scientist popping onto the dash ^^!

YN's anger is sort of like a hissing kitten to Sun. He knows they won't do anything to him or Moon, and he knows them well enough after a few weeks to know when he's pushed too far and what their sore spots are. And that their response to being flustered is to start shouting and Sun finds that endlessly endearing lol of Course he's going to push the button!

Im glad you like my au, it means a lot! ^^ I am nothing if not a sucker for a good mad scientist (and clowns, hence the circus backstory lol) and I wanted to play around with a YN who maybe makes our boys worse instead of the usual dynamics I tend to see

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He was just so scared.

From this chapter of Pluck My Heartstrings

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hes so pathetic it attracts dangerous individuals like a light does moths

@venomous-qwille

sol be like

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Creepy motherfucker<3<3

One impulse purchase later-

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wanted to sketch what he'd look like in Retrograde Proxy but then didnt know if it looked better fill in... the void monsters are all supposed to be outlines only, bc they aren't physical, but he's a sun so.. maybe i'll draw him in a normal light setting later.

retrograde proxy sun idea

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Stone guardians! (Gargoyle idea?) of the DCA's

Just a pair of living status meet a strange intruder, for once in a long long time

The scruffiest creature

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One impulse purchase later-

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Hi ! I completely forgot to show you the Sun)I'm finishing the stand now and I'm going to start sculpting the Moon)

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Hey Y/N I think you broke him

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poster time! finally I got some inspiration to actually fully render something lol, I'm pretty happy with it if I do say so myself! ^^

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Not so different after all

I wanted to explore Moon's relationship with mad scientist! Y/n a bit, so I wrote this drabble! It's the first piece of non-academic writing I've shared since middle school, so be kind lol

length- 585 words

warnings- vague descriptions of bodies and dismemberment (yn is taking organs out of a cadaver to preserve them, its not graphic but viewer discretion is advised)

Sun had asked you, once, how you could stomach the dirty work of your experiments. ‘The body is just meat,’ you had responded, elbow deep in a cadaver, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. As if it were perfectly normal for humans to rifle through their own for spare parts. As if you had not been shunned from your peers for this exact transgression. 

Moon wasn’t squeamish. The opening of a body so unlike his own did not unsettle him in the way it unsettled Sun. No, it wasn’t the blood, viscera, or decay that made him feel like this, like everything was wound too tight, grating and wrong.

It was you.

And watching you preserve your latest specimen (another failure, not that you would let that stop you), he could hold his tongue no longer.

“Easy. They’re all hypocrites.” The accusation is harsh and sharp on your tongue. “Did you know they had us dissecting pigs in medical school but not once did we ever oversee a human dissection? Sure the anatomy transfers decently enough, but how were we supposed to treat human patients never learning from humans? What makes our bodies worthy of preserving over pigs? That we figured out pants first?”

“How are you ok with this,” he does not gesture to the human brain currently soaking in formaldehyde, “when everyone tells you it is wrong?”

The disgust in your voice is evident. Moon had always appreciated that about you, your complete inability to mask your emotions- or was it just a lack of interest? It did not help him in deciphering you in this moment. 

You continue on, either unaware of your rambling or used to his lack of response. “I mean really, who do they think they are?-” 

Moon tuned you out. He'd heard this rant plenty of times before. Nothing about your sworn vengeance on and superiority over those who wronged you would help explain why you made him so confused. 

Why your flippant treatment of bodies reminded him of the circus’s repair tent.

You were still talking, never once stopping your task of preparing various organs for preservation. Ever quick and methodical, your hands never stopped moving. “-ean, really, the body is just a machine!” you huff, dropping the heart into a jar like it had offended you.

“...a machine,” he parrots. You remain unaware of how his eyes bore holes into the back of your head.

“Exactly! One that I will take apart and master!” Your easy confidence about such grim matters unsettles many, used to unsettle him. He crosses the laboratory with two long steps and leans over you, observing your work more closely. A body lies cold and empty on the metal gurney, its innards laid out in jars across your desk. You’ve moved on to labeling now, penning down notes in a shorthand he’s yet to decipher. The silence is… comfortable, broken only by your pen scratchings and the quiet ticking of Moon’s internal clockwork. 

You look back at him only once, a questioning but otherwise blank stare, before returning to your work. Not displeased, at least.

He continues watching as you finish labeling and move to writing in that same shorthand in a journal. He doesn’t know if you would explain it to him if he asked, so he doesn’t. He just continues to watch. And as the sun sinks in the sky, he slinks away and activates the electric lights for you before returning to his perch.

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Summer Sun and Winter Moon

Wooden guardians of the woods

Its a summer and winter solstice dca design