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Might as well toss this here and hope

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made the Daycare Attendant(s') outfits for ACNH

Sun 🌞

Moon 🌜

i did an irl cosplay of Moon earlier this month, and got really inspired to make their costumes in game.

i enjoyed making them, though it really made me wish you could make custom pants...

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Might as well toss this here and hope

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Might as well toss this here and hope

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Comic commission for @risitka >:) Love getting to draw a Nasty Dib daydreaming about shit that won't happen :D

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Eldritch Scritches

Everyone say ty daycare friend pickup for this drabble

First person POV, eldritchy mer moon x reader, a tiny bit of 'last day on earth' before 'the sacrifice' but its not for long and theres nothing too scary beyond Moon shenanigans. Very silly and indulgent, enjoy!

You quite literally signed up for this. The village was sad to see you go, but you had offered yourself up and no one could think of anything to say to convince you. Everyone knew this needed to be done, you were the only barrier between the things beyond and your home. 

Those who were rich enough left you all behind, desperately hoping to outrace the end of time itself, but this was your home and you were willing to do whatever you needed to stop it from coming to an end. 

The town wished you the best of luck, treasures and sweet treats to make what they assumed would be your last day as lovely as possible. When the sun set you set off towards the beach and the endless dock, the wood worn but surprisingly unrotted by the tide. The ocean grew quieter the further you walked out, it took a moment to realize the stars were blinking down at you. You would show them no fear, even if your heart was racing. 

When you reached the end you merely waited, glancing around for a toothy maw or an echoing voice. Instead the first thing you noticed was how black the ocean was, swelling not like a wave but as a mound. A spill of inky blackness pushed up through the water, little starry lights on its body winking and flickering as two larger ones opened. One red, one white. 

“Mortal.” The world whispered, no other sounds daring to cover the ancient voice. “What do you have to offer me?”

Tales of escaping death flicker through your mind, of Scheherazade and her many stories, of trading souls of crows and deer to quell death's hunger, even Sisyphus's tricks (even if they did bite him in the end). All of those ideas escaped your brain as your mouth opened. 

“I could give you some scritches.” The coil of blacky ink stopped moving for only the briefest flicker, the cool rush of air that slipped off his coils stilling. 

“What.” It asked, quiet and disbelieving. Your hands came up to where his probably-eyes shimmered, grabbing at the frigid air. 

“Y’know. Scratches. Pets.” With that he began to shift again, the eyes coming closer down, zeroed in on you alone. A god looking down at an ant. 

“You think me a pet?”

“Afraid you’d like it?” An ant with hubris apparently. The air hummed as it thought, the fabric of space itself splitting as rows of teeth shimmered in the moonlight. 

“You have one of your ‘hours’ to convince me this is a worthy sacrifice.” You have half a mind to make up some lie and say you can’t possibly touch him from here, but he coils again before you can think, the cold air that had been rushing your hair back suddenly turning as he shrinks down in on himself. His new form is more humanoid, with tendrils of that inky blackness instead of legs and a mouth far too wide. He grins, eyes red as the devil as his long arms come to rest on the dock. You don’t let him have the satisfaction of whatever line he's thinking up, instead you sit down on the worn wood and pat your lap. 

Like calling a cat.

An ancient terrifying kitty who only wants food and prey. 

Just like a cat actually. 

His grin waivers for a moment before shooting back up, the night sky warping behind him as he moves too fast to hover over you. Even when making himself small he still needed to be bigger than you. Go figure. 

“Hurry hurry.” He crackles, his head tilting at an unnatural angle. 

“Eager.” Your hand meets his jaw as you stretch up, feeling the way the flesh ripples under your touch. Like petting a waterbed, surprisingly not as chilly as the wind he had been pushing around, that was a boon. He stayed quiet as your fingertips rubbed careful circles, glad you cut your nails prior lest he think you were trying to harm him (you doubted he would let you anyhow). 

It took a moment to register what you were hearing, the chilling silence had been put away in favor of the normal sounds of night. The waves lapping at the beach far behind, the crickets even further, and the strangely comforting sound droning out of the body in front of you. 

Oh gods he was purring. 

His eyes that had slowly begun to shut opened to frown as you tried to suppress a smile, your other hand moving to cup his face. He shuddered beneath the little touches, leaning more and more of his weight into you until he literally fell into your lap. You snorted at the sudden intrusion, moving a hand instead up to his head to smooth it back. His hands clawed at the wood on either side of your legs, the purrs vibrating through your knees and legs. 

His head was devoid of hair, instead topped with another tentacle. Little wobbly yellowish spots occasionally opened to peer at your face, forcing you to stroke his head with single digits unless you wanted to poke one of them out and ruin any chance you had at saving the world. 

If they had told you it was this easy you might’ve actually let someone else do it instead.

Eventually your hands went back down onto the wood, the feeling of something not giving under you was both grounding and strange. The ancient one let out a louder rumble, then a louder one before popping up, glaring at you with the heat of a thousand volcanic vents. 

“Why have you stopped, mortal.” He hissed, getting as close to your face as he dared. 

“It’s been an hour, I figured I’d see if I’ve convinced you.” You were trying not to sound too cheeky, but he huffed and turned away anyways. 

“You have done… Well.” His grin grew again, one of his hands coming up to grip your leg. “However, that was not enough to put me to sleep for even a year. This token was hardly worth the day’s end. You have until tomorrow, then I will eat the whole world.” 

“I’ll see you tomorrow then.” You tugged away, dusting the splinters of wood off your legs as he watched. “Oh,” You turned, smiling as he straightened up a little under your eyes “They never told me your name.” His eyes tilted up at the question, his little tendril hat flickering about. 

“You will call me Moon.” 

“See you tomorrow then, Moon.” And with that you headed back towards the little town you called home. 

Days and, more importantly, nights passed like this for a long while. It seemed that Moon’s hunger wasn’t only for the world, but also for any form of affection he could get. Most nights he would rest his head in your lap and purr, clawing at the wooden safety of the dock. One night you decided to start bringing a blanket and were delighted when he started kneading it like biscuit dough. 

Little cat indeed. 

Sometimes you two would talk while you sat, he didn’t have a lot of experiences to talk about, but he seemed to like listening to you talk about your day. The goings on in your life, the shock of the town that he hadn’t eaten you or their world yet, what kind of treats you made for dinner. 

When you brought him a little pie he looked over the moon (ha), the cherry filling dripping down his hands would’ve looked a lot more terrifying if his ‘hat’ wasn’t wagging at 90 miles per hour. You made him wash the sticky mess before cuddling, and as a token for cleanliness you let him drag you into his lap. The vibrations from his mouth into the nape of your neck was ticklish, but not terrible enough that you regretted it. The little spines down his back curling into your fingers as though they were trying to snatch you up and hold you there forever. 

That was the first night you lost count of the time, staying almost two hours before you realized your mistake. 

“I don’t suppose you’ll let that count towards tomorrow?” Moon’s face scrunched more than you thought possible, making you giggle as you waved off the idea. “Guess not.”

The nights only seemed to grow longer from there, either by your own hand or by his (you suspected some nights he warped time to move just a little slower, but there was never any proof beyond his sly little grin and wiggling tendrils). 

“You fell asleep during our time little mortal.” He purred, his hand cupping your face as you tried your best to stay awake enough to hear. “You’ll owe me more time tomorrow.” You were too sleepy to argue (despite the fact he definitely knocked you over so you’d be laying down), nuzzling back into the blanket for five more minutes that stretched on for a bit longer than they should’ve. 

One night he was more riled up than you had ever seen, the ocean rolling as his tendrils kicked them up. He didn’t even straighten up when you called out to him, instead he seemed to pout even more.

“What’s wrong nighty?” Moon huffed, pulling you to the edge of the dock instead so he could keep kicking up the ocean (though notably the bubble around you two stayed calm). 

“The mortals have made a terrible treachery against me! After I have been so kind as to allow them into my waters!!” Ah yes, another hour in favor of him letting boats leave the harbor to look for more people. Your hands rubbed over his tendril hat, squeezing it back as it wrapped around your wrist. 

“Oh dear, what did they do this time.” Moon hissed, his fingers digging into the back of your shirt as he looked at you with an intensity that made your heart skip. 

“They have made noises at me.” Your brain fizzled out for a second before the giggles kicked in, Moon whining in indignation as he buried his face into your tummy. 

“Horrible! Cruel! Laughing at my pains! They make loud honkings at me like geese! After I was so kind!” 

“Aww poor baby, how could they honk at such a powerful thing?” 

“Terrible, laughing at my pain! You agree with their honkings!” 

“C’mon now, I’m sure they were just trying to get you out of the way. Maybe they were thanking you for not taking out your wrath on them?” Moon huffed, rubbing his face against your shirt. 

“A horrible offering. You owe me double for their treachery. 

“Alright, alright. Just for tonight.” 

It never was. 

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Happy aro week to everyone who just really like giving gifts and making your friends stupidly happy for no special reason (yes this was a valentine special. Yes this is platonic)

Bonus:

Friendly reminder to give all your friends love till they explode

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Smell like baby? Sound like baby? Is baby *yoink*

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No one saw me post this on the wrong account stfu

Anyways, new DCA au!! I saw this cute tiktok of this walking horror and a little girl being friends and I was inspired! I'm tagging it Cryptids and Baby AU until I think of something better :D Toddler Y/N gets themself lost in the woods, walking only deeper and deeper until they meet some friendly puppies! Sun(named by Y/N) comes across this little squeaky thing that doesn't smell or act like food, so decides it must be a baby and took it home. When he or Moon had a baby to lose is beyond him, but its a baby and its his now

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I made a dumb quiz if anyone wants to have a go at it

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Omg! Hi! Just ahhhhh! The way you draw the boys ( sun and moon ) give me light!! Thank you for blessing my day with sun swearing and that beautiful OC Kay!

Kisses 😘

Thank you for the kind message and giving me some more motivation to draw these two! XD Sun won't fall for the same trick from Kay again

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Hey Sun do you have a tongue?

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More Star Bench Discord doodles

What did Moon do? Wrong answers only

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ZADR KINK MEME 23

Hello, and welcome to the 2023 ZaDR Kink Meme! (18+ only, please!)

Wait- A What Meme? 

A kink meme is a fandom prompt event where anyone can anonymously submit prompt ideas to be anonymously (or not!) filled by anyone who’s inspired by it. An important note: not all of the prompts submitted to a kink meme have to be kinky, or even adult themed- we accept prompts and fills ranging from rated G to explicit.

Where is the event taking place? 

It’s running from Aug 10 to Dec 31- You can submit or fill your prompts over on the AO3 collection. If you don’t have an AO3 account, you can submit a prompt here on tumblr via our ask box (please make sure to switch to anon!), and we’ll post it with the appropriate tags for any interested writers and/or artists. When submitting a filled prompt, you can submit it here. Anything submitted through tumblr will be cross-posted to the AO3 collection and vice versa. If you fill a prompt on your personal blog, make sure to tag us so we can share it here! You can also use #zadrkmeme

So how does this prompt thing work?

Prompts can be anything zadr/zadf/zade related! They can be as specific or vague as the poster desires. As for filling prompts- length can be anything from a 100 word drabble to a multi chapter monster. Whatever you’ve got the inspiration and spoons to do!

You can submit or fill up to 10 prompts, but please only submit each prompt once. 

Remember to add any relevant DNWs (Do Not Wants) to your prompt if you have any specific triggers/squicks you want to avoid. Be mindful of other prompter’s DNWs when filling prompts as well.

For example: Zim and Dib go on a honeymoon to a water planet. It’s not polluted so Dib can teach Zim to swim. Bonus points for a scene with Zim in water wings. DNW watersports pls

Please be aware you’re not guaranteed to have all of your prompts filled. That’s the nature of voluntary events. On the flipside, if you see a prompt that catches your interest but has already been filled, you can fill it again. There’s no limit to the number of times a prompt can be filled. (And yes, you can even fill your own prompt if you like lol) 

In the spirit of the old-timey Kink Memes of yore, this event is anonymous. This means that all prompts, claims, and fills will be 100% anonymous, unless you choose to announce elsewhere that the prompt, fill, or claim is yours. Whether you wish to remain anonymous or publicly claim your prompt or fill is entirely up to you, and both ways of interacting with the Kink Meme are encouraged. 

If you’d prefer to post your fill under your username or a pseud, simply post as normal on AO3 or tumblr. If posting on AO3, please put a note in your work summary that the fic is a fill for the Kink Meme and link back to our collection in the author notes, and we’ll be sure to add your fic to the Fill Masterpost on our tumblr. If we accidentally miss your fill, just shoot us an ask over on tumblr, but we’ll do our best to keep an eye out. 

While the event will largely be run on AO3, we will keep an up to date masterlist of unfilled and filled prompts over on our tumblr, so make sure to check in with both regularly to keep up to date. 

The event will close on the 31st of December at midnight GMT. Though late fills will be accepted, you will have to post them on your own AO3 or Tumblr as the collection will be closed. You can still post anonymously on AO3, but you’ll need to go through the steps to publish work using the Anonymous collection if you wish to remain on anon. Once posted, just follow the above steps to let us know your fill has been posted and we’ll do the rest.  

Some hard rules

Absolutely no depictions of racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, or any form of targeted harassment.

Any canon age/underage depictions of Zim and Dib (or any other characters depicted as minors) are to be strictly rated G. Nothing spicier than holding hands or a kiss on the cheek. If the prompt or fill wouldn’t fly in a Disney show, it won’t fly in this event either. 

Be kind, be considerate, and be respectful. Tag your submissions appropriately so anyone who doesn’t want to see certain types of content can easily avoid it. And the flipside- if you see a prompt or fill that you dislike, simply don’t engage with it. Kinks are strange little beasts and can be squirm-inducing in people who don’t share them, but are overall harmless. If you come across a prompt for, for example, a loving description of sucking toes, and that’s not your thing, just scroll on by. There will be other prompts more to your tastes. Unless there is an issue with the tags, then please reach out to us to let us know. 

The event organizers hold the right to not share or reblog prompts or submissions that we feel goes against the rules, and block users who engage in harassment. 

And, most importantly, have fun!

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OKAY THESE ARE DEFINITELY THE LAST ONES FOR TONIGHT

WOE, INTIMATE SUN BE UPON YE

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some friends gave me the voice prompt of affirmations @ the listener from sun and moon, so if you love these two as much as I do, and would like to hear some kind words from them, do give it a listen and a share so others can hear some kind words also <3

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If you're reading this...

go write three sentences on your current writing project.