#moon is a softie

[nexerist]

Heyyyyy, so I got into writing since work hasn't given me time to actually work on my art. It will soon be resolved in a few weeks, then back to posting more often. I am making a comic again and almost done with it so I don't promise projects that won't come.

Enough about me, and let's get to you! This is a thunderstorm comfort I wrote a while back on AO3 and forgot to post it here. My collection is called Nebula Kisses. This one-shot can be seen as platonic or romantic, next one is more on the romance side but still can be platonic if you wish. But so I don't clog your feed, I'll post the next chapter tomorrow or later but within the week!

I also apologize for the weird formatting, this was written on my phone during the time so I don't have the fancy indents or proper grammar check.

Thank you for sticking around with my inconsistencies, I wish I had more time.

So much love,

Nexi

Breath |Sun/Moon x Scared!Reader|

[Power had gone out, leaving Sun and Moon to look for you in the dark. However, you are absolutely horrified of thunderstorms.]

The daycare was lit up during the town wide blackout. The rumbling generators along with the constant loop of the daycare music, Sunnydrop was busy awaiting got his favorite visitor. Who might that be, well none other than the security guard who is ordered to look out for the lobby, green rooms, and of course, the daycare. Y/N is what they call themselves, which Sunny really liked that when they mentioned it to him, he walked around repeating it like a song.

But they were late, a half hour late. He taps his foot impatiently, he checks the attendance and sees that they did clock in. What were they doing? Did they get lost? It's impossible to miss his big daycare! Surely you didn't forget either, his lovely face was everywhere, that had to remind you to check on him.

A quiet rumble of the storm outside rang through the building. According to the weather, it was going to be a rough and long storm ahead. Heard it was going to last until morning.

Sun, getting impatient, decided to look for them himself. Feeling confident, he takes his long strides to the daycare door, his hand reaching for the door knob. He felt himself pause for just a moment. He hasn't really left daycare, not that he can't leave, but it was risky. Last time he left was to take care of that rulebreaker and set up some banned signs around Kids Cove, but that was the furthest he went in a very long time. Sun was still very angry about it, but it did reopen the daycare after Freddy left. So maybe he should forgive him? Nah, he needs to apologize first.

Sun shakes his head, he was getting off track. He opens the daycare door, mind back on his mission. To find his Starshine. He takes his long strides, making sure to stay near the light and flashing signs. The easy part was now over as he got to the entrance door that faced the slide back into his daycare.

As soon as he opened the door with great confidence, he saw that is was pitch black. Maybe his friend did get lost, with this darkness and no flashlight, it would be nearly impossible to find him! Not taking into consideration of muscle and location memory. He felt Moon stirring from inside.

“Moon, sorry to wake you up from your nap. Our dear friend is missing and I had hope to do it myself! But uh... Looks like I can't do much.” He spoke aloud. Silence rang through his head, awaiting for his alter ego to speak.

Moon was recently having a fit, and not talking. This happened since Eclipse disappeared into the arcade cabinet when he was playing that discount floppy bird game. Moon had tried to get him out by playing the game, but something happened to him too. He became mostly unresponsive, giving out short phrases or sentences.

Sun would hear his alter giggle, which relieved Sun that Moon was at least in a good mood. Sun takes in a false breath of courage and walked into the dark. If he could close his eyes, he would've. The familiar pain in his face shocked through him, making him grab at it. He feels his rays click into his head on at a time, unlocking his chest compartment which his infamous hat was held in. It started from his fingers, the oranges and silver turned to white and blue.

Sun felt himself pull back and release control. He now stood outside and watched Moon take his hat and place it up on his head. Moon crouched down and stretches his legs, then start crawling on the floor towards the wall. Sun, not wanting to be alone, would do his best to follow.

“Little Star has gone missing.” Is what Moon would say before climbing up the wall and opening a vent to crawl through. He started to giggle and cackle, it echoing through the building and alerting that Moon was out early. The glamrocks retreating to their green rooms as to not go to parts and services.

*×*×*×*×*×*

You had entered the building on time, rarely ever late. Today has been storming hard, the rain pattering hard on the glass of the lobby entrance. Things were up and normal, doing your normal tasks. Checked stock, picked up any lost and found items to either throw away or await for the owner to come in the next day to pick it up. As you head into lost and found, that was when you heard it. It started as a small rumble before the sky roared a building shaking thunder, knocking the power out.

You have always been afraid of thunder since you were young. Not that you could explain it to anyone without the fear of being made fun of for a childish fear. It wasn't childish to you, it was real, the sense of dread and fear that paralyzed you proved it. You drop to the floor, staying as close to the ground as you could. If you could just find your flashlight, you had to crawl around a bit to then heard another rumble.

It took your breath away, your hands shaking as you retrieve the flashlight. Trying to find some solace in the light, you put your thumb on the switch and pushed up. Click. Click-click. Nothing. The flashlight, so cheap that it doesn't even last a hour with full charge, was dead and the charging stations were down. You were in the dark, the loud storm rattling the outside shutter doors, making it very loud and overwhelming.

You grab a blanket from the shelf and put it over you and your head. It just felt safer when surrounded by the soft fabric. Peaking through the opening, you hesitantly get on your feet again. You still had a job to do, but it was going to be slower. You would like your paycheck still and you knew how stingy the company was, taking your panic and finding a way to no pay you.

You would manage to get out of lost and found in the dark. On your way out, a little glow in the dark Monty was resting in a stroller. It must've been left behind but picking it up, it still had its tag and security pin. Rather, someone tried to steal it. It did produce light, enough to get around at least. However, these toys don't glow in the dark for too long. Got maybe, a solid twenty minutes? It's been dark for five, so fifteen. You did your best to scamper to the green rooms and peak around.

You arrive and you see the famous glamrocks interacting with each other. Monty with Roxy and Chica, heading back towards their respective rooms. Monty had taken over as temporary lead as they remade a new Freddy. They did have to use the scraped Mr. Hippo glamrock to fill the fourth spot. Your train of thought was cut off as another loud crash of thunder rang through the building. You huddle against a corner and put the blanket over your head again.

“Why... Why now... Why can't you come when it was after work...” You mutter as you croutch down and felt tears prick your eyes. Another crash finally made you crack, you try to hold back your tears but they started to stream down your face. All you felt was dread, paralyzing fear that. You wanted to scream in fear but that would reveal your fear. You try to be fearless, not let anything bother you. When you first met Sun and Moon, they were rather surprised that you approached them. You had a fascination with how they acted and looked. It was endearing, when you took the time to watch them and interact that even under their rough attitude and words, they were lonely.

Lonely.

Another crash, you were shaking and on the ground. Hands over your ears and a quiet sobbing from your blanket shell. You were too scared to notice the vent opening and the giggling of a certain jester. One with the Moon rather than the sun. The jester made his round, single red eye darting around to find something. Then he hears the sobbing, unfamiliar to his sensors. Crawling over, he finds the shaking blanket of which the sobbing came from. When he lifted the blanket that was when he saw you. Your glow in the dark Monty plush was almost out of glow, leaving you in almost pure darkness.

Moon was all you saw now, his eye lit up the small space. He tilts his head in confusion.

“Why is Little Star hiding? No monsters are here, just Moon” He spoke, unsure to react to the crying. You quickly wipe your face and sniffle, putting up your strong front.

“Cause uhh, I was playing a game..?” You made it sound more like a question than an answer. Of course, it was a lie, so Moon leaned closer.

“Then why cry? Liar, liar I hate liars. Speak truth.” Moon wipes a tear from your cheek. But as you go to answer, the loudest crash of thunder lands. It shook the building again, making the lights flicker and power back off. You yelp and cling onto Moon. You try to get as close as you could, fingers slipping a tad just for you to scramble to get your grip. You breathing escalated and felt the verge of hyperventilation. You weren't expecting anything from Moon, never was the touchy one unlike Sun who couldn't stop having tiny touches and bumps.

But you then felt mechanical arms wrap around you. He sat down and pulled you onto his lap, cradling you close to him. He gently rocks back and fourth, winding his broken chest music box. He was taking nap time protocol with some modifications. His broken music box plays a soft tune, though in some places it wobbled.

“Breathe. Deep breaths. It will be okay..” Moon whispers. You try to follow his instructions, still freaking out. Your shaking breath and hiccups try to find a rhythm. Moon rests his blue hand and rubs gently up and down your back. It was slow. “Breathe in..” He whispers, his hand gliding up slowly, helping you follow. You take a shuttering breath in, slow like his hand. It stops, in which you held your breath. “Breathe out...” His hand runs back down and you sigh out. It was then looped

Moon would then carry you, you holding onto him with your legs around his thin waist, him with a arm under you and one on your back to keep the rhythm going. He adjusted the blanket to keep it over your head.

He arrives back to the door of the daycare, avoiding the light, he hooked his arm around the wall to find the light switch to turn off the lights. He finds it and flicks it off, hearing the buzzing electricity stop. He peeks in to make sure and then walks in. He takes the long way around and gets inside the daycare. He would have the fly hook attach to his back and he glides over to his and Sun's tower.

“... Moon..? Why are we here..?” You asked, hearing the rumble again and wincing at the noise. Moon would hold you close as he goes back to crawling. He crawls through a small hole off to the side and see that it was a small hiding place. There was boxes, drawings, a mattress with a few pillows. There was also an arcade cabinet in the corner with the screen busted.

“Hide away, storm won't follow here.. Safe here..” He crawls onto the mattress and lays you next to him. The rumbles of the storms were dampened, making it barely audible. With the help of Moon's music box as well, he pets your head.

“... Thank you.” You mumble out, only for Moon respond with a fake click of his tongue. He giggled a bit and curled up around you, his legs are under yours, making you rest yours on top of his. You both cuddle up under the blanket, Moon rubbing your back to keep the deep breath rhythm.

A very loud roar of the sky fills the room, and you both tense up and huddle. A few more tears fall and Moon quickly wipes them away. It was the first time you would ever see Moon have a slight shake in his hand. He was afraid too, of thunder and storms. He was able to repress his fear as his tip top priority was to make sure you were okay first. But he felt as if he needed to keep up this false confidence that you could remain calm.

You mimic his movements, running your hand on his back in a soothing motion.

“Breathe...” You both say at the same time. You get as close as you two could and comforted each other. Moon pecks the top of your head. He felt safe with you, and you felt safe with him. For someone as reclusive as Moon, this was a good bonding experience that neither of you would forget.

[betweenblackberrybranches]

Hanahaki comic part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Ah well they got their feelings out... now they should really have a long talk.

Sun and Moons flowers are still growing eventhough they confessed.. curious huh?

Well and the daycare is just fully trashed after their freak out... luckily y/n found them at the tail end of it or this could have gotten an absolutly heartbreaking route...

[piowasthere]

follow up to the priv post

i don't have much to say, i love the way this turned out tbh

so yeah, new designs, i might make smth w/ them who knows

[acidbathart]

Moon gets a gift during arts and crafts!

[bloo-the-dragon]

I just saw the ask of blood moon, giving off vampire energy, and as a miitopia player, I raise you a complete different job vibe.

Blood moon gives off airhead/energetic, imp energy.

This one gets it

[toucheholland23]

Some cute magma doods that i rrly liked 🙌🩷

[cheapbourbon]

‘It doesn’t fucking snow in Luxor’ was the working title for this. Really it just entertains me that of the three of them, only Jake is comfortable in the snow, Khonshu and Badr would be miserable. 🤣

Bonus PNG sexy pidgin for all your bird dad needs.

[sugar-konpeito]

Instagram story comic (I was thinking about how in one of his image songs, Mamoru mentions writing about sailor moon is in his diary. HE’S SENSITIVE OK!!!!!)

Edit: This image song is from the anime and this drawing is based on their anime versions. No hating on the anime in the comments. (I don’t like manga Mamoru all too much.)

[visionthefox]

ya know, I loovee seeying how people draw moon, how they view them, how diferent and similar he can be to many artist! I adore that sooo much!! yet I also cant help but feel a bit sad to the boyo.. I trully dont believe he is a bad guy!.. I totally see why the game made Moon is the harder one to beat, he is the tutorial as to show how one can beat the others robots, that the player can in fact do things around the plex! yet I believe he is a softie! a silly dude! someone that, just like Sun, is stricts on rules! but after getting infected, this "strict on rules" became a "scary strict" , the fact he is really focus on you, player, to sleep is because is WAY too late to be around! :C that raspy voice? while creepy when he is cheasing you, I also imagine is was a way he could sound eepy but funny! imagine him telling a story with a less raspy soft voice? his real voice! and because I believe in the idea that both worked in the teather, maybe Moonie played the "bad guy" kinda like roxanne is this "badass wolf" but is also a sweetheart! I see him being this dancer, who will play tag and those he gets must get comfy in bed-- I see him being so patient with the little ones, despite his looks (I imagine the red leds are part of his desing , as his plushie has a red eye, and not part of the virus) because just-- look at this!

mah boy is just silly silly! and a softie! thats is, that all I wanted to say, I know some ppl do see him as a softie too, but I dont find many fanart of softie moonie often.. (and I need to make more fan art like daaat) also I see him like roxy, while in main game she is mean to us, in ruin we see who she actually is! imagine the same on him! also I know in ruin he is more.. violent- but you wouldnt be if suddently you see a rulebreaker, and then your home catch fire, while you are forced to be this worst side of you? I see Moon growing more violent like monty, and roxy or chica! but being actually a softie like the rest! also I see Sun is infected too, that dude sounds desperate and too stress out to be normal..)

[luke-o-lophus]

Reborn a Blessing

Summary: Marc has had a lifetime of miserable birthdays. This year, with you, he dares ask for a gift. For a retelling of terrible memories. Sweet smutty-smut ensues. Sequel to Born a Crime but can be read independently.

Marc Spector/female Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+, minors DNI. sub!Marc. Collars, use of belt but no pain play. A bit of praise kink and body worship. Sweet lovemaking. Fluffy with a subtext of canon past trauma.

His birthday evening with you. Marc hasn't made any plans, or mentioned it at all today. You know better than to throw him a surprise, still it hasn't boded well with you that he not celebrate at all. So you've tried to subtly pepper in things he likes all through the day. You had ordered takeout like you do every Sunday lunch, but you had made a dessert at home that "you had seen a recipe online and wanted to try out". You wear the soft blue dress that always has Marc looking doe-eyed at you. You give him soft pecks throughout the day because 'dunno I feel like it'. Marc knows of course, but he deeply appreciates it. He's relieved that you both are trying to keep the pretense up, dancing this little dance of feigning innocence. He knows you want to get him a gift, not maybe an object but do something at least. It's how you express love, and god, you seemed to have so much of that to give. So by evening when you have become unusually clingy, the three glasses of wine have made your skin beautifully warm, he dares ask for something.

He asks for a kiss. It's a silent question, hand cupping your cheek and thumb tracing the edge of your lip. He glances between that and your eyes and you comply immediately, eagerly. You swoop in, fingers slithering in his curls. He doesn't move, just tilting his chin up to press his lips closer. It's a silent request for you to take care of him, you know. But then he does the unthinkable; he pulls back and whispers to you, "Can I ask for something?"

"Of course", you respond. "Anything." At that word, there's a small quiver over his brows, an emotion you can't quite place. He leads you to your bedroom, you trailing behind him. He walks you to his wardrobe, hand still holding yours, and pulls out a belt. You stare at the brown piece of leather, silver buckle glittering golden from the yellow light pouring in from the living room. You squeeze his hand tight, looking up with wide eyes. "Are you sure?", you ask earnestly. He gently wrenches his hand away and hands you the belt, his face relaxed, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Yeah", is his short answer. You grab the belt; you know what he wants. You've done it once before but never on this day. "Is it too much? I get it if..", he is quick to gauge your nerves. "No...god, no", you stop him there, eager to please. "But...I'll need a kiss first."

With an almost dopey smile he leans down and kisses you, holding your face tenderly, tongue slipping out and giving a quick swipe. Then he sinks to his knees before you and looks up expectantly. Your mouth fall open at the sight. He's holding his head up, neck prone and so vulnerable. "I'm going to take such good care of you", you almost purr out, reaching down and stretching out the belt in your hands. "You remember your safewords?"

He nods, "Green, yellow, red." A soft kiss is placed on his cheek and a soft "Good boy" uttered in your throaty voice. Then you loop the cool leather around his neck and buckle it up in a makeshift collar. You'd made sure it be loose enough for one finger to slip in. His eyes close at the sensation and you let him get used to it, kissing the exposed base of his neck, suckling the spot that made him become putty in your arms. He takes it willingly, unmoving. You're unbuttoning his shirt as you lick and soothe the reddening spot, your hands splaying all over his chest and back as soon as enough skin is exposed. Your nails rake up the warm brown skin of his sides as you capture his lips again, one hand grabbing the loose end of the belt to keep his head in position. When you part you're pulling him up by the belt. He quickly scrambles to his feet, eyes latched to yours, taking steps almost in a trance as you walk backwards to the nearest wall. Positioning his back to it, you cage him in with your smaller form. "I need you to touch yourself, can you do that?", you ask sweetly, twisting the belt in your hand and making it ever so slightly tighter. He answers by reaching down and pulling his pants down past his hips, letting out a soft groan as his hardening member feels the chill of the night air. "Yeah, don't hold that sweet voice in", you encourage him as he begins to stroke himself. Your own hands palm his firm chest, nails dragging and pinching his sensitive nipples. He is soon panting before you, and you haven't even touched him there yet. "Stop", you order gently and he does, his lips almost pouting in obvious reluctance. "Turn around."

A shiver passes through his form at that command, and you know you're pushing against some limit. But he complies, turning and resting his cheek to the wall, and he even lets you pull his hands away and place them alongside his head. His back is sensitive you know, both literally and figuratively. There are many silvery tendrils of scarred flesh on its broad expanse, testament to the wringer he'd been put through life. "You're so beautiful", you croon into his neck, feeling a whimper almost bubble out of his lips. Then you're drawing fingers down the presented flesh, one hand still holding up the belt. Your lips kiss and lick at every scar you find while you very gently grind into his backside. Soon he's groaning again under every light touch, every wet kitten-lick you inflict on his reactive body. Seeing him melting like this always gets you going. By the time you work down to the curve of his ass, you have to stop yourself from moaning and rubbing your thighs together; tonight isn't about you. Because of the angle when you're down there, the grip on the belt has him arched backwards in a delicious way. The leather must be digging into his skin, but he is too lost in the sparks of gorgeous sensations to give a flying fuck about it. "Please", he begs then, his dick weeping beads of precum. "Of course", you soothe immediately. "Do you want to cum, love?" "Yes... please", he moans out.

"And how do you want me to make you cum, love? Drain every drop of you with my cunt...or do you want my mouth tonight?", you almost hum into his ear, standing up again. Marc didn't know something so filthy can be said with such love, and his back arches in response. "Wanna be inside you so bad, baby", he gasps. You nip his earlobe in response,"So shall be it." You pull him off the wall by the belt again, walking to the bed and pushing him towards it. He stumbles a step then falls backwards onto the soft sheets. Never once do his eyes leave you and your knees almost buckle at the sheer trust he is placing on you. You take a moment to admire the view. Marc's upper body laid on the bed, heaving chest glistening with a sheen of sweat. The belt-collar still looked loose enough, and you have to bite your lips at the sheer gorgeousness that was Marc Spector. "Sit up and move back", you urge. Somehow he looks even more hot when he does, pants fallen off and fully nude, leaning against the headrest and eyes begging for release. You reach under your dress and remove your panties. Crawling up to him, you gently coax his thighs to part a bit. Reclaiming your grasp on the belt, you position yourself over him.

"W-wait", he gasps suddenly. You stop in reflex, let the belt go and ask,"Colour, Marc?"

"Green, very green", he swallows, clearly trying hard to not rut into you. "But you...you haven't..." You're not prepped, he worries. He always worries. "I can, sweetie...may I...?", you assure him. He nods then, his hands snaking underneath your dress to hold your sides. You capture his lips in a kiss and start to sink yourself on him. His whimpers into your mouth are exquisite, but maybe he is right about you needing more prep. Somewhat wet as you are, Marc's thick length is splitting you in half when you're all the way in. It takes all of your focus to not let pained gasps escape you. You kiss him earnestly to chase the sting away, and you feel Marc reach down to your folds and start rolling your nub with the pad of his fingers. You're grateful for how well he knows your body, torturous as it must be to be sheathed in your tight heat with no movement. It takes you much longer than usual to adjust to him, and he's patiently playing with your clit all the while. You pull back from the kiss with almost apologetic eyes but his cheeks are flushed and eyes too glazed over to care. Tightening your hold on the belt, you start moving. Wet squelches fill the silence, accompanied by moans and whimpers from the both of you. As the pace increases, his hands come back to your sides, helping you be in place and ride him to his orgasm, his head thrown back beautifully and chants of your name leaving his kiss-swollen lips. His grip on you tenses suddenly as he reaches the peak, and with a few encouraging words from you, he lets go with a broken cry. You ride him through his orgasm, kissing his shoulder and soothing his chest as you feel the last shivers pass through his body. Then you're pulling your hips up with a wince and quickly unclasping the buckle, anxiously tracing his neck for any signs of pain. "Easy, easy", he soothes, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips. "I'm good, nothing hurts. That was ...amazing." He brushes his lips on your knuckles and mutters,"Best birthday ever." You chuckle at him finally acknowledging it's his birthday, slumping against his form and wrapping around him like a koala. You lay like that for a bit, then Marc suddenly sits up with a start,"You..you didn't finish" You blink at him, shrugging,"Wasn't trying to, wanted you to feel good...it's okay"

"No the fuck it's not", he almost whines. Then his eyes are dancing with something deliciously wicked, and he thumbs the collar of your dress, drawling in a heady voice,"I think it's time for your return gift, baby." It's your turn to blush and sputter, warmth coursing through your body at the tone. "You're a fucking blessing, Marc Spector", you croon as his fingers reach for your folds again.

[ghouljams]

Ugggghhhh about get super cheesy and shit

I love the way you write. The way all of these people are also me, that I can see some aspect of myself within them. Love is a character that I adore but is also me. So does that mean I adore that part of me? Maybe???

Moon is standoffish, refusing to accept love because she was hurt in the past and doesn't know if Soap is joking about wanting her. But Soap does! And she wants him in return! I am also like that. I must be impossible to love and cherish but please try, try your best to love me and don't give up if I'm being a bit rude.

And Witch, growing up taking care of my little sister and having to carry the expectations my parents had so they didn't push them onto her. Trying to figure out how to let myself just be instead of trying to push myself for expectations that I didn't put there and not to worry over everyone else when I need to focus on myself.

Thank you for writing all of these characters that are their own characters but also me in such a devastating way

Waaaaaaaaves

We adore the characters and their faults, and thus prove that we can love those faults in ourselves. All the parts we think are so hard to love are easier to adore in other people, easier to see the silver linings of. It's always too close when it's your own self in the mirror, but a character? That's easier.

Love is the character I created to love the parts of myself I think make me hard to love, or at least that parts I think make me off-putting. And I think that's the best part of 2nd person POV. The "you" that has all the "flaws" you see in yourself is still so loved and cared for, not in spite of but because of those things. Just like you! You're easier to love than you think you are, and I know that because I'm your friend and I love you <3

I hope I can keep writing characters that make you super cheesy. Mwah.

[bam-stroker]

[foxilayde]

Imagine getting up early on Nathan Bateman’s birthday to make him breakfast.

It’s early af and you’re getting everything prepped to make him crêpes and he comes into the kitchen all bleary eyed like “wtf are you doing honey?” Surveying the messy kitchen.

You tell him to go back to bed bc you were gunna make him breakfast. And he grabs you from behind, nuzzles into your neck sleepily, kisses your robed shoulder, “Kyoko can make it.” And then you get in a tiny giggling argument over who he thinks is the better cook “me or Kyoko?”.

Nathan sighs like he just realized he’s not going back to sleep anytime soon. “Baby. She’s a fucking algorithm. She’s the greatest chef in the world times a thousand.”

“Nathan that is so rude!”

“Rude? Honey. Please. It’s 5am. Come back to bed. Baby, please. Hey, what’s the problem?”

“There’s nothing I can give you today that you can’t already do or get for yourself!”

“Baby that’s not true, you give me the biggest pounding headaches I’ve ever had. Promise. Now, bed.”

“It’s your birthday and I’m trying to do something nice…”

“Oh shit, you’re right. In that case, as birthday boy, I command you to go back to bed. Don’t worry about your fuckin waffles—“

“Crêpes”

“Sure whatever. Kyoko will figure it out.”

[dumpdumpbadump]

Midnight dump sketches

A LITTLE BIT OF SPOILED HERE

So i realized that on Ruin, when we met Moon and Sun in the Daycare, I saw that when Moon was active, the red eye shines. The same with Sun was active but only the yellow eye shines. When Eclipse was out, both of the eyes shines.

I have a theory about it, that when Eclipse is active, which mean both Sun and Moon are active the same time. But they just active in Eclipse's head, in my opinion, Eclipse has his own personalities and mindset. Since the way to wake him up might be both Sun and Moon active in the same time so I think, Sun and Moon will still be there in his head, but they can't control the body because Eclipse was awake and took control.

But still, Eclipse can still hear both of them words in his head since those two are still active with him, that's my theory, they three active in the same time but only Eclipse take control on the actions.

The reason I drew them talking =D just Eclipse being care about his two brothers so asked them if they were alright.

[bloo-the-dragon]

I just wanna stroke the big grass cat, you get me? Or will they bite?

I assure you, you can quite safely pet the cat

[euesworld]

"She's soft but never fragile, except when you are holding her gigantic heart.. she is the sweetest poetry, the finest art. If she gives her love, she gives it with her whole self.. you wouldn't realize it at the time, but it would be the best thing you have ever felt. She is beautiful, she has grace that you could never know.. cause when you look upon her face, it never really shows. Her heart is a thousand dreams of perfection, her soul is just as beautiful.. you could never tell by looking at her, but she will always be the other half of your soul. She should mean the world to you, she is divine femininity like the moon.."

A thousand suns couldn't be as bright, a million moons couldn't be as soft.. so this I tell to you, love her lots - eUë