#n-chant

[athena-xox]

Wait is DJ N-Chant (enchant?) a play on a real life DJ? Like Tailor Quick or Katy Fairy?

[kosmikowboj]

shawn smacking lassie’s ass in front of his (soon-to-be former) father-in-law is genuinely one of the most insane things I’ve ever seen. how did I forget this episode it’s so ridiculous and unhinged

[riggspath]

Ah yes, a fair trade I assume! Let me know in the replies if YOU are interested!

Also yes, the mails are custom each person and will be delivered just for you + a secret souvenir! I was planning to it on my birthday last month but haven't gotten the chance, so here's the right time!

[subbanator]

and the crowd cheers his name

[draculovemp3]

his hair is so perfectly swooped in s1 e14… my boytoy luv who I want to keep in a purse like a tiny bitehappy dog

[eerna]

Hadestown. HADESTOWN. WHY did you incorporate West End lyrics into Broadway. not the good ones from If It's True, but the ones from Epic III, which actively make the song worse. why did you not include the good changes and only included the bad ones. WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM HADESTOWN

[hydaen]

my uncle works at toys for bob and he said they’re adding n chant to crash team rumble and that you can also romance them

[deus-ex-mona]

just a tl of mona's q&a from her summery! photobook~~

Q1: Please introduce yourself.

A: I’m mona, a High School student and an idol. It’s nice to meet you!

Q2: What is something that you’ve been hooked on lately?

A: Trying out different foods! As you can see from a couple of the pictures in my photobook, I love to eat shaved ice with tons of fruits on it. I plan on trying shaved ice topped with lots of mangoes next time.

Q3: What is the first thing you do when you wake up in the morning?

A: I stretch out, just like a cat does. My body is all stiff when I wake up, so stretching feels great. I recommend that you guys do it too!

Q4: What is something that you always carry with you?

A: Lip balm, I guess. As I’m an idol, I’d like to avoid having dry lips if I can help it!

Q5: Do you collect any items?

A: I collect goods of idol girls. Whenever I attend their concerts, I buy at least 10 random bromides, though I’d buy 20 if I can afford them! Also, I have all the CDs of the idols I follow!

Q6: What is your favourite ride at the amusement park?

A: The roller coasters! Like the ones that make you scream a ton, I guess. But that bungee jump that I did on that one TV show was pretty scary~.

Q7: What would you say your strong point is?

A: The flexibility of my body, I guess. I train my flexibility every day for the sake of my dances.

Q8: What is something that you are unable to deal with?

A: I can’t stand horror stuff all that well. Though, I’m the type of person who’d become composed when I’m with someone who’s more scared than me.

Q9: What would you do if you had 5 more hours in a day?

A: I’d play games! I’ve been hooked on a dating sim these days… It’s so much fun that the hours just fly by. I wanna romance all of the targets someday. Ah! I’m not betraying all of my fans with a boyfriend, or cheating on you guys or anything! I promise! This is just a really fun game! I mean it! Please believe me!

Q10: What would you do if you turned into a cat?

A: I’d want to bother my owner! Cats will be forgiven if they selfishly plead for attention, won’t they? I wanna be spoiled a ton too!

Q11: At what point during your Summer vacations would you usually finish your homework?

A: I’d try my best to do my homework on the first day of Summer vacation, but the end of the break always arrives before I know it. So I alwaaays end up barely finishing my homework in time…

Q12: Are anniversaries important to you?

A: Not really~. But maybe I just don’t know cuz I’ve never wanted to fall in love! The birthdays of my family and friends are really important to me, though.

Q13: Do you wait for the entire recommended duration before eating your cup noodles?

A: Nope. I like my noodles firm! Plus, the noodles will soften while I’m preparing my meal afterwards anyway.

Q14: If you could change just one thing about yourself, what would it be?

A: I wouldn’t change anything. Everyone loves me just the way I am after all! …I sure said a really embarrassing cheesy line there, ehehe.

Q15: What would you do if the world ended tomorrow?

A: I’d hold a concert! I’d want to have fun with everyone till the very end.

Q16: What would you do if you turned into the opposite gender for just one day?

A: I’d want to tease my Big Sis, I guess. She’s so pure that I think it’d be really fun to tease her. I wanna make her heart pound!

Q17: What is a must-buy for you at convenience stores?

A: Ice cream! There are new kinds of ice cream every time I go. It’s the best~.

Q18: What gestures could a member of the opposite gender do that would make your heart skip a beat?

A: Eh, lemme think… Maybe my heart would pound if I saw him enjoy a delicious meal? Like the other day, my heart pounded as I watched this boy from the same batch as me eat cream puffs. No, maybe the sight of a boy who loved sweets was just so cute that my heart skipped a beat… I don’t really know for sure!

Q19: If you could live in a fictional world from either a book, TV show, or a movie, what kind of world would it be?

A: I’d want to live in a world where I could use magic. I still dream of flying to the skies on a broomstick with the use of magic.

Q20: Do you think aliens exist?

A: I think they do! The thought that there’s a civilisation that’s way more advanced than ours in a galaxy far, far away is pretty exciting, right?

Q21: Which of the four seasons is your favourite?

A: Summer! Be it Summer live festivals, Summer festivals, or Summer vacation, Summer’s full of events, which makes it really great~!

Q22: How would you describe yourself in a single phrase?

A: I hate to lose, I guess.

Q23: What image do you currently have as your phone’s lock screen?

A: Uhh, it’s a photo of my class’s blackboard that has the deadline of my assignment written on it… I’m sorry that it isn’t cute at all… But if I don’t set it as my lock screen, I’ll completely forget about the deadline.

Q24: Who are you good at imitating?

A: I’m great at imitating my Big Sis! But Big Sis is really good at imitating me too, y’know?

Q25: Do you believe in fortune-telling?

A: I’ll believe in good fortunes! But I’ll completely disregard bad fortunes!

Q26: What is something you’re unexpectedly good at?

A: Crane games! I’m great at grabbing plushies from my favourite manga series and such. Even my Big Sis often begs me to help her snag some goodies from them these days! Crane games don’t just hold plushies, they hold sweets and all other kinds of stuff too! I like them cuz they’re really fun to play!

Q27: What is something that you would like to challenge yourself to do in the future?

A: I’d like to write lyrics and compose music! I want to give writing songs by myself a try. I think that there are songs that only I would be able to write in order to convey the feelings to my fans which would otherwise be unable to get through to them. Those are the feelings that I wish to write songs about. So I hope that you’ll continue to keep watching over me!

[sipping-ambrosia-wine]

further lyrics and info below the cut. even if you havent seen the show i want opinions!

NYTW-> BROADWAY

1 2 3 4 5 6

EPIC III-

Where is the man with his hat in his hands/Who stands in the garden with nothing to lose -> Where is the man with arms outstretched?/ To the woman he loves with nothing to lose

DOUBT COMES IN-

Doubt comes in/ And strips the paint/ Doubt comes in/ And turns the wine/ Doubt comes in and leaves a trace/ Of vinegar and turpentine -> Doubt comes in/ The wind is changing/ Doubt comes in/ How cold it's blowing/Doubt comes in and meets a stranger/ Walking on a road alone

IF IT'S TRUE-

If it’s true what they say/If my love is gone for good/They can take this heart away/They can take this flesh and blood/Take my mouth that kissed her mouth/Take my tongue that sung her praise/Take my arms that used to reach out/ In the dark to where she lay -> If it's true what they say/if theres nothing to be done/If its true that its too late/And the girl I love is gone/If its true what they say/Is this how the world is?/To be beaten and betrayed and then be told that nothing changes

[...]

Take this voice, take these hands/I can’t use them anyway/Take this music and the memory/Of the muse from which it came -> (Absent, replaced with the workers' lyrics?)

WAY DOWN HADESTOWN-

Everybody dresses in clothes so fine/Everybody's pocket are weighted down/Everybody sippin the ambrosia wine/ It's a goldmine, in hadestown -> [Cut, replaced with she's gonna ride that train" build up after "that was not six months"]

CHANT II-

When I was a young girl like you/Sister, I was hungry too/Hungry for the underworld/When I was a young girl/Now you know how it tastes/The fruit of Mr. Hades’ ways/Sister, it’s a bitter wine-Spit it out while you still have time/Take it from a woman of my age/Love is not a gilded cage/All the wealth within these walls/Will never buy the thing called love/Love was when he came to me/Begging on his bended knees/To please have pity on his heart/And let him lay me in the dirt.../I felt his arms around me then/We didn’t need a wedding bed/Dark seeds scattered on the ground/The wild birds were flying around/That’s when I became his wife/But that was in another life/That was in another world/When I was a young girl!-> [Cut entirely]

ANY WAY THE WIND BLOWS

In the fever of a world in flame/in the season of the hurricane/flood'll get ya if the fire dont/any way the wind blows/Sister gone gone the [nomad*]'s route/brother gone gone for a job down south/gone the same way as the shanty town/and the traveling show/any way the wind blows

In the valley of the exodut/in the belly of a bowl of dust/crows and buzzards fly in a row/any way the wind blows-> [replaced by hermes's exposition on the fates]

*initial use of the word g*psy, which is a slur against the roma/romani people. mitchell was unaware of the hateful connotations and cut the lyric once made aware.

[moonknot]

cw – nsfw. shitpost. ooc?? the usual. i don't even know what to write here. just let me tease him and suck his dick. the trial of scorching sands event image did things to my brain. not proof-read.

the more exposed a body part is, the less sensitive it becomes – that's how it works, right? so that your senses don't become overwhelmed when certain stimuli are applied, like the wind or the heat or even a touch? it makes sense to you.

here, with him pinned against the wall by your body weight, you didn't expect cyno to be sensitive. it's a treat nonetheless.

the way his muscles tense up and contract when you slide you fingertips down from his ribcage to his navel; the way he shivers when you press the palm of your hands against his skin, curling around his waist and rubbing his sides; the strangled moan that leaves his lips when you kiss and lick and bite his chest, slowly making your way down without leaving marks no matter how much you want to.

cyno bucks his hips when you mouth at his clothed cock, one hand covering his mouth and the other burying itself in your hair, pressing your nose closer to his navel. you laugh, muffled, sending warm puffs of air against his skin and he twitches underneath your mouth, making you flatten your tongue on the cloth of his underwear – it's quickly becoming damp with your spit and his pre-cum.

you drag your fingernails on the skin of his calves and thighs and he trembles; the hazy look in his visible eye is addicting, and you don't look away as you drag his underwear down until his cock springs free from its confinement, hitting you cheek. you don't look away as you lazily pump him a couple of times before taking the tips into your mouth as you squeeze the base, watching as the hand on his mouth comes down and tangles into your hair as well, giving you full view of the way his expression changes.

you don't look away as you slowly take more of him into your mouth, tongue flat on the underside, watching until he finally closes his eye and lets out a long, low moan – it's only then that you allow yourself to close your own eyes and force him past the barrier of your throat. cyno's moan turn into a whine, and you hum around him in return, digging your nails on the inside of thigh as tears pool in your eyes.

cyno curls into you, fingers ghosting your cheek as he whispers, strangled, "fuck, sweetheart— you take me so well–"

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

Kickin making his plan for the next snowball fight(they're playing capture the flag, angel being the "flag):

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=o_3joQiQGmw&pp=ygUYdGhlIGhvcnNlIGFuZCB0aGUgaW5mYW50

I HATE/LOVE HOW THIS IS SO IN-CHARACTER FOR KICKIN IN THIS AU. He's so overdramatic. I bet he called Dogday for help and the drama just increased x2. The boys are planning an entire war while everyone else is just listening and nodding along.

Angel hearing a whole musical in the background while they make soup like "I hope the kids aren't having a snow war again", and then they come out to check in on them and the screaming goes on for at least twenty minutes as everyone jumps in on them.

[mercworm]

The pirate war ladies dressed up so nice I just had to draw them. ❤

Characters (from left to right): Nova Chant (@miss-twila), N. Sidious (@lee-hoots), N. Rapture (@cryptholomew) and Dr. Rosch (@slemhosta)

[penguin--person]

waiter waiter more games please!!!

[askfordoodles]

Older versions of my oc Nigel and @miss-twila's oc Nova... They're happily married and have bad knees 😅

[moondropstash]

Another WIP! Bigger this time, part of a larger project I hope to pick up again after the holidays.

SFW/only suggestive here in this chunk.

~2200 words, Moon x reader. No particular content warnings necessary! What about that hypnosis function, huh Moon? :)c

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You’re good at your job - or so you thought. 

Sure, ok, it’s not usually much of a job. There’s a 90% chance you’re only in the daycare for the benefit of the parents since Sun and Moon have this place on lock, but you’re not completely useless. You help. You pass out snacks. You clean up glitter (so much glitter). You spelunk into the depths of the ball pit after lost plushes and shoes while Sun comforts the wailing child, and emerge like a hero with your spoils. And after months, Moon finally let you help with naptime. 

He watches you like you’re handling a bomb instead of little Sydney’s favorite pillow, but at least he lets you out from behind the desk now. 

And you thought you were getting pretty good at it. There’s only one Moon after all, and sometimes there’s more than one really fussy kid. Most times, really. But goddamn. After the dozenth time watching Moon lull a screeching demon child to sleep in under a minute flat, upon whom all your efforts had been for naught, you finally snap. 

You drop down next to him on the plush tiles on the outskirts of the nap area, leveling your most determined stare at him as he twists his head towards you with a jingle and a questioning flicker of his optics. 

“Ok man. Spill.” 

His face clicks to the side, his nearly ever-present grin growing wider. Your eyes narrow. 

“Spill what?” 

“How you do that,” you whisper-yell, leaning into his bubble and waving towards the slumbering angel a dozen feet away that had been hell-bent on ripping out your hair minutes before. “That kid was out for blood and then you pick them up and wham! Out like a light - and don’t you dare say magic!” 

“But I am.” Slowly, with a series of purposefully loud snaps and clacks, he twists his frame at the waist to align his upper half towards you while his legs stay placidly crossed, his faceplate spinning once as you scoff. Maybe that would get a rise out of your coworkers, but you don’t spend months around these two contortionists and not get innoculated to a few uncanny angles. With a hissed chuckle and unmistakable smugness, he wiggles his fingers. “Metal - and magic.” 

“Bullshit,” you spit with mock venom, Moon giggling as the two of you lean ever closer. With a grin near as wide as his, you jab a finger against his chassis. “I have scrubbed glitter glue, paint, and substances unknown to mankind off every inch of you and I haven’t seen a single sketchy rune or magic crystal.”

Moon cackles low in his voicebox, swaying and jingling with each poke of your finger before he raises his own, claws extending with a crisp snk and tut-tuts back with a sharp claw. “Not looking close enough.” 

You blow a raspberry back at him, swatting at his hand with a smirk as it silently dances out of reach. 

The claws bothered you when you first started. The idea of giving the childcare robot literal razors in his hands was dumbfounding - seeing Sun pop them out to open boxes even more so - but after looking at the Glamrocks, now you just figure the designer has a thing. You’re not paid enough to ponder what kinks the artist has, after all, and there’s only so many times a person can have knives laid across their shoulders and still work up a fuss. And, frankly, if an hour of your shift goes by without either of these two not slipping a hand across your arm or leaning on you or touching you somehow, you’d think they were broken. 

That’s probably your fault. 

You’ve always been tactile, and then they gave you coworkers starved for touch. What little remained of your personal bubble died within the week. What kind of monster would refuse Sun a hug, or tell Moon to stop draping across them like an oversized cat? Not you. 

Doesn’t hurt that it’s fun. 

Moon’s eyes gleam bright, playful crimson as you lean even further into his space, dragging your other hand up his chest plating. Slowly. Following the seam of black and white, skittering the edges of his buttons with dull nails. You feel his claws settle across your thighs, points pricking just enough to remind you of their presence. 

There’s a moment of quiet. The two of you, watching each other with mirror grins, fingers dancing across metal and fabric. Then your hand darts up, grabbing his neck ruffles and yank him even closer. 

His bells jostle, jingling sharply, and you laugh silently in triumph. Barely two inches separate your faces now, his lanky form bent towards you like a willow branch. This close, you can see every chip and irregularity in his paint. The way his optics tremble in repressed delight, the red light that floods your vision flickering-stuttering in brightness as he hisses a near silent giggle, face twisting and clicking to the side until his gleaming teeth nearly touch your skin. 

Snap-snap. 

He clacks sharp teeth together twice, his large hands resting heavy on your thighs. Just enough for his claws to teeter at the edge of painful on your flesh; maybe enough to draw pin-pricks of blood. You’ll find out later. 

You ignore his little show. 

Instead, you make a slow, obvious job of looking him over. Scrutinizing every inch of his plating - ah, hell, that paint’s going to suck to scrub off later - until, finally, you close the distance between you, resting your forehead against his own with a smirk.  

“Is this close enough?” 

Moon cackles. Your hand releases his ruffles to slip around his shoulders, muffling your own laughter as he bonks his head against your own. It’s no surprise when his claws slip free, ghosting up your back to pull you close like a plush and drag you both into a sprawl on the ground, his shoulders propped up against a squashy, ancient beanbag to keep his loop from jamming into the floor. You rest your chin on his chassis, the two of you sparing a moment to glance at the snoozing kids. All good. No stirring, no fussing. 

It’s a fine line to toe - goofing off with Moon, but quiet enough to not cause a disturbance. His eyes scan the room a moment longer than yours do, but once they’re back on you, you knock softly on his plating with your knuckles. 

“No, but seriously Moon. I’m feeling inadequate here. Unable to equal your mechanical superiority etcetera. Can I have like, a tip? Pretty please?”

He hums. Low and slow, making sure you feel the hum of his mechanisms working away below you inside his shell, before he lifts away his hands from your back and raises a claw to his grin. 

“It’s a secret.”  

Before your retort makes it past your tongue, his claw rests carefully against your lips. 

“Shh,” he hisses, barely audible. His eyes flick to his other hand and your own follow silently. 

It’s raised. His fingers waggle at you before he twists his wrist strangely - and one of the bells on his wrist tumbles down, suspended on the length of ribbon. You raise an eyebrow at him, only for his claw to hook under your chin and turn you back to the hanging bell. 

The dim neon star-lights of the darkened daycare glisten across its surface. Brassy and flawless, it hangs limply until Moon slowly twitches his wrist and it begins to swing. 

Back. And forth. 

As steady as a metronome, a deep sea of stars glitters on the metal. 

And then he closes his claws around it with a low laugh. 

You blink. 

“Feeling sleepy?” 

His words slide off you at first, before they hit you like a truck and you gape at him, Moon giggling and terribly pleased with himself as he tugs the bell and ribbon back into place on his wrist. 

“No.” 

“Magic.” 

You have to bite down your words, remembering at the last second that there’s two dozen kids sleeping a few feet away and huffing out the yell you’d wanted to spit at him with a smack against his plating. 

“Moon, I can accept the ‘melatonin’ candies but are you selling me snake oil now? Hypnotism?” 

His face spins a circle, hat jingling against the beanbag as he resettles his hands on your back.

“Unofficial function,” he says, claws dancing a smug jig across your skin. 

That stops your retort. The claws are an unofficial feature. Unlisted and unreviewed, included for nebulous reasons. And now - hypnotism. Assuming he’s not just fucking with you. You prop your chin up on your arm, frowning. 

“You being serious, Moondrop?” 

He makes a vague hum, preoccupied with dragging a finger down your spine. You chew on the idea, but disbelief is definitely winning out. Hypnotism’s the kind of shit your friend’s weird aunt is into; the one who thinks placing quartz chunks in specific spots around her house ‘drains the negative energies’ of her neighborhood. You straighten Moon’s ruffles as you mull it over, before tugging them once more to pull his attention back to your face. 

“I’d notice if you were doing that though. That whole. Pendulum thing? That’s not subtle.” 

“Not the only way.” He pauses. “Don’t use it often. Only when they’re being… very naughty.” His voice edges deeper for emphasis, one arm wrapping around you to squeeze you like a plush. 

“Isn’t that kind of… I dunno, dangerous?” 

“Maybe. Sunny doesn’t like it.” 

“Can Sun-” 

Moon cuts you off with a sharp snicker. “Never tried. Says it’s cheating.” 

“Because it is! I’ve been trying to just talk and soothe them but you’re like,” you pause, lowering your volume as Moon’s eyes flicker brighter, his grip tighter in warning. “I don’t know. How are you doing it, if not the uh… The trick with the bell?” 

Moon cocks his head at you. His frame whirrs under you, fingers tap-tapping across your ribs before he silently brings a hand up and slowly draws the dull side of one his claws over the soft skin beneath your eye. And then - tap-taps - at your temple. 

“I look,” he murmurs. “They look back. I send them off to dreamland.” His hand dances away from your face, miming sparkles with a cheerful jingling of his bells.

You frown, silently resting your face against his plating as you think. 

Eye contact, then. That’d… be subtle enough. You guess it’s useful, if it’s true. You drum your fingers on him, before you flick your gaze back to his. It’s only then you notice his hands are still on your sides, his usual fidgeting and petting paused as he stares back at you, eyes shrunken down to sharp red pupils. 

You’ve seen that look before. Always when Sun and Moon get… nervy. When you admit that something can’t be fixed with a screwdriver and a wet washcloth, and the specter of the place none of you mention by name hovers in the room. 

You soothe your hand across the line of his chest, tweaking the bell of his hat where it sits draped over his shoulder. 

“Are you supposed to tell me this, Moon?” 

The single twitch of his face in answer tells you all you need to know. You exhale. Right. You’re just gonna chalk this one up in the ‘the designer is into some weird shit’ category. 

“Well,” you begin, pushing a grin back onto your face. “Now you’ve said that, you’ve obviously gotta prove it.” 

His optics widen back to bright seas of red in an instant. His arm squeezes you tight, fans whirring fast - before he pushes your face down against his plating. 

“No.” 

You squirm, smacking at his hand on your head before he finally lets you up for air with a wicked snicker. Perched on him, you reach to catch the edge of his faceplate, only for him to avoid your efforts like a stubborn cat. 

“Come on Moony~ Give me some sweet, sweet dreams. Don’t you want me to shut up for a bit?” 

Moon spins his face, angled away from you with another giggle, and oozes further up onto the beanbag as you paw after him - though he does pause. You can see his pupil on you at the edge of his eye before he raises a hand, tapping thoughtfully at his chin. 

“Hmm. Tempting.” 

“That’s right! I’ve been very naughty-” You voice edges into a poor imitation of his own, and you experience a brief moment of triumph as he trembles with repressed laughter before you both hear the sounds of fussing from the nap circle. 

You’re unsure if you got too loud, but it doesn’t matter. The two of you peel yourselves apart without a word, slipping back into work mode in an instant. One fussy kid leads to another, and the two of you quickly sink into a familiar rhythm: Moon stalking close to the loudest fussers, his music box chiming away and voice low, as you help settle blankets and plushes and pillows with soothing smiles and careful hands. Sometimes you hum along with Moon’s song, nonsense words on your lips, and sometimes you reach for a misplaced plush only for Moon to press it into your hands, his claws trailing naturally up your arm as he passes by. 

By the time naptime ends, the lights flickering on and Moon shifts back into Sun, who immediately whips you up into a tight, whirling hug, you’ve all but forgotten what Moon told you. 

After all, he was probably joking. 

[kamil-a]

everyone take my hand power me up while i draft an im quitting my job script