#they sing to eclipse as he sleeps

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Being regularly but unexpectedly doused with sea water is an occupational hazard of having a Sea Monster Spouse™️ but Eclipse doesn’t mind, he just loves when ur affectionate like that. Absolutely adores u

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

A few months old, but to complete the daily life shenanigans combo: Eclipse version

Aka my profile picture

[chisungie]

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[naffeclipse]

I HAVE THR GREATEST IDEA!! Raindeer centaur!Y/n with orca!Eclipse and she finds two calves of sun and moon raindeer centaurs and bring to eclipse how would he react??

Oh my gosh, Reindeer Centaur Y/N!! You'd have a thick, brown coat and velvet horns. Strong and stout, you traverse the ice and snow with a silent forbearance.

Eclipse sees you before you ever see him. He's immediately enamored by the beautiful centaur trotting around snowbanks—he has to see you up close! It takes patience, but he follows from the coast, and he's rewarded. He finds you. He introduces himself the only way he knows how.

You kneel at the water's edge, hooves folded underneath your body as you wash your hands in the thick salt. The taste warns you to not drink it, but it does well cleaning away the sweat and grime from constantly moving. You lower your hands, cupping a gentle handful to wash the fine, velveteen fur of your neck when you realize a face is staring at you from below the surface, grinning.

You slowly straighten where you sit and he follows, emerging from the water in soft splashes and a gleaming gaze. He sizes you up as if deciding where to take the bite first. You, calmly, regard him, and listen to his gushing of how beautiful and handsome you are! He flicks his tongue over his teeth when he tells his name. When you share your own, you study how his claws thrum against the ice and how intently he locks eyes with you.

He often calls you 'my dear' and adores touching your antlers and stroking your thick, velvet fur. You take your time letting him close. When you're not racing along the ocean shore, you'll watch Eclipse breach, showing off with grandiose splashes before he pops up to catch your reaction.

On one rare occasion, he convinces you to lie down on your side, four cervine legs sprawled out, and lay your head on his stomach. You're both quiet the sight, a centaur and a siren, sprawled close together, but you don't mind his claws petting through your hair and scratching between your antlers so long as he's gentle. He sings you lullabies that lull you to sleep (you swore you wouldn't drift away so easily but he had other plans.)

When you're ready, you stroke his head fins and touch his flukes. He's practically beaming under your interest and snowflake-soft palming. He melts when you allow him to press his cheek against the velveteen fur on your reindeer half. He's clingy, but you gradually settle into his constant touches and affectionate affirmations with your treasured time.

Later, much later, when you cross a field, and discover two small bodies with bumbling cervine legs struggling through the snow, you calmly take a calf of beige and buttery yellow colors, and the other, blue metal and silvery, under your arms. They're just old enough to hold themselves up. They bawl, not yet having found their words. The twins nuzzle into your fur. It's not a pretty picture—two abandoned centaur young, but it's nothing you and Eclipse can't handle.

He accepts them without hesitation as you thought he might. It's not a question of acceptance but a matter of finding the right manner in which to tend to the children. You gently point out to Eclipse how the nub markings show how the buttery-yellow babe will have horns like a blossom of petals or a fan of sun rays, and the blue metal babe will have a singular horn like a shooting star or the crescent curve of the waning moon.

(He names them Sun and Moon, and you agree; it fits them fine.)

Eclipse watches over the three of you at night, quietly lapping at the ice's edge while you hold the babies close and provide them with warmth. (Eclipse laughs when the babes attempt to suckle on you, much to your bemusement.) During the day, he stows away though never too far and you find good moss and ferns that Sun and Moon can nibble on. You watch over them, minding predators and coaxing them to stabilize their gangly legs and hold themselves high. Evening falls, and you reunite. Eclipse plays with them tenderly, keeping them from falling into the sea but stimulating them to build their strength and their mind. They take to you both, much to your silent fondness. It's an odd little sight, but you're a family.

You wouldn't have chosen any other.

[lvrcpid]

boyfriend hcs!

includes : neteyam. lo’ak. ao’nung. rotxo.

authors note : this is just a filler post while i work on other things

neteyam

he’s constantly taking care of you. you have a tendency to overwork yourself a lot and neteyam is the first to catch onto this, he definitely pulls you away from whatever you’re doing to make sure you’ve eaten and gotten proper rest. if you’re stubborn about it, he will sit on you until you agree to rest.

he isn’t afraid to be vulnerable around you. neteyam isn’t the type to put on a front in front of his partner. if he’s upset, it will show. you’re his shoulder to cry on and he’s so grateful to you for that. he loves the fact you never judge him when the stress of being the oldest gets to him. he isn’t afraid to ask for a hug when he really needs it, sighing and melting into your arms as he does so.

lo’ak

he’s always getting giving you gifts. lo’ak is very awkward and afraid of embarrassment so when he wants to express his love to you, you will always find bracelets and necklaces on your pillow. he definitely pays attention to things you like and don’t like. you like the color purple? expect a purple beaded necklace on your pillow by eclipse. he may or may not have made himself a matching one.

he loves making you laugh. lo’ak is a jokester, everyone knows this. it’s what drew you to him in the first place. of course you thought he was just being funny for show but no, this is his personality. he definitely makes jokes at the wrong time which results in you slapping his leg with your tail. when you guys were alone you busted out into laughter.

ao’nung

he will always defend you. ao’nung was weary of you in the beginning, constantly calling you a freak but once he got to know the real you , all of that stopped. of course his friends are still assholes so they periodically mess with you, but ao’nung is quick on their tails to defend you and tell his friends to back off.

he remembers the little things. ao’nung likes to play dumb with you. he will mess with you and play around like he forgot things you told him about yourself when in reality he retains every word that comes from your mouth. he took you to a waterfall once because you mentioned that you always wanted to see one..2 weeks ago. of course you cried cause you didn’t think he was listening that intensively.

rotxo

he sings to you. rotxo is a great singer in my head. he’s always in your lap humming or singing when doing daily chores with you. something tells me that he’s always singing lullabies that were once sung to him as a child to you when you can’t sleep or when you’re upset.

he cheers you on. rotxo is your biggest cheerleaders he always has the biggest smile on his face and cheering the loudest when you race ao’nung or even when you succeed in weaving a basket. your accomplishments are his accomplishments and no matter what he will always be proud of you.

[iwantjaketosullyme]

𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝, 𝐢'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

…but, big spoon, you have so much to do and i have nothing ahead of me.

➺ pairing: jake sully x omatikaya!reader (fluff/angst) ➺ summary: seeing jake was easy, seeing toruk makto not so much. (w/c: 2.8k) ➺ warnings: minor mentions of war & death a/n: inspired by mitski's 'your best american girl' nd dedicated to our fav all-american boy <33 na'vi dictionary at the end !! gif credit goes to @/worldofpandora

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

Seeing Jake was easy.

It was shirking clan chores in favour of being held in the safe cocoon of his capable arms on a lazy afternoon, the two of you splayed out on the forest floor as it welcomed you into its clutch, soft grass embracing you, gentle breeze lulling him to sleep. As he slumbers you trace his features gently, eyes first, then nose.

You coast over the worry line that creases just like that when he senses a formidable threat, like the rogue palulukan that strayed a little too close to camp the previous week (or the persistent Omatikaya child that insists on having you braid his hair exactly when Jake’s sat down for you to rebraid his, meaning a rushed job and less scalp scratches for him).

Cautious fingertips are guided by the smattering of tanhi that litter his face, a map provided by Eywa, tiny stars aligning to lead you to your final destination - your favourite destination – his lips.

Being Seen by Jake was even easier.

- flashback -

Two weeks have passed since the fateful day your people reclaimed your ancestral home from the Sky People. The injured have been treated and deceased loved ones have been mourned and committed to Eywa. Now, the clan must celebrate.

Young ones chase after each other's tails (knowing the mood is good enough for them to escape chastisement from their parents), potential lovers dance around their feelings as they dance around the communal fire and elders thank the Great Mother for the privilege of witnessing another night like this – too many eclipses have passed since the clan could revel in shared joy like this.

The evening’s jubilations wind down as eclipse approaches, but the air is still charged with a sense of collective anticipation; you are yet to do what you do best. Gathered clan members form a blue sea, bioluminescent tanhi a mirror image of the stars in the skies above as they seat themselves on fallen logs. 

Deep inhale, shoulders rolled back, head held high and gaze cast over young and old alike, you open your mouth and sing. Entranced, Jake looks up from where he was refilling his cup of pongu pongu (after falling victim to a particularly wily adolescent Na’vi bartering for the drink reserved for adults of the clan) and his amber gaze settles on you as he listens to the legend of a valiant Omatikaya warrior made song. His legend.

His song rolls off your tongue, volume ebbing and flowing like the waters of the Eastern Sea, reaching ‘ahhs’ and throaty ‘oohs’ conveying the highs and lows of his Pandoran alterlife. Sweeping peaks and troughs in the notes you belt out paint the picture in his mind of the mountains climbed and valleys traversed on his quest to find his humanity in a Na’vi body. Dulcet tones undulate from the soft pillows of your lips into the attentive ears of every clan member gathered around the fire, demanding the rapt attention of all that can and will listen.

Your voice betrays you, wavering slightly when you make sudden eye contact with Jake. He gawks at you unashamedly, his expression reminding you of the awe and excitement of a child watching kenten unfurl their luminous fans for the first time. Inwardly, you curse the power that this vrrtep has over you; you never get distracted! No doubt Ninat would be teasing you about this mishap til Eywa calls you home. That skxawng always liked to argue that she’s the better vocalist.

Final note lingering in the air and resonating in the hearts of those around you, you graciously accept the compliments offered. Soon after, you make a swift break for your marui, unaware of your newly acquired shadow following after your hurried steps as if still woefully caught in the spell your voice had cast upon him.

You flit about the marui, humming under your breath as you search for the herb and nectar concoction Tsahik gave you after overhearing you complaining to Neytiri about putting your vocal cords under too much pressure. An appreciative hum leaves your parted lips as the mixture soothes your throat, before a male, gravelly and obnoxious “Ah, shit!” cuts through your minute of peace, followed by the clang of a pot falling.

A stunned squeak escapes you before you have the chance to stop it, eyes widening as your ears fold back and your brow muscles raise in shock before furrowing in confusion. A moment passes. 

You slowly crane your neck to look behind you, chancing a glance at whatever, whoever it is that managed to sneak into your marui and elicit such an embarrassing reaction from you. The fallen pot is still rattling on the floor as you lock eyes with the perpetrator and your upper lip raises into a sneer. Of course, you think to yourself, as if the vrrtep has not bothered me enough tonight he has come back for more!

“Oel ngati kameie,” Jake greets awkwardly, eyes shifting between your defensive posture and the offensive pot that he had tripped over in his dazed stupor. He brings his fingertips to his forehead before extending them towards you in a gesture of respect, and for a moment you are pulled from your derisive train of thoughts as your eyes follow the raised veins on his hands and you feel an unfamiliar feeling flutter in the pit of your stomach – much like the kindling of a new flame. Your examination of his anatomy comes to an abrupt stop when your eyes hone in on his outstretched fingers. Four fingers. Alien fingers.

“What is it that you want?” You throw the words at him, eyeing him up and down in an admittedly pathetic attempt to intimidate him. You are well aware of his prowess as a warrior; you’d only spent the latter part of the evening waxing poetic about it. Despite this, you cannot help but feel as if you must prove yourself to be a formidable threat to him, to this man who was once a tawtute imposter in a Na’vi body and has now made himself an imposter in your home.

He inches towards you cautiously, arms outstretched by his sides and palms open, intending to  communicate his lack of malintention as he clears his throat and opens his mouth to answer you. Your eyes remain vigilant, ears pointing up, alert and awaiting his response. A series of unintelligible noises is all you hear, his mouth opening and closing in such a stupid way that you almost find it endearing. Almost.

Further incensed by the lack of answer, you jerk your head towards him, tail lashing behind you, impatient, “What is it then? Speak!” You begin to pace in front of him, agitated and expectant of an explanation. “Or do you only know how to stare?”

As if jolted back to reality, Jake blinks blankly before retorting “Damn, you sound just as good when you talk, pretty girl”. Astounded, your pacing comes to a halt, allowing you to baulk at his insolence – there is a notable pause as you compose yourself once more. His lips pull back into a self-satisfied smirk as he greedily absorbs your reaction, and there is a dangerous glint in his eyes, eyes too small to belong to a native Na’vi, that calls to you. You decline the call decisively.

“You still have not answered my question, Jakesully,” you attempt to regain control of this odd interaction, remaining firm in your affronted demeanour. “Speak!”

He lets out a huff of laughter under his breath, made bashful by the reminder of his inexplicable attraction towards you. “Well…I guess I heard ya singin’ out there and I-” he shakes his head, looks down and brushes a hand over his face, lips puckering to blow a gentle whoosh of air as he exhales. You feel his breath waft over your face and refuse to register the way it stokes the flame within you.

“I knew I gotta tell ya that you sound amazing, heavenly, even, unlike anything I’ve ever hea-” his reverent rambling is cut short by your cackle that pierces his ears that had perked up in delight while he sang your praises. He looks up to observe you doubling over in sarcastic laughter and waits, confused as ever, for you to explain yourself.

“Skxawng,” you rebuke, “do not insult my intelligence by suggesting you understood a single word other than your name. Neytiri has told me of your incompetence,” you lower your voice and let the venom seep into your tone, “Jakesully.”

He meets your narrowed eyes with a challenge in his stare, his right eyebrow, yet another tawtute feature, quirking up. “You’re wrong y’know,” he tilts his head to the right and nods as if still contemplating your rude interjection. In spite of his shock, he does not appear deterred in any way and for a moment you fear that your attempt at resistance is futile. Perhaps you have grossly underestimated his proficiency at your native language and have embarrassed yourself.

He continues, “I understood you calling me a skxawng just now.” A cheeky smile creeps onto his face as he basks in his ability to rile you up. “But I figure that might as well be my name with how many times Neytiri’s called me that”.

Insistent on finding a fault in his words, you give him an incredulous look and respond, “Now you dare to criticise the tsakarem?” A disbelieving scoff leaves your lips. “Impertinence!” Your words, however, do not have their desired effect as he remains unbothered by your jabs, seeing through them completely. 

“C’mon pretty girl,” Jake tries to reason with you, “y’know that’s not what I meant.” Encouraged by the involuntary huff of defeat that leaves your body that has grown weary from the night’s activities and this back and forth that is honestly fraying your nerves, Jake perseveres with the determination of the Marine that he is. “Now stop deflecting ‘nd take the compliment.” You relent, albeit reluctantly. “Call me crazy but the way you sang out there…it felt like I knew exactly what you were sayin’, even with my thick Jarhead skull.”

He takes a breath before more words tumble out of his mouth. “I know you were singin’ about me. I never thought I would mean enough to the Omatikaya people for someone to write a song about me.” He surprises you by laughing self-deprecatingly – in the short time you have interacted with him you have become used to his natural bravado. “I never thought I would be enough for anyone to write a song about me.”

Jake wants to tell you more. He yearns to speak of the cosmic force, the pull he felt towards you the moment he heard your voice for the first time. The pull he feels tugging at his heartstrings now, plucking away at them, composing a tune to accompany the siren song of your voice. For a moment he thinks he might just really believe this Eywa shit now.

But he doesn’t tell you. For once in his life he holds back. Instead, he moves even closer to you, every inch of his eight foot figure towering over you as he encroaches on your personal space. Your eyes widen, pupils dilating as you take him in. All of him. 

Spurred on by your favourable change in expression, Jake reaches forward to place a warm hand on the snug of your neck. His other hand’s forefinger and thumb frame your dazed face as he caresses your cheek with a reverential tenderness you would have never attributed to him. He shifts his grip down to your chin and tilts your face upwards, so that eye meets eye. 

As your steely resolve weakens into something soft, something pliable, you are rendered boneless against your own will, putty in his hands – carbon fiber-reinforced bones be damned. He is held captive by the unexpected, soft trill of your laughter, spirited away by the light breeze that has entered like the melody of a windchime. Eyes of molten gold bore into your soul and he sees you. He Sees you.

- end of flashback -

Seeing Toruk Makto, however, was anything but easy.

You smile to yourself as you recount how you and Jake met, but are quickly sobered by the realisation that no other clan member would even fathom speaking to Jake so disrespectfully – speaking to Toruk Makto so disrespectfully. And so you are forced to confront the reason why you could not stand the man, even if he ensured your clan’s survival by bringing an end to The Great Sorrow.

You fiddle with the purple tassels of your breast covering, made up of the fallen strands of a tawtsngal plant that you had painstakingly braided to be in likeness to the whispering tendrils of the Utraya Mokri. The Tree of Voices.

To the ignorant tawtute that threatened to populate your beloved Eywa’eveng like pests it was simply one of the many flux vortex hubs that rendered their alien inventions useless, stripping them of their ill-perceived superiority and reminding them that they do not belong here. But to you, it was an awe-inspiring wonder that was the source of many a song composed by you and crooned into the ear of a fussy baby, sung to soothe an ill elder or belted out to relay the ballad of a beloved fallen warrior.

With the stories whispered in your ears by the ancestors, you weave the tapestry of the clan in song form. It is for this reason that Jake had taken to affectionately calling you ‘parrot’, explaining to you that they were birds that once lived on Earth and repeated what was said by others.

Your garment was not only of totemic value, symbolising your role in the clan as an esteemed singer, but was also a love letter to the sacred place that birthed your passion for the art of song - and in doing so established your roots in the intricate network of the clan.

If only you had known of what was to come, you lament. That a day would come when the very roots of the tree that planted you firmly within the clan would be so easily uprooted by the wretched Sky People and their demon machines. On that day, you felt as if your place in the clan was uprooted with it; you had lost your communication channel with the ancestors, and therefore your muse. 

You sit up and detach Jake’s arm, limp with sleep, from your waist. As you look upon his face you try to reconcile all the affection he has extended to you with the fact that he once was a Sky Person, working for their destructive cause.

Before you can stop it, the familiar feeling of resentment stirs within your belly as you question why the Great Mother would choose to allow  your life’s joy to be so mercilessly taken from you and yet bestow the revered title of Toruk Makto on such a man as Jake.

How could she turn her back on you? Strip your pride from you? Replace you with a man born not of Na’vi, but of the immoral tawtute? You cannot help but feel that Jake is more Omatikaya than you ever will be now, as you think of what you long to be. 

His mate.

Mate to Toruk Makto, rider of last shadow, yet unworthy to stand with him, even in his shadow. The honour of being under this dark, ominous, yet protective shroud was reserved for a select few - the chosen ones. Proven warriors who have sacrificed their lives, their existence on this terrestrial plane for Toruk Makto, like Tsu’tey, or dutiful daughters who have overcome prejudices born from murder for Toruk Makto, like Neytiri. Not for glorified parrots. Not for you.

You heave a gentle sigh, banishing those thoughts with a soft shake of your head and rest your head back on Jake’s shoulder. Tense shoulders loosen as you shuffle back into the warm comfort of his body. Your finger begins tracing again, up, up, up his arm before a tentative hand opens up to grasp one of his larger ones.

Curious eyes explore the network of veins that branch out along his hand like the roots of a tree, like the roots of the Utraya Mokri. You feel the heat rush to your cheeks as you reminisce the first time you had been in such proximity to the veins on his hand and the feelings they aroused in you back then.

Perhaps, you muse, you could find solace in him the same way you once did in your sacred trees. You lean in, pursed lips relaxing to place a tender kiss on each of Jake's fingers, all four of them. The same fingers that once instilled a deep rage within you. The same fingers that held you with a love that can only be Eywa-given. The same fingers used to tame the mighty Toruk. A part of you, no matter how distant or small, knows that in these capable hands you can rest easy.

So yes, your struggle to See Toruk Makto may yet prevail, but Jake? Jake you would always See. It is with this conclusion that your hold on his arm slackens, and half-lidded eyes flutter close. You slot yourself into the space within his body that is made for you. Two bodies mould into one. Little spoon into big spoon.

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

na’vi dictionary

palulukan - thanator // tanhi - na’vi bioluminescent freckles // pongu pongu - na’vi alcoholic beverage // kenten - fan lizards // marui - tent // oel ngati kameie - I see you // skxawng - idiot // tsakarem - tsahik-in-training // tawtsngal - purple pandoran flower // tawtute - sky person, sky people // eywa’eveng - na’vi word for pandora

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[orcasoul]

Din Djarin Headcanons

Din Watching you with Grogu

Din has never felt this way before. It's new, it's intense and it's terrifying. How he managed for years in his solitary existence is unfathomable to him now. Grogu entering his life had changed everything. The adorable green gremlin had managed to burrow himself into Din's guarded heart, fanning the flames of warmth that still lurked in there.

In no time at all that warmth had spread to every molecule of Din's being and had turned into love. Love, such a foreign, almost elusive concept, considering the last time Din had felt love was towards his parents. But, yes, love. He loves his son with a passion, a deep rooted well of devotion and affection.

He didn't think it was possible for his heart to expand any further, yet, here he is, watching with rapt enchantment as you cradle and sing to his sleepy son, and all the while Din feels his chest bloom with an incredible warmth that could cause him to spontaneously combust. You are beautiful, without even trying to be!

From the moment Din met you for an unofficial 'interview' in that dusty cantina, he'd felt a strange pull to you. It was a combination of things, really; Your obvious, natural beauty eclipsed the entire room, sure, but your instant rapport and maternal tenderness towards his foundling and your genuine warmth in general, had opened a never before explored region within Din's heart and he knew then and there, he had to offer you a position as Grogu's nanny.

Your melodic voice carries through the hull of the Razor Crest creating an atmosphere of peace and tranquillity, and a sense of home. The Razor Crest has always been just a ship to Din. Somewhere to stay warm, somewhere to eat and sleep and something to get him from A to B. But now with you and Grogu here it's home.

Din could watch you two forever, the blaster pistol in his hand now shining from being over polished. Stars! How he loves you. He didn't realise this kind of love existed, that there can be different kinds of love. You have unknowingly become the very beat of his heart, the air in his lungs, a soothing calm for the chaos that is his life.

For months he's wanted to tell you how he feels, but whenever the opportunity presented itself, he lost his nerve. He's never been a coward in his entire life, until now and he hates that. A normally fearless Mandalorian, who strikes dread and alarm into most people, mentally and emotionally undone, reduced to a nervous boy. This is the effect you have on him. His heart is in your hands. Boy, he never saw that coming.

Grogu finally settles and falls asleep, snoring softly as you lay him in his hammock, and kiss his wrinkled forehead. Closing the door of the sleeping bunk behind you, you turn to face Din, pressing a finger to your lips, followed by a "Shhh...," but also a soft smile and a 'look' that gives him hope. Din hopes he isn't just imagining it, but lately, he suspects you may have feelings for him too. In fact he's becoming more and more certain of it with each passing day.

He continues to clean his blaster (even though it's spotless by now), watching as you disappear into the fresher, as is your nightly routine; Put the baby down, shower and join Din in the cockpit where, over time, you've managed to pull enough conversations out of him that now he enjoys these moments of easy exchange between you both.

He's made his mind up. He will no longer be a coward. Tonight when you join him, he will confess everything to you. He will bare his heart and soul to the woman who has fundamentally changed him on every level, who has brought him to recognise this powerful, all encompassing love. Tonight he prays that his clan of two will become a clan of three.

[newskin4theoldceremony]

DARKNESS AT THE BREAK OF NOON SHADOWS EVEN THE SILVER SPOON THE HANDMADE BLADE THE CHILDS BALLON ECLIPSE BOTH THE SUN AND MOON TO UNDERSRAND YOU KNOW TOO SOON THERE IS NOW SENSE IN TRYING POINTED THREATS THEY BLUFF WITH SCORN SUICIDE REMARKS ARE TORN FROM THE FOOLS GOLD MOUTHPIECE THE HOLLOW HORN PLAYS WASTED WORDS PROVES TO WARN THAT HE NOT BUSY BEING BORN IS BUSY DYING TEMPTATIONS PAGE FLIES OUT THE DOOR YOU FOLLOW FIND YOURSELF AT WAR WATCH WATERFALLS OF PITY WAR YOU FEEL TO MOAN BUT UNLIKE BEFORE YOU’D DISCOVER THAT YOU’D JUST BE ONE MORE PERSON CRYING SO DON’T FEAR IF YOU HEAR A FORIEGN SOUND TO YOUR EAR ITS ALRIGHT MA I’M ONLY SIGHING AS SOME WARN VICTORY SOME DOWNFALL PRIVATE REASONS GREAT OR SMALL CAN BE SEEN IN THE EYES OF THOSE WHO CALL THAT MAKE ALL THAT SHOULD BE KILLED TO CRAWL WHILE OTHERS SAY DON’T HATE NOTHING AT ALL EXCEPT HATRED DISILLUSIONED WORDS LIKE BULLETS BARK AS HUMAN GODS AIM FOR THEIR MARK MAKE EVERYTHING FROM TOY GUNS THAT SPARK TO FLESH COLORED CHRISTS THAT GLOW IN THE DARK IT’S EASY TO SEE WITHOUT LOOKING TO FAR THAT NOT MUCH IS REALLY SACRED WHILE PREACHERS PREACH OF EVEIL FATES TEACHERS TEACH THAT KNOWLEDGE WAITS CAN LEAD TO HUNDRED DOLLAR PLATES GOODNESS HIDES BEHIND ITS GATES BUT EVEN THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES SOMETIMES MUST HAVE TO STAND NAKED AND ALTHOUGH THE RULES OF THE ROAD HAVE BEEN LODGED ITS ONLY PEOPLES GAMES YOU GOT TO DODGE AND ITS ALRIGHT MA I CAN MAKE IT ADVERTISING SIGNS THAT CON YOU INTO THINKING YOURE THE ONE THAT CAN DO WHATS NEVER BEEN DONE THAT CAN WIN WHATS NEVER BEEN WON MEANWHILE LIFE OUTSIDE GOES ON ALL AROUND YOU YOU LOSE YOURSELF YOU REAPPEAR YOU SUDDENLY FIND YOUVE GOT NOTHING TO FEAR ALONE YOU STAND WITH NOBODY NEAR WHEN A TREMBLING DISTANT VOICE UNCLEAR STARTLES YOUR SLEEPING EARS TO HEAR THAT SOMEBODY THINKS THEY REALLY FOUND YOU A QUESTION IN YOUR NERVES IS LIT YET YOU KNOW THERE IS NO ANSWER FIT TO SATISFY ENSURE YOU NOT TO QUIT TO KEEP IT IN YOUR MIND AND NOT FORGET THAT IT IS NOT HE OR SHE OR THEM OR IT THAT YOU BELING TO BUT THOUGH THE MASTERS MAKE THE RULES FOR THE WISE MEN AND THE FOOLS I GOT NOTHING MA TO LIVE UP TO FOR THEM THEY MUST OBEY AUTHORITY THAT THEY DO NOT RESPECT IN ANY DEGREE WHO DESPISE THEIR JOBS THEIR DESTINY SPEAK JEALOUSY OF THEM THAT ARE FREE DO WHAT THEY DO JUST TO BE NOTHING MORE THAN SOMETHING THEY INVEST IN WHILE SOME ON PRINCIPLES BAPTIZED TO STRICT PARTY PLATFORM TIES SOCAIL CLUBS IN DRAG DISGUISE OUTSIDERS THEY CAN FREELY CRITICIZE TELL NOTHING BUT WHK TO IDOLIZE AND SAY GOD BLESS HIM WHILE ONE WHO SINGS WITH HIS TONGUE ON FIRE GARGLES IN THE RAT RACE CHOIR BENT OUT OF SHAPE FROM SOCIETYS PLIERS CARES NOT TO COME UP ANY HIGHER BUT RATHER GET YOU DOWN IN THE HOLE THAT HES IN BUT I MEAN NO HARM NOR PUT FAULT ON ANYONE THAT LIVES IN A VAULT BUT ITS ALRIGHT MA IF I CAN PLEASE HIM OLD LADY JUDGES WATCH PEOPLE IN PAIRS LIMITED IN SEX THEY DARE TO PUSH FAKE MORAL INSULT AND STARE WHILE MONEY DOESNT TALK IT SWEARS OBSCENITY WHO REALLY CARES PROPAGANDA ALL IS PHONY WHILE THEM THAT DEFEND WHAT THEY CANNOT SEE WITH KILLERS PRIDE SECURITY IT BLOWS THE MIND MOST BITTERLY FOR THEM THAT THINK DEATH’S HONESTY WON’T FALL UPON ‘EM NATURALLY LIFE SOMETIMES MUST GET LONELY MY EYES COLLIDE HEAD ON WITH STUFFED GRAVEYARDS FALSE GOALS I SCUFF AT PETTINESS WHICH PLAYS SO ROUGH WALKED UPSIDE DOWN INSIDE HANDCUFFS KICK MY LEGS TO CRASH IT OFF SAY OKAY I’VE HADE ENOUGH WHAT ELSE CAN YOU SHOW ME AND IF MY THOUGHT DREAMS CAN BE SEEN THEYD PROBABLY PUT MY HEAD IN A GUILLOTINE

BUT ITS ALRIGHT MA IT’S LIFE AND LIFE ONLY

[skylarstark4826]

Sometimes, Jake and Neytiri play a game. A competition, more like. They don’t play this game often, and the winner usually gets to revel in their victory for at least a fortnight before the chance to challenge arises. It’s a game only played by the two of them, and while their children may have some inklings as to the nature of it, they are content to let their parents be the sole competitors.

As Polyphemus rises in the sky and eclipse begins, so does Jake and Neytiri’s game. 

Evening meal is being cleared away, and the children romp and tussle around the tent until Jake and Neytiri lower themselves onto their sleeping mats, signaling that it is time to finally settle down.

Neytiri begins at an advantage – Tuktirey is barely a year old, and thus still sleeps most comfortably with her mother close by. Neytiri smiles at Jake with savage delight when Lo’ak stumbles over to her, sleepily rubbing at one eye and laying himself across Neytiri’s lap for the night.

She almost secures victory before Jake can even begin his counterattack, Neteyam approaching her for a goodnight hug and kiss. But that is all he apparently seeks, bending down to kiss Lo’ak and Tuk’s heads as well before joining his father. Jake shoots her a victorious grin as he wraps their eldest in his arms.

Neytiri doesn’t want to give Jake any more reason to gloat, but she can’t help but scowl as Kiri also heads Jake’s way, attention absorbed by the intricate leaves of the flower she has plucked on her morning walk. Jake takes it from her hands and sets it aside gently, whispering promises that it will be waiting for her in the morning when their daughter complains. Kiri grudgingly accepts this answer, and squirms in between Neteyam and Jake.

They lock eyes over the heads of their dozing children. They are at a stalemate.

Their gazes shift to the last of their children still awake as he finishes putting a fresh battery into his exopack. Spider’s jaw cracks with the force of his yawn, and his eyes are mostly closed as his body sways where he stands, fatigue overcoming him.

Jake opens his mouth to call out to Spider, but Neytiri shoots daggers at him with her eyes. The only real rule to their game is that they are not allowed to try and coax any of their children to their side. They must come completely of their own will.

Neither truly knows where Spider may go. For the most part, the family slept together, a miasma of limbs and braids and the soft exhales of sleep. Nights like tonight were rare, and usually only implemented when the children seemed so tired that an accidental kick or kuru tug would send them into tears. 

Most nights, it can be guaranteed that wherever Kiri goes, Spider will follow. But Spider had been annoyed when Kiri had left the tent this morning without waiting for him, and his resentment at being left behind may still linger. But, Tuk still wakes at least twice during the night, and Spider is a light sleeper. He may not want to sleep with Neytiri if there’s a chance his littlest sister may wake him before eclipses’ end.

As if summoned by the thought, Tuk begins to fuss, tired whimpers escaping her mouth as she tries to fall asleep. Neytiri sings to her softly, rocking the babe with one arm and smoothing down Lo’ak’s braids with the other.

If the song Neytiri chooses happens to be Spider’s songchord, that is between her and Eywa.

As if summoned, Spider begins to drift her way. His eyes don’t open as he stumbles across the tent, guided only by his mother’s voice. Tuk quiets as Spider nestles into Neytiri’s stomach, hand intertwined with Lo’ak’s over her navel.

“Night, mama,” Spider mumbles. Neytiri tucks a braid behind his ear, fingers stroking a soothing pattern at the nape of his neck.

“Goodnight, my son,” she whispers back. She soaks in the bliss that is the gentle rise and fall of her children’s chests as she settles herself finally for sleep.

Before closing her eyes for the night, she looks across the smoldering embers of their hearth at her husband. Even as he holds Kiri and Neteyam with love and gentleness, he looks at Neytiri with pure betrayal.

“Traitor,” he mouths at her. Maybe her trick with the songchord wasn’t as subtle as she thought. 

No matter. Both Neytiri’s home and heart are warm, and that is prize enough.

For the record, however, she still won. 

[pukner]

I just had a thought sorry for spilling it here but platonic stobin s5 steve death with orpheus & eurydice-style plotline of robin pulling some improbable scientific and supernatural strings to get steve back and hahahahah um surprise eddie is there too & he’s been helping steve survive in whatever underlayer of life/death they’ve found themselves in because he’s been navigating it for a bit now

hey anon. Anon don't apologize can u please elaborate I'm losing it????

god, robin loving Steve so much she rends apart the veil between life and death. Maybe Steve dies in the Upside-Down. Maybe she feels like some part of her died with him. Maybe she was screaming as the gate closed, reaching out desperately for the other half of her heart, maybe she had to be held back, had to be told, robin, you can't bring him back. Robin, please, he's dead already, please.

Maybe it's like Robin died. Maybe she's the one doing the haunting. Maybe she's being haunted. She hears him laugh in her ear as she fumbles a conversation. Hears him hum his favorite song when it comes on the radio. She smells his shampoo in the breeze. She can't sleep, because sometimes she feels the weight of him against her back, like they're lying back-to-back again, like they did in Starcourt. Back when they were giggling children waiting to die.

Maybe she looks drawn and pale and won't talk to anyone. No one sounds right. No one gets it. She has a Walkman, plays his favorite song on a loop, like she's been cursed.

She hears his voice on the radio instead of Dancing in the Dark. She follows his laughter in the wind, bad dad jokes and terrible puns, down to the scar where the gate was.

She doesn't know how she gets through. All she has is Springsteen and his bat. She can't sleep without either. She doesn't sleep much anyway.

She wanders this corpse of a world, empty without Henry to fuel it, and waits. Sings Total Eclipse of the Heart in a stupid muppet voice. Sings Springsteen. Narrates all the things that have happened since the gate closed, but only the funny bits. The happy bits. Not that she's been there for them, but.

She hears him sing back, croaky and amused. She doesn't dare look. She hears him laugh when she fumbles the words. She can't hear to turn her head to where the voice is coming from. Can't bear to see nothing at all.

Slowly, she gets up and walks to the gate. She hears footsteps, someone singing with her, and she can't bear to look, and she's shaking and she thinks she might've lost her mind.

You sit around getting older, she whispers, voice hoarse. It's been hours, she thinks. Days, maybe.

There's a joke here somewhere and it's on me, Steve sings back, and he sounds real. And then--

I'll shake this world off my shoulders, someone else joins in, and Robin shakes.

Come on, baby, the laugh's on me, they all sing, and they sound like home.

She makes it through the gate on unsteady legs. She stumbles forward, into the burning sunlight, into a world alive. Nearly plants on her face, but then strong, real arms catch her. Someone laughs in her ear, warm breath on her face.

"Oh, Rob," says Steve, and she can feels his tears on her shoulder, "Oh, bud. I gotcha. I got--"

She spins around and hugs him, a sob ripping out of her throat. Another pair of arms encircle them, and she looks up. Eddie Munson, haggard and worse for wear, grins down at her.

"Heya, Buckley," he says, "Hope you didn't mind me crashing your cute little lovers' reunion."

"Gross," she says, instead of bursting into further tears, "We're not like that."

"Yeah," says Steve, tucking her face into his neck, where she can smell salt and iron and dirt, "She's, like. The other half of my heart or whatever, doesn't mean we're dating."

"Oh, good," says Eddie, brightly, from where he's plastered to the pair of them like a gangly limpet, "Because I've spent all of our shared undeath sucking face with the other half of your heart, Buckley, and that might make things awkward."

Robin snorts out a laugh, and alright, now she's crying again. She tightens her grip on Steve, listens to his heartbeat, feels the pulse in the hollow of his throat, the rumble of his chest as he tells Eddie Munson to shut the fuck up.

Her Walkman's still playing. She's holding her heart, and his annoying boyfriend. She's no longer haunted, no longer haunting.

[liveasbutterflies]

I feel like people are kinda sleeping on Eclipse’s song No Fate.

Byeon Woo Seok starts the song with a lower register then when he hits the chorus it sounds like his shouting out the words which goes… (translation is mine)

Believe me.

Don’t you worry.

Even though we go round and round we’ll meet.

You save me.

Like a guidin’ light.

In the end we will meet.

It’s like a present Sun Jae singing and reassuring to Sol that even through everything I believe we’ll end up at the same place.

[missterious-figure]

Eclipse and Y/n flying together!

Eclipse still lives in his parent's cave, which is right next to the town that Sun and Moon were made in. (The one that got burnt down) Eclipse's parents were both peaceful dragons that kept to themselves. The only time they would venture close to human settlements is when they were looking for shiny objects to put in their collection.

Eclipse was born with a very disfigured face. Although his parents they were quite shocked, they loved him regardless. For he was their one and only child. Eclipse enjoyed playing with his father and learning to fly with his mother. Such fond memories... Those were brought to an abrupt end early in Eclipse's life. It all started with a wretched witch whom had stumbled upon their cave one fateful afternoon...

Warning: Violence, Gore!

Eclipse lazily rolled onto his back, his legs, wings, and tail sprawled out. He scratched his bloated belly with one of his claws. He wanted to go get a drink, but couldn't bring himself to move off his warm, cozy sunbathing rock. Big meals always made him feel this way.

He and his parents had just finished a delicious feast of salmon that they had caught earlier this afternoon. Mother was sleeping soundly in her sunbathing spot in the middle of the cave. Father was rummaging around, looking for something by the nest. Eclipse didn't even lift his head to see, nor did he care.

"This is the life." He thought to himself. He had plenty of space to play, lots of food to eat, and, most importantly, he had a loving family. This was home. His happy little place. Eclipse started slowly drifting to sleep. Closing his eyes, he listened to the sound of the leaves outside blowing gently in the wind, as if singing a lullaby just for him. A cheery cricket would occasionally join in, spicing up the rhythm. Birds chimed in with beautiful harmony. Such a warm, sweet melody.

Before he fully fell asleep, Eclipse suddenly heard Mother stur. He then heard Father swiftly move closer to her location. Reluctantly opening his eyes, he lifted his head. He followed their gaze. Both of them were staring intensely at the cave's entrance, not so much as twitching a claw. He didn't see anything out of the ordinary. He strained his ears. The cricket and birds had gone deafeningly quiet. A twig snapped somewhere out side. Maybe just a deer? "Darned bushes!" A angry voice huffed from outside.

A big clump of worry started forming in Eclipse's stomach. "Daddy?" He whispered as he quietly jumped down from his rock and rushed to his Father's side. Father was standing next to Mother, who was now sitting up on the floor. "Shhhh!" Father hushed abruptly. He reared up on his hind legs, not taking his eyes away from the direction the noise came from. "Eclipse, get to the nest. Right now!" He commanded.

"But-" Eclipse whimpered, before he cut his own sentence short after a stern look from both his parents. He looked down and turned to go. He hadn't even been able to take a step when a shadow appeared in the mouth of the cave. A human! Eclipse had never seen one so close before. It's skinny body was draped in a long purple cloak with tiny yellow stars. It wore a similarly colored hat that put a shadow over a white bunny mask covering it's face.

The human was shocked to see the dragon family for only a few seconds before it regained it's composer. "Ah, perfect~ Just what he needs." It's voice was very feminine, so it was most likely female. "Leave! Now, human!" Father thundered. Eclipse had never heard him this angry. But the human seemed unfazed. Mother and Father both started snarling at the bunny lady. Eclipse joined in from behind. "You heard us human! Leave! Before things get nasty!" Mother called in warning. "Yeah!" Eclipse shouted, though it came out as more of a shrill.

With a sudden burst of speed Father ran at the bunny lady head on. He swiped a massive wing-claw at her as he let out a mighty, ground shaking roar. The human ducked under what would have been a devastating blow and dive rolled behind him. Her speed seemed unnatural. The human twisted around to face Father as he came around for another attack.

She waited until the last second then jumped over his head and gracefully landed on his back. Before he could react, she flipped off him and to the floor. Father growled, annoyed by the human's maneuvers. He wiped around and bounded at her again. Two glowing green orbs began to quickly form in the human's hands. When they got to the size of small melons, she threw one after the other at Father. Both hit and imploded on his body, showering the cave with two green, fiery explosions.

Mother, who had just shooed Eclipse to the nest, turned to see her mate flung across the cave and slam his back into the floor, almost landing on the nest. He groaned as he slumped, barely conscious. Mother shrieked, furious with the interloper. Now she was going to avenge her mate.

Eclipse watched helplessly as his mother swiftly made her way to the human. She opened her jaws and let out a huge goat of fire. His attention was grabbed from the feiry fight by a loud grunt. His father! Disregarding his parents direct command to stay in the nest, he raced to Father's side. Father was desperately trying to hoist himself up. "Daddy! Daddy! Are you okay?" Eclipse cried, touching his nose to his Father's. "G-get back to the nest!" He collapsed to the floor again. "Father sounds so... tired... and weak...-"

A flash of bright green light and a loud thud interrupted Eclipse's thoughts. On the opposite side of the cave Mother had been thrown to the ground. Even though she was only hit with one orb, the force had knocked her out. As Mother lay quietly on the floor, the bunny lady started to walk towards her. Another green orb began to materialize in the intruder's palm. "Oh, you poor, simple-minded creatures... " She began to tut dangerously.

"He needs you for his plans." She was getting closer and closer to Mother as she continued "Now, be nice little beasties and OBEY."

"NO!" Father called out to his fallen partner. "Get away from her, human!" His voice was growing weak from a sudden sleepiness. No matter how much he clawed at the dirt or thrashed about, he couldn't get himself to stand. He was so unusually exhausted. The bunny lady ignored his pleas. The she gave a chilling cackle as she stopped right next to Mother's tail. "You and your family will do nicely. You had so much fight you." She breathed to the unconscious bragon. She held the green orb above her head. "Time to make sure you're fully asleep!"

Eclipse lunged and bit the women's arm are as hard as he could! "Eclipse! No!" His father croaked frantically. Father was starting to succumb to sleep. His cries landed on deaf ears. Eclipse was in full protective mode. The human swang her arm so swiftly and with so much power he was immediately shaken off. But the orb was flung away as well, barely missed Mother.

The air was knocked out of Eclipse upon impact with the rocky ground. Tears stung his vision and his head spun. The intruder's eyes seemed to glow with rage as she turned slowly to face a winded Eclipse. She was only a few feet front of him in a heartbeat. "You've got guts, don't you, little guy~?" She chuckled. But this was far from funny. She used both hands to clutch his shoulders and bring him to eye-level. She pulled him mere inches from her face.

Eclipse hadn't realized he was only half as tall as her until now. Her eyes had an evil purple sheen to them. "How 'bout I spill those guts of yours~?" She tilted her had "playfully". All the courage he had vanished into thin-air. She forcefully threw him a couple yards away. He quickly stood on his wings and legs. But he couldn't move, he was too afraid. She stood were she was, only moving her right arm so her palm would be aiming at Eclipse.

Purple light began to shine from her hand, quickly forming into a purple orb. Eclipse was frozen. Like a deer caught in the headlights, he was motionless. He had to move. He NEEDED to move! Move! MOVE! MOVE!!! The orb blasted from her hand. Eclipse finally got his body to move, but it was too late. The brunt of the blast hit the right side of his face and scored part of his body. All he could see was white. Pain shook his body. He couldn't even feel the rough landing as he slid across the ground.

The pain stopped, the whole world stopped. White. Pure White. Buzzing ears. Nothing but white and buzzing. Out of nowhere the extreme pain came flooding back. Wave after crashing wave of chaotic, agonizingly grueling pain. He squirmed and wriggled, trying to get away from this scorching sensation. It was burning, melting! He couldn't hear himself, but he was screaming louder than he had ever thought he could. He couldn't control himself as he clawed at his face. He couldn't stop. The added pain made him struggle faster.

Purple. Purple was everywhere. Teeth, lots and lots of black, pointed teeth. They were ravenously sinking into his flesh. They were devouring him. All the while chuckling, laughing, at some unheard joke.

The woman hadn't moved an inch, still by Mother's unmoving tail. She stood there and underneath her mask, unbeknownst to anyone, she had a wicked, twisted smile on her face. She enjoyed this very much. How funny it is to see the little one squirm and cry in the dirt. Rustling behind her caught her attention. In the blink of an eye, something big slammed hard into the interloper's body. The bunny lady was knocked clear out of the cave. It was Mother's tail to the rescue! She must have woken up when she heard Eclipse screaming.

Mother got up on wobbly legs, immediately tumbling over to check on her destressed son. "HONEY! OH, MY BABY! PLEASE! MOMMA IS HERE! OH, MY ANGEL! MY POOR, POOR ANGEL! ---SNFT! - IT'LL -HIC!- BE -- OKAY! It'll... be... okay... it has to be..." she rapped Eclipse in tender wings. He was still sobbing, but not as much anymore. Mother couldn't bare to look at him. She was too scared to see what that monster had done to her little one. She hugged him closer.

Something behind her moved. She snapped her head around, snarling like some feral creature. Her eyes were hungry for bloodshed. Her back arched in fury. But she immediately softened after seeing her startled mate wobbling at them. Father immediately recognized what had happened. They came close together and nuzzled each other's snouts, tears burning their eyes. Father loomed over the crying child curled up in Mother's wings.

Eclipse suddenly went still. Both parents now turned their full attention to him. The both gasped in terror. Some of his shoulder and flank had been scorched, but that wasn't the worst of it. It was his face that tanked most of the blow. Half of their son's face had been melted clean off. Bone was being exposed. The smell of burning flesh was pungent.

Father bellowed and soured out of the cave with malice in his heart. He was gonna find that DAMN witch and FUCKING cook her alive for what she done to his son. Mother stayed with little Eclipse and started using magic to heal him. The bodily wounds healed up right away. His face? Mother stopped the bleeding and had healed the melted skin. But his skin wouldn't meld back together. The bone was still exposed and open to infection. Mother couldn't do ANYTHING to help.

She needed to find a solution quick or her son would surely perish. Father stormed into the cave, fuming. He couldn't find the witch. He came over to his mate, who had just put their son into the nest. They spoke for a long time. There seemed to be no way their son would survive...

Until Father remembered that, in the village below their mountain, there was a skilled and incredibly magic craftsman that created mechanical parts for humans missed arms and legs. Maybe he can fix Eclipse's face... There was only one way to find out. Their son's fate might as well rest in this human's hands...

* * *

[sourtomatola]

Taking Candy for a Fool part 19 (last)

You took in a sigh of relief as you saw Sun and Moon, still monstrous and gangly, kneeling in the center of the group of candy critters. They beckoned you over and you hugged them.

“Actually, Marionette grabbed me and had me sleep in their box with them. They kept me safe. Nightmarionne also gave me a taffy ball. I did eat it, is that okay?” You told them. The other candy creatures gasped softly at the news, making you looked around confused. “What?”

“Marionette doesn’t like anyone that much, and Nightmarionne hate everyone.” Sun explained. “Nightmarrionne’s taffy is rarer than our drops. Everyone knows you now, Cry Baby. You have all of our thanks. We were able to take the factory for ourselves.”

“You plan to stay here?” You asked curiously. “You don’t want to see the world??”

“Where in the world would beings like us be able to be safe?” Sun asked in in solemn awareness. “The sun is hot, we melt. The cold makes us brittle, and shatter. The rain will wash us away…We will be safest here. We have what we need, we can still carry out orders online with what we shed, we can just do it in our own time. We will be okay I think.”

“With a bit of guidance.” Moon added. “Maybe we can make a garden to grow the fruit to sustain us better. We can grow it on the room, or tear out a part to get the sun in. Maybe we can have Bee’s as well, to pollinate the plants and make us more honey to live on too.”

You smiled at their ambitions, happy to think of them being able to stay safe, no longer tortured nightly. Free to do what they wanted.

They moved slightly to show you that behind them, was Eclipse’s body. You swallowed sadly at the sight. You were glad he was no longer hanging from the wall though.

Puppet slithered in, crawling towards you all. They nipped a bite of stuck taffy off your leg, making you flinch. They smirked and continued to Sun and Moon, who they handed small metal box to. Your friends looked to Eclipse’s body, and you put the pieces together.

“Is that Eclipse’s core? Can you fix him??” You asked eagerly.

Moon observed it for a moment before sighing and showed you a puncture mark. “Too damaged…”

“Oh…” You deflated. “I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be, either way, he deserves to be buried whole.” Sun said and gently opened Eclipse’s chest cavity to let Moon put the core in its place. You watched reverently.

“I should probably go…” You told them after they had finished.

“Come back often, Cry baby. You’re always welcome.” Sun smiled and held you close. Moon joined in the Hug, and slowly, they began to shed the sharp pieces of candy shell on them. Long pieces of black Liquorice tumbled down your back, and chips of golden butterscotch fell to the floor, shattering at your feet.

You pulled away to look at your shiny shelled friends. Sun’s rays were crystal clear and flawless, his eyes brighter than you’ve ever seen them. His candy ribbon ruffle’s colors were brighter, with extra thin stripes detailing them. Moon’s hat was extra soft and wafted the sweet scent of liquorice. His gummy candy collar and ruffles were fluffier and softer. They were so smooth, and had never looked better. Or happier.

The other candy beings started to shed their extra monstrous forms. They all shifted, shaking slightly to help the shedding along, new gloriously pristine forms showed them to you. Carl Cupcake looked at himself and let out a sound of displeasure to not being scary anymore, but it just made you giggle at his childish fussing.

“When you come back, we may have a secret password. Just say it’s our Cry baby, and we’ll know~” Sun grinned teasingly.

“Yeah yeah.” You rolled your eyes. “See you guys in a bit.” You said as you headed to the factory exit. The silent halls, once filled with screams, now had a soft lullaby starting. You glanced back at the group to see Puppet singing again, but more joy was in their voice than last you met them. Without their box, they seemed to flout in the air, their tiny numb of feet drifting off the ground. Moon started to sing with them, taking Sun’s hand. Sun joined in the song, making more of the candy being joyously sing together in their newly found freedom.

end :)

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[tsams-and-co-memes]

LAES Earth Canon Info

Updated - 4/23/24

Earth's likes:

Pink

Barbie movies

Nature

Animals

Tiny things

Love stories

Princesses

Storybooks/fairytales

Phantom of the Opera

Broadway shows/musicals

Beaches

Lilac flowers

The Powerpuff Girls

Wicked

Hair accessories and makeup

Tim Allen

Aquariums

Anime

Tea

PB&J's and grilled cheese sandwiches

Playing with makeup sometimes

Mac n cheese

Soap Operas

Learning other languages

Chinese dramas

Lethal Company, even though it scares her

Garlic bread

Geese

Skyrim

Fries

Earth's dislikes:

Violence

Bloodmoon (based on the way she acts towards/with them)

Eclipse (also based on how she speaks to/acts towards him. She gave him chances to be better than he was currently being, and instead of trying, he opted to keep being a jerk) ((This is subject to change))

Driving

Dora the explorer

Sleeping while shrunk down

Snapple

Miscellaneous:

Unlike Sun and Moon, Earth is capable of eating food (partial retcon. Sun and Moon have apparently started eating food)

She used to prepare food for the creator and have dinner with him

She primarily works with children who have disabilities, and children who require more one one one attention

She has a system/database thing in her head that’s loaded with nothing but puns and jokes

She prefers baths over showers

Earth is a silent rage sort of person when she gets angry

Earth has ADHD

She uses a lot of emojis when texting

Her comfort/coping mechanism is saying “pretty ballerina” and/or singing Barbie Girl

She has 5 journals that she's written in as a coping mechanism

Earth starts her days off with morning yoga (the yoga involves screaming), then from there, she goes to work at the daycare. After she's done for the day, she cleans up the daycare, then goes home and cleans every square inch of her room/Monty’s house. After that, it's bedtime, but if she wakes up in the middle of the night, she may go cook an entire meal

She's a clean freak like Sun, and she needs to start her day off by screaming like Lunar

She's pansexual. Maybe demisexual. We're not sure about the specifics yet. She's more drawn to a person's personality than their gender or appearance (according to info in a video, she doesn’t really identify as anything and is more or less unlabeled)

Earth has very good balance

Earth has been ice skating

[naffeclipse]

Me strangling my baby fever after that last sleeping with the fishes scenario. 🫨

Now I'm just thinking of after the birth where y/n is being doted on by two of the brothers while a third gently soothes their baby before handing them back to y/n. Such ferocious men, who demand loyalty and obedience, turning into soft caretakers when around the tiny dolphin siren newborn.

Y/N got forced into their mafia against their will, yet here they are being treated like glass as they rest and recover. And their sweet little baby gets all the attention they could ever need from y/n and their three dads. XD

Hehe! The baby fever is so very real <3

It's really nice for Y/N because their original plan was to simply handle it on their own, birth, baby, and all but getting roped into the powerful pod and suddenly having three supportive and strong orca sirens at their side is not what they imagined. Still, they wouldn't trade it away for anything.

The boys are so adoring with Y/N. Their newborn is small but healthy, and the boys are relieved that Y/N and the little one are doing well. The boys are always at Y/N's side for whatever they or the baby might need, peppering in some kisses and caresses, and of course, admiring the beautiful dolphin siren newborn.

Sun loves to touch the little one's soft, wrinkled cheeks. Moon will sing to both Y/N and the baby until they settle down. Eclipse is fiercely protective of both of them and has made it known that they are to be left alone—only he and his brothers are to be near them, and he enforces this with a snap of his teeth.

[laurzzz]

Im in a sleepy mood when i write this so wholesome cuddle question time!

Would the boys sing the princess to sleep after getting close?

What would the boys reaction be to hearing the princess sing for the first time?

Would they ask the princess to sing for them any chance they get?

OOOOO CUTE!! Alr lemme get into the zone

SINGING THE PRINCESS TO SLEEP:

Sun - he'll try to if you want! But he'd say that he's not really much of a singer. Spoilers, he sucks, but you appreciate him trying anyway

Moon - he won't even if you plead AHAHA he's pretty shy about it since he also doesn't sing well but at the same time, he's still on key as compared to Sun. "If you must require assistance in your slumber, the best I can offer, Your Highness, is my embrace if you so wish."

Eclipse - ahhh Eclipse... He can sing. He can sing pretty good and it adds more to his charm. Sleeping next to this guy, if you're on his good side (and you are, being Y/N and all), is heavenly sweet. He'd caress you in all the right places as he soothes with soft whispers of melody in your hearing. Oh what a lovely experience actually

REACTION TO THE PRINCESS SINGING:

Sun - having given singing lessons, the Princess can sing! Like, really good. Disney Princess level kind, but also not limited to the common soprano. After hearing you sing the first time, Sun was instantly captured and he would be the one to ask you to sing as much as you can

Moon - the first time he heard your voice, he was enamoured. Deeply. At that point, I would think that the Assassins and you have already confessed your feelings to one another so he's less restrictive in reacting with strong emotions. Softly, he would quickly wrap both his arms around your waist and gaze up at you as if caught in a gooey trap he has no plan in getting out of. Then he would ask, his voice oozing with wonder, if you can do that again and again... To sing for him again

Eclipse - his reaction would be similar to Moon's, looking down at you with enchantment but catching his demeanor to not lose too much of himself into it. Still, he'd politely ask you to sing more often if you'd be alright with it. He may even toss in a word of advice that a skill like that ought to be used frequently-- like assassination! So as not to let it rust and grow out of touch, he would add with a wink before whirling away to calm down from almost letting his confidence slip away from him