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OMGGGGG THESE ARE SO CUTEEEE AAAAAAAAAAAA

Moon is so bald; I feel bad for the Reader always having to deal with him 😔

ALSOOO HELPPPP NOT THE “#1 MAGE” CUP 😭😭😭 he 100% would have that

Also wow the cloaks :00 you make him look cooler than he does in the actual fic!!

The uncle drawing lmaoooooo they were both equally flabbergasted by the idea

I REGULARLY RETURN !!!!

I love how you draw Eclipse sm

Thank you so much for the doodles!!! They’re so COOOL!!!! I’m going to be staring at these for the next 32 years thank youu

@croissantlover24, I BRING THEE FAN DOODLES OF YOUR FIC MAGE'S APPRENTICE!

I am not good with cloaks :)

BALD-

More doodles and some spoilers of the fic below:

My sketches for the cloak doodles above :^

More doodles soon!

And apologies for Moon's baldness, I am not responsible for any form of blindness that may occur when looking upon it. It's just the way it is .-.

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Would Eclipse from Mage's Apprentice try to be "hip with the kids"?

I mean, I guess murder isn't exactly "hip with the kids" either, so-

B-BUT THE VISION, YOU SEE?

;-;

BAHAHAHA YESSSSSSSS

This is canon now. Yep. 100% canon; he WOULD try to be “hip with the kids”—especially during the Reader’s upbringing

This is hilarious lol thank you for this /gen

“Being a father is just so hard,” he’d say, leaning back in his chair ostentatiously, arm against his eyes and all. “It feels like they have new ‘slang’ every day! How can anyone keep up?”

“Eclipse, that doesn’t answer the question about the murder allegations,” the poor soul assigned to interviewing him for an article about alleged killers would reply.

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The Mage’s Apprentice

Chapter 8: [Dream] to Be Different, Destined to Never Change

“A void. A hollow, gaping void. An endless maw swallowing whole everything that dared to cross its path. 

“A black hole. Light swirled round and round, caught in its trap, a never-ending carousel of death. 

“What is it like, to cease to exist forever? You’re bound to know eventually, as is everyone. 

“The beast towered over you, clawing helplessly at the untouched grass and shrubbery and life beneath your feet—all of which remained just an inch too far away for it to consume. 

“It reminded you of your father. And you, for a time. 

“Destroying everything. Killing everything.”

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Chapter Three: Friends (and Your Lack Thereof)

Learning to Love Everything You Hate

“You stepped toward the door with a speed that could rival a snail: steady, careful—silent. The king didn’t need to know you were leaving, nor were you all that eager to tell him. 

“Being an animatronic, his senses were still leagues above the abilities of yours, no matter how efficiently you trained yourself. Caution was paramount. 

“In this same manner, you dragged yourself toward the palace library, bathed in ethereal golden waves, until you were sure even he could not hear. 

“Then, you ran. You had no time to waste (a million excuses rushed through your mind if Moon were to ask you why you were wandering instead of keeping an eye out for assassins); both your time and the daylight were nearly spent.”

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♡ asks ♡

 Do you have freckles? 

 Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it? 

What was the last song you listened to? 

Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side? 

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? 

Do you prefer drawing or writing? 

What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with? 

What’s your favorite band/artist? 

When is your birthday? 

How tall are you? 

What color are your eyes? 

Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now? 

Fears? 

What’s your favorite color? 

What’s your favorite season? 

Want any tattoos? What of? 

Want any piercings? Where? 

Who is the last person you texted? 

Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends? 

What/who do you miss? 

How was your day today? 

How much sleep did you get last night? 

Do you believe in aliens? 

When was the last time you cried? Why? 

What’s your favorite decade? 

What are some seemingly childish things you like? 

What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times? 

How are you, really? 

Does it take you a long time to make decisions? 

What are you looking forward to in the near future? 

What are you looking forward to in the distant future? 

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go? 

Do you sleep with your door open or closed? 

What’s your favorite flower? 

Do you currently have a squish? 

Do you like your middle name? 

Do you prefer dogs or cats? 

Do you have any phobias? 

Do you stay up late?

Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy? 

What’s your favorite cartoon? 

Tag 5 of your favorite blogs

Do you have siblings? How many? 

Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? 

Is there anyone you would die for? 

What do you need when you’re sad? 

Have you memorized your phone number? 

Who’s someone you can trust with your life? 

What does your last text say? 

Wild Card. Any question, ask away. 

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Learning to Love Everything You Hate

Chapter 2: Making Appearances

“You walked down a winding spiral staircase and into the lobby. It was… huge. There were golden accents and trims on everything worth more than you’ll ever own. 

“It wasn't difficult to feel insignificant, when standing in the midst of something so grand. Not to mention that all of the furniture is larger to fit Moon’s towering stature and not that of the average human. Every factor came together to make you small. Trivial. 

“Who would care if you died? You couldn’t help but wonder. It was your job to protect the king, even if your own life was lost in the process. 

“Would anyone mourn?

“Victoria, of course. And her, if she still remembers you. 

“Moon wouldn’t, naturally. You don’t mean anything to him and it’s part of your occupation to never. He hired you. He knew death was a possible outcome. Why would he care?

“So two people. Two people would miss you. Two people would cry over your departure, and then promptly forget about you. 

“And then, what were you? Just… gone? Nothing? 

“Victoria’s words came back to you, about being young and able to accomplish something more. What goal were you possibly reaching by protecting someone everyone hates? You’d become public enemy number two (only second to the king).”

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Learning to Love Everything You Hate Doodle Page

I drew Moon—the king himself—and my OC as the guard :))

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Learning to Love Everything You Hate

Chapter One: You Just Have to Mess Everything Up, Don’t You?

Summary: In a spur-of-the-moment decision, you decide to move to the Northeastern Continent to escape both your past and what you are: a magic wielder. The king there, Moon, hates magic, and has outlawed it from his nation.

You find it in your best interests to outlaw it from your life.

You planned to live the rest of your days in a small, quiet town… until a new friend persuades you to try out for the position of Moon’s personal guard, and to your surprise, he hires you.

An old friend misses you deeply. You miss an old friend.

Word Count: 2,466

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I want to write one-shots/short fics more often but the problem is that with every story idea I create, I find a million ways to expand upon it.

And then I make an actual full-length fic and run out of inspiration/ideas in a day 😭😭😭

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Heart of the Woods

You are a painter. Every morning for the past few years, you have gone to the forest beyond your house and painted the scenery. People have warned you not to go, telling you that the woods are alive and want humanity to stay out, but you don’t believe them. That is until you meet two creatures who declare themselves “forest guardians” and realize that perhaps there is more truth to the legend than you thought.

Chapter One: The Sun

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Thinking about writing an AU where the Reader is an artist/painter and Sun and Moon are like forest spirits/guardians or something…

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I need to make more lighthearted fics that only exist as a joke 😭😭 they’re so much fun

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Our first real attempt at drawing the current Sunburst design!

It didn’t turn out how we wanted it to, but we got close!

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Bahreestuh Chapter One: Mhoone

This is a joke fic—I plan to work on it when I’m tired or don’t want to write something really serious/full of angst. It’s just… silly. It’s based off of that “theory” that Starbucks workers purposely spell names wrong XD

Summary: As a barista at your local cafe, you have one goal: spell everyone’s names as wrong as humanly possible.

However, what happens when the king himself, who has never once smiled or laughed in his life, comes to your small town and finds your game amusing?

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Reblog if you’re grateful for your commenters <3

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